The only noise in the cultist's sanctum was the hum of the central heating blowing in from the vents. Despite it being summer, the chamber was always hot and humid now. It had been a few days since Freya was incapacitated. Gersemi had taken her four maids and chained them to each other on the central dias around Freya and her sculpture.
Then the slime had engulfed them, beginning their transformation into sexy little lust demons. Their bodies became more feminine, and they had lost their dicks. But instead of ovaries their wombs had also been made into giant ballsacks. With no hope of release through a penis, they would be leaking a stream of cum continuously.
Gersemi inspected their progress before climbing on top of Freya's face (really just Benjamin now, though in his current state would never recover his identity), letting her giant flaccid futa penis cover their forehead. She opened her phone and began to check her messages.
She didn't question how she could control the slime. She wasn't even aware of it; for the corrupted Freya prevented her daughter from doing so. The Freya slime wasn't really conscious. That part of her had become one with Gersemi's mind, and when Freya had reintegrated with herself this hadn't changed.
So the Chronivac was searching for it's master. It concluded that Freya had transformed herself into Gersemi, in every way that mattered. Even if she had done so without the Chronivac's direct help. Therefore...
Gersemi's phone dinged with a notification. "Hmm.. what's this? Hello Freya? Why.. thank you, mother," she grinned wickedly as she read, black pointed fingernails manipulating the screen.