1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

167. The Devil's Pact 20 - 27

The Devil's Pact Chapter 20: Tryouts

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Introduction:

Mark and Mary hold tryouts to join their Sexy Bodyguard Cadre.

Chapter Twenty: Tryouts

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When Mark slipped out of bed, he jostled me from my dream. It was a reoccurring dream, where my whore of a mother never left us and we were all living together again, happy. There was always that moment of disappointment when I awoke and realized it had been a dream, my mother had run off to whore around with that musician. Anger was starting to roil in my stomach, so I forced the thoughts of my mother away. Last night had been amazing and I was still feeling good about it to ruin it by wasting energy on her. She didn't care about me, so why should I waste time thinking about her.

My family had come over for dinner last night, my dad, and my sisters Shannon and Missy, and their boyfriends, George and Damien. After dinner I had made love to both my sisters. It was so beautiful and amazing. I have no idea why we didn't do this earlier. Missy and I shared a bedroom until I moved away from home last year. So much wasted opportunities, I thought with a sigh.

I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was 8 AM. Mark liked to wake up early and go jogging. It was sweet of him to get in shape for me, and whether it was his jogging or pacts made with the Devil, he was looking fitter and fitter everyday. And hotter. His ass was becoming quite delicious. I frowned, he usually goes out jogging at 6 AM. I guess he goes jogging later with his sluts on Saturday. I myself, liked to sleep in, so I snuggled up to Shannon, my older sister, giving her a quick peck on the lips and tried to go back to sleep.

But Missy's soft snores behind me prevent it. I forgot how much my younger sister could snore. A soft, stuttering noise that would be cute if I wasn't trying to sleep. I shared a room with my sister for most of my life and found her snoring to be grating since she started at twelve. When I first moved out of the house, last summer, and before I moved in with Mike, I had trouble sleeping. I had actually gotten used to her snores and missed them in some weird bit of loneliness. Apparently, after a year of not hearing her snores, it wasn't a comfort and back to being an annoyance.

"She's still snoring, I take it," sighed Shannon, her hazel eyes blinking open. This close to her face, I could see the flecks of green in her hazel eyes.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Where's Mark going?" Shannon asked and I answered, "Jogging." Then I yawned.

"He's an...interesting guy," Shannon said. She kissed me on the lips and stroked my cheek. "Don't you think you're rushing into this. You only met him a week ago and you're getting married in what? A month?"

I smiled. How to explain it to Shannon. I thought about that day when Mark walked into the Starbucks where I worked, over and over in my mind. Mark had commanded me to love him near the end, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I loved him the moment he told me how beautiful I was. I had been standing naked and trembling before him, such an innocent creature. Big-titted Vivian on one side and wild, vivacious Cynthia on the other. And Mark told me I was beautiful. I didn't realize it the night I almost left Mark, after he freed me from his control, but I must have fallen in love with him before he commanded me to. It's why I still loved him when he freed me, why I stayed with him. And I was glad I stayed. As long as I had Mark, it didn't matter what we did, who we hurt.

"I fell in love with him the moment we met," I told her. "My feelings for him run so deep. I've never felt that way about anyone. I thought I loved Mike, but I didn't, not really. I was just used to him. He took my virginity and I convinced myself that I must love him. Why else did I allow Mike to sleep with me? I confused lust and love and when the lust faded, there was just inertia holding us together."

"Wow," Shannon whispered.

"So, you think George is going to propose?" I asked. Last night, Mark walked in right when she told me that she thought her boyfriend was going to propose. We never got back to our conversation, we were a little too busy fucking to talk about it.

Shannon gave me a happy smile. "Yes. Last week, we went into a jewelry store. And he was trying to be subtle, but I swear he was trying to find out what style of engagement rings I like."

I giggled, excited for my sister. I've never gotten along this well with my older sister. She used to always treat me like a kid, bossing me around. I guess she finally saw me as a woman last night. This was definitely a delightful outcome of my Pact with the Devil. And I'm glad she was getting on with George. Shannon had dated some scummy guys over the years. One had hit on me at Shannon's birthday party.

"He's a great guy," I told her. "Definately the best boyfriend you've ever had."

Shannon laughed mirthfully. "Yeah, I've had some bad boyfriends."

"Which one left you at the soccer game?"

"Lance," Shannon answered. "He claimed he forgot about me and went drinking with his buddies. I dumped a pitcher of beer over his head when I found him at that bar. And there was Tyler who I caught fucking some skank over my sink. When I walked in he was like, 'Hey, babe. Threesome?' So I grabbed a broom and hit both him and his skank until they left my apartment."

I snorted with laughter. "You never told me about Tyler."

"We didn't date long," Shannon laughed, then her smile failed. "Do you think I'm a bad girlfriend?"

"Why, because you had an orgy with your two sisters and my fiancee?"

Shannon bit her lip. "Mark said I was a bad girlfriend for not letting George fuck my ass. He's right, I can see that now. But should I fulfill George's other fantasies?"

"Well, I think if you two truly love each other and trust each other, you can share your fantasies and experience them together," I told her. "But, if you're really not comfortable in doing his fantasies, then don't."

"There's one he really wants," Shannon confessed. "One that all guys wants."

I smiled. "A threesome?"

She nodded. "Maybe, if it was with you," Shannon started to say and I cut her off with a kiss. "I would love that," I told her.

I crawled out of the bed. Missy was still snoring, sprawled out and taking up half the bed now. Her naked body was half exposed beneath tangled sheets. I grabbed Shannon's arm and pulled her to her feet. Her breasts, larger than mine, swayed as she stood up, her dusky, little nipples hard as pebbles.

"Now?" Shannon asked in trepidation.

I grinned. "Yeah, Mark and I have a busy day, so we need to do this now or who knows when we can get together."

I wasn't sure which guy was shacking up with which slut. Or even in which of our three guest bedrooms we would find them. I opened the first door and blinked in shock. Their was dad, sleeping naked against Fiona. Did he choose the red-head because she looked similar to me and my sisters, or because Fiona's eyes had the same deep blue as our mother. Dad still hadn't gotten over that whore even though its been thirteen years since mom abandoned us.

The next bedroom we found Damien, Missy's teenage boyfriend, pressed up against Desiree. Mark had mentioned last night that Desiree was teaching him how to pleasure a woman. The covers were pulled down and his butt was exposed and it was pretty cute. Missy at least found herself a guy with a cute body even if he had a ridiculous haircut.

Well, third time was the charm, and there was George, snoring on his back with Thamina's dusky body draped over him. Thamina was our Middle Eastern nurse slut we found at Good Sam Hospital on Monday. After Mark got hit in the back of the head by Korina I insisted he go to the hospital and Thamina was his nurse and we had a lot of fun with her. Giggling, we snuck into the room. I smacked Thamina's ass to wake her up and pointed to the hallway.

"Yes, Mistress," Thamina sleepily murmured and stumbled out of the room.

George was stirring as we slipped into bed with him on either side. I rubbed up against his body, he was lean and muscular. He obviously spent as much time at the gym as Shannon did. I needed to hit the gym myself. My ass was a little plump. It was okay as far as asses went, but I could stand to lose a few pounds and get it a little tighter.

"Morning, George," Shannon whispered, then kissed her boyfriend on the lips. I pressed up against his other side and started kissing at his neck, rubbing my breasts against his side.

"Hey, George," I whispered when he broke the kiss. George went to kiss me and I stopped him. "Mark's the only man I kiss on the lips."

"Oh, yeah, sure," George said. "Are we going to..."

I nodded. "Yep, every man's dream. You get to fuck sisters."

"I thought it was twin sisters," George said and then gasped as Shannon pinch his side.

"Hey, you're lucky that you're getting any sisters," Shannon said. "Keep it up and you'll just have to watch us together while you sit in the corner all alone."

"Oh, I am so sorry," George said in mock apology. "Please, I am honored to have such beautiful sisters pleasure me."

"You should be," I told him, rubbing my breasts against his side.

George started playing with my breasts, gently kneading my tit, his fingers brushing my nipple, then he rub my hard nub under his palm. My pussy was starting to moisten as tingles of pleasure spread through my body. I slid up, on my side, and fed my tits to his eager lips. Shannon was kissing her way down his chest and flat stomach. She found his cock, it was about the same size as Marks, maybe not quite as wide. Shannon sucked his cock into her hungry lips and started sucking on the head while her hand jacked off the shaft.

"I got to taste your pussy," George gasped. "I love how a woman tastes!"

I hadn't washed out my cunt and I had a load of Mark's sperm inside me. After watching Vivian and Cynthia's hot stream last night, Mark had fucked me good and hard while Missy and Shannon ate each other out and then we all collapsed and went to bed. A naughty thrill went through me at the thought of man eating cum out of my cunt so I flipped around and straddled his face and watched Shannon blowing him. Her fiery red hair spread out across his belly, hiding most of the action.

I shuddered in pleasure as George's tongue licked though my cunt. "Your pussy has a very...salty flavor to it," George said, delicately.

I giggled wickedly. Shannon looked up and eyes widened. "Mark's cum is in her."

"What," George protested and I sat my full weight on him, smothering him with my cunt.

"Wow, honey, that's hot, lick her cunt," Shannon moaned. "I've always fantasized about a guy licking cum out of my cunt!"

George could not answer, my pussy was smothering his face. Shannon sucked his cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down. And then I felt his tongue, almost hesitantly, licking at my cunt. Then he seemed to be getting into is.

Shannon released his cock, licking around the head. "Oh, honey, I need your cock inside me," she moaned, and mounted her boyfriend, placing the tip of his cock just inside her pussy. "When you cum in me, can you lick me clean? I'll let you fuck my ass!"

I lifted up and George groaned, "Yeah," as Shannon sank his cock down on her pussy.

I leaned in and started kissing Shannon passionately as we rode her boyfriend. His tongue dug into my cunt, sucking on my pussy lips, and flicking his tongue on my clit. Shannon's was sucking on my lower lip as she slowly rode her boyfriend. I reached out and cupped one of Shannon's tits, squeezing her melon and feeling it jiggle as she rode George's cock.

George was a pretty good cunt eater and his mouth was building the fires of my lust. I could feel Shannon's passion growing as her kisses became more and more aggressive. She was fucking her boyfriend harder, rising up and down faster. I placed a hand on her waist, feeling how she twisted her hips on the down stroke.

Shannon broke the kiss, and moaned, "Oh George, you're cock feels so great in my cunt!" She leaned back and started bouncing faster and faster and I watched her breasts rise up and down, bouncing erotically about. Her fiery red hair tossed about her head, like a flaming nimbus. There was a faint, silvery outline about her, just noticeable. If I concentrated, a silver aura would surround her. Last night I cast a spell that would let me see a nun. Apparently, it did more than just that.

I noticed Thamina watching from the doorway, her fingers playing with her pussy. There was a faint, black outline about her. Why was her's black? George's tongue on my clit drove that thought out of my mind. His tongue was circling my clit, then flicking it. It felt so wicked and I shut my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.

"I'm cumming!" gasped Shannon. "Oh, George, I'm cumming. You stud. Hmm, I love your cock. I love you, George!"

I opened my eyes and watched as Shannon slowed her fucking, sweat running down her flushed body. Behind Shannon, I saw Mark, naked, watching us fucking. There was a faint, red outline surrounding Mark. Why red? Was it because I loved him? He grinned at me and blew me a kiss. I smiled happily back at him. He was the best guy. He loved me enough not to be jealous when he sees me with another guy. Just like I love him enough to trust him when he's with other women.

Shannon leaned in and kissed me, her hands playing with my nipples, rolling my hard nubs between her fingers. And then my orgasm overcame me and I shuddered atop George, gasping into Shannon's hungry mouth. I rolled off of George, panting happily. I glanced at the doorway and saw that Mark wasn't there any longer. I wonder what he was up to?

"Your pussy feels amazing, sweetypie," George moaned. "Go a little faster, I'm so close!"

I stroked Shannon's thigh, feeling the muscles ripple as she started riding a little faster. George was groaning in pleasure. Shannon leaned over and started kissing George and licking my juices off his face. She was rocking on his body. I sat up on my arm and watched in fascination as George's cock fucking into her cunt and I reached out and fondled his balls.

"Oh, shit, shit!" George cursed and then I felt him cum, shooting his sperm into my sister's cunt. "Damn, that was good."

Shannon giggled. "It was." And then she pulled off his cock, her cunt dripping a frothy mix of cunt-juices and white cum. "Ready to clean my pussy, honey?"

"And then I get to fuck your ass?"

"Yeah, honey."

As Shannon straddled his face, lowering her sloppy pussy to his lips, I captured his cock with my lips. His cock was drenched in Shannon's tangy, sweet juices. His cock was limp, but I could feel some life stirring in the shaft, and sucked harder.

I had a good jog today with my Naked Jogging Club. We added a new member, a coffee-skinned Black woman named Venise that was jogging with her husband, a huge guy named Ernard. Venise was eager to join the club, and once I explained it to Ernard, he was happy enough to continue jogging on his own. Venise was a wild fuck and made a great addition to the club. It was worth selling my soul to make people do what I want.

When I got back, I found Thamina standing in the doorway of one of the guest bedrooms masturbating furiously while she watched the fucking going on inside. I peered in to see Mary and her sister Shannon, fucking George. Mary was sitting on his face and Shannon was riding his cock. I blew Mary a kiss

"Thamina, there's a list of things I need you to go buy," I told our Arabic slut. "Down on the table. Grab a couple thousand from the basement and another slut from next door. Take your SUV and get everything on the list and meet us at sparks stadium by 11:30, okay."

"Yes, Master," she said, pulling her hands regretfully from cunt.

I was about to go in and join Mary and the others, when I saw Missy coming out of our bedroom, naked. Her hair was wet and her body glistened, lithe with youth. She had small breasts, just budding and slim hips. It looked like she just got out of the shower. Missy jumped when she saw me, and tried to cover her naked body with her hands and flushed crimson, around her fingers, fiery red pubic hair peaked out.

"A little late for that, Missy," I said. "I've already fucked you."

Her blush deepened. "Sorry, I was going to go and...and..." she worked her jaw, struggling to find the word. "...and surprise Damien."

"Fuck Damien, you mean?"

"Yes," she blushed.

I held out my hand. "Come on, let's find him. I want to watch."

"Kay," she muttered.

We found Damien sleeping half on top of Desiree, his white skin contrasting against Desiree's nut brown. I walked in and shook Desiree awake. Desiree blinked sleepily at me and let me pull her away. Damien snored right on threw, rolling onto his back when Desiree slipped out from beneath him. The kid was a heavy sleeper. Missy slipped into bed with her boyfriend and gently shook him. I pushed Desiree down to the floor and she sucked my cock into her mouth like a good little slut.

Damien woke up, muttering, "Desiree?"

He winced as Missy punched his arm. "No, it's your girlfriend, dick!"

"Shit, Missy! I can explain!"

Missy placed a finger on his arm. "It's alright. It's not cheating with family. And Mark and his...maids are close enough to family."

"Did you really fuck your sisters last night?" Damien eagerly asked.

"Yes," Missy said. "Christ, you're hard already."

"Well, you're just so sexy," Damien said and kissed her on the lips. "And sisters together is just so fucking hot, Missy!"

"Well, if you please me, maybe you can watch us," Missy said. "And if you do an amazing job, maybe you can join.

Missy let Damien force her down onto her back as he kissed her. His hands gently started playing with budding breasts and large nipples. Missy had the biggest nipples of the three sisters, but the smallest breasts. Damien started kissing her neck and throat and Missy was sighing and making a mewing noise.

Damien started kissing lower and Missy gasped as his mouth sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. "I see Desiree taught you well," Missy smiled.

"I was an eager student," Damien grinned and Missy giggled.

Desiree's mouth felt wonderful as I watched the teenage lovers. She was swirling her tongue around the sensitive head while she cupped my balls, gently playing with them in my sack. Her tongue licked the tip of my cock, playing with the slit, then slurping the cock into her mouth and sucking hard. She bobbed her head, changing the angle so sometimes my cock brushed her throat and other time it rubbed against the inside on her cheek.

Missy purred in pleasure when Damien started kissing her pussy. He put all of Desiree's lessons to the test and Missy was moaning her appreciation. Her lithe body writhed on the bed, hands gripping the bedsheets as the pleasure bounced through her body. Her head was thrown back and she gasped and panted when Damien slipped a finger up her cunt.

"Oh Damien! I love you!" she moaned. "Please, keep eating me out, you're going to make me cum! Ohh, it's so wonderful! I love you, love you, love YOU!" Her body shook and quaked as her orgasm exploded in her teenage womb.

"You tasted great," Damien said. "Sorry, I never ate you out before."

"You're forgiven," Missy said with a big ol' smile on her face and pulled Damien up her to kiss him passionately on the mouth. "Roll on your back," Missy told her boyfriend when she broke the kiss. "I want to show you what Mark taught me."

Damien groaned in pleasure as Missy sank onto his hard cock and started to ride him just like I taught her last night. She was wiggling her hips, leaning forward and backwards, changing where his cock brushed against her cunt. She found a position that she liked and eagerly started riding him hard. Damien gripped her hips, groaning in pleasures.

"Holy shit, Missy!" he moaned. "That's so amazing! Wow! Keep doing that!"

"Does it feel great when I do this?" she asked and did a twist with her hip and Damien gasped a yes. "Do you love me, Damien?"

"Yes, yes, I do?" Damien gasped. The girl had a lot to learn. Any guy would tell her he loved her when she was fucking him like that. "Oh, babe, I'm going to cum!"

I flooded Desiree's sweet mouth as I watched Missy's ass wiggled back and forth as she rode Damien. Her ass was so cute and slim and I just had to fuck her ass. Last night I had Shannon's ass. I've had Mary's ass many times. I just needed one more Sullivan girl's ass.

Missy breath started to quicken. "Cum, cum, cum!" Missy chanted. "Umm, cum with me, Damien! Please, cum with me, my love!"

"I can't wait any longer," Damien panted. "Here it comes!"

"Yes, yes!" Missy moaned,cumming as well, writhing atop her lover. "Flood my pussy with your cum! Yes, yes! That feels so amazing!"

I pulled Desiree to her feet and whispered in her ear, "Eat out Missy's ass, get her ready for my cock."

"Ohh, yes, Master," Desiree purred and walked to the bed.

"Missy, Desiree's going to show you something while I have a little man to man talk with Damien," I said. "So come over here."

Damien got out of bed, and blushed, covering his junk with his hands as he walked over to me. He stopped a good foot and half away. On the bed, Desiree was slipping a pillow underneath Missy's stomach and then spread her pale, slim ass and Missy gasped as Desiree started tonguing her ass. Desiree was kneeling, her shaved cunt on display between her brown thighs. Desiree was wet, fluids running down her leg.

"Damien, do you love Missy?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said, nodding, "I thinks so."

"Damien, you're going to love her forever with all your heart," I told him. Last night I promised my future sister-in-law that Damien would be hers forever. "It's a partnership, remember that."

"Yay, okay," Damien nodded and ran his hand through his weird haircut. It was long on top, and shaved on the sides.

On the bed, Desiree was slipping a finger into Missy's ass. "How good is she at blowjobs?"

"She's alright," Damien shrugged. "I mean, there was this one girl that gave good head, but she wouldn't let me fuck her."

"We'll change that," I said. It turned awkward as we stood there, watching Desiree eat out Missy's ass. When Desiree got a second finger in her tight ass I told her to stop and had Damien get before her.

"Start by licking the cock," I told Missy. "Use your tongue and pay attention to the head. It's the most sensitive part. And stroke his cock with your hands, or cup his balls."

Missy was following my instructions, licking the head of Damien's small cock like an ice cream cone while she stroked his shaft with her right hand. She swirled her tongue around the head, then licked up the pre-cum that was leaking from the head of his cock.

"When you suck into your mouth, watch your teeth," I said as I knelt behind her. She sucked the cock into her mouth and Damien moaned in appreciation. "Now, it's important you don't bite down on his cock when I shove my dick up your ass!"

I placed the head of my cock at the puckered entrance of her virgin ass. I pushed slowly forward, feeling the tight ring give away before my cock and then I slipped in and Missy jumped in pain but managed not to bite Damien's cock. I kept pushing forward, sliding into her tight hole. It felt so amazing on my cock. When my balls rested on her taint, I drew back, just as slow, savoring the pleasure.

"Now, Missy," I said. "Start bobbing your head as you suck. And don't be afraid to move the cock around in your mouth. Let him brush up against different parts of your mouth. Like when you were riding him cowgirl style. It'll feel better for him."

Her head started bobbing as I started slowly fucking her ass faster and faster as she relaxed and stretched to accommodate me. Damien stroked her head and closed his eyes, moaning as his girlfriend sucked his cock fiercely.

"Shit this is hot," he moaned. "God, I'm double teaming my own girlfriend!"

"You ever double teamed a girl before?" I asked.

"Yeah," he moaned, "at a party. A buddy of mine was fooling around with his girlfriend on the couch next to me and then...I was fooling around with them."

"You never know, Missy might be up for it," I told him.

"God, that'd be hot," Damien muttered. "Umm, she's sucking harder. You like that idea, babe?"

"Yeah," Missy gasped, and then popped his cock back in her mouth.

"Wow, babe, this feels amazing!"

"You should try her ass," I told Damien.

"Oh, fuck yeah I am," Damien groaned. "Here it cums, babe! Swallow my cum! Don't spit it out like you always do! It's so much hotter when a girl swallows!"

Missy swallowed his cum and licked her lips proudly. "That was nice," Missy moaned, and started fucking her ass back to me. "Hmm, I can't wait to try your dick up my ass, Damien. Mark's dick feels amazing!"

"Let me just rest, babe," Damien sighed.

I didn't last much longer, Missy's ass was a vice that squeezed the cum out of my cock real quick, flooding her slutty ass with my cream. I pulled out and Desiree was a good little slut and cleaned my cock real nice.

"You kids have fun," I said. "Mary and I have some things to do." It was already approaching ten. We had to be down at Sparks Stadium to start getting ready for our bodyguard tryouts. Earlier this week, I had met with all the police organizations in Pierce County and ordered them to send up to three beautiful cops from their organization to be potential recruits for our bodyguards.

I left the teens making out, madly, and went to find Mary. She was still in bed with George and Shannon. Shannon was in the middle of the bed with George on one side and Mary on the other side. Shannon was lying on her stomach, her taut ass leaking cum. George and her were kissing while Mary looked like she was dozing.

I cleared my throat and Mary looked up and smiled, crawled out of bed and waked over to me and kissed me on the lips. "Have fun?" I asked her.

"It was alright," she said. "My sister hogged his cock, though."

Shannon broke the kiss with George and grinned insufferably at Mary. "He's my boyfriend."

"I let Mark fuck you," Mary retorted.

"My poor George is worn out," Shannon said, stroking George's arm. "He's not the machine Mark is. What did you do, pop a Viagra last night?"

"Yeah," I lied. It's one way to explain how I have such unnatural stamina. People didn't need to know I sold my soul to the Devil.

"Anyway, Mary and I have things to do today," I said. "So, please, let yourselves out."

Mary and I made love in the shower and then cleaned ourselves off. I put on a pair of khaki shorts and a green t-shirt and Mary put on a short, white tennis skirt and a pink halter-top. She tied her hair back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. We were going to be outside for a few hours, so Mary insisted on wearing sunscreen and slathered the smelly stuff all over me and I enjoyed rubbing it all over her.

Mary's family were all gathered in the living room to say their final goodbyes. I shook Sean's hand and George's hand. Then Shannon and Missy gave me hugs and kisses. Damien just shrugged and wrapped his arm around Missy. The pair clung to each other, sharing quick kisses.

After her family was gone, we rounded up all the sluts, except Korina, who was still recovering from being shot. All of sluts, save Chasity and Noel, were dressed in a variety of casual clothing, shorts, skirts, flowery tops, and flip-flops. Chasity and Noel were dressed in their slutty cop outfits. Thamina and Violet were already gone, out buying the items on the list I gave Thamina, so the rest of the sluts piled into our various vehicles and we drove down to Sparks Stadium, next to Puyallup High School in downtown Puyallup.

Thamina and Violet were already there, unloading Thamina's white Ford Escape. The sluts started getting things set up. A folding table, chairs and a small pavilion were quickly set up. Lillian set out the forms for the recruits to fill out. It contained important information such as their name, which police department they represented, their measurements, their relationship status (with phone numbers in case I had any marriages to break up), and any children or other dependents.

Desiree was setting up the grill. She had an apron on that said, "Barbeque Bitch." She was going to be grilling up hotdogs and hamburgers for lunch. Allison was assisting her. The two women were close and I wondered when Desiree was going to propose to her. She had already bought the engagement ring, a cute ring engraved with mermaids. The mermaid arms were the mounting for the diamond.

Cops were already starting to arrive. As instructed, they arrived in uniform with their patrol cars and all their tactical gear. I was getting excited. Soon I would have a loyal cadre of beautiful cops protecting us. We had bought every sexy cop outfit in Pierce County so we would be ready to outfit our new recruits.

By noon, thirty-four female cops had assembled, standing at attention in the grassy field of Sparks Stadium. All were dressed in their uniforms, a mix of blues and browns, representing all the Law Enforcement Agencies of Pierce County. They ranged from as young as nineteen fresh out of the academy to their late twenties. Most were White, but there was a smattering of Black, Latina, and Asians in the group.

I stepped up onto the small step-stool Thamina brought and faced my recruits. "I am Mark Glassner. Besides me stands Mary Sullivan. Whatever we do is legal! Do whatever we tell your or someone who says, 'I serve Mark Glassner!' Do you understand!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" the woman yelled back.

"Good!" I nodded. "Today, you are trying out to be our bodyguards. Your captains and chiefs know why you are here today! I want all of you to do your best. You all want nothing more than to please Mary and I!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" It was intoxicating, all these women obeying me, ready to do whatever filthy thing I wished. My cock stirred in my shorts.

"Good, strip naked, and apply sunscreen to your bodies," I ordered. "Help each other out! Then line up at the table. You will be assigned a number. You will be referred to by that number during the assessment!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

The cops started disrobing, folding their clothes up neatly and then they were handed bottles of sunscreen. The sluts, Mary, and I started helping out. None of us could resist rubbing sunscreen on the naked bodies of all these beautiful woman. I walked up to a small breasted, Korean cop and took the bottle from her hand.

"Let me do that," I told her and she nodded, smiling happily at me.

I squirted the cold, greasy sunscreen into my hand and started rubbing it into her body. I started on the face and she closed her eyes. She had fine features, beautiful features like a porcelain doll. I moved down to her neck and shoulders, her silky arms and then her chest. Her breasts were small, topped with large, dark nipples. I rubbed the sunscreen into her breasts, enjoying the firm feel of her cones. A moan escaped her lips and her eyes were wide with lust.

I moved down, rubbing sunscreen into her flat stomach and boyish hips. I knelt down, eye-level with her black bush that hid her pussy. I rubbed the sunscreen into her toned legs. Starting at the bottom and rubbing up her shapely calves and beautiful thighs. When I reached the top of her leg, I brushed through her silky pussy hair and she gasped as I grazed her wet clit. Then I worked my way up her other leg. Juices were matting her bush and I could smell her tart aroma.

I turned her around, rubbing the sunscreen into her back. My cock was hard and I just decided to pull it out of my shorts. I rubbed lower and found a tribal tramp stamp with a heart worked into the spiky design. I rubbed her firm ass, kneading her cheeks. I spread her open, and saw her brown, wrinkled asshole and shove a finger up inside her.

"Oh, sir, that's so nasty," she purred.

"Your turn," I said, pulling off my shirt.

The sunscreen was cold on her hands, but she skillfully rubbed my chest and stomach, down to my groin. She rubbed it on my legs while my hard cock brushed her face. She playfully licked at my cock as she rubbed my thighs. Then she put some more suncream on her hands and sucked my cock into her mouth. I moaned in pleasure as her hands reached behind me and started rubbing sunscreen onto my ass as she bobbed her head on my mouth.

Nearby, Mary's halter-top was off and a big-breasted black-haired girl was rubbing sunscreen on her freckled tits while a Black cop was eating out her cunt. The Korean cop released my cock, standing up to put sunscreen on my back.

"Get on your knees," I barked when she finished.

"Yes, sir!" she saluted.

Her slim ass wiggled as she knelt on the grass before me. I got behind her, spread her ass and plunged into her butthole. "Ohh, does my ass feel good on your cock, sir!" she asked.

Her ass felt like heaven, tight and velvety. "Yeah, slut!" I panted, my balls smacked on her taint as I bottomed out her hot ass.

I watched Mary getting eaten out by the Black cop as I pounded Korean cop's ass. The big-breasted girl was now sucking on Mary's freckled tits, her tongue swirling about Mary's hard, dusky nipples. The other cops were finishing up putting on the sunscreen and were lining up at the table. Lillian, our goth slut, manned the table with teenage Violet's assistance. Violet was drawing a number on each cop's right breast and then the same number on their right asscheek with a big, black permanent marker, while Lillian handed out the paperwork.

"Fuck you got a tight ass!" I moaned, feeling my balls tighten. "Here it cums, slut!" Three blasts of cum shot into her bowels and I pulled out and slapped her ass. "Go line up!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and jogging to join the line.

Mary was breathing heavily, recovering from her orgasm, as her two sluts running off to be the last two people in line. "Have a nice cum?" I asked.

"Any cum's a good one, I guess," she shrugged. "But that black chick is not a good cunt eater. I liked the other girls tits, though."

As recruits filled out their paperwork, people started getting food from Desiree's grill. I grabbed a burger and Mary was chowing down on a hot dog. She definitely liked her meat, I thought with a smirk. I topped the burger with some onions and ketchup and chowed down, sitting next to Mary.

"We got some good looking sluts to choose from," I told her.

"Mark, when we're done, here, I want you to give Jessica an interview," Mary said. "She's talked to her producer about doing a piece on our charity." The charity to was Mary's idea. We recruited Willow, an OB/GYN, as a sex slave, and Mary thought of using her to setup a free OB/GYN clinic. She wanted to host fundraisers and get influential people under my control. And screen for women to work for us. Mary had the idea to open a brothel. Jessica was our reporter slut, we used her to plants stories in the media and keep us appraised of anything going on.

"Okay," I said. "If there's time before our date." I was taking Mary out to dinner and a movie tonight. We probably would go to a club afterwards, do some dancing if she wanted to. I looked over at her and smiled at a glob of mustard at the corner of her mouth. I bent over and licked her mouth.

"Mustard," I said when she looked quizzically at me.

After everyone had filled at their forms and eaten, Lillian handed me a list. She had divided the cops into groups of three, with one group of four. The female cops, naked, were all standing at attention. I climbed up onto the step stool to address them once again, my cock half hard. The sun felt great on my skin and I was enjoying the freedom of being naked in public. Mary was standing next to me, topless, but still had on her tennis skirt.

"Recruits, you will be divided into small groups for evaluations. Do whatever your evaluating slut tells you to do. Mary and I shall wander about, doing our own evaluations. So remember, we may be watching at any time!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Chasity stepped up first, she was dressed in her uniform, a slutty cops outfit with a short skirt, a blue blouse that only buttoned up halfway and left much of her breasts exposed, and a pair of thigh high, black, healed boots. Chasity was a Puyallup Police Officer and would be in command of the bodyguards. "Recruits 01 through 04! Get your whorish asses over here!"

Four white women, two red-heads, a brunette, and a honey-blonde cop raced over to Chasity. Chasity had them stand spread legged with their arms behind their heads and their breasts thrust out and began examining their bodies. She would heft breasts, tweak nipples, and stroke cunts, then write notes down on her clipboard.

"Very nice tits," she told number 01, hefting the red-head's round melon. Chasity bent over and sucked the dark nipple into her mouth and 01 moaned softly. "Very, very nice." Chasity made some notes on her clipboard.

Noel stepped up next. She was also wearing a slutty cop's outfit identical to Chasity's. Noel was a Special Agent in the FBI and our informant. "Recruits 05 through 07, follow me!" Two White cops and a dusky skinned, Middle-Eastern cop, followed Noel.

Once all the recruits were assigned their evaluators, Mary and I started moving about. The sluts were given their instructions. First, they were to inspect the recruits bodies, making notes of any imperfections they found. Next, each recruit was to eat their inspector's cunt. Chasity already had 01, a fiery-red head, kneeling before her, eating her cunt, while the other three recruits stood in the inspect position.

I walked over to Fiona's group where a Black cop with skin the color of coffee caught my eye. She was small breasted and had pouty lips made to suck cock. Fiona was inspecting 24, a Middle Eastern cop, when I walked up to the black cop, number 25.

"25!" I barked. "Drop down and suck my cock!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" she shouted enthusiastically, dropping down and devouring my cock.

25 was a great cocksucker, her tongue swirling about the head of my cock while her hands cupped my balls, playing with my nuts. She started bobbing her head. I grabbed her thick, wooly black hair and started fucking her mouth. 25 felt great, and I shoved her mouth down my cock, brushing the back of her throat. She relaxed and deep-throated me, her lips kissing the root of my shaft. It wasn't long before I was about to cum, so I pulled out and jerked off on her tits.

"24!" I barked at the Middle Eastern cop. "Lick that cum up!"

24 was quite eager to lick up my white cum of the Black girl's tits and I marked both girls on my clipboard. Fiona was evaluating 23's cunnilingus skills. 23 was a sandy blonde White cop that was devouring Fiona like a champion. Fiona was writhing on her face, her strawberry-blonde hair tossing back as her head shook in pleasure.

Mary was fingering a red-head in Karen's group while Karen had a brunette cop going down on her. Karen was a former Nun, one who had caused so much problems on Monday. She was responsible for Korina getting shot and Desiree almost dying. When the demoness Lilith broke her powers, I punished Karen and degraded her until she voluntarily asked to be my sex slave to end the torment. Now, she was a proper slut. Karen didn't seem as into the cunt eating as Fiona had, maybe the brunette cop wasn't that good at giving head. Well that was the point of the evaluations, to find the best cops.

I headed over to Violet's group next. Violet was getting her cunt eaten out by an Asian cop and was lost to the pleasure of her tongue. They only Latina cop, number 29, was in her group and she had some nice sized tits. I had her kneel down and plunged into her cunt. 29 had a velvety cunt, but she just knelt there while I fucked her, not making a sound or moving her hips. I finished in her cunt and 29 was called over to be evaluated by lithe Violet, flushed from her last orgasm.

I enjoyed two more recruits, bleached-blonde 16 and honey-blonde 04. I fucked both their cunts and both were more spirited fucks then 29 had been and I filled their cunts with my cum. Mary had her fun, too. Once I saw her with a dirty blonde eating her cunt and an olive-skinned cop eating her ass, moaning loudly in pleasure of two sluts at eating out her holes.

After all the recruits had eaten their evaluators cunt, we started the aggressiveness test. Each recruit would wrestle each other, the goal was not to pin her opponent, but to molest them. To win, the recruit either had to make her opponent cum, or force her opponent to make herself cum. While we were evaluating the recruits, Lillian had been making up a single elimination tournament bracket. Because there was thirty-four recruits, four recruits had to wrestle in a qualifying rounds.

The matches would be held together, otherwise we would be here all day. Mary and I would be the judges for the qualifying round. I chose to judge 14, an auburn-haired cop with small, conical breasts. She was fighting 22, a black-haired cop with a nice set of melons topped with large, pink nipples. The cops got down into the starting position, 22 in the bottom position with 14 on top, her breast pressing against 22's back.

"Fight!" I barked and they instantly started grappling.

14 got her fingers up 22's shaved cunt, fingering her rapidly while 22 struggled beneath her. 22 used her legs to provide torque, jerking out of 14's grasp. 14's fingers came out wet from her cunt and 22 was on her, wrestling 14 onto her back. 22 slid her hand down to 14's fiery bush, pinching her clit while she captured 14's nipple in her mouth, sucking and nibbling.

14 writhed in 22's hold, struggling to break it. She somehow hooked her right leg over the arm that was fingering her cunt and used her leg to force the arm away and break the hold. She slithered free and got on 22's back, forcing 22's face into the grass as her finger found 22's asshole and she shoved two fingers up her butt while cooing in 22's ear.

"Cum for me," 14 cooed. "You know you want to, you fucking slut! Just come for me and you can get up and go home like that fucking loser cunt you are."

14's taunts fired 22 up and she struggled harder and then squirmed out from under 14's pin. 14 was flipped onto her back, the wind knocked out of her and 22 pushed her advantage, straddling her face and pinning her arms all at the same time. 22 rubbed her wet pussy on 14's face.

"Suck my slutty cunt, whore!" 22 moaned, rubbing pussy cream all over her face. "Mmmhh, that's it you nasty whore. Lick my slit. Who's the fucking loser cunt, now, bitch!"

14 was kicking hard, struggling to get out from underneath 22 as she sat on her face. 22 was moaning, pinching her nipples on her big tits. My cock was rock hard and it was pretty clear that 14 had lost, so I knelt down, lifted up her hips and just fucked my cock into her wet pussy. 14's tits jiggled as I fucked her and I could see her tongue licking through 22's cunt.

"Ohh, fuck that's nasty slut," 22 moaned. "Hmm, her tongue is digging through my dirty snatch!"

22's breasts swayed before me and I bent down and captured a pink nipple into my mouth, enjoying the feel of her hard nub on my lips, playing with it on my tongue. 22's arms wrapped around my head, cradling me to her breast. Her hands stroked my cheek as she moaned in pleasure.

"Yes, yes," 22 moaned. "Oh god, this is so amazing, eat my snatch you nasty dyke!"

14's cunt started spasming on my dick as the dirty slut came on my cock. I fucked her cunt harder and harder, balls tightening as her cunt was bringing me close and closer to cumming. I slammed into her, my cock brushing against her cervix, and spilled my seed into her womb. I wondered as I came in her if she was on the pill.

I pulled out of her cunt, my cum running out into her fiery bush. "22, you've won. As a reward, you can drink my cum out of her cunt!"

"Oh, thank you, sir!" 22 moaned, and started sixty-nining with 14, cleaning her cunt up with an eager tongue.

At the other match, 31 was pinned beneath 09, getting her cunt furiously fingered. 09 had fiery red hair and and her bushy cunt was matted with her juices as she fingered the raven-haired 31. The recruits not wrestling were pleasuring the sluts. Teenage Violet was sixty-nining with Asian 30. Karen, the former nun, had 04, a big-titted, honey-blonde cop, tonguing her ass. Petite Xiu, an Asian waitress from Seattle, with her big tits, had 18, a Black cop, and 20, a dirty-blonde, sucking at both of her tits and fingering her cunt. Caramel-skinned Jessica had blonde 16 lapping away at her twat.

Mary, who was supposed to be judging the other match, had red-headed recruit number 01 kneeling before her and eating her pussy with gusto while 18, a Black cop, was passionately kissing Mary. 18 had chocolate skin and a plump, Black booty that looked so enticing. I walked behind her, spread her cheeks and plunged my cock up her ass.

"Da fuck!" 18 moaned, breaking her kiss with Mary and then grunted with pain.

Mary pinched her nipple. "A recruit doesn't complain when Mark fucks her ass! A recruit should be honored that Mark would choose her fat ass over other women!"

"Sorry, mam," moaned 18. "Thank you for fucking my ass, sir!"

"You're welcome, slut," I panted. "You're ass feels great!"

Mary kissed me over 18's shoulder, her lips soft and I nibbled on her lower lip. I enjoyed the recruits Black ass as I made out with my fiancee. Every time I plunged into 18, her body pressed up against Mary's. Mary slipped her tongue into my mouth, exploring my mouth before she broke the kiss and sighed in pleasure, rubbing against 18.

"Is 01 doing a good job licking your pussy?" I asked.

Mary smiled and moaned, "Yes! Umm, the bitch is making me cum!" I watched the pleasure tremble through Mary's face as she came on 01's face. "Hmm, I think 01 might be a keeper."

"Oh, thank you, mam!" 01 cooed, her face sticky with girl-cum.

I fucked 18's ass harder, her booty jiggling with every stroke. It was almost hypnotic, watching her booty shake. Fuck this was nice. I was going to cum soon and I frantically fucked her ass. "Here it cums, fucking slut!" I moaned as I shot a load of spunk into her

I pulled out and Mary, ever the doting fiancee, grabbed 01's red hair and forced her to start cleaning my cock, the red-head's tongue licked skillfully on my cock. While I had been fucking 18's ass, 09 had fingered 31 to an orgasm and won her match. 09 was licking her fingers clean of 31's cunt juices, looking quite pleased with herself as 31 panted on the ground, flushed with shame.

With the qualifying matches over, it was time to start the first round. Chasity, Noel, Karen, Xiu, Fiona, Allison, Jessica, and Willow would be judging the first eight matches of round one. Lillian assigned the matches and Mary and I would be walking about, evaluating. Everywhere, naked cops were wrestling, trying to molest each other. The air was filled with grunts and moans and shrieks.

I was pleased to see 22 was dominating 06, one of the Middle Eastern cop. 22 had her pinned and had three fingers up 06's shaved cunt. Black 26 was making blonde 13 eat her ass out. Sandy-blonde 23 made strawberry-blonde 27 cum as she furiously fingered her cunt and rubbed her clit. To reward 23's win, I fucked her shaved cunt doggy style and left a nice load in her cunt.

When I finished fucking 23, the other fights had ended. 22 had won her match, I was happy to see. She was an aggressive girl and I was starting to root for her. The second group of eight squared off and started wrestling. Violet, who wasn't judging, was making 26 eat her ass out. I had corrupted sweet Violet, turned her into a such a slut, and enjoyed watching her make the black cop tongue her ass.

I had 13 tongue my ass. Watching the slut being forced to eat 26's ass was so hot, I had to feel that tongue on my own asshole. And she didn't disappoint. 13 was a natural ass-licker. I saw auburn-haired 02, who just lost to 29, and had her kneel down and suck my cock. I watched Violet getting her ass eaten out and enjoyed my two sluts. 13's tongue felt amazing on my ass as 02 sucked my cock sloppily. Violet was shuddering in orgasm on the black cop's face and I shot my load into 02's mouth as 13's tongue probed my ass.

I enjoyed watching brunette 11 furiously fingering honey-blonde 04. The honey-blonde cop looked like she was about to cum when she somehow broke the pin and flipped about and pushed her pussy into the brunette's face and moaned as she smeared her cunt all over 11's face. Blonde 16 was tribbing 10, pinning the brunette beneath her. 08 fingered 19 to an orgasm and Korean 32 forced brunette 12 to lick her cunt until she creamed all over 12's face.

In the second round, I watched 22 dominated 24, the other Middle Eastern cop, forcing 24 to suck on her big tits while she rubbed her cunt on 24's dusky stomach. Black 25 was making red-head 01 finger her cunt. While I watched honey-blonde 04 getting her ass fingered by blonde 16, I had brunette 10 sucking on my cock with her greedy lips.

During the quarter finals, I fucked Black 07 in the ass while I watched 22 in the fight of her life against raven-haired 34. Every time one of them would gain the advantage, the other would slip out of the pin. At one time, it seemed like 22 was going to be forced to make 34 cum, as 34 shoved her black furred muff into 22's face. 34's D Cup breasts heaved as she writhed under 22. But then, 22 got her hand free and grasped 34's nipple and pinched it and pulled 34 off her face and pinned her to the ground. 22 snaked a hand down to 34's cunt and pinched her clit until the Black cop came while I creamed 07's Black booty.

During the semifinals, red-head 09 jerked my cock, her nice melons brushing against my arm, as I watched coffee-skinned 25 rolling about with Korean 32. 32 was lithe, and kept wiggling out of 25's pins. I came on the two wrestling women. Some cum splashed on 25's small breasts and the Black cop grabbed 32 and forced her to lick up my cum while 25 rubbed her cunt on 32's thigh, orgasming and winning the match.

The finals came down to black-hair 22, with her nice melons, and Black 25, with her A Cups. Everyone was gathered around the final match, cheering their favorite. It was a fierce fight, nipples were twisted, cunts were fingered, ass were licked. It was such an amazing sight to watch. I was enjoyed 20's ass, pulling on her dirty-blonde hair, as I reamed her asshole hard. 22 got 25 in a leg lock, holding 25's face into her cunt. 25 struggled, pushing against 22, but her legs were too strong. 22 was moaning as 25 started licking her cunt, her large tits heaving as her orgasm neared.

"Yes, yes, eat my cunt, you fucking dyke!" 22 moaned. "Oh, God, yes, yes!" Her body writhed as her orgasm flooded over her.

I came hard in 20's ass and pulled out. "22, here's your reward," I said, pointing at 20's ass and my cum running down her crack to her taint.

"Thank you, sir," 22 happily said, her big melons heaving with exertion.

22 knelt down and spread 20's ass and happily ate the blonde's asshole, scooping up my cum with her tongue. My cock was dirty from 20's ass, so I knelt behind 22, spread her thighs and found her shaved cunt and shoved my cock in, using her pussy to wash my cock clean. Her cunt was tight and wet and felt amazing on my cock.

"Having fun, hun?" Mary asked me.

"Always, Mare."

She was standing next to me, her tennis skirt staring me in the face, rustling in the gentle breeze blowing across the stadium. I licked my lips. Mary's wet, juicy pussy was underneath that skirt, and I just had to taste her. I lifted her skirt up, exposing her shaved cunt and the fiery heart of pubic hair above her slit.

"Ohh, that's nice!" gasped Mary as my tongue licked through her slit, tasting her sweet, spicy flavor.

I devoured her cunt as I fucked 22's pussy. Mary's moans filled my ears, her fingers running through my hair as her hips writhed on my face. I wrapped my arm around her and started kneading her plump ass, delighting in the fleshy feeling. I fucked 22's cunt harder and harder and Mary's breath quickened.

"Don't stop," she moaned. "Umm, I'm so close! Yes, yes, suck my clit! Oh fuck, fuck! Here it cums, hun! Umm, my randy stallion! Make me cum! Fuck yes!"

As she came, she flooded my mouth with more of her delicious juices. Her fingers pulled my face into her cunt as her body trembled in pleasure. Then she was kneeling next to me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately, her eager tongue tasting her juices on my lips. Her perky breasts pressed against my chest, nipples hard as rocks as they rubbed against me.

"Oh, I love you, Mark," Mary panted when she broke the kiss. Then she slapped my ass. "Fuck the slut good. Hmm, you're such a randy stallion."

I fucked 22 hard, my balls slapping against her clit. Mary's hand reached down and found my balls, cupping them in her hand and gently massaging them. Her lips were wet as she nibbled at my ear and neck. And 22's cunt was velvety warmth on my cock, every stroke bringing me closer to my shuddering release. Closer and closer, in and out. I groaned and slammed into her and my cum burst from my cock, showering her cunt with fertile little sperm.

The recruits had to stand at attention while Mary, the sluts, and I gathered at the table to discuss who to keep. We only needed twelve. It was difficult. Some were eliminated out of hand: 29 was a bad fuck, Mary didn't like how 34 ate her pussy.

"12 grimaced when she tasted my pussy," Allison reported. Jessica nodded, saying, "I tried her out and she made such an unpleasant face as she licked my cunt."

"I disliked 10," Karen reported. "She had a limp tongue when she ate me out."

"I think you should choose 30," Violet chipped in. "She has an amazing tongue."

"We are keeping 9," Mary said forcefully.

"Well, 22 is a given," I inputted. "I also want to keep 24. That Turkish slut loves cum."

"I like 33's tits," said Mary, "and 23's. She's got a nice set."

"Hmm, and 23's is a good muffdiver," purred Fiona.

"She's a keeper then," I said.

"07 has some unsightly stretch marks," Noel reported. "She's already had three kids."

"Both 15 and 16 are amazing snatch eaters," Willow, our doctor slut, put in. "And did you see the pair of breasts on 16. They're so lovely."

It took almost an hour, but we made our selections and I addressed the recruits. "We have made our selections. For those not called, you are free to go and never speak about what happened here." I called out the twelve we selected: two Black cops (18 and 25), the Korean (32) and the Thai (30), the Turkish cop (24), and reaming seven were White (1, 9, 15, 16, 22, 23, and 34). "You twelve are under the command of Chasity. You will obey her as diligently as you obey Mary and myself. Noel is her second-in-command!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" the remaining twelve called out.

"You will be known as your numbers from now on," I bellowed. "You will be spilt into partners. The only persons you will love more than your partner is Mary and myself! The three of you that are married will be getting divorce papers, you will sign them. You have realized that you never loved your husbands. Those with boyfriends, and 18 with your girlfriend, you have realized they were just people you had fun with but now you've met your true love, your partner."

"Sir, yes, sir!"

God it was intoxicating playing with people's lives. We paired them up and assigned them to their crew. Half were in A squad and half in B squad. They were then divided into three shifts, days, evenings, and nights. They would be on active duty every other day. One would guard the entrance to the street, the other would watch the house and patrol the neighborhood. On their off-duty day, they would be on standby. If Mary or I needed to go out, one of the standby cops would accompany us.

Uniforms were handed out. We had plenty and all twelve found a slutty cops uniform that fit them. There was some variation, but they all had the thigh-high boots, short, navy blue skirts, and revealing blouses. The only part of their old uniforms they kept were their badges and their gunbelts.

I had Thamina get Nextels this morning, cell-phones that worked as Push-to-Talk radios, and each bodyguard was assigned one. Mary and I each had our own, as did Chasity and Noel. Another Nextel would be at the house. Lillian had set up the network for us and programed all the phones while the wrestling matches took place. I placed phone calls to all their spouses and boyfriends. Husbands would file for divorce and send the papers to the house and boyfriends wouldn't cause any problems. The sluts and bodyguards packed up and we headed home.

"So that's it?" Mary asked Jessica.

We were sitting in our living room on the couch. Mary had I had showered when we got back from Sparks Stadium, and dressed for our date. Jessica's cameraman, Freddy, had arrived. He was the same cameraman with Jessica when I met her few days ago while jogging. Jessica is a reporter for KIRO 7 News and had been sent to investigate reports of nude jogging a few days ago. I took the opportunity to make her our slut and keep us appraised of what the media is up to.

"Yeah, Mistress," Jessica answered. "I'll edit it together and make your charity seem very, very important. My producer says the story should air Monday night."

"Good work, Jessica," I said and kissed her on the lips and groped her breast through her silk blouse.

Jessica flushed darkly and murmured, "Thank you, Master." Mary bent down and kissed her as well and stroked her face.

Freddy wouldn't say anything, he was under my order to not speak of anything that goes on with Jessica and us. He just quietly started packing up the gear, his face greasy with sweat. Mary and I left him too it and headed out to my car. I checked my pocket, I had my keys, my wallet, cell phone, and Nextel. 23 and 24 were waiting at a DuPont Police Cruiser. Both were beautiful in their sexy cop outfits, 23's tits were jiggling as she breathed in her half-open blouse.

"Sir, mam!" 24, the Turkish cop, saluted. "23 and I shall be your security for the evening."

As Mary walked around the car, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was in her sleeveless, purple blouse trimmed in white, and jean skirt. The skirt was short, mid-thigh, and hugged her sexy ass. The blouse had a scooped out bodice that showed off her freckled breasts.

23 and 24 followed in their patrol cruiser as I drove to the Longston Place Regal theater. At the entrance to the our street, an Eatonville Patrol Car was parked manned by 18. We raced to the theatre, barely making it in time for the five-thirty showing of Man of Steel. The movie just opened, and I had been looking forward to seeing it. Mary was sweet enough to let me choose the movie for our date, with the caveat she would choose the movie next week. 23 and 24 waited outside.

A few simple commands allowed us to skip the concession lines and armed with popcorn and sodas, diet coke for Mary and a cherry coke for myself, we headed into the theater. The theater was full and the trailers were already starting to show. Mary spotted two empty seats in the last row all the way against the wall. It was a small section of seats, only four seats between the right aisle and the theater wall.

We slid past a pimply teen boy, sitting on the aisle, with thick, black-framed glasses holding hands with a freckled-faced girl, sixteen or seventeen. The teen was pretty, with fine cheekbones, and lustrous, black hair plaited in a braid down her back and wearing a red sundress with white flowers. The dress fell to just above her knees, exposing a pair of skinny legs. Mary sat between the wall, and I sat between her and the teen girl.

About an hour into the movie, the popcorn was finished, and Mary started rubbing the legs of my pants. I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up next to me, kissing at my neck. Mary was feeling a little randy, and soon her hand was stroking my crotch. My cock was starting to harden in my pants and I placed my hand on Mary's bare knee, sliding my hand up, under her jean skirt, up higher until I found her naked pussy, growing damp with moisture as my hand cupped her cunt.

I felt more than heard the metallic rasp as Mary drew down my jeans zipper and her hand slipped in and pulled out my cock, stroking it to full hardness as I fingered her. The teen girl sitting next to me glanced over at the movement and her eyes widened in shock when she saw Mary jerking my cock off.

The girl flushed and looked back at the screen. She kept glancing over at my cock, squirming in her seat as she tried to ignore it. Her hand gripped the chair-arm and I could see her tongue lick nervously across her lips. Mary released my cock, reached over me and grabbed the teen girl's hand and pulled her to my cock.

Mary's power was affecting the girl and she licked her lips and slowly started stroking my cock up and down on my cock. Mary placed her hand over the girls and together the they jacked me off. I gritted me teeth, fighting off a groan. The teen's boyfriend remained oblivious, focused on the movie, as his girlfriend was jerking my cock off. I fingered Mary's cunt faster, rubbing her clit with the palm of my as I slipped two fingers in and out of her slippery hole.

Mary was kissing at my neck, panting in pleasure as I fingered her. Mary and the teen's hand maintained a steady stroke, with a firm grip on my cock. Mary's cunt tightened on my fingers and she gasped in pleasure, almost nibbling my neck as she came. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and licked her tasty juices of my finger.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered in her ear.

Mary smiled and bent over, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth. The teen girl, trying to stare straight ahead so her boyfriend didn't notice what she was doing with my cock, kept right on stroking my dick. My cum flooded my fiancee's mouth and she skillfully swallowed it down then sat back up, licking her lips.

I put my cock away and the teen girl sat silently, her face flushed and her eyes fixed rootedly at the screen. After a few minutes, Mary stood up. As she passed the teen, she whispered, "Bathroom, one minute." The teen girl flushed and nodded, shivering in pleasure as Mary's ass brushed by her face.

"I'm using the restroom," the girl whispered to her boyfriend.

"Oh, sure Nina," he absently said.

Nina's boyfriend was transfixed by the movie, and didn't realize his girlfriend was gone for almost fifteen minutes. She returned first, a few strands of hair escaping her tight braid, and a faint, tangy smell of pussy filled my nose. Mary returned a minute later and sat down then handed me a pair of blue panties, trimmed in lace.

I brought Nina's panties to my nose and inhaled her tangy flavor. Then Mary kissed me on the lips and I could taste that same flavor on her mouth. My cock was hard in my pants and I had to experience Nina's charms as well. I pulled out my cock, then leaned over to Nina's ear, whispering, "You're going to climb up on my lap and sit on my cock."

Flushing, Nina stood up and did exactly that. My power gave her no choice in the matter. Pulling her skirt up and lowered herself to my lap. Her cunt sank slowly down on my cock and I moaned at the pleasure of her embrace. She was still facing forward, and anyone looking back wouldn't realize that she was sitting on my lap unless they looked hard.

"What the hell," her boyfriend hissed, finally noticing something was going on with his girlfriend.

"Just be quiet and watch the movie," I ordered and he fell silent, eyes fixed on the screen.

I had Nina just sit on me, enjoying her velvety cunt twitch on my cock as she shifted her weight every few minutes. It was sweet torture and I found it hard to pay attention to the movie. But that was alright, the movie was proving to be a big disappointment, anyways.

After fifteen minutes of my cock buried up her twat, I came, gritting my teeth as a flooded her cunt. Nina gasped in startlement as she felt my cock flooded her teenage cunt. I stayed hard in her and she started wiggling more and more, her breath quickening. Then she started rocking on my cock. She was getting hornier and hornier, becoming so desperate to cum that she no longer cared she was in a theater full of people. Her cunt felt wetter, squeezing harder on my cock. Soft moans escaped her lips and she grabbed the empty chair before her and started using it for leverage as she rose up and down on my cock.

Nina started going faster and faster as her orgasm neared. Her body shuddered and her cunt spasmed on my cock as her cum rocked through her body and a soft gasped escaped her lips. A few people turned to look back at her and she stopped sat back down on my lap, impaling my cock all the way in her triggering my own orgasm and I flooded her cunt a second time.

"Did you enjoy the movie, hun," Mary asked with a giggle, holding onto my arm, as we walked out of the theater into the parking lot.

"Well, I enjoyed Nina," I said and Mary gave me a throaty laugh.

"Where shall we go for dinner?" Mary asked as we got in my Mustang.

"BJs?" I asked.

Mary rubbed my cock through my pants. "I need more than cum to eat, hun."

"I meant the restaurant," I said.

"So you don't want me to suck your cock?" Mary asked with a mischievous grin.

"I always want you to suck my cock," I told her and smiled as she unzipped my pants. I groaned as her mouth sucked my dick into her warm mouth.

My phone rang through the speakers of my car. The car radio was bluetooth enabled and on the display, the caller ID said my mom was on the phone. "She always calls when you're sucking me off," I muttered and hit the call button. "Hey, mom."

There was silence and then a choking sob echoed through the car speakers.

Frowning, "Mom, what's wrong." Mary released my cock and sat up. "Mom?"

"Mark," a strangled, dead voice said. It was barely recognizable as my mom's voice. "I...I..."

"What is it, mom?" I asked, panic starting to squeeze my heart.

"You're father...he's d..." She took a deep breath. "He's dead, Mark."

I blinked. "What, mom?"

Stunned incomprehension rolled through my mind. He's dead. The bastard's dead. Why did I feel so strange. So empty. I hated the man most of my life. Once he hurt his back and went on disability, he changed. He started drinking, and then he started hitting. He treated me like garbage, always beating me for bullshit reasons. He used to beat my mom, always for the same stupid bullshit. Dinner wasn't done, the house wasn't clean, there was no bear in the fridge. It was the worst when he was drunk, and he was always drunk. So why didn't I feel happy, elated. Hell, why didn't I even feel sad. I felt nothing, just emptiness. My father was dead and I didn't seem to care.

"How did he die?" I heard myself ask. Mary squeezed my hand, sympathy painting her face.

"I shot him."

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 21: The Glassners

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Mark and his family deal with the death of his abusive father.

Chapter Twenty-one: The Glassners

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"I shot him."

Silence filled the car. Mary's hand was holding mine, gently squeezing. Her hand was warm and comforting. My dad was dead. My mom shot him. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth, worked my jaw, but nothing came out. What could I say? What should I do? My dad was dead. The bastard was dead.

A ragged sob came over the speakers of my Mustang, my phone synced up to the car stereo via bluetooth. "Mark, I don't know what to do," sobbed my mom over the phone. There was a muffled banging and shouts in the background. "The police are here, Mark. I...I got to."

"Wait, mom!" I shouted hoarsely, finally finding my voice but the line was dead.

Mary reached over and hugged me tight. "I'm so sorry, Mark," she whispered.

"I'm fine," I muttered. I had felt nothing when mom said dad was dead. Hearing the shouts, the bangs, fear was gripping my heart, now. My mom, my sweet, patient, saint of a mom was in trouble. She's never done a wrong thing in her life. Dad probably had it coming. He used to beat my mom all the time when I was a kid. Fuck, he'd beat me, too. God, I should have done something to my dad, earlier. Why didn't I?

Fuck, I was going to tell him off tomorrow, when my parents came over for dinner. I was going to make him feel as powerless and helpless as I had. He was going to suffer, to crawl and grovel at my feet. He was going to pay for all the beatings he gave me. All the bruises he gave my mom. And now he was dead. And my mom was in trouble.

"Let's go," Mary said, calmly. "Put your cock away, and lets go help you mom."

I pulled out my Nextel, pushed the call button. The Nextel chirped, connecting me to the network. "Master to 23," I calmly said, holding the Nextel a few inches form my mouth.

"23," a female voice answered back. 23 was one of our twelve cops I turned into bodyguards today. 24 and her were our guards this evening, sitting in a cop car just a few parking spots down from us.

"We're going to 1414 S. Alaska St, in Parkland," I said. "It's an emergency. We'll follow you."

"10-4, 23 out."

We raced behind the DuPont Cruiser. 23 had the sirens and lights blaring, weaving through traffic as I tailgated her. We got on 512, flying west towards Parkland. In no time we were exiting onto Steele St at the Parkland-Lakewood boundary, turning left and in two minutes we were pulling up at my parents house.

Four Pierce County Sheriffs and a Lakewood patrol car were on the scene, along with a Medic One ambulance. Neighbors were milling about. The only one I recognized was Betty Cooley. She was my age and lived a few houses down when we were kids. Concern painted her light, mocha-skinned face. She was half Black and half White, and had vivid, blue eyes. I vaguely remembered my mom mentioning she had to move back in with her parents a few years ago. The memory of the time I asked her out some school dance was flashing in my mind. The one time I worked up the courage to do so and after she laughed in my face, I never had the courage to ask another girl out.

I wasn't sure why I was thinking about all of this. I had bigger things to worry about then some stupid high school crush. My dad was dead. My mom killed him. Betty Cooley hardly mattered at all. She still looked pretty, thin and with that beautiful skin. If I didn't have bigger problems I probably would bend her over the car and fuck her raw while she ate out Mary's cunt.

"It's alright," Mary whispered, touching my arm. "We'll face it together."

I don't remember what I said to the cops outside to get us into the house. I was like a robot, not in control of my body, as I walked up to the door. Inside my dad was dead. My mom killed him. That was all that rattled about in my head. I gripped the brass handle of the door knob. My dad installed this handle when I was seven or eight. I helped him out, handing him his tools. He told me I was good son and ruffled my hair with his hand. Mary reached out and placed her hand over mine.

"We'll face it together," she whispered. God, she was the best. I pushed down on the handle and the door opened.

Inside, my mom was handcuffed, sitting on the couch, sobbing softly. Two Sheriff Deputies were talking to her. Her brunette hair was a mess, tousled and tangled like she just woke up. But it was nearly eight o'clock at night. She wouldn't have gone to bed that earlier. But then why is she wearing her pink, frayed housecoat? Her beautiful face was puffy from her tears, her eyes bloodshot.

"Take off the handcuffs," I barked at the two deputies. "It was clearly self defense and that's how you'll right it up in your reports. My dad was abusive and my mom had to defend herself."

One of the deputies started uncuffing my mom, who blinked at me. "Mark," she croaked. "I shot him in the back."

"He was beating you, wasn't he," I asked.

"He..." she broke off. "I just had to stop him, Mark."

"It was clearly self defense, mam," one of the deputies said. "I think we have all we need. You're free to go." He handed her a card. "Here is the name of a grief counselor."

"But..." my mom started to protest, confused by the sudden change of behavior of the cops, clutching the white card in her hands

"He deserved it," I said, sitting down next to my mom and putting a comforting arm about her shoulders.

"No one deserves to die," she muttered, miserably. "I...I just had to stop him."

"From what, mom?" I asked, but she just sobbed again. The demon, Lilith, had told me that the only person my powers couldn't work on were my mom and it looked like she was right. For Mary, it would be her father, if she had any powers that worked on a man, that is. "Okay, mom, you don't have to tell me."

"You don't hate me, do you, Mark?" she whispered, plaintively.

"No, mom," I said, hugging her tighter. "I could never hate you, mom. Dad was a bastard, anyways. He deserved it. And now you're free of him. Free to be happy, to not live in fear."

"I don't deserve to be happy," she bitterly whispered.

My mom sniffed, then noticed Mary in her purple blouse trimmed in white and her short jean skirt. My mom's eyes lighted up with emotion for the first time as she looked Mary up and down. My powers may not work on my mom, but Mary's did. When Mary and my mom had spoken on the phone a few days ago, my mom had gotten so horny we were pretty sure she was masturbating as Mary described herself.

"You must be Mary," my mom said, giving her a wan smile. "I'm sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances."

"It's okay, Sandy," Mary said and bent down and hugged my mother and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "We're going to take you home, okay. Things will get better, okay."

"I...I guess you're right," my mom said, looking around at a loss. "I don't think I can stay here."

No one objected as we led my mom out of the house. My dad was dead in the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the crime scene guys were going over it. None of us wanted to go back to her bedroom to get her some clothes, so my mom walked out only in her housecoat. I was starting to think that my mom was naked underneath there. And why was dad home on a Saturday evening. That's his poker night. I glanced at my mom, a sudden thought flashed through my mind. Was she having an affair? No, that couldn't be. She went to church twice every Sunday and on Wednesday evenings. I had begged my mom to leave dad for years and she said she loved him, that Christians shouldn't get divorced.

"Mrs. Glassner, I hope you are okay," Betty said, coming over and hugging my mom.

"Its fine," I told her. "My dad was being abusive and my mom had to defend herself."

"Oh," Betty said, looking confused. "And that's what the police think?"

"Of course, that's what happened," I said.

"Right," she said. "Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Glassner."

"I will, sweetie," my mom said, fondly. "I...I'll call in a few days."

"Sure," Betty said. "You take care, okay."

"You too, Betty," replied mom, squeezing her hand.

That nagging thought that my mom was having an affair wouldn't go away. I noticed that she had lipstick on, smudged, and mascara ran down her face from her tears. Why would she have makeup on if she was just hanging out in the house on a Saturday night. I wondered who she could be having an affair with. It was mindboggling. My mom was so straitlaced, I just couldn't believe that she'd cheat on my dad. Not that I'd blame her, my dad was an asshole.

I pulled out my cell phone and called the house. "Glassner residence," a bored Allison answered. Allison was one of our sex slaves, our first actually, a sexy teenage nympho.

"Get all the sluts out of the house," I ordered. "Go next door."

"Yes, Master," Allison quickly answered. "Is everything all right, we heard from the bodyguards that something wrong?"

"Just clear the house," I ordered, suddenly angry. I wasn't even sure what I was angry about.

"Sorry for questioning you, Master," Allison apologized. "The house will be emptied."

I hung up and saw Mary was helping my mom into the back seat of the Mustang. My mom sat in the back, quiet. Her face was blank, her eyes dead, as she stared down at her open hands. 23 followed in her patrol car as we headed home. The entire drive was filled with uncomfortable silence. Mary kept opening her mouth, wanting to say something, but just couldn't seem to find the words, and would close her lips.

"Should we order a pizza, or something?" Mary asked as we pulled into the driveway. "I mean..." she trailed off. Her stomach gave a guilty rumble and she flushed.

We had been on our way to dinner when my mom called and I shrugged. "I guess. And a bottle of wine or three." Then I caught Mary's hand and kissed her palm. "I love you," I whispered. "We'll go out to dinner Monday night, okay."

"Oh, it's alright," Mary said with a shrug.

"We have to go to Seattle anyways," I said. "To buy the land." We were planning on building a mansion on the giant, empty lot behind our house. It was supposed to be a housing development before the housing bubble burst. It had a magnificent view of Mount Rainier.

"Sure," Mary said, smiling.

Mary led my mom up into the house. She seemed lost, not aware of her surroundings. I found a bottle of red wine, probably a good vintage. Brandon Fitzsimmons, the original owner of the house, seemed to have good taste in wines. I took his house and made his wife, Desiree, our sex slave. Brandon, however, seemed to be fighting back against my orders. He sent the FBI to raid my house on Thursday. I would need to track him down.

I called Pizza Hut and ordered a couple of pizzas, meat lover for me and a half Hawaiian (for Mary) and half Veggie Lover (for my mom). I gave them Brandon's credit card to pay for the order. While I had a lot of money in the basements from my bank robberies, it amused me to make Brandon pay for things.

"I'm sorry, sir, the card came back declined," the bored teenager on the line said. I guess Brandon finally canceled his cards.

"Cash then," I said and hung up.

Mary had my mom seated on the couch and I handed mom a wine glass. She stared at it for a moment and then downed it in a single gulp. My mom wasn't one for drinking. Maybe a glass of wine when she saw my aunts once a year, at most. I poured her a second and she sipped it.

Mary was sitting next to her, a supporting arm around my mom. I sat down on the other side and took my mom's hand, squeezing it. "It's okay," I told her. "Everything's going to be fine."

She looked up at me and I saw some life in her dead eyes. "I killed him, Mark. I shot him in the back. How's that going to be okay."

"Why, mom? Why did you shot him?" I asked, squeezing her hand. "I'll still love you, no matter why. Even if he wasn't trying to hurt you. He was a bastard."

"He was," she whispered. "I...I was..." her voice quivered. "I...I..."

"You were with someone else," I said, carefully. Part of me hoped it wasn't true. My mom couldn't be having an affair. She was too nice, too wholesome, to do something as sordid as that.

"Yes," she said. "I...I had been seeing someone for a few years."

Her confusion rocked my foundations. My mother was so straitlaced. So good and proper. To find out she'd been having an affair, for years, was so surprising. My mom refused to leave my dad. She loved him, she was a good Christian, all the excuses she gave, and then to find out she was cheating on him. Wow.

I studied my mother. At forty-three she had a great body. She was short, petite. She had always exercised everyday, keeping in shape, and it paid off. Her figure was as fit as any twenty year old. Her face had transformed from her pretty and youthful face she had when I was a child into the mature and beautiful face she had now, only slightly marred by a few wrinkles.

"You don't hate me, do yo Mark?" my mom asked. "B-because I'm a ch-cheating whore." She started sobbing again.

I brushed a strand of brown hair from her face. "It's okay. You're not a cheating whore," I told her. "Dad was pig. He didn't deserve you. You deserved some happiness, mom. So he caught you and your...uh...boyfriend?"

My mom wiped at her tears, an almost grateful smile on her face, for a moment. "Yeah, my b-boyfriend," she nodded, flushing, the almost smile gone. "We were in bed. He was supposed to be playing poker all night with his friends. He was so angry when he caught us. My lover fled and I locked myself in the bathroom. He pounded on the door and then he said something about teaching a lesson. I thought he was going after...after my lover. So, I left the bathroom, grabbed the shotgun in the closet and shot him in the back as he stumbled down the hallway."

"So it was self-defense," I said. "Or at least, you stopped him from hurting someone. So don't feel guilty."

"Was he going to hurt my lover?" my mom asked, desperately. "What if he was just storming off, disgusted with me. There was so much pain in his eyes when he saw us. I never wanted to hurt him. I was just lonely...and my lover was there for me. And I just panicked." She started sobbing and in embraced her and held her as she sobbed incoherently.

Mary paid for the pizza when it arrived, and it sat on the coffee table, growing colder and colder, as I held my mother. Mary was crying, as well, tears running down her face as she watched us. Finally, my mom's sobs decreased into tiny hiccups and then she pushed away from me and wiped at her tears.

She saw the pizzas. "It's okay, if you want eat," she said. "I...I..." She took another sip of her wine. "He was going to do something," she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she was right to shoot him. She took another sip of wine. "He was a bastard. He's never going to hurt me again."

I squeezed her hand. "I love you, mom," I told her.

"Thank you, Mark." She ruffled my hair, a tremulous smile on her face. "You always were a good boy."

The pizza was cold, but I was starving, so I didn't care. My mom nibbled at a slice, and looked at Mary. "That's a lovely top, dear," she said, stroking the fabric of Mary's blouse. "I like the feel of it."

"Thank you, Sandy," Mary replied, smiling flirtily. "I like the color of your robe."

"This old thing," my mom dismissed with a flush. "You are quite beautiful, Mark's a lucky guy. I hope he treats you right."

"Oh, he does, Sandy," Mary said, archly. "I have no complaints."

"Good," Sandy said. "A pretty little thing like you deserves to be treated right. I enjoyed talking to you on the phone the other day. It was so stimulating."

I bet it was stimulating, mom, I thought with a smile. Mary's had made a wish with the Devil to have all women desire her, and it worked over the phone, apparently. My mom had gotten so horny talking to Mary, she started masturbating. It had been hot, realizing my mom was masturbating while on speaker phone with me and my fiancee.

"I enjoyed it too," Mary said with a wicked smile. Mary had started rubbing her cunt when she had realized what my mom had been doing. "It was a very pleasurable conversation. I couldn't wait for you to come over. I hope you can come over and over...to our house."

"Hmm, I would love to come again," my mom purred. "I want to know every thing about you, cutie."

My mom hugged my fiancee, rubbing her body against her. Mary smiled and hugged her back, stroking her back. My mom was nuzzling at her neck, whispering, "You smell so lovely."

Mary smiled happily and when they broke the hug, my mom's nipples could be seen pressing hard against her housecoat. Mary made eye contact with me and motioned for me to leave. To make my sex slaves immune to a nuns control, I needed to fuck my mom and have the slave drink our combined cum from her pussy. The only problem was, my powers didn't work on my mom.

Luckily, Mary's did. We planned on having Mary seduce my mother tomorrow night when she came over for dinner. Once Mary got her in bed and horny, she'd convince my mom to fuck me. With her wish, Mary could get any woman to do any sex act, no matter how depraved. I just needed to give them some privacy and let Mary do her thing.

"Shit," I said, pulling out my phone. My mom jumped, seemingly forgetting that I was there and flushing in embarrassment. "There's an emergency at my rental property," I lied.

"You have a rental property," my mom asked, surprised.

"I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings," I lied. I was telling our families I won money in a poker tournament. "There's a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, okay," my mom said, then placed her hand on Mary's thigh, rubbing it. "I'm sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do."

"I'm sure we will, Sandy," Mary said with a throaty laugh.

My cock was painfully hard as I walked out of the living room. Outside, red-head 09, the bodyguard watching the house, leaned against her Milton Police Department patrol car. She had a nice pair of tits that filled out her half open blouse. Her legs looked beautiful, clad in thigh-high, black boots and barely covered by her short skirt. Leaning against the car, you could almost see her pussy, and her parted thighs looked so inviting.

"I'm sorry to hear about your father, sir," 09 consoled.

I wasn't. "He was a bastard," I spat and walked up to her. My cock needed relief and 09 would be wet and willing for me.

She smiled when I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, spreading her legs wider. "Hmm, let me make you feel all better," she purred, lifting up her skirt to expose her fiery-red bush.

I shoved up against her and thrust into her cunt, angrily. I fucked her hard, pounding her dirty cunt. Anger was boiling through me. The bastard went and died before I could tell him how I felt. "You are a fucking asshole!" I shouted at my dad as I fucked 09, my eyes squeezed shut. "You're a worm. A goddamn coward who could only feel like a big man when beating his tiny wife or his kid! And now you are fucking dead! Too scared to face your son grown as a man! To afraid of what I'd do to you." I wasn't making sense, a tiny part of me realized, just ranting. Letting all the anger and hurt pour out of me as I pounded 09's cunt. "I wanted to crush you. To strangle you. To feel your life pulse beneath my fingers!"

I could feel it, I realized, that frantic pulse of life in my hands. The beating of a heart as blood pumped through tiny arteries. That flutter of life being slowly squeezed out. I fucked faster and harder at 09. I squeezed harder and tighter at my dad's throat. I had to kill him. Why didn't I do it earlier. Why didn't I confront my father sooner. Then my mom wouldn't be wracked by the guilt of doing it herself. I had the power. For a week, I could have marched in and protected my mom. But I left her, abandon her to my dad while I enjoyed myself. Why didn't I step in sooner.

Because you're the coward, a voice whispered back. You're still that cowardly little boy, deep inside, scared of your father.

The cunt I was in spasmed hard on my cock as the slut came, milking my cock for my seed. I exploded. My cum out of my cock, painting the sluts insides with sticky cum, and my emotions out of my soul, as tears poured out my eyes, running wet down my cheeks..

I was the coward. It was my fault. Sobs were rocking my body. I could have stopped all this, but I was still scared of my dad. I was still that little boy, deep inside. I looked at 09 through blurry eyes, her face purple as she struggled to breath. My hands were at her throat, squeezing her. When did that happen?

I let go and stumbled back. 09 fell to her knees, coughing, struggling to breathe. Guilt and shame burned inside me. What was happening? I could of killed her. I cried into my hands. My dad was dead. My dad was dead and I would never get to see him again. I don't even remember the last time I saw him, or what he said to me. My emotions were all mixed up, anger, hatred, love, grief.

A woman hugged me, her red hair silk against my face. "Shh, it's okay," 09 cooed, her voice raspy. Even after I strangled her, she still loved me. What choice did she have, I made her love me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"It's okay, sir," she whispered. "It was so exciting. I came so hard when you were choking me. You could do it again, if you want." I had heard being strangled makes sex more intense. I guess it was true. "I'm yours to do with as you please, sir."

"No, forget that it happened," I told her. "We just had regular sex."

"Thank you for fucking me, sir," she said, wiping at my tears. "I'm glad my slutty cunt satisfied you, sir."

"Yeah, it did," I said, standing up. I breathed in deeply, regaining control of my emotions. Dad was dead. I had arrangements to make.

The ringing phone woke me up.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was two in the morning. After last night I needed to get some sleep. Antsy and I had taken this guy back to our motel room from some bar to fuck. I figured, let a guy get Antsy all hot and bothered and then I could have an easy time fucking her so I could perform the Prayer of Avvah on her.

It worked.

And while Travis and Antsy both passed out after they came, they eventually woke up, horny, finding me masturbating away. I fucked Travis and then I went down on Antsy, licking up the sloppy mess Travis left in her cunt. I was looking forward to her going down on me. She had a tongue piercing and I always heard that it made cunnilingus feel so much better. But Antsy had sobered up to much and would just finger me.

So when Antsy wanted to go out, I pleaded exhaustion. I may look eighteen, but I was feeling all of my forty-four years. So I crawled into bed and fell asleep. And I was enjoying that sleep before the phone rang.

"Sorry," Antsy said. She was walking across the room. The bathroom light was on and I could see that her clothes were mused. She's just been fucked, I realized. Antsy came to Miami to party and she had been thoroughly enjoying herself. "It's my stupid brother. Ugg, I don't want to talk to him."

Her finger was moving to hang up. "Wait!" I shouted. I needed her to get together with her brother. This seemed so wrong, I was supposed to stop Warlocks, not serve people up to them. But, Ramiel said this was the only way. I just needed to have faith in God's plan.

"What?" Antsy asked, her finger stopped above the phone.

"It's late," I said, trying to think of a reason to get her to answer the phone. "It...it...must be important."

"I guess," Antsy said, rolling her eyes. "Hey bro." A look of stunned disbelief crossed Antsy's face. And then, in the quavering voice of a little girl, she whispered, "He's dead?"

Her legs seemed to give out underneath her and she stumbled, sitting heavily on the bed. Her eyes were wide with pain, a tear started trickling down her cheek. She saw me looking at her and she turned away, trying to hide as her brother talked to her. I watched her aura go from silver to black. Her brother gave her a command, exerting control over her. It wasn't much control, his hold wouldn't last long. Odds are, she'd have done it without him controlling her. Her aura would be silver by tomorrow afternoon, I judge.

"I'll be on the plane," Antsy said. "Tomorrow morning at 7:55 AM, American Airlines," Antsy was repeating into the phone. "Mark, how's mom." She paused, listening. "Okay, okay, we'll talk when I get in." Another pause. "I love you, too Mark." And then she hung up.

"My daddy's dead," Antsy said in her quivering, little girl's voice. Her face contorted in pain and then the sobs overtook her. I held the girl to my chest and rocked her gently as she sobbed her heart out.

"Shit," Mark said, and I jumped.

I was so enchanted by my son's fiancee, I forgot Mark was sitting next to me. What was wrong with me. Ever since Betty, I was starting to wonder if I was a lesbian. And here I was panting after my future daughter-in-law. The fact I just killed my abusive husband barely register in my mind. All that seemed to matter was Mary and her beautiful, wicked smile. "There's an emergency at my rental property," Mark said.

"You have a rental property," I asked, confused. He was a vacuum-cleaner salesman. Since when did he own a rental property.

"I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings," Mark answered. He did mention that in the phone call. Those darn FBI agents almost had me believing my good boy was a bank robber and a rapist. My eyes were drawn back Mary. She had the deepest, green eyes that twinkled naughtily. Get a hold of yourself, Sandy. But she's just so desirable. I wanted to kiss her lips so badly. "There's a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I'm really sorry," Mark finished.

"Oh, okay," I absently said, staring into Mary's eyes. I felt something warm on my hand and realized I was rubbing Mary's beautiful thigh. Her jean skirt was so short, so inviting. This was just like when I talked to Mary on the phone. I couldn't believe that I started masturbating. "I'm sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do." Why did I say that. I needed to take a cold shower. I needed to get out of this itchy housecoat and show Mary my body.

"I'm sure we will, Sandy," Mary said with a throaty laugh. Was she flirting back.

How did this happen to me. I must be a lesbian. When I started the affair with Betty a few year ago, I thought it was just a fluke. David may have always been an abusive prick, but he was a passionate lover. And I enjoyed our lovemaking. But his drinking had grown so much, he had trouble getting erect anymore. I had gotten so horny and then Betty showed back up.

She was so beautiful, with that mocha-cream skin and her enchanting, blue eyes. It was so exotic. Her father was half-black himself, and her mom was a Norwegian beauty, and the combination produced a stunningly beautiful girl. And that day that I realized Betty was flirting with me, it had been months since I had been with David. I was so lustful, masturbation wasn't cutting it anymore. I had even considered taking a lover, but I just couldn't bring myself to break my marriage vows. But she was a woman. It wasn't really cheating. I didn't even think I was a lesbian, afterwards. It was pleasant, not as good as a man, but fun. And I felt I had kept my vows.

It's only sex if a man's penis goes up your vagina. President Clinton had said. So, you couldn't really have sex with a woman. Therefore it was just fun, not adultery. Maybe homosexuality is a sin, but I wasn't an adulteress. That's how what I told myself. Mark and Samantha always wanted me to leave David, but I swore a vow before god. Until death I swore, and that's how it ended. I could still feel the shotgun in my hands, how hard I had to squeeze the trigger, the roar it made and how much it hurt when the stock bucked into my shoulder.

Mary's enchanting presence was drowning out the guilt over killing David. When I shot him, I was sure he was going to go kill Betty. The sweet girl had fled when David caught us in bed and this mad thought entered my mind that he was going to hurt her. I couldn't let him do that. And...and it was easy. He had treated me so badly, I didn't even hesitate.

"What should we do?" Mary asked, scooting a little closer. Her flowery perfume was filling my nose, an intoxicating fragrance.

I found myself sliding my hand higher up her thigh, nearing that short, enticing skirt and what was hiding underneath. I was such a horrible mother, thinking about seducing my son's fiancee. But that didn't stop me from sliding my hand higher and higher. Her thigh was silky smooth and warm.

"I would like to get to know my future daughter-in-law better," I husked, like wanton trollop. You are a good, god-fearing woman so why are you doing this. Betty was bad enough, but she's almost your daughter.

Is that why I'm so wet? I wondered. She's the same age as Samantha. No, that couldn't be it. Mary and Samantha were so different. Samantha had raven black hair, not the enticing auburn of Mary, nor did she have Mary's enchanting green eyes. Our her delicious lips.

It took me a moment to realize that I had leaned over and captured those red lips with my own, hungrily nibbling at her lower lip. Oh no, I thought with dismay, she's going to think her future mother-in-law some sort of lesbian hussy. But she's kissing me back, I realized with delight. My son's fiancee was kissing me, her tongue lightly pressing against my lips and I let her in.

Her hands unknotted my housecoat and the scratchy fabric was off my hard nipples. This was so wrong. How could I do this to Mark. He was my good boy. How could I betray him like this. How could Mary betray him. For a moment anger surged in me. How could this hussy allow her fiancee's mother seduce her. She's not even putting up a fight. She's into it.

And then her hand was touching my hard nipple, her fingers deft and gentle as they rolled the hard nub and all resistance fled me. I was a lesbian. I was a slave to my desires. And I desired Mary so much. Eternity seemed to pass as we kissed on the couch, her hands exploring my body. She touched me everywhere, my face, my throat, my stomach, my thighs. My wet vagina. My achingly wet and naughty vagina.

No, I realized. It was a hungry, lesbian pussy and I shuddered on Mary's finger when she slipped inside my hungry hole. Mary's thumb rubbed my clit in small circles, coaxing an orgasm out of me. I gasped into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, as she fingered me slowly and gently, until I could take the pleasure no more.

"I need to taste you," I panted as Mary sucked her fingers clean of my pussy, savoring the taste of my pussy.

Mary stood and let me naked up the stairs to a bedroom. I was going to make love to this beautiful creature in the very bed she shared with my son. That thought sent a naughty thrill through my body. Mary pushed me back onto the bed and my breath caught as she pulled off her blouse and wiggled out of her jean skirt.

She was naked underneath. The most beautiful woman I could ever imagine. Her breasts were small, perky, and covered with freckles. Her nipples were hard and dusky. Her pussy was shaved bare save for a small heart of fiery hair, and her slit was tight, like a young girls. She looked so innocent until I saw her eyes and the hunger there.

I wanted to taste her but she beat me to it, diving into my bushy brown pubes, matted with my arousal. Her tongue licked through the hair and I shuddered, arching my back. I grabbed my nipple, pinching it hard as I enjoyed Mary's tongue. Her tongue licked around my labia, teased my clit, and probed my hole. Everywhere she touched tingled with electricity. A growing charge that spread wonderfully through my body.

"Umm, eat my pussy," I heard myself moan. "Yes, yes, eat me! You are making me cum, sweet Mary! Yes, yes! Keep doing what you are doing! Oh, wow! Wow!"

I was gripping the sheet in iron fingers as I writhed on the bed. Her tongue was flicking at my clit while two fingers slid up inside me, rapidly fucking in and out of my naughty hole. My muscles spasmed as my orgasm shot through my body.

"Yes, yes!" I cried as the electricity crackled through me. "Oh, fuck yes!" I was moaning so wantonly, like the lesbian whore I had become. "Umm, let me taste myself," I purred, pulling on Mary's auburn hair.

Mary crawled up my body, her face sticky with my cum. Her breasts dragged across my flat stomach, only slightly marred with a few stretch marks from my pregnancies. Our nipples kissed as our lips kissed and I could taste the tart and spicy flavor of my passion on her lips. Oh God, I had to taste her.

She sense my desire, too, because she kept on crawling, until her pussy hovered above my lips, wet and tight, her vulva was flushed with desire and completely bare. She tasted sweet and spicy and so delicious. She moaned above me, settling her weight down on my face, beginning to grind on my lips as I drank her ambrosia.

Her clit was a hard little pea that my tongue delighted in playing with, flicking back and forth and bringing such wicked moans from Mary. My hands gripped her plump ass, enjoying the feel of her flesh between my fingers as I kneaded her cheeks. I stopped playing with her clit and moved my lips lower, sucking at her tight slit, parting the crease with my tongue and feeling the wrinkled lips of her labia and then I found her wet hole and I shoved my tongue up inside her. I made my tongue as rigid as I could and fucked it inside her.

"Mmhh, Sandy, you're tongue is amazing," Mary purred.

A delighted gasp escaped her lips as my finger started teasing her asshole, feeling the puckered ring beneath my finger. David used to enjoy anal sex, and I grew to enjoy it as well. It was so much fun introducing Betty to it. I had used a carrot and reamed her ass then washed it and feeling wicked, used that very carrot in a stew I fed my husband.

Mary gasped as my finger pressed passed the tight ring and into her hot ass. My tongue was wiggling up her pussy as my finger wiggled up her ass. Her hips were twitching from side to side as pleasure washed through her. I started fucking the finger faster and faster in her ass and captured her clit with my lips, sucking on the pearl.

"Fuck yes!" Mary cursed. "Eat my cunt, oh fuck yes! You're so good! Mhh, I'm gonna cream your face! Yes, yes, oh fucking yes! Here it cums, Sandy! Here comes my girl-cum!"

I felt her ass clench on my finger as her orgasm exploded through her. Fresh juices flooded my mouth and I eagerly drank them as I felt Mary writhe on my lips. A second orgasm rolled through her as I kept sucking her clit and fingering her ass. Her hips were writhing in circles upon my face as her third orgasm crashed through her and then she fell to the side, panting.

"Holy shit," she moaned, turning about to snuggle up against me. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"I...I..." started to say, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell her about my lesbian affair. I was too ashamed of it.

"Was it Betty?" Mary perceptively asked. "Was that who your husband caught you with?"

"Yes," I answered and the guilt and grief and shame was there and I suddenly was sobbing and Mary was hugging me, her perky breasts pressed up against me. "He was going to hurt her," I cried. "I couldn't let him. She was so innocent. He should have just beat me like he always did. But not her."

"Shhh," Mary soothed. "It's okay. He'll never hurt anyone. Mark told me about him. He was an asshole. Don't waste your grief on him, okay."

I sniffed. That was easy to say. If only life was that simple. I had loved him, once. Part of me never stopped loving him. The foolish girl in me that thought he would change. One day he would stop drinking and be the man that I fell in love with. The bitter woman in me hated him, hated the way he drank, the way he'd hit me. Hit my children.

Mary's hand was stroking my face and I felt desire rushing through me as her lips brushed mine.

"Just put that aside for tonight," Mary whispered. "You can grieve tomorrow. Tonight is about love." Mary grabbed her phone and started texting. "Just checking up on Mark," Mary said and the guilt hit me. This was my son's fiancee.

"Oh god," I moaned. "What have I done."

"You needed comforting," Mary answered, setting her phone aside. She bent down and nibbled on my nipple.

"What have you done to me," I whispered as my blood started to boil. "I've never felt like this before. Never." Her eyes were so bewitching. "You are so enchanting, so enticing."

"I put a spell on you," Mary answered wickedly. "You're putty in my hands, aren't you. You'd do any depraved, nasty sex act I told you to."

I wanted to say no. "Yes," I answered. "God help me, but I would."

Mary's smile was so wicked as she licked up to my neck. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, echoing though the house. Panic set in. Mark was back. He was going to find me in bed with his fiancee. He's going to hate me, look at me in disgust, just like David did. He looks too much like his father. I can't take that, not again.

Mary's tongue nibbled at my ear as the door opened. I wanted to yank up the sheets, to hide my nakedness from my son. Mary's tongue was so wet on my ear, so pleasurable, that I could do nothing but let her lick me, to caress me. I could see Mark silhouetted in the doorway. Please, just go away. Don't see me like this! I'm such a horrible mother.

"I want you to fuck your son," Mary whispered. "He needs you. We need you!"

My legs were spreading open as Mark entered the room. He was naked, his body almost lean, just some pudginess remaining. He's lost weight, I realized. He's looking fitter than he ever has. His cock was hard and swayed as he walked. My precious boy was hard for me. I could feel moisture leaking out my pussy.

This is so wrong, I thought. But the ache in my pussy drowned out that voice.

"My boy's grown up," I purred. God, how did I become such a wanton hussy?

"We need your help," Mary whispered. "To cast a spell. To protect our servants from our enemy."

"Yes, let mommy help," I moaned. I didn't know what Mary was talking about, but how could I say no to my son. Mary was right, I would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved. And nothing was more depraved then a mother fucking her son. And his cock was so hard, trembling with every beat of his heart, aching to release his cum inside me.

How could I say no? I couldn't.

Mark was climbing onto the bed, climbing on top of me. I was open and ready for him. My arms reached around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were strong and manly, capturing my lips with a forceful kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. His weight was atop me and my legs wrapped around his hips. This was so wrong, so wicked, my pussy burned in anticipation. His cock bumped at the entrance of my pussy and I reached down and guided him back inside me.

"Yes," I moaned as he entered me. "My son's grown so big! And now you are back inside me! Show mommy what you know! Yes, yes! Fuck me!"

"You're so wet," he moaned in my ear. "You feel so good!"

His cock was plunging in and out of me. In and out, so amazing. "My sweet boy," I whispered in his ear. "You are back inside me! My big son!"

He felt so amazing and I felt relief; I wasn't a lesbian. This felt too good for me to be gay. A strange relief swept over me. I was bi, certainly, but not gay. I rose up to met his thrusts, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my nipples rubbing on his hairy chest.

"This is so hot," Mary whispered into my ear as I clawed my son's back. I turned my head and she kissed me and Mark's lips were there and somehow we were all kissing each other, tongues touching, exploring each other's lips. Sharing and enjoying each other's passions.

Mark was fucking me hard, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. "This is so fucking exciting," he moaned. "I'm inside my mom. I used to jerk off to you, did you know that."

"No," I panted, feeling incredibly sexy. "All the girls you could have jerked off to, you chose me?"

"Yes," he grunted. "You were so beautiful when I was young. You still are, mom."

His thrust came harder, more insistent. Then I could feel it, his seed spilling inside me. Inside the very womb that I made him in, where I carried him beneath my heart for nine months. My orgasm exploded through me, stars danced in my vision. God, I wasn't on the pill. David had that Vasectomy years ago. Was my son going to make a baby inside me. A new life? Proof of our new, incestuous love?

Mark rolled off me, a hand on my right thigh. Mary was on my left, her hand on the other thigh, keeping my legs spread open. "Don't be scared," Mary whispered. "We needed you for a spell."

"What," I panted and then I saw the girl enter the room.

She had bubblegum pink hair, was maybe seventeen, and naked. Her small breasts were pierced by silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and there was a tattoo above her pussy. "Cum on in," it read, an arrow pointing to her slit so there could be no confusion what the little slattern meant. The girl knelt down and I wanted to close my legs, but my son and his fiancee kept them open.

"Shh, this won't hurt," Mary said and kissed me.

The pink-haired girl licked my slit, tasting the mess I had made with my son. "Zimmah," Mark whispered and I felt something, some energy, flow out of me into my son and this girl.

Mark shuddered and the girl gasped. "Oh, Master, I'm yours forever, aren't I?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Forever, Allison" Mark answered and the pink-haired girl crawled up to him and kissed him on the lip.

A nut brown, big-breasted Latina woman crawled up next. Behind her I could see more naked women waiting. Just what was my son up to? I gasped in pleasure as the Latina licked at my slit and Mark whispered, "Zimmah,". The energy flowed, Mark shuddered, and the Latina gasped.

There were tears in her eyes as she crawled up to Mark. "I'm yours forever," she said and kissed him and then she was kneeling before Allison, the pink-haired girl.

"Allison, mi Sirenita," she said, holding the girl's hands. "Since Master claimed us, I have grown to love you deeply. You are so beautiful, innocent and whorish all at the same wonderful time." She opened her hand, revealing a gold ring topped with a diamond. Little fish were carved on the ring. No, not fish, mermaids, their arms forming the mounting for the diamond. "Will you marry me?"

Allison glanced at Mark and he nodded. "Oh yes, Desiree," she squealed and everyone was clapping as Desiree slipped the ring on her finger. "We'll be together, forever," Allison whispered, hugging her fiancee. "Forever Master and Mistress's slaves."

They kissed and Mary sighed next to me, rubbing a tear from her eyes. "Oh, that's so beautiful."

Their kisses became more passionate and then the Latina was kneeling down, spreading open Allison's thighs, and dove into her shaved cunt with gusto. "Umm, my sweet Desiree," Allison moaned, staring at the diamond ring on her finger as her fiancee ate out her cunt.

What was going on. Another girl, a doll-faced girl with beautiful, blue eyes crawled awkwardly between my legs. Her left arm was in a sling, a bandage covering her shoulder. She bent down and licked and Mark whispered the words. And on it went, girl after girl. When the eleventh girl, a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman, licked my cunt, nothing happened.

"There's no more sperm, Master," she said, eyes wide with panic.

"It's okay, Willow," Mary soothed. "Mark and his mother can make more."

I was eager to let Mark make more, I discovered. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn't care so long as I could feel Mark's cock inside me again. Mark lasted longer the second time and Mary sat on my face and I ate her pussy as my son fucked my pussy. Ten more girls licked my cunt and then I was empty of sperm. So, for the third time, I sat atop him, cowgirl style, and rode him passionately. Mary sat on his face and I made out with her as we rode my son.

Finally, the last woman, the twelfth one dressed as a slutty cop, kissed Mark and walked out of the room. The original thirteen girls, the once who weren't dressed like slutty cops, were scattered about the room or out on the small, private deck; some were kissing, others were making love, and a few just cuddled. Desiree and Allison sat out on the deck, making out on a love seat. A red-head was cuddling with the injured girl. The Muslim girl and the cinnamon-skinned girl were sixty-nining on the floor.

"What's going on?" I finally asked my son. I was wrung out, emotionally, physically.

"Well mom, I have powers," Mark said. "And so does Mary. And there are people out there that want to stop us. They think what we're doing is wrong."

"On Monday, one attacked us," Mary said and she motioned to a curly haired teenager. She looked eighteen. "This is Karen. She took control of several of the girls and overpower Mark and I."

"I was bad, then," Karen said. "I didn't know how kind and great Master and Mistress were. My actions caused Korina to be shot and Desiree to almost die." There were tears in the young girls eyes. "Master and Mistress punished me and then forgave me and now I happily serve them."

"More will come," Mark said. "And now we've protected ourselves against their most potent weapon, thanks to you, mom."

I gaped at my son. "This is to much," I said. "I...I need some time."

"Of course," he said, disappointment painting his face. "Choose a girl and she'll take you to a bedroom. You can let her stay, warm you bed. She'll be quite willing."

I swallowed they were all beautiful, and I didn't really want to be alone. Not after what I did. My pussy ached as all these beautiful women looked eagerly at me, lust painted on their faces. God, I could see how Mark grew to like this. All these beautiful, naked women willing to do whatever you wanted to them.

"You are on TV," I said, recognizing the caramel-skinned one.

"Yes," she said, with a smile. "I'm Jessica St. Pierre, reporter for KIRO 7 News."

"You always looked so beautiful on TV," I told her. "Would you mind..."

"I'd be honored to," Jessica purred. "You are the mother of Master. I'll do whatever you want." Her smile promised so much and I found myself being led away. This wouldn't do, I thought, as led me into a bedroom and her mouth eagerly kissed me.

Jessica was pushing me back onto the bed. She smelled of cinnamon and jasmine. How was I supposed to think straight when this sexy minx was sucking at my breast? God help me, but I wanted one for myself, my very own slut. I could think later, I could grieve later, for now Jessica was lithe and wet and gasped sweetly as my finger slid into her cunt.

I waited at the carousel for American Airlines flight 2269. It was supposed to be in at 1:35 PM, but it was already closer to three and still the plane hadn't landed. I stiffed a yawn, and rubbed my eyes, staring up at the Arrival Board, hoping for a change in the status of Antsy's plane. Nope, still delayed.

I didn't sleep well last night. After my mom was taken away by Jessica, I tried to sleep but I was haunted by bad dreams. I was always looking for my dad and I always arrived too late. I would be terrified that I missed him and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I would be crying, others I would be filled with such profound anger I wanted to pound my fists against something, anything.

Every time, Mary was there to hold me, to calm me down. She never complained, never even gave me a dirty look. All she gave me was compassion and understanding. In the morning, my mom looked just as haggard as I felt. She was sitting in the kitchen, chatting with the sluts, sipping a cup of coffee.

"I don't understand how you got your powers," she finally said after staring at me. "But, I think I understand why you do it." A flush crept down her face, and she glanced at Jessica who sat listlessly, sipping her coffee. I wonder if she got any sleep at all. "It's intoxicating, being in control."

I nodded. "Especially if you haven't been in control your entire life."

And she nodded and thanked me. "I needed to go," she finally said. "I have to think, but I understand."

"Antsy flying in today, she'll want to see you," I told her.

"I'll be at home," mom answered.

"There's a house available just down the street," I had told her. "Quite a few, actually."

"Maybe," she said, tiredly. I had Desiree drive her home.

"I'm sorry, Alice," Mary was speaking into her phone with her friend, Alice. I should say friend with benefits, since all they seemed to do is get together at a motel and have sex. I didn't trust Alice. When I met her on Thursday, it was quite clear she was in love with Mary. "Listen, Mark's dad died last night, okay. I needed to be here for him." She paused, listening to Alice. "I know, we'll get together soon, okay."

Mary and I headed to the airport, arriving about twenty minutes before Antsy's flight was supposed to arrive. 01 and 09 were our bodyguards, driving 01's State Patrol car. And then we waited. And waited. Sitting on these fucking uncomfortable seats.

"Well, I guess not even you can make a flight be on time," Mary had joked when I complained about how late the flight was.

I yawned a second time. I had been sitting on this plastic chair for far too long. I was too tired to even muster the energy to find a pretty girl and find a better way to pass the time. Or maybe that was just the excuse. My dad was dead and everything seemed a little less beautiful this morning. I barely was able to muster the energy to make love to Mary this morning. Mary was exhausted, too, dozing, her head on my lap.

"Hey, bro," a woman said, shaking my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, blinking. I must have fallen asleep. Standing before me was Antsy, in a violet halter-top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her black hair fell loosely about her shoulders. She looked as tired as I felt, eyes baggy with exhaustion. She had a smile on her face, she was forcing herself to look happy.

"Who's the hottie?" she asked in fake excitement. "Did you finally trick a girl into going out with you?"

Mary sat up, wiping drool off the side of her face. "This is Mary, my fiancee," I said. "Mary this is annoying, little Antsy."

Antsy smile turned genuine. "Wow, how good in the sack is my brother to snag you. You're gorgeous."

"Thanks," Mary said, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "He's amazing in the sack."

"So..." she started to say, her smile fading. "Dad's dead?" she asked and then grief rippled across her face.

I was hugging her and my sister sobbed on my shoulder, her body trembling like a child in my arms. My shirt was wet with her tears as she cried into my chest. "H-how," she finally said, looking up at me with tear-stained eyes. "You didn't want to say, on the phone."

"Mom shot him," I said. "He was...you know."

"Yeah," she sighed, bitterly. "God, why didn't she just leave him."

I shrugged. "There's more, she was with...someone when dad found her and..."

"Betty, right?" Antsy asked.

I blinked. "No, no, she was having an affair."

Antsy nodded. "Yeah, with Betty."

"What?" I gaped. My mom and Betty. I was flabbergasted. No wonder my mom took to flirting with Mary so easily.

Antsy told me all about how she caught the two of them. Antsy was just happy that mom had found somebody and urged her to leave dad. "Mom seemed ashamed of being gay," Antsy explained. "You know mom, church twice a week."

"Yeah," I nodded.

We talked the whole drive. I didn't remember the last time I saw my sister, her graduation from High School last year, I guess. And dad was around, so I left pretty quickly. We shared stories about dad, remembering the few good times we had with him. And as much as I hated him, I realized there was still a part of me that wanted to be that little boy, getting patted on the head by my dad and told what a good son I was.

"Where are we?" Antsy asked when I pulled into my driveway.

"Our home," Mary answered.

"What's up with the cop?" Antsy asked. 24 was parked in front of the house in her Bonny Lake patrol car.

"Our bodyguard," I told her. "Don't worry about it."

Inside the house, Antsy gaped at the parade of naked and half-naked sluts. Violet walked up to her, naked, and hugged Antsy. "I'm so sorry about your dad," Violet said.

Antsy stood frozen. "Mark, who are all these women? Are you a pimp?"

"These our sex slaves," I said. "It's perfectly normal to have sex slaves, right Antsy."

The command sank in. "Oh, of course, bro. I'm just so jet-lagged."

I led her upstairs. Mary stayed behind. I wanted to have my sister to myself, just like Mary wanted her sisters to herself at first when they came over last Friday. I took her into the bedroom, my cock was growing hard. I was about to fuck my kid sister. She was no longer the gangly youth that annoyed me. A beautiful woman had somehow grown from that bratty child. So lovely. A younger version of mom, with bigger breasts, I noticed appreciatively.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Antsy."

"I do," she whispered, flushing. "It's so wrong, but I do."

I pulled off my shirt and she eagerly pulled off her top. She wore a sheer, red bra underneath, her nipples dark shadows through the fabric. Her skinny jeans came off next, sliding off her slim thighs. Her panties were a matching, sheer red, the smooth lips of her cunt just visible through the fabric.

"What about your fiancee?" Antsy asked as her bra came off. Her breasts were large, round and perky.

"She'll be joining us later," I said.

Antsy smiled. "I don't know what it is about her. I'm not a lesbian, but I'd be gay for her."

"Mary has that affect on people," I told her as my boxers came off. She licked her lips when she saw my hard cock and quickly shoved her panties off her hips and fell back onto the bed.

She spread her legs, wantonly, showing off her tight slit, wet and flushed. "God, I'm so horny for you, bro!"

I knelt between her legs, inhaled the tart and spicy flavor of her sex. I dug a tongue through her groove, delighting in her flavor. Her legs twitched as pleasure rolled through her. I gently spread her lips open, revealing the moist, pink flesh and started lapping at her cunt. I explored the wrinkled folds of her labia, the hard pearl of clitoris, and the velvety hole that led to her sweet depths.

"Wow, bro," Antsy moaned. "You're pretty good at giving head! Hmm, yeah, keep doing that. Fuck, I can't believe how hot this is! Crap, I'm going to cum already!"

Her delicious juices flooded my mouth. I smeared some on my finger, rubbing it on my eyes. "Mowdah," I muttered, casting the spell that would let me recognize a nun.

I looked up at my sister and could see a faint, black outline about her. Just like Mary described. According to Mary, most people had silver auras. All of our sex slaves had black, and I had a red aura. My sister's aura was black. Maybe it was people under my power had black auras. I think Karen, the former nun, mentioned that once. Thralls had black auras and Warlocks red.

My cock was hard and I could figure this stuff out later. My sister was wet and ready to be fucked. Her eyes just shouted it as she started hungrily at my cock. So I crawled up her body, kissing her on the lips. Her tongue eagerly slid out to taster her juices on my lips. Her hands grasped my cock and guided me to her wet hole.

When I slid in intense energy seemed to flow between us. We both gasped and panted as orgasms rolled through our bodies. Stars swam before my eyes as my cum shot four massive blasts into my sisters cunt. Antsy moaned beneath me, her back arched, pressing her soft breasts against me.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered to Antsy as I started fucking her. She was the most beautiful, desirable women in the world. What woman could compare to the beauty of my sister.

"Oh, Mark," she panted. "Hmm, when did you get so sexy."

Her hips were bucking up to meet mine. I was fucking my sister, the most beautiful creature in the world. We were made for each other, I realized. Made by mom and dad to be perfect lovers. I didn't need any other woman, just my sweet sister. Her sweet cunt. Her perfect tits. Her beautiful mouth as she gasped in pleasure beneath me.

I don't know how long we fucked. But we tried every position: doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing up, on our sides. I came in every hole she had: her sucking mouth, velvety cunt, and tight ass. We sixty-nined and I didn't care her cunt was full of my cum, just that I was eating my sweet Antsy's pussy.

When Mary walked in, naked, I remembered that she was supposed to join us. She had a drab body, small breasts, and her ass was too plump. Even her shaved pussy was wrong, too girlish and unappealing. And that heart she had shaped her pubic hair into. It was so pathetic. After I had Antsy, Mary was no longer beautiful. Hell, how did I ever find her beautiful. She pressed up against us, rubbing those ugly tits against us.

"Can you give us some privacy, Mary?" I asked. "We need to comfort each other."

"Can't I comfort you?" Mary asked, hurt in her eyes.

You love her, a voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what?

"No," I told her, then I tried to try to take the hurt away from her eyes. "We just need some privacy." Tell her you love her, the tiny voice whispered. You have to fight. "I...I...love you," I managed to choke out.

"Okay," Mary said, a tear trickling down her face. "I love you too."

It felt good to be fucking my sister without Mary around to ruin the mood. So why did I hurt so much inside? Why did I feel like a piece of my soul was being torn away from me. But Antsy's cunt felt too great, too amazing, to listen to that voice, to feel that pain.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 22: The Bond of Avvah

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Mark is under Sister Theodora's spell as Mary struggles to understand what's happened to her fiancee.

Chapter Twenty-two: The Bond of Avvah

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I was sunning myself on the beach, catching the last rays of the Miami sun. I was wearing a skimpy bikini, white with pink flowers decorating it. The sun felt great on my skin. Antsy plane should have landed in Seattle by now. It was only a matter of time before her brother, Mark, fucked her and triggered the Prayer of Avvah.

When Mark slept with his sister, she would be the only woman he desired. No other person would ever excite him sexually again. Hopefully, it would drive a wedge between Mark and his lover, the other Warlock, and make it easier for me to defeat them. One Warlock could be hard enough, but two was going to be very difficult. Plus, there was the demoness Lilith to consider, summoned by Mark's lover.

Guilt burned inside me. I served Antsy up to her brother, she would also be affected by the Prayer as well. I was a nun, a Sister of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I was supposed to save people from a Warlock's powers, not give him victims. But, it was for the greater good. Mark had to be stopped. Every day he wasn't stopped, more innocents were abused by him. It was for the greater good.

If I kept telling myself that, maybe I'll actually believe it.

Antsy had left early this morning to catch her plane. She was a wreck. I stayed up with her most of the night as she talked about her father who passed away yesterday. From what I gathered, he wasn't the greatest father, but you couldn't always help who you loved. Before she left, she gave me her original return ticket, promising to have it changed to my name.

I had all day tomorrow, and half of Tuesday to kill before I would fly out to Seattle. Plenty of time for the Bond of Avvah to wreck havoc on the Warlock's lives. So, in the meantime, I decided to relax, enjoy Miami's beaches, because I would be very busy when I returned home to Washington State.

Suddenly, a weird feeling trembled through my womb. It was almost like an orgasm, like my body was remembering the sweet pleasure that an orgasm brought. But there were no muscle contractions, no electricity shooting through my body, no toe curling pleasure that made me howl with passion.

I smiled, wiggling my hips. Mark just fucked his sister.

The Bond of Avvah has formed between them.

I woke up, reaching for Mark and felt a pair of small breasts.

I eye opened my eyes and saw Violet's sleeping face. The teen looked so peaceful. I was struggling to remember, shaking sleep off my mind. Another body was pressing against my back, not Mark. Mark didn't have a pair of perky breasts.

I wasn't in our bed. Mark wanted to be alone with his sister. So they could comfort each other. Jealous hurt burned in my heart. What had happened yesterday. It was our first night we didn't share a bed. And, since when did we not share our lovers. Was it just his dad's death? The excitement of fucking your sister. I knew how exhilarating it could be. I fucked both my sisters on Friday. But I shared them with Mark. I wasn't being selfish like he was.

You haven't shared Alice, a guilty voice whispered in my mind. I ignored that voice, Mark never asked. I would, if Mark wanted too. It's got to be his dad's death. He just needs a little space, to grieve. I made the Pact with the Devil and wished for Mark and I to love each other forever. I just needed to let him work this out of his system. Maybe he was already back to his normal self.

Hope blossoming inside me I positively raced out of the bedroom. He wasn't in our room, I went down stairs. Several of the sluts were enjoying scrambled eggs and bacon. "Have you seen Mark?"

"He's out jogging, mi Reina," Desiree answered.

I glanced at the clock. "Still? It's ten."

Chasity was nursing a cup of coffee. "I'll get his twenty," Chasity said. Chasity was the head of our bodyguards and she pulled out her Nextel. "Chasity to all units, can I get a 10-20 on Master?"

"09 to Chasity, Master's at the Rowe residence," 09 reported.

"That is where his jogging sluts meet, right?" I asked. Every morning, Mark would go jogging with a group of women and would fuck one of them when he was done. He was usually back by seven or seven-thirty.

The Rowe house was next door, owned by Madeleine, a southern divorcee with a nice body. I walked over, naked. 09 was leaning against her cop car and smiled when she saw me. She said something, but I was in too much of a hurry. My heart was hammering with excitement and fear as I entered the house. I could hear muffled cries of passion coming from upstairs. I walked up the stairs, the cries growing louder and louder. There was a woman's loud shrieks, a man's low grunts, a bedsprings creaking.

"Ride my cock," Mark's muffled voice came through the wall. He was fucking one of his jogging sluts. "Oh, god, your cunt's the best."

I stopped, Mark's words freezing me in place. Who's cunt was that best? I thought my cunt was, Mark. Fear suddenly clenched at my stomach, destroying the hope I was feeling. I stopped at the bedroom door, my hand on the knob. I must have heard him wrong. It was through the door. Mark loves me. Just open the door and go join him and whatever slut he's banging and have some fun.

It was Antsy riding his cock, her breasts bouncing up and down. She had a beautiful figure, her hips writhing as she fucked Mark in reverse cowgirl style. Long, black hair waving about her body as she shook her head in pleasure. Cum stained her tits. How long had they been fucking? All morning? Mark had never shown this much interest in any other woman besides me. Just stop being afraid, Mary, and get in there and have some fun.

Strutting my stuff, I walked as sexily as possible to the bed. Mark's eyes flickered towards me and then went back to watching his sisters ass. "Hey, hun," I purred. "Is your sister giving you a good fucking."

"Yeah, she's the best," Mark moaned.

I ignored that, and slipped onto the bed, rubbing my body against Mark and kissed him on the lips. He didn't kiss me back. "What's wrong, Mark?"

"Nothing," he moaned. "I'm just having fun with my sister. Isn't she so beautiful?"

"Don't you want to have fun with me?" I asked, hopeful.

Mark glanced at me. "I'm sorry, Mary. It's just with dad dead, I'm feeling so close to my sister. You understand, right?"

"I... yeah, I guess," I said, stung by his words. "You still love me, right?"

"Yeah," he grunted. "Oh, Antsy your cunt feel so great. I'm going to cum!"

"Umm, fill me up big bro! Feel me with your hot, brotherly cum!"

"We have the appointment in Seattle," I said, lamely, after he finished cumming in his sister's cunt. I didn't know what else to do. "Are we still..."

"Oh, yeah," he sighed. "Yeah, to buy the land. Yeah, what time do need to leave."

"A few hours," I said, answered. My voice was cracking as I fought back tears.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the house," he said.

"I love you, Mark," I said, looking back from the door. Mark was focused on his sister, who was still riding him hard, and didn't answer.

Antsy's wanton moans followed me as I staggered out of the room. I stumbled down the hall and leaned against the wall. My legs gave out and I slid down the wall to the carpeted floor and sobbed into my hands. What had happened to my randy stallion? Why didn't he want his naughty filly? Did I do something wrong? No, it was the grief. Just be patient, Mary. Just be supportive. Grief does weird things to people.

The drive to Seattle was strained. I was wearing the sluttiest dress I had, a slinky black thing that was so low cut, my freckled breasts were about to pop out. And the skirt showed off my nice legs, and swayed deliciously on my ass as I walked, so short flashes of my ass cheeks could be seen. I had hoped that Mark would pay attention to me once he was away from his slutty sister. She had gone to see her mom, finally. But Mark didn't grope my ass, kiss me, try to fuck me the moment he saw me in this dress. I kept wanting to ask Mark what was really going on, but fear held my tongue. What if he didn't love me anymore, find me attractive. What if he'd fallen for his sister.

He had fallen for me that quick. What if he fell out of love with me just as fast. No, he's just grieving. I just need to suffer through it. He'll come around. His sister is just how its manifesting. I just need to be patient. I reached out to squeeze his hand but he drew away. Hurt burned at my eyes and I looked away, wiping at my tears.

He didn't even want a blowjob. I've never driven with Mark more than a mile without him wanting me to suck his cock. I would pretend that I didn't want to and he would be all sweet and give me flowery compliment and caress my body. I would let him think he talked me into it, but I was as eager to blow him as he was to get blown.

We got stuck in traffic and were an hour later for our meeting. Mark did his thing and the owner was more than happy to sell his property. It took another hour to draw up the paperwork, get things signed. Then we had to wait on a notary. The owner had a beautiful secretary, but Mark didn't seem interested in passing the time with her.

"You just enjoy her, Mary," Mark had said. "I'm not in the mood."

The secretary tasted of spice, and when I tried to kiss Mark, to share her flavor with him, he turned his head and I just kissed his cheek. Feeling more hurt, we left the office, heading for our make-up dinner. We had been on a date Saturday night when we found out his dad was dead, on our way to dinner. Mark felt bad, not that he should, but he was a sweet, caring guy, with me anyways, and wanted to make it up to me. Mark had made a reservation at 7 pm at Spinnasse, famed for its pasta.

Mark was distracted all through dinner. I pointed out pretty women for us to enjoy. Or even to enjoy by himself. But he would just glance at them and shrug and pick listlessly at his food. I just had to be patient. I tried talking about movies. About books. We both loved to read fantasy and we could usually talk about our favorite books. But he just twirled his pasta on his fork, not paying attention.

"Tomorrow," I said, trying to make conversation. "I need your guest list for our wedding. We need to get the invitations mailed out."

"Maybe we should delay the wedding," Mark absently said.

A cold knife stabbed my heart. "I understand, its because of your father's death. You have to get his affairs in order, there's the funeral to plan. We can delay. I understand."

He chewed his food, silently.

"I'm here for you, Mark," I told him. "I know its been difficult for you. I...I get that your sister is helping you, but I can help you to."

He snorted with laughter and I blinked.

"What?" I asked as ice flowed through my veins. My stomach clenched in knots. "What, Mark? What's going on in your head. You can tell me anything."

"I'm not sure I want to marry you," he finally said.

I'm not sure I want to marry you. The words hit me in the stomach, hard. I couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening. Please, this must be a dream, a nightmare. I did everything for this man, I loved him with all my heart. I degraded myself, soiled myself. I sold my soul for him. And now that he's fucked his sister, he doesn't want me.

"Why?" I asked, coldly. The anger was beginning to roil in my stomach.

"It's..." he swallowed. "You're just not...how to say it."

"Just say it, Mark," I spat.

"You're just not that attractive," he said. "I don't know what I saw in you, but you just don't stack up to Antsy."

"I'm not attractive?" I said, flabbergasted. Tears were brimming at my eyes. I ripped open the bodice of my dress, my perky tits spilled out. "These aren't attractive?" I demanded, hefting a breast. I didn't care that an entire restaurant full of people were looking at me, at my breasts. Let them look, I was proud of them. They were perfectly shaped, topped with dusky nipples, and covered with freckles.

"No," he said, barely glancing at my tits. "I'm sorry, Mary. I just...I just don't find you pretty."

A hysterical laugh escaped my lips. This just could not be happening. This must be a dream. "You found me pretty yesterday!" I shrieked. "When you fucked me in the shower."

The restaurant had gone silent. The Maitre D' was walking over. Mark shrugged. "Things change, Mary," Mark said. "You just don't hold a candle to my sister."

His words cut so badly, I could feel the tears running down my face. Anger was roiling inside me. I grabbed my wine glass and splashed it in his face and stormed out. Oh, god. What had gone wrong. Everything was going so well. And then Antsy arrived and messed it all up. How could he not find me pretty anymore. This couldn't be happening. Please let this just be a nightmare. Please!

"Shoot, I left my jacket in the restaurant," a man said at the valet. His beautiful wife was sitting in the passenger seat of a very expansive-looking red sports car. "I'll be right back."

"Hurry up, dear," she said. She had a doll's face and raven-black hair. Her black dress was covered in shiny sequins and was low cut to show off her nice pair of tits. I was walking to the car, reaching for the driver's door.

I slid into the driver seat and she looked at me in surprise and then smiled. What was I doing? "Am I beautiful?" I heard myself ask the woman, my voice quavering with emotion. I was beautiful, right? I didn't somehow go to bed pretty and wake up ugly?

"Oh," she looked me up and down. I was holding my ripped bodice closed and I let go, the cloth falling away to expose my breasts. She licked her lips. "Very beautiful," she purred.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked her, rubbing her thigh.

"Hmm," she purred. " I would. God help me, but I would."

I tore out of the parking lot. Behind us, I could hear her husband calling out. My hair whipped in the wind as I drove the convertible fast, racing away from the pain. The woman's name was Karmen, and she was gorgeous. And she found me desirable. I used my phone to find a sex shop and bought the largest strap-on dildo I could. "You going to fuck me with that?" Karmen giggled, her large breasts jiggled in her tight dress.

"I am, Karmen," I told her.

Her husband called her three times and each time she told him she was out having fun and would be home in a while. He didn't sound pleased. We drove to a cheap motel, the Rain City Motel, and she paid for a room.

I was still furious at Mark and wanting to prove that I didn't need him. When we entered the hotel room I tore the dress off Karmen, ripping open the bodice and tearing the sides. She took off her bra before I could rip that off of her while I was pulling down her panties. I pulled out the strap-on, adjusted the big, black cock and roughly shoved Karmen down on to her hand's and knees. I lined up at her glistening cunt.

"Fucking slut!" I shouted as I thrust the cock into her cunt. She was wet and ready and moaned as I thrust it in. "You goddamn fucking whore!"

I was pounding her hard, the dildo rubbing hard against my clit, almost painful. It matched the pain tearing up my heart. Tears were running down my face. Mark didn't want me. That fucking whore stole him from me. Antsy. What a terrible name. I grabbed Karmen's black hair, pulling hard as I fucked her.

"Oh fuck," Karmen moaned. "I haven't been fucked this hard in years!"

I smacked her ass. "You're a fucking whore, aren't you!"

"Yes, yes!" Karmen moaned. "I'm a filthy whore! At the Christmas Party last year, I let my husband's partner diddle my cunt in the board room! Hmm, I'm such a bad, naughty slut. He would've fucked me if my husband didn't come looking for me. Luckily, he was too drunk to realize what was going on."

"That's what I thought!" I gasped. "A filthy, man stealing whore!"

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Karmen moaned. "Oh god, this so amazing! I've never been this turned on before in my life."

Fucking Antsy! The dildo rubbed so deliciously on my clit as I fucked her hard. I wished it was Antsy. I wish I could just fuck her man-stealing, slutty cunt until she bled! I fucked Karmen harder. Her ass jiggled every time I slammed into her cunt. In and out, in and out of her pink cunt. Karmen's moans of pleasure spurred me on to fuck her harder and harder.

"Yes, oh fuck yes!" she screamed, spasming on her hands and knees. "Oh, fuck that was a great cum!"

"Did you cum on my cock, you filthy whore?" I asked, slapping her cheek.

"Yes!" she squealed. There was a red print on her ass, bright against her pale ass.

I slapped her ass again, loving the sound of flesh slapping flesh. The way an ass reddened as you spanked it. "You dirty, fucking slut! I'll teach you to steal my man!"

I pulled out of her cunt, spread her ass cheeks and aimed the dildo for her brown, puckered asshole. "Oh, fuck!" Karmen gasped as I shoved the dildo up her ass, lubed only by her pussy juices. "Oh, fuck that hurts!"

"Oh, you love it, cunt!" I barked, smacking her ass. "You're a fucking nasty, anal slut! I bet you love it up the ass!"

"Oh, fuck I do," Karmen gasped. "Last year, when we were on vacation in Mexico, I let the cabana boy bugger me while Scott was off fishing! I'm such a nasty whore!"

I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I didn't need Mark. I could fuck whores just as much as he could! Fucking Antsy! I gripped Karmen's ass and drilled into her bowels harder and harder. The pressure on my clit was mounting, more and more, growing larger and larger. I was so close to cumming. My fingernails bit into the soft flesh of her ass as I drew back and then slammed in for one last, hard fuck.

My orgasm rocketed through me. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm and stars swam before my eyes. I fell back, falling on my ass on the floor and quivered as the pleasure slowly faded from my body.

Tears were running hot down my face. I didn't want to fuck whores! I wanted to fuck Mark! I wanted his weight on top of me as he slowly slid his hard cock in and out of my wet pussy. His rough lips on mine, kissing me, loving me. How his curly chest hairs rubbed on my sensitive nipples. Oh, god! I wanted him so badly.

"Get out!" I shrieked at Karmen, throwing her torn dress at her. "Get the fuck out! Go back to your fucking husband!"

"But...I..." she stammered. "What do I tell him?"

"Tell him whatever you want, you fucking whore!" I screamed. "Just go!"

Tears in her eyes, Karmen struggled to cover her nakedness in her torn dress and fled the room, heels clutched in one hand, her bra and panties in the other. I curled up in a ball, hugging myself as the tears sobbed out of me. Oh, why did this happen? How? I stared at my engagement ring. The black diamond glinted in the light, a brilliant fire contained in its smokey depths. We were supposed to be together for ever. This ring was the symbol of that. I wanted to rip it off, smash it, shove it up Antsy's cunt and make her bleed! But I couldn't take it off, I loved Mark too much. God, I hurt inside. I just wanted to stop hurting, I just wanted Mark to love me again.

There was a minibar. I licked my lips and crawled to it, opening the little fridge and pulling out the first alcohol mini bottle in there, downing the liquid. It burned as it ran down my throat, feeling warm in my belly. I grabbed another, Absolut vodka, then I downed a Jack Daniels. I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted my Mark back. I grabbed a Jim Bean and chased it with a peppermint Schnapps.

The wine stung my eyes, and I wiped the liquid off with a cloth napkin. Blinking, I saw Mary storm off. Stop her, that voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what? I asked.

Fight!

I stood up. It was for the best that Mary dumped me. I had Antsy now, and Mary needed to move on with her life. Find someone that could stand her ugly body. Hell, there was Alice. Somehow that bitch loved Mary. Mary could find happiness with her. My cock was hard. I needed my sweet, baby sister. It had been hours since we'd last fucked. Far too long.

You need Mary, the voice whispered. Go after her.

I snorted, I didn't need Mary. I need Antsy.

I dropped a hundred on the table and walked out. Outside, a man was shouting after a red Ferrari as it tore off up the street. I saw Mary's ugly, auburn hair whipping in the wind and smiled. Looks like she found someone. Good for her.

"She's stolen my car," the man complained. "My wife's in there!"

He was fumbling at his phone. "Don't call the police," I told the man. "No one calls the police." It's the least I could do for Mary. We had good times, once.

15 ran up, one of the cops that was guarding us this evening. "Do we follow her, sir?" she asked.

"No, let her go," I said. "I'm heading home."

"Okay, sir," she said, saluting. What possessed me to recruit a bunch of ugly women to be my bodyguards. I may as well have hired a bunch of guys. At least they'd be intimidating.

The valet brought up my Mustang, I slipped him a hundred. What the hell, right. I used to work shitty jobs. They guy was very thankful. I got in my Mustang and tore off. I had to get home to my Antsy. My cock needed some relief. I was so happy when I pulled into my driveway. There was Antsy, waiting on the porch.

"Mark!" she excitedly yelled, racing towards me. "I missed you so much!"

She threw her arms around my neck. "Antsy, I need you," I whispered.

Her hand rubbed my hard cock. "Hmm, I know just what my big brother needs," she said, archly.

I pushed her down onto the grass, pushed up her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear, her cunt shaved. I could smell the tart and spicy flavor of her arousal. Her hands unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, stroking me a few times and then guiding me to her hungry hole. She felt so amazing as I slid in. No cunt ever felt half so good as Antsy's did.

"Hmm, Mark, you feel so good inside me! Your dick's the best! So big, so hard, I love it!" Antsy moaned. "Fuck me, big bro. Fuck your little sister!"

The sun was setting, bathing the lawn in brilliant orange, as I fucked my sweet Antsy. "You're the best!" I panted. "I love your cunt! Oh god, it's squeezing so velvety on my cock. I love fucking my baby sister!"

Her hips rose to meet mine as we fucked each other harder, faster. Both of us were desperate to cum. We had been to long apart. Never again. We needed to be with each other all the time. My cock needed to be in her sweet cunt, her tight ass. Her fingers clawed my back, fiery pain that spurred me to fuck her harder and harder. I sucked at her neck, leaving another hickey. Marking my baby sister as mine!

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck my naughty cunt, big bro! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! Shit! Shit!"

Her cunt spasmed on my cock and my balls tightened. I was fucking her as frantically as possible, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. I was so close, grunting as I fucked her tight, baby sister cunt. And then I was over the edge, pleasure exploding from my dick, shooting my cum in her sweet cunt. I captured her sweet lips in a a kiss as I spilled my passion inside her hungry pussy.

"I needed that," I whispered into her ear, as the pleasure faded.

"Hmm, I love you, big bro," Antsy said, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"I lo..." I love Mary. I got all tongue tied. Fight! Don't say it! Fight! "I lo...love your ass," I managed to say, relief surging through me. Why did I feel relieved. Why couldn't I tell my sister I loved her. Because you love Mary, the voice whispered.

"Hmm, I love it when you fuck my ass, too," Antsy giggled. "I could use a good ass reaming right now." Antsy rolled over, presenting me with that ass and my cock was more than happy to slid into her tight, velvety hole. Nothing mattered, I was inside my sister. Nothing else matters.

Except Mary, the voice whispered.

I lay on the floor, sobbing, surrounded by empty bottles, clutching my phone, hoping Mark would call. But he didn't care enough to even see if I was fine after I stormed out of the restaurant. He was probably fucking that whore of a sister.

I don't even remember looking up Alice's phone number. "Hello," she answered, sleepily. "What's up, Mary?"

"I need you," I sobbed. "Please, I'm at the..." shit where was I. I staggered to my feet, the room whirling about me, and found the placard next to the phone. "I'm at the Rain City Motel. Room 14, I think. Please come, I need you, Alice."

"Okay, Mary," Alice said. "I'm on the way. What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's Mark," I sobbed. "He...he doesn't want me anymore!"

The room was still spinning when Alice arrived and I had to hold onto her as we walked to the bed. She was so beautiful, I thought, and I reached out and stroked her thick, raven black hair. Then I leaned in and kissed her sloppily on her full lips. They were just so beautiful and begging to be kissed. I was suddenly so horny. Fuck, Mark. If he didn't want me, I could do better.

"Am I beautiful?" I asked Alice, then fell back onto the bed. I was naked so I spread my legs, showing her my wet, horny cunt.

"You are gorgeous," Alice purred.

"I don't need Mark," I muttered. "Not when you think I'm beautiful."

Alice had a happy smile on her face then she bent down to my pussy. I shivered as Alice licked my wet cunt. Her tongue felt so good, so relaxing. I breathed in deeply, enjoying the pleasure. My eyes were so heavy, I'll just close them and enjoy Alice's cunnilingus. The room didn't spin with my eyes closed and...

...I woke up, my head pounding in pain. My mouth tasted of old tire.

I sat up, looking around the room. I was in a cheap motel room. There was a black haired woman sleeping next to me. Alice, I realized. I called her after I fucked that woman. Karmen, I think her name was. After Mark...oh god, he dumped me. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

No, keep it together, Mary. He's just reacting to the death of his dad.

"I'm sorry, Mary. I just...I just don't find you pretty," his words echoed in my head. His dad dying doesn't excuse him for treating me like dirt.

Alice stirred, sitting up. "You're alive."

"Maybe," I muttered. I wished I was dead. Mark didn't love me anymore.

Alice put her arms around my shoulders. "You were so drunk when I got her last night. What happened? I gather Mark hurt you somehow."

I shook my head, I didn't want to talk about it.

"C'mon, let's get you in the shower," Alice said. "You got some vomit on you."

I flushed. I dimly remember Alice holding my hair back while I puked in the toilet. "Thank you," I muttered in embarrassment.

"Oh, no problem," Alice said. "I've done it for your sister loads of time."

In High School, Alice and my older sister Shannon had been good friends. Alice spent a lot of time around the house. She was the older sister that Shannon never was. Shannon was too busy trying to be mom that she didn't have time to be my older sister. Last week, when I went to see Alice about buying the property around our houses, it came out that Alice had a torch burning for me ever since she saw me naked when I was thirteen. And we ended up in a motel room, making love all afternoon. She'd become my best friend, with benefits.

The warm water felt wonderful on my skin and I held my head under the warm spray and, for a minute, I forgot all about the pain Mark caused me. Alice was in the shower with me, her naked body rubbing up against mine. An itch formed in my pussy and I turned to face her. Our breasts brushed each other, our nipples kissed.

I stared into her hazel eyes and saw love there and I leaned in and kissed her. I needed to feel loved right now and Alice seemed more than happy to give it to me. She wasn't Mark, but she was all I had. She pressed me against the shower wall, her tongue fencing with mine. Her hands gently stroked my sides and hips, reaching back to give my plump ass a squeeze.

Mark used to love my ass.

I pushed that thought away as Alice's lips captured my right nipple, sucking gently as her tongue played with the tip of the hard nub. Pleasure was tingling through my body and Mark and all my problems vanished beneath the gentle kisses and caresses of Alice. She kissed lower and lower. Her tongue flicking into my bellybutton bringing a giggle to my lips. She rubbed her face through the silky heart of fiery pubic hair above my cunt.

Her hands spread my thighs and my breathing quickened. I could feel her breath on my cunt and then delightful feeling as her tongue slid through my tight vulva, sinking momentarily into my wet hole and then grazing my aching clit. I gripped the shower bar and was lost to the pleasure of her lips as the warm water splashed down my body.

She slipped first one and then a second finger inside me. Probing the delicate walls of my pussy, stirring ever great pleasure out of my sex. Her tongue was caressing my clit, every touch sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. My body shuddered when I came on her mouth, my hands gripping the shower bar to keep from losing my balance.

And then I was on my knees, returning the favor. She tasted tangy and sweet, her smooth vulva felt like silk on my cheeks. Her clit was a hard pearl nestled in the beautiful folds of her pussy. I licked and sucked on her pussy, reveling in the taste of her. She was moaning, enjoying my tongue. She desired me. Alice's hips were moving in pleasure because of my touches. I slid my tongue into her pussy hole, shaking my face around, rubbing against her labia as I tongue fucked her.

I looked up at her, across her flat stomach, her heaving breasts, to her beautiful face, black hair caked wetly to her body, her eyes were closed as she enjoyed my tongue. Her lips were pursed and soft moans escaped her beautiful mouth. Her body started to shake as her orgasm rippled through her. Thick, tangy juices poured into my mouth, proof that someone found me desirable.

"Oh, god that was good," Alice panted as I rose up and then she kissed me.

Her tongue was in my mouth and I was pressed up against her. We made out, not even stopping as tears began running down my cheeks. Alice just kept right on kissing me until they stopped, comforting me with her full lips, the press of her body against mine. Only when the hot water gave out did we break our kiss.

"I saw a Denny's up the road," Alice said. "Let's gets some breakfast and talk about what happened, okay."

I nodded, dully. I found my dress, the blouse was ripped open and Alice had to go out and bring me a tie-dyed t-shirt that was too big for me. "It's all I could fine," she said. "Trust me, that was the nicest shirt that convenient store had."

We sat at a booth in the Denny's. I ordered french toast and a coffee and Alice ordered a meat skillet. Alice reached across the table and held my hand as I sipped my coffee, waiting for me to finally be ready to talk.

"Mark, he..." I started to say. I took a deep breath. "There's another woman."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Alice said, squeezing my hand.

"He, he became obsessed with her on Sunday," I told Alice. "I thought it was just his dad dieing. Like, he just needed to work something out of his system. But he...he's not interested in me anymore."

"What a pig," Alice muttered.

"We were out at dinner, last night and..." Tears threatened to overwhelm me again. "He said getting married may have been a bad idea. I thought he meant he wanted to delay it. I'm mean its a month away, and he has to deal with his dad dieing and all that crap that goes along with it. I was fine with it but..."

I'm sorry, Mary. I just...I just don't find you pretty. The words still felt like a punch in the stomach.

"He said he wasn't attracted to me anymore," I said. "He said I wasn't pretty."

"Wow," Alice said, stunned. "He was a pig, but how could he say that. Your gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Alice's words sent a momentarily happy flush through me, and then was crushed on the despair of Mark dumping me for his sister. For that fucking cunt, Antsy. "I don't get it, everything was fine until we met that...other woman."

"You knew what sort of a guy he was," Alice said, grabbing my hand. "He liked to fuck other women and he tricked you into thinking it was okay. Then, when he meet a new piece of ass that excited him he threw you out like garbage. I'm mean you were what, dating for a two weeks? He got bored of you, Mary. I'm sure he's already fucking around on this other woman and in a week she'll be the one crying her eyes out. He's a fucking pig. You're better off without him."

"It wasn't just me, he wasn't interested in any other woman," I said. "Just Antsy."

"Antsy?" Alice asked. "What kind of name is that?"

"It's a nickname," I said, absently. Mark didn't look at any of the beautiful women in the restaurant. He didn't want to fuck that secretary with me. It wasn't like him. He was a horny guy. And with his power, he could make anyone woman want to fuck him. Until Antsy.

I sipped my coffee, frowning. When I made my Pact with the Devil, one of my wishes was for Mark and myself to love each other for eternity. So how could Mark not love me. My other wish worked. Karmen was proof of that, so why wasn't my love wish working.

A realization hit me. Mark never said he didn't love me, just that he didn't find me attractive. Ever since he slept with Antsy. God, hope was blooming inside me again. Was I crazy? Did Mark fall under some sort of spell? Antsy was out of town, and who knows what she was up to. I needed to speak with Antsy, see if my powers worked on her.

"You need someone that loves you," Alice was saying, biting her lip. "That doesn't love anyone else." I was lost in my thoughts, not registering her words. "I-I love you, Mary."

"What I need is Mark," I told her. A hurt expression crossed her face, and I frowned, what had she said. Something about love. "Please, I may be crazy, but I have to try. Can you please give me a ride home? I love him, Alice."

"Fine," Alice said, a little waspishly, then sighed. "I think you're being an idiot, but I'll be there for you when he breaks your heart all over again and put you back together."

Was I just being a delusional idiot? Maybe. But I had to try.

I was on pins and needles the entire ride, my stomach seemed to be up in my throat. Hope and feared whirled inside me. Alice tried to talk to me, to distract me, but I was too preoccupied with keeping a lid on the turmoil inside me to do more than grunt a yes or no and Alice eventually stopped trying. Mark was under a spell, he just had to.

At the entrance, we were stopped by 16, I think. "Oh, mam, you're back," she said with a big smile. "Everyone was worried. When you tore off in that Ferrari last night, 15 and I didn't know what to do and Master came out right after you. He stopped that guy from calling the police on you."

"It's okay," I told her while Alice just started flabbergasted at the woman dressed like a slutty cop, standing next to a Lakewood Police Department patrol car. "Where is Mark."

"He's at the house," 16 said, "with...with Mistress."

That hurt. "Antsy?"

She nodded. "Yeah, Master said she was our new Mistress last night."

"Did he say I wasn't also your Mistress?"

Stupid question, she was treating me like her mistress. "No, mam. Everyone's concerned. Master, he's ignoring all the sluts."

"Thank you, 16," I said and I looked at Alice. "Just...just don't worry about the cop, okay."

"Fine," Alice said, frowning as she drove me down the street to our house at the end of the cul-de-sac.

"I'll call you and let you know what happens, okay," I promised Alice.

"Don't do this," Alice pleaded. "You are stronger than this. Don't go crawling back to a man that threw you out for another woman. Please, I can love you better than him."

I smiled at her. I needed Mark, not a woman, even if it was Alice. "Thank you for being such a great friend." And I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door.

"Mistress," Violet happily said when she saw me, throwing her arms around my neck.

Other sluts started appearing. Allison and Desiree, newly engaged, were holding hands and smiling. Lillian, our goth slut, and looking like a perverts wet dream in her sexy schoolgirl outfit, came up and kissed me on the lips. Korina, her arm in a sling, hugged me carefully. All of our sluts were here, save the three with jobs: Noel, our FBI informant, Jessica, our reporter, and Dr. Willow, our Gynecologist.

"What's going on, Mistress?" Thamina asked, timidly. "Master ignored us when he got home last night. He just took his sister upstairs. They've been in there all night fucking. And Master said Antsy is our Mistress, too."

I nodded. "Everyone stay down here, I'm going to have a word with Mark and Antsy."

The sluts waited nervously at the base of the stairs. Strawberry-blonde Fiona had her arm protectively around Korina. Violet clung to Lillian. Busty Xiu hugged herself while Karen paced back and forth. The sluts could sense something was wrong with Mark. It wasn't just my imagination or false hope. Something happened to him.

I could hear them fucking through the door. Mark's grunts and Antsy's moans. It was like yesterday all over again. But this time I was prepared. When I opened the door, they were fucking doggie style. Antsy had dried cum all over her body, more dripped out of her cunt every time Mark's cock fucked into her.

"Mary," Mark said in surprise. "I thought you dumped me."

Anger started to boil inside of me, I dumped him? But I swallowed my anger. Something wasn't right here, and I needed to find out what. I could see the faint outline of their auras. Mark's was red and Antsy's was black. Nothing strange there. I concentrated, and their auras sprang into full view, pulsing about them. Antsy's wasn't completely black, there were fringes of silver on the edges.

From my talks with Karen, the former nun, how long a Thrall stays a Thrall depends on the command. The sluts had their entire personalities rewritten by Mark when he made them his sex slaves. But for people like Antsy,who have had just a few commands, like "Let me fuck you," Slowly, their auras would fade back to silver.

I walked to the bed and and stroked Antsy arm. "Would you like to lick my cunt?" I asked, as sultry as I could muster. "That would make me ever so happy."

Antsy snorted. "I'm not dyke," she said, pulling her arm away. My wish didn't work on her. According to Lilith, the only person a Warlock couldn't afflict was one of their parents. For a man, it was their mothers. For me, and other female Warlocks, it was our fathers. There was definitely something wrong.

So, I touched them both and observed the strings and chains that radiated out from their souls. Mark's red thread wound loosely about Antsy's black chain, connecting the pair of them. A thin, golden chain bound their threads together. I hadn't seen gold before, what did that represent? From Mark, leading to my chest, was our red threads. Before they had been entwined so tightly together that they were practically one thread. But now there were small, golden wedges that forced our threads apart. Our threads still touched, but less than half of Mark's thread still touched mine. And it seemed to me the wedges were slowly growing, spreading out threads wider and wider apart.

It was magic. I smiled as relief surged through me. Mark wasn't himself. Now, I just had to find out how to undo it. I was positvely skipping as I headed for the door. "Thank god she's leaving," Antsy panted. "Fucking dyke!"

"M-mary!" I paused, looking back as Mark said my name. He looked up at me and there was a pained expression crossing his face. His lips struggled to say something. "I...I...Goddammit, I love..." he gave a strangled cry. "...you."

My heart soared, he was fighting it. "I love you to, Mark."

"I've never heard of anything like you described," Karen said after I explained it to her. We were all gathered around the dining room table. "Gold is the color of a nun's aura. But, we can't affect regular mortals. You said Antsy had a silver aura when you first saw her, Mistress?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't know, I'm so sorry I couldn't have been more help."

I kissed her on the lips. "It's okay, I know who I need. Sluts, clear the room."

"Yes, Mistress," they all said, almost in unison, and filed out.

I took a deep breath, steeled myself against desire and said, firmly, "Lilith, appear before me."

Lilith stepped out of the shadows and her lust ran through my body. Being in her presences was electric, my nerves tingled with pleasure, I could feel my nipples hardened against the ugly, tie-dyed shirt and juices began to trickle out of my pussy, running down my thigh in trails of fiery passion. Lilith was lust given female form. Her breasts were perfect and large, far to perky for tits that size. Her hair was a curtain of silver that fell about her body and contrasted with the deep, red dress she wore. The dress clung to her like a second skin, molding about the curves of her body, and was sheer enough that her hard nipples and silvery patch of pubic hair were easily visible though the dress.

"What can I do for you, Mistress," she purred. There was an evil glint in her eyes.

I explained what I saw, the golden wedges forcing our threads apart, the golden chain that bound Mark and Antsy together. A wicked smile played on Lilith's lips. The bitch was enjoying this, delighting in my pain.

"I know what has happened," Lilith said. "All that we needs do is negotiate the price."

"Use my last boon," I begged.

Lilith sighed. "I cannot break the spell. It has...protections. But there is a way for you to break the spell."

"What?" I asked desperately. "I'll do anything. Use my boon to tell me."

Lilith put her finger to my lips. "You will need to use your boon, but on something more powerful than simple information."

"Well, it's a spell, we already made a deal for you to teach us magics," I told her.

"Ah, I said spells a Warlock could use," Lilith said with a smirk. "This is Angelic Magic. A nun performed this spell."

"Fine, what do you want?" I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously at Lilith.

"I want you, until noon, to experience the pleasures of having a cock of your own," Lilith purred. "I saw how hungrily you stared at mine the night I took that nun. I know you've fantasized about having your very own cock." A flush crept up my face. I had wondered about that, what it would be like to take a woman, shove my dick inside her, feel her embrace. "You wouldn't have to use those pitiful substitutes. Those strap-ons."

"That's it?" I asked. It seemed too easy.

"Well, when your time is up," Lilith purred, reaching out to caress my face, "we'll see what you want to use your boon for. Maybe you'll want to keep that dick. Why be Mark's favorite whore when you could have whores of your own to fuck. And, of course, you can control when you have the cock. Be a woman when you want to, or be more than a woman. Mark will be happy with Antsy, the nun's spell will see to that. And you can be happy with your cock."

I shuddered at the thought of having my own cock. No, be strong Mary. "I love Mark, so it's not going to work. I will not waste my boon so selfishly."

"Then why do you hesitate," Lilith whispered. She was so close now, I could smell the scent of her arousal: spicy, sweet, tart, tangy, fresh. She smelled of every pussy I ever tasted, mixed together, more beyond that. "If your will is so strong, then what do you have to lose for a few hours of pleasure."

"Fine, we have a deal," I gasped, my body shivering as an orgasm rolled through me and I clutched the back of the chair for support.

I could feel something growing, hardening, pressing against my skirt. I looked down to see a tent form at my crotch, pushing out the fabric of the skirt. A small shudder when through my body as the head of my cock was rubbing pleasantly at the fabric of the skirt. I lifted it up and there it was, hard, throbbing, extending out from my clit. It was my clit, transformed into a fleshy cock. I stroked it, smiling a the pleasure that rolled through my body, it was so much more intense, more focused. It was like all my pleasure nerves were concentrated in one little spot; the head of my cock. I slid lower and found that the cock extended from my clitoris, and my pussy was beneath, wet and hungry.

This was so amazing.

"I'll leave you to your fun," Lilith purred. "I'll be back in two and a half hours. And don't worry about getting soft. I gave you stamina to rival Mark's."

And she was gone. God, my cock was so hard. So insistent that it needed to cum. No wonder guys were such horny bastards, always sniffing after us gals. They had this...this pull in their cocks that was so hard to ignore. I needed to fuck something, someone. The sluts were home.

The ten sluts that were home gathered in the living room: Desiree and Allison, Lillian and Violet, Fiona and Korina, Xiu and Karen, Chasity and Thamina. Who to fuck? Busty Xiu could give me an amazing titty fuck. There was Lillian and I remembered with a smile how Mark had stood behind her, his cock up her cunt, as she worked the register at hot topic. I remembered how shy Thamina had given Mark a sponge bath at the hospital and used her pussy to wash his cock.

I considered Karen. I enjoyed raping her ass with a strap-on when she was being punished. God, how would it feel to rape her ass with my cock? Allison had that tattoo that read "Cum on in," and that seemed like a great idea. And then her fiancee, Desiree, could eat my cum out of her cunt. I saw Violet, sweet Violet. Mark had taken her virginity in an elevator.

"My cock's the only one that's been up her cunt, I want it to stay that way," Mark had said in the aftermath of Karen's attack.

Oh god, my cock ached to know her cunt. Even knowing Mark wasn't responsible for those words he said to me last night, I still felt the pain. Part of me was still angry at him, wanting to get some payback. And fucking his precious, near virginal Violet seemed like a good place to start.

"You have a cock, Mistress?" Chasity gasped. "Is...is everything alright?"

"It's the price I have to pay to get back Master," I told them.

Allison, bold as always, walked up, dropped down to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. Her tongue felt amazing on my cock's head, the hard metal of her tongue stud contrasting with the soft flesh of her tongue made me shuttered. Her mouth started sucking and I groaned in pleasure and spilled my seed in her mouth. I was the excited virgin, I realized, shooting off prematurely the first time someone touches my cock.

"Thank you, Mistress," Allison purred, licking my white cum off her lips. "Thank you for the gift of your cum."

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting my salty flavor. It was similar to Marks, not quite as salty and a little more sweet. I pushed Allison to the side and pulled my shirt over my head and then slid out of the ruin of my dress. As I walked over to Violet, her eyes fixed lustily on my cock as it bounced and swayed.

I grabbed one of her brown pig-tails, pulling her up to her feat. She was naked, her nipples hard on her budding breasts, her bare slit weeping juices. She looked younger than her sixteen years without her pubic hair. Her body was slim, and lithe, only starting to fill out.

"I'm going to fuck you, Violet," I purred, toying with her pig-tail.

"But, I'm only allowed to have Master's cock in me," Violet protested.

"Master only meant that you couldn't fuck other men," I retorted. "I'm a woman, see." I lifted my cock, exposing my flushed cunt. "Besides, Mark would want you to please me, wouldn't he."

"I...I guess, Mistress," Violet flushed.

Violet laid down on the couch, her tiny breasts heaving with desire. She spread her legs as I crawled between her thighs, exposing that tight slit glistening with moisture. I crawled atop her, kissing her on the lips. Our breast rubbed together as my cock found the tight entrance to her cunt and I slid in.

"Oh my god!" I moaned. This was so amazing, so different. Violet's cunt was a tight, warm, velvety glove squeezing so pleasurably on my cock.

I started fucking her, slowly at first, enjoying her pleasant sighs, the way the walls of her cunt sent shudders of pleasure though my body. Violets hands gripped my ass, pulling me into her as her hips started to rise up to meet my thrusts. I rose up on my arms, supporting my weight and really started to fuck her hard. My breasts bounced about and Violet bent her head and captured my right nipple, sucking it into her wet mouth.

Her tongue and mouth added new sensations to my cock plunging in and out of her cunt. My pussy ached too, hungry for touch. "Finger my cunt!" I moaned. Violet's hand on my ass slid lower, down between my legs and two slim fingers slid into my cunt, fucking me as I fucked her. The pleasure was wickedly delicious.

I was getting close to cumming, to filling this sluts cunt with my cum. No longer was her cunt Mark's private reserve. I had violated her, taken her last shred of innocence away from her. She was mine, now, as much as she was Mark's. Our groins slapped together, the pressure in my ovaries was growing, tightening. I started fucking her more and more frantically, desperate for that explosive release.

"Your cunt feels so amazing," I moaned. "You fucking whore! Gonna cum!"

I groaned as my cum spat out of my cock into her hungry cunt. My pussy spasmed on Violet's fingers and starts swam before my darkening vision. Violet was bucking beneath me, her cunt clenching deliciously on my cock, drawing out the last of my cum, as her own orgasm rippled through her body.

Violet was panting, her face damp with sweat and a satisfied smile on her lips. "Oh, thank you, Mistress. That was so wonderful." My cum leaked out of her tight slit, milky white and mixing with her juices.

God, that was so amazing, I thought as I breathed heavily. Would I be strong enough to give up this cock? Did I love Mark enough to give up such amazing pleasure? I looked at the sluts. Allison was sixty-nining with Desiree. Xiu was tonguing Karen's ass, like she knew I wanted to fuck it. Chasity was tribbing with Thamina while Lillian sat on her face. Korina sat on a recliner as Fiona gently ate her cunt out, Korina cooing in pleasure and wincing in pain as every shudder jarred her wounded arm.

I wasn't sure if I'd be strong enough, if I loved Mark enough to give up this cock. It wasn't noon, yet. Until then, I had more sluts to fuck and my cock was hard and ready for its next hole to plunge into.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 23: The Last Boon

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Will Mary choose to use her final boon to save Mark, or will the Lilith's temptation be too strong for her to resist?

Chapter Twenty-three: The Last Boon

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Violet lay panting on the couch, my cum trickling out of her cunt. I was enjoying the cock Lilith gave me as part our bargain. For the next two hours, I would have the cock. I knew why Lilith wanted me to have the cock as her price. It had nothing to do with her wanting to give me a pleasant experience. No, she was hoping I would become addicted to the pleasure, to be unable to give it up. Lilith had bitter resentment to all us humans, and seemed to delight in causing us misery. Once before, she tried to tempt me to use my boon to Mark's detriment.

And part of me wanted to keep the cock, I was disturbed to learn. Particularly as our goth slut, Lillian, knelt down and started licking my cum out of Violet's tight cunt. My cock was hardening again. Lilith also gave me incredible stamina and watching Lillian, dressed as a perverts wet dream in a slutty, schoolgirl outfit, eat out innocent-looking Violet's creampie was getting me hard and ready to go again.

Around the room, the sluts were fucking each other. They were all present, save Willow, Jessica and Noel, who had day jobs. The other ten were enjoying themselves. God, I could fuck all these girls if I kept my cock. No, what about Mark. Part of me ached for him. Part of me was mad at him for the hurtful things he said. But that was just the spell, I had to keep telling myself. Right now, Mark was up upstairs fucking his younger sister, Antsy. Whatever spell afflicted them seemed to make Mark and Antsy desire each other, and only each other. Mark no longer found me attractive. Or any of our sluts, or even any other women. Just his sister Antsy.

At noon, if I was strong enough, Lilith would tell me about the spell. In the mean time, my cock was hard and I had this insistent drive to stick my cock up whatever hole was willing. God, no wonder guys were such horny bastards with this thing between their legs tugging at their thoughts, just aching to be stuck in something, anything to get some relief.

Xiu was tonging Karen's ass. I had enjoyed raping Karen's ass when we were punishing her. Karen was a nun, once, and had tried to take our powers away. Thanks to Lilith, we broke her powers and made her our sex slave. Her ass was smooth, and firm, and I just wanted to thrust my cock up it.

"Move," I ordered Xiu. The busty, Asian slut saw my cock and smiled happily, spreading Karen's ass open for me, exposing her tight, brown asshole. "She's ready for you, Mistress."

"Oh yes, please use my dirty ass, Mistress" Karen moaned, wiggling her hips.

I rubbed my cock on her puckered hole, pushing slowly, savoring the wicked feeling on my cock shoving into Karen's tight ass. The ring gave way and I was sliding inside her. Karen moaned like a wanton bitch as I filled her up. She was so warm and tight, I groaned, low and throaty, as the head of my cock rubbed against the silky walls of her ass, sinking deeper and deeper inside her until the soft cheeks of her ass pressed against my groin.

"Oh, Mistress, your cock feels so delicious up my ass," she moaned as I started fucking her.

I groaned, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the amazing feelings running through my cock as her ass gripped it tightly. "Wow, this is so amazing," I moaned. No wonder Mark liked fucking my ass. Not that I hated it, in fact I loved it, but man it felt amazing when you had the cock. "I love your ass, slut!"

"I'm so glad," Karen panted. Her hips were starting to fuck back into my cock. "I'm so happy that my ass makes you feel so much pleasured, Mistress. Hmm, use me! Use my dirty ass to satiate your lusts, Mistress."

Xiu was masturbating next to us, her large breasts heaving. Her nipples were pierced and pink butterflies dangled from her nubs. I reached out and grabbed her piercing, pulling her to me. Xiu's mouth contorted in pleasure and pain. She was a masochist, enjoying pain with her sex. I pulled her up until her big tits brushed my arm and I captured her lips with a kiss, tasting the sour flavor of Karen's ass.

"Finger me," I hissed into Xiu's ears, then nipped at her lobe.

She smiled eagerly, and stuck two fingers into her mouth, sucking her digits coquettishly. Then she slid her hand across my ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze before sliding down between my legs. She started caressing my pussy as I reamed Karen's ass. Then she was sliding her fingers up inside me. Xiu held her hand still, so when I pulled out Karen's ass, Xiu's fingers slid deeper into my cunt. When I thrust into Karen, Xiu's fingers slid out until only the tips remained. Back and forth. In and out of Karen's ass, Xiu's fingers in and out of my cunt.

I felt my passion build. Xiu's fingers, Karen's ass. My skin was alive with sensation. Xiu's large tits rubbing against my arm, her hard nipples, the cold metal of her piercings, her warm breath on my ear. Xiu started moving her finger inside me and brushed my G-Spot. Pleasure quaked through me and I moaned. Xiu caressed my G-Spot, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves with a gentle touch and exquisite pleasure burned through me.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as my orgasms rolled through me. My cunt squeezed on Xiu's fingers and my ovaries tightened. I kept fucking her sweet ass as the pleasure kept radiating out from my womb. My strokes got more frantic, my cock was so close to cumming as well, and then I grunted as my semen burst from my ovaries and creamed Karen's ass. "Jesus Christ, that was amazing!" I gasped. Cumming as a man and as a woman at the same time was so exquisitely nice. My breasts heaving, I pulled out of Karen's ass and sat down on one of the recliners.

Xiu started cleaning my dirty cock, just like a good slut. Allison and Desiree were tribbing. Desiree was on top, rubbing her cunt on Allison's while they kissed passionately. Violet was writhing as she came on Lillian's face. Korina was cuddling with Fiona on the other recliner. Fiona's face was sticky with Korina's juices. Dusky Thamina lay on her stomach while blonde Chasity massaged her back.

"Give me a titty fuck," I ordered Xiu.

My cock popped out of her mouth and her pillowy tits surrounded my shaft, silky flesh pressed against my throbbing member. She pressed her tits together with her hands and started to rub her melons on my cock. Up and down, her spit lubing the titty fuck. Her piercings swayed with her movement and I reached down and pulled on one the butterflies, watching her breast stretch as she titty fucked me.

"Oh, yes, pull my slutty nipple," Xiu moaned. "Hmm, that hurts, Mistress. Harder, please!" I pulled harder on the piercing and Xiu gasped, her eyes fluttering from the mix of pain and pleasure.

I slipped my foot between Xiu's thighs and found her wet pussy. I rubbed my foot though her slit, feeling her moisture coat my toes. Xiu moaned and rubbed her tits up and down on my cock harder, faster. I slipped my big toe up her cunt, feeling her silky walls sucking hungrily at my toe. It was so nasty, rubbing my dirty foot into her cunt as I pulled on her nipple piercing.

"Oh, Mistress, that feel so amazing!" Xiu husked, her dark, almond eyes shining with desire, her tongue running pink over her red lips.

"Hmm, here it cums, slut," I moaned. "Get ready for my cum."

"Yes, cum on my tits!" Xiu purred. "Please, Mistress. Shower me with your cum! Please, Mistress."

My ovaries tightened, I yanked hard on her nipple as that powerful feeling of pleasure rushed out of my cock, spraying her breasts and face with my white, sticky cum. Xiu shuddered, moaning in pain as her tit stretched as I pulled on her nipple. Her body was trembling as she came, her naughty cunt flooding my foot. The nasty slut enjoyed being hurt and debased. She looked so sexy, dripping in cum and I bent down and tasted it. I enjoyed Mark's cum, and mine wasn't as salty and was sweet. I loved cum, and mine tasted great.

The only problem, it just wasn't Mark's cum.

I watched Mary from the shadows. The whore was enjoying my gift, licking her cum off the busty Asian's tits. This was so delicious. I wanted to track down the nun who cast the Avvah spell on Mark's sister and thank her for providing me with this opportunity. Mary was beckoning to the slut dressed like a schoolgirl. Lillian was her name. The whore was enjoying my gift.

Mary pulled the slut onto her lap and she happily sank down onto Mary's cock. Her short, plaid skirt swayed about her ass, exposing the pale flesh as she fucked Mary. Another slut, big-titted Desiree, crawled across the floor and crawled between Mary's legs and began licking at Mary's cunt as Lillian rode her cock. Mary was throwing her head back, moaning in pleasure.

"Having fun, Lilith?"

Light flooded the Shadows as Lucifer appeared. I ground my teeth. He always was showing up, butting in when I was having my fun. "I am, Lucifer. I hope I'm not disturbing any plans of yours. I'd so hate to do that." I hoped he heard the sarcasm dripping from my words.

"As I told you, Lilith. All outcomes serve me." Anger seethed inside me. He was standing next to me and his light hurt eyes. Lucifer enjoyed burning bright. He was the Morning Star and shone as brightly as his pride. "Do you think she'll choose pleasure over love?"

I shrugged. "All outcomes serve me," I said. See how he likes the answer. I hoped he found it as frustrating as I found his bold assertions that every outcome served him. While it would be amusing for Mary to chose pleasure over love, I didn't need her to. Chantelle and Lana were feeling out the local Wiccan covens, searching for women to worship me while my children grew in their bellies.

I could feel Lucifer smirking next to me. "Well, Lilith, enjoy playing your games, while you can."

"Oh, I will, Lucifer." Once my vessel growing in Karen's womb is born, I'll be free of the Abyss. Free to roam the Mortal Realm, free to experience all the pleasures denied Lucifer in the Abyss. Free to destroy Mark for daring to place his hands upon me, to stick his disgusting cock inside me. Mark had been foolish to let me fuck his slave, thinking it was of no consequence. He was a man, though, and understood the lengths another man would go through to stick his cock in a wet hole. As if I was a weak-willed as any pathetic man, I thought with a sneer. And what did he get out of it, some spells he could have learned if just tracked down the right book.

Lucifer was behind me, pressing up against me, his disgusting cock rubbing against my ass. "Such lewd, disgusting acts these mortals perform," Lucifer whispered into my ear, his tone turning bitter, "to think the Creator expected me to bow to such...filth as humans."

I groaned as Lucifer slid his burning cock inside me, pain and pleasure warring in my cunt as he took his pleasure in me. Lucifer was as bad as any man, using woman as mere vessels to satiate his lusts, not caring one iota about my pleasure. I was merely a convenient hole to stick his dick in. I focused on Karen, on the vessel growing quickly inside her, ignoring the cock inside me.

I just needed to figure out how to get Karen away from Mark, now.

Noon approached as I flooded Thamina's cunt with my cum. About the living room, the other sluts were cuddling with each other, my cum leaking out of pussies and asses, splattered on tits and faces. I was enjoying the cock, a little too much, and I was torn. I loved Mark, but the intense, focused orgasm of a man was becoming addictive. My cock was still hard and I wanted nothing more than to stick it into another woman's hole.

After I had came in Lillian's cunt, I had lied down on the floor and let Desiree straddle my cock and Lillian straddle my face. I ate my cum, sweet and salty, out of Lillian tart cunt. I loved eating Mark's cum out another woman's cunt, it was so wickedly delicious. It was hot and nasty eating my cum out of Lillian's cunt, listening to her moan atop me, while Desiree rose up and down on my cock. But it wasn't as satisfying as eating a creampie Mark made.

Then I bent Fiona over the chair and started fucking the red-head's cunt hard. Doll-faced Korina, her arm still in a sling from getting shot, knelt between our legs, licking at my cunt, licking at my cock were it penetrated Fiona's pussy. Her tongue felt wickedly soft as she lapped about my cunt. When I unloaded inside Fiona, I felt a pressure in my bladder to pee. And in my cock. That was interesting.

"Korina, do I still have a urethra in my pussy?"

"No, Mistress," she answered in shock. "It's gone."

I smiled. "Clamp your mouth to Fiona's cunt and get ready?"

I relaxed my bladder, and enjoyed the sensation of piss shooting out of my cock. It was almost like cumming, that same feeling of release, and was slightly pleasurable. I sighed happily, as my urine splashed into Fiona's tight cunt, running past my cock and leaking out of Fiona's cunt into Korina's waiting lips.

"Oh, Mistress, what are you doing?" Fiona moaned. "It feels like you're douching me!"

"I'm pissing in your dirty cunt," I sighed. The stream was dieing down, only a few more squirts left.

"Oh, wow, Mistress," Fiona moaned. "That's so nasty! Thank you for using me as your toilet."

"Thank you, Mistress, for letting me drink your piss," Korina cooed. "It was mixed with your tasty cum and Fiona's delicious juices." Her tongue was licking at our crotches, lapping up the piss staining us.

I pulled out of Fiona and more urine mixed with cum and cunt juices poured out into Korina's eager mouth. Yellow piss ran down her chin, her throat and down her breasts and belly. Korina latched her mouth to Fiona's urethra and Fiona relaxed her bladder and started pissing into Korina's mouth as well.

"Oh yes, drink my piss, Korina," Fiona moaned. "I love it when you do."

"You piss in her mouth often?" I asked, stroking my cock.

"Hmm, yes Mistress," Fiona moaned. "Ever since that Sunday in the hotel room when you made me piss on Korina, we've been drinking each other's piss."

I had started fucking Allison's cunt as I had watched Fiona kneel down before Korina. Korina's doll face contorted in pleasure as her stream of urine splashed into Fiona's mouth, running in yellow rivulets down her mouth and body. And then they licked the piss off each other's bodies, tenderly cleaning each other up. After Allison, I enjoyed Desiree's ass while Desiree ate my creampie I left in Allison. Then I had Chasity and Karen's suck on my cock together, delighting in two tongues, two mouths, pleasuring my cock. I shoot my cum all over their tits and pounded Violet's ass as I watched Karen and Chasity lick my cum off each other. Then finished off in Thamina's cunt.

The clock on the cable box read noon, and my cock suddenly softened and then began to shrink, reducing until it was just the hard little clitoris it started out as. Lilith was waiting, so I walked into the kitchen, the sluts following, and sat down at the dining room table. And waited, impatiently. I had made my decision. The cock was amazing, but I needed my randy stallion inside me. I needed to drink his cum, from his cock or a woman's cunt. I needed to be held by him and stare into his blue eyes and hear him whisper, "I love you, Mare."

Suddenly, lust washed over me, my nipples hardened, my pussy moistened. The sluts all moaned as Lilith's presences washed over them. Violet knelt behind Thamina and began licking my cum out of her cunt. Allison was going down on Desiree while Chasity started rimming Allison's ass. Karen and Lillian slipped into sixty-nine while Korina knelt carefully before Fiona and ate out the red-head's cunt. I stood up, looking about for the demoness.

"So, what have you chosen," Lilith purred, pressing up behind me. I grit my teeth as pleasure washed over me. Lilith was sex made manifest,and her merest touch could make someone cum, unless you've felt it before and were ready to fight it. And having her lush body pressing into your back was almost unbearably pleasurable. Her nipples were hard, tits pillowy, and her pubic hair silk on my ass.

As the lust surged through me, memories of the pleasure I felt with the cock filled my mind, how Allison's cunt felt when I came insider her, the way Fiona gasped as I pissed in her cunt. Watching Chasity and Karen licking my cum off each other's tits. My resolve wavered for a moment, and then I remembered what I really craved. Mark's cock. Mark's cum. Mark inside me, filling me up, his rough lips on mine as he kissed me. His boyish grin and piercing blue eyes. The sweaty musk of his body. Lilith's body pressing against me, her nipples hard on my back, was sending electricity through my body, tingling my nipples, my pussy, my achingly hard clit. I pictured Mark's cock plunging into me, over and over, and shuddered as I orgasmed.

"Mark," I answered, gasping as my body shuddered in passion, my juices running sticky down my thighs. "I choose Mark, Lilith."

"Your loss," Lilith murmured in disappointment and backed away from me. "A nun got to his sister and used the Prayer of Avvah on her, making her a trap," Lilith explained. "Mark and Antsy will forever find each other attractive, and no others. You saw Mark and yours threads, right."

I nodded. Normally, our souls were connected by two red threads, entwined tightly together, so tight they almost seemed one thread. This morning, I saw golden wedges, forcing our threads apart. We were still connected, but slowly those wedges were growing, separating us more and more. Mark and Antsy were connected by a red thread and a black chain bound together by a golden chain.

"Once your threads are forced apart, Mark will be lost to you forever," Lilith said. "There is a spell, very dangerous to perform, that can break the prayer. It is called Chabab. It will only work if you truly love each other. If not, both of you will die. So, are you sure you don't want the cock and life, or gamble on the fickle feelings of a man and death."

"I'll gamble on Mark," I told her, without hesitation. Mark loved me. He freed me from his control. And I loved him.

"Very well," Lilith said, skeptically. "You will need to bring him to orgasm inside you. When he spills his seed, you must say, 'Chabab,' and, if you two truly love each other, the Bond of Chabab will bind you together so tightly that no power in Heaven or Hell will ever be able to come between you."

"That's it?" I asked, frowning. That was easy. Too easy.

"Ahh, but how do you get Mark to fuck you?" Lilith pointed out. "He no longer finds you attractive and nothing I can do can change that."

"Then...I'll overpower him," I said. "And force him."

"By yourself?" Lilith smirked.

She was right. Mark was bigger than me. I might get lucky, but one of us, probably me, would get hurt. "The sluts will help me."

Lilith laughed derisively. "Did you forget his powers. He'll just dominate any person you recruit to help you. Unless..."

Unless what? I frowned, then a cold feeling sank into my stomach. "Unless, I use my last boon to get Mark's power. The power to make anyone do what I want." I didn't want that power, that responsibility. Mark enjoys playing god with peoples lives, and I was afraid of it. Afraid what I'd do with it. I had struggled with the guilt of what Mark did to these woman, the guilt at how much I enjoyed their degradation. "And then, I have to use the Zimmah spell to make my Thralls immune from Mark's power." God, I would have to fuck my father.

A naughty tingle went through my cunt.

"How do I make Mark...desire me? Is there a spell?"

"Yes," Lilith answered. "But, you humans made something vastly superior. I believe it's called Viagra."

That would be easy to get. I could have Willow, our doctor slut, get me a prescription. "Fine."

Lilith smiled nastily, her violet eyes delighted in my pain. "And you better hurry, who knows how long before Mark is beyond your reach." I wanted to claw out her violet eyes.

I drew in a deep breath, clenching my hands. Once I used my last boon, Lilith would be out of our lives for good, banished back to Hell. "Lilith for my final boon I want every human, save for Mark, to do whatever I tell them to do."

"Done," Lilith murmured. "Our Pact is finished. My time on the Mortal Realm is complete. But, before I go, I have another agreement to fulfill with you and Mark. There are many other spells for you to learn, other magic a Warlock can possess. Seek the 'Magicks of the Witch of Endor.' The ancient tome will complete your education."

And then she was gone.

I took a deep breath, trying to think. I would need thralls, four or five to overpower Mark safely. Who should I choose to be my Thralls. I grabbed my phone, flipping through my address book. There was one number, listed as Pee Slut. Right, the girl from the restroom of the Clam Diver, the club I went dancing at last week with Diane. She had a sexy mouth and took to being a pee slut so easily.

"Hello?" a woman's voice asked after I dialed Pee Slut.

"Hi," I was suddenly nervous. Mark always was so confident when he made people do what he wants. You need to have that same confidence, Mary, just believe it will work. "I met you in the bathroom at the Clam Diver last Wednesday. I made you drink my pee."

"Oh, yes," she sounded embarrassed. "I-I remember."

"Good, what's your name?"

"Avialle Willard, but everyone calls me Via."

"Via, you're my sex slave," I told her. "You'll do whatever nasty thing I tell you to do."

"Ohh, okay," she said. "Uhh, I don't know your name."

"Sluts like you call me Mistress."

"Okay, Mistress," she said.

"I need you to go immediately to 1011 Violet Meadows, in Parkland," I told her, giving her my father's address. "And wait for me to arrive."

"I will, Mistress," she said excitedly. "I'll leave work right away."

"Good." I hung up. Then I dialed the next number.

"Hi, Mary," Sandy purred when she answered the phone. She was Mark's mother, and someone his powers didn't work on.

"Hey Sandy, I need you to invite your son over for dinner tonight," I ordered. My powers would work just fine on her, however. "Tell Mark that you really need to see him, okay. Say whatever you have to. Just get him to come over."

"I will Mary," Sandy said. She paused. "Samantha intimated some things to me yesterday. Is...is everything all right?"

"Remember how I told you we had enemies?" Sandy answered yes. "Well, one of them placed a spell on Antsy and Mark. That's why I need your help."

And I begin to explain my plan to her.

My stomach rumbled. I had been making love with Antsy all morning and I needed a break. Antsy was up, walking about the room. My cum covered her body, dripping out of all her holes. She was like an addiction, I just couldn't get enough of fucking her. She was all I needed. No other woman compared to her.

Fight, the voice whispered. It was getting fainter and fainter. Don't forget her. Fight!

Fight what? Who shouldn't I forget?

"I'm going to clear out Mary's clothing," Antsy said. "You don't need another woman's clothes in our bedroom."

"No, of course not, Antsy," I said, admiring the curves of her body. "Want some lunch. We'll get Desiree to whip up something."

"Sure," Antsy said, pulling clothing out of the closet until she had a pile in her arms.

I followed her downstairs. I found all the sluts in the living room looking all freshly fucked. They were all naked, their ugly bodies on display. Someone's cum was leaking out of their holes, though I saw no guy around. Well, I didn't care to fuck any of their ugly bodies ever again, so any man was welcome to them. I felt bad, every other guy in the world had to settle for some ugly, homely woman. Only I got to fuck Antsy, the only beautiful woman in the world.

Mary was with them, naked as well, hanging up her cell phone.

Fight!

"Mark," she said, cautiously. "I..."

"Here's your clothes," Antsy interrupted, dropping the pile of clothes at Mary's feat. Then she pointed at a few of the sluts. "Go get the rest of her clothes out of my bedroom. Now!" The sluts scurried to obey. Last night I told them Antsy was their Mistress.

Hurt flickered across Mary's face. "Of course," she sadly said, and fished through the clothes and started to get dressed.

"Desiree, Antsy and I need some lunch," I ordered Desiree. "And puts some clothes on, no one wants to see such ugly women running around naked."

"Yes, Master," Desiree said, jumping to obey.

Fiona came downstairs with my cellphone. "Master, your mother is on the phone."

"Hey mom," I said, after taking my phone from the slut.

"Mark, I really want you to come over for dinner, we need to talk," my mom said. "I...I need some company. It's been really hard, since your dad died."

"Yeah, okay," I replied and looked over at Antsy. "Mom wants us over for dinner, tonight. She sounds lonely."

Antsy shrugged. "I guess we should." I could see it in her eyes, she'd rather be fucking me. I'd rather be fucking her, too, but mom needed us.

"Okay, mom, we'll be there around five. Love you, mom."

Mary was dressed, some unflattering skirt, show far too much of her ugly legs, and a loose blouse, and was walking to the door. "Mark, I love you. Just fight, okay, hun."

Fight! "I...I...lo..." the words were so hard to say. "love y-you!"

Mary smiled, tears glinting at her eyes, then she was gone. I heard her car start and she drove off. Why did I hurt so much inside. Then I saw Antsy, naked and beautiful and my cock got hard. She was smiling so enticingly at me.

"We have a few minutes to kill," I told her.

"How shall we past the time?" she asked, walking towards me. Then she knelt down and sucked my cock into her mouth.

What could be better that this?

Mary, barely a whisper now. Fight.

Antsy swirled her tongue about my cock's head, bringing a soft moan to my lips. How could Mary better than my baby sister. Anty's hand was stroking my shaft as she played with my tip. She looked so beautiful on her knees before me, her hazel eyes shining with pleasure. The pleasure was increasing and I closed my eyes in joy. I grabbed the sides of her head and began forcing my cock deeper inside her.

Antsy didn't fight as my cock brushed her throat, just relaxed and let me deepthroat her. Her hands wrapped around my waist, gripping my ass as I began to fuck her mouth. Her hands pulled me deeper into her mouth. Fuck it felt good as my cock head forced itself down her throat over and over again.

"Love your mouth, Antsy!" I moaned. "Fuck, it feel so amazing."

I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, so close. I pulled back my cock until just the tip remained in her mouth and held her head tightly. My cum flooded her mouth in three large blasts, white cream leaking out the sides her mouth as she struggled to swallow my huge load. Finally she released my cock, smiling happily.

"Thanks big bro," she cooed. "You fed my mouth, but my other lips are hungry, too. Down here." Her hands reached down and ran through her sticky slit, coming away with a mix of our cums. "My poor little pussy needs to be fed, too."

I smiled and let her push me back onto the couch as Antsy straddled my hips. My cock was hard and ready, eager to be back inside my baby sister's cunt. Antsy moaned so deliciously as she sank down on my cock. The best cunt in the world. I captured her cum stained lips in a kiss and enjoyed my sister's tight snatch as she rode my cock.

"Oh, God, your cock feels so good inside me, big bro," Antsy moaned. "I love you, I love you so very much!"

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but a tiny part of me fought the words. You love Mary, that part of me faintly whispered. That was ridiculous. How could I love Mary when my baby sister was made for me, my perfect woman. And I was made for her.

I parked my car in front of my father's house. On the way, I picked up three more sex slaves. Joy, the woman who waxed me at the Heavenly Creatures Salon. And April and Felicity, the two virgins Mark and I deflowered last week. And there was Via, the pee slut, waiting for me in nurses scrubs, teal bottoms and a white, flowery top. What did she do for a living? Well, that didn't matter right now.

Dad should be home from work soon. I still had a key and opened the door to the small, three bedroom rambler that I grew up in and let the sluts in. I had them all undress and enjoyed the sight of my four naked sex slaves. Joy, with her dusky Vietnamese complexion, small breasts and friendly smile. I remembered that pleasant morning of making love to her in the Heavenly Creatures Salon. I discovered tribbing with Joy, as she lay atop me. Via was the opposite of Joy. White skinned, huge tits and several piercing. There was a heart charm dangling from her bellybutton and her clitoral hood was pierced with a golden ring. A black strip of hair above her pussy was all the bush she had. Via's face was framed by black, streaked with red, and her pretty lips were smiling and I remember how eager they were to drink my piss.

April and Felicity were not nearly as nervous as they were last week. April stood proudly naked, her budding breasts topped with hard nipples. She looked so sexy with those glasses perched on her face framed by her bushy, brunette hair. Felicity had bigger tits, her black hair braided and thrown over her shoulder to nestle between her tits and a saucy smile on her face.

I hid in Missy's old room, leaving the door cracked. I heard a car pull into the driveway and footsteps. Through Missy's lacy curtains I could see the silhouette of my dad as he walked towards the front door. Key rattled metallically in the lock and then the door was opening.

"What the heck!" my dad exclaimed. Years of teaching had condition swearing out of his vocabulary he always said.

"Hello, Mr. Sullivan," purred Via. "Mark sent us to entertain you."

"Did he," my dad said. Was that an excited hint to his voice? My dad must have really enjoyed Fiona last Friday and seemed eager for another tumble with a woman.

"Yes, we so want to fuck you," April cooed.

I heard some wet smacking. He's kissing one of them. Then a giggle. "Umm, you feel so big," husked Felicity.

"So big and strong," Joy said, in her heavy Vietnamese accent. "I bet you fuck long time."

"Let's get these pesky clothes off," giggled Felicity.

"Hmm, so I get to play with all of you," my dad asked, excited. Clothes were rustling, the sluts were stripping my dad naked.

"All of use," Via said and there was more kissing sounds.

My dad moaned. "Umm, suck my penis."

"Wow, Joy, how do you take that much into your mouth?" April asked in amazement. I could see it in my mind, Joy kneeling before my dad as she deepthroated his cock.

"It's called deepthroating," Felicity said.

"Oh," April answered.

"To the bedroom," Via said.

The group was all giggles and kisses as the trooped down the hallway. My dad's bed creaked and my dad was moaning again. "You must relax your throat," Joy was explaining. "And then you can take him, April."

"Okay," April said, and I could hear wet, sucking noises. That nerdy teenager was trying to deepthroat my dad. She must look so cute and sexy, with those tiny glasses perched on her delicate face, her mouth bulging with cock as she struggled to slide my dad's shaft down her throat. I reached underneath my short skirt and began to stroke my moistening pussy.

"Have you ever been blindfolded?" Via asked, remembering the plan. "It makes sex so much more exciting."

"No," Sean answered, hoarsely.

"Good, we can make a game of it," Via purred. "Who's sucking at your cock now?"

"Um, the girl with glasses," dad answered.

"Wrong," April giggled.

"The girl with a braid?"

There was a wet, popping sound. "Yep," Felicity answered.

My dad blindfolded, I walked quietly into the bedroom. I didn't want my dad to know he fucked me. He was too nice of a guy and would feel guilty about fucking his daughter. Unlike Mark's mother, I couldn't change his outlook at all. There was one person all Warlocks couldn't affect. For me, and other women Warlocks, it was our fathers. For Mark and male Warlocks, it was their mothers. Blindfolded, my dad would never know the pussy fucking his cock was his precious daughter's tight cunt.

When I entered the room, my dad was naked on his back. One of his ties was about his eyes. Via was sucking at his cock, bobbing her head up and down. April was kissing my dad while Felicity had guided his hand between her legs and he fingered her tight slit. Joy knelt down and started licking at his balls. I walked silently up and tapped Joy on the shoulder and the girl slipped off the bed and I took her place.

Via released his cock and moved out of the way as I straddled my dad's waist. I was dripping wet as I placed my dad's cock at the entrance of my cunt. I grit my teeth, stifling my moan as I slid down onto his cock and slowly started to fuck him. This was so wicked, fucking my dad while he thought I was someone else.

"Who's fucking you?" Joy asked.

"Umm, she's tight," my dad moaned. "Glasses girl?"

"Nope," April said and then kissed him.

"How about the girl with a braid?"

"Nope, you're fingering my cunny," Felicity giggled.

"How about the Asian girl?"

"Oh yes," Joy moaned, standing at the foot of the bed. "Your cock feels so good inside me!"

"You feel so good on my penis," my dad moaned and I smiled. "Such a dirty girl!"

I started fucking faster and faster as Joy moaned a string of dirty, nasty things. "You're stirring my cunt up! Your cock so big! So hard! You fuck me so well! Ohhh, such a nice cock!"

The pleasure was rolling through my body as I rose up and down on my father's cock. This was so wrong, so wickedly wrong. I clapped my hand over my mouth and let out a muffled moan. Behind me, Joy was moaning wantonly. I bet it's not the first time she's had to fake an orgasm, she was so good at it. If I didn't know she was acting, I'd swear she was getting the fucking of her life. Via had a naughty smile on her face and she caught my nipple into her mouth, sucking on my sensitive nub gently

"Oh, Mr. Sullivan," April moaned, straddling his face. "I need my poor little pussy licked. Would you mind, sir?"

"No," my father groaned, swiping his tongue through the nerdy girl's cunt.

"Oh yes, pet my little kitty," April moaned. "Your tongue feel so good, Mr. Sullivan."

I leaned over and captured the little minx's lips with a kiss. Her tongue was quick and agile as she kissed me back. I ran a hand across her body, feeling her budding breasts. My dad's cock was hitting different parts of my cunt as I leaned over, and felt even more amazing. I rotated my hips, moving faster and faster.

Felicity shuddered on my father's fingers. "Oh, yes, yes!" she gasped. "Ohh, thank you Mr. Sullivan. That was a great cum."

I could see my dad's lips were sucking hard on April's clit and the nerd was sliding her cunt all over my dad's face. I broke the kiss with April, throwing my head back. April bent down and captured my other breast and I had two sluts sucking at my tits. My fucking was growing faster and faster, my orgasm was coming closer and closer. Pleasure tingled from my nipples as two wet tongues swirled about my hard nubs.

"Oh gosh, gonna come," my dad moaned, muffled by April's cunt. "Keep going, so close. So close."

"Yes, cum in me!" Joy moaned. "Flood my nasty cunt with your delicious cum! Fill me up!"

My own orgasm was nearing. This was so exciting. My dad's cock was nice and big, and filled me up so deliciously. I went faster and faster, grinding my clit against his pubic bone on the down stroke, delighting as his cock rubbed back and forth against my pussy walls.

"Oh man! Here it comes!"

Warm semen flooded my cunt. The same sperm that once flood my mother's cunt and made me was now spilling into my womb. Oh, it was so wicked, so nasty. My cunt constricted on his cock as I came. Behind me, Joy drowned out my muffled screams with her fake orgasm.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Your cum so good inside me! Fill me up! Hmm, yes! Love when a man cums in me!"

"Umm, yes!" moaned April. The little, nerdy slut was cumming, too. "My little kitty's cumming! Oh, fuck yeah!"

I got off my dad as Felicity sucked his cock into her mouth, cleaning off my juices and the last of his cum. I retreated to the living room. One by one, the sluts slipped out and bent down between my thighs. First was April, kneeling down before my naked cunt and taking a single, glorious lick up my slit. "Zimmah," I muttered. Energy seemed to run out of the bedroom, from my father, into me and April and there was a moment where I could feel her.

"Oh, Mistress," April gasped, a smile on her beautiful, innocent face. "I'm get to be yours forever." There was a current of awe and wonder to her words and I bent down and kissed her. "Yes, you're mine, little slut."

"That was a great dinner, mom," I said, pushing back the plate of pork chops and applesauce.

"Oh, thank you, Mark," my mom answered.

"Yeah, it was delicious," Antsy said, flashing me a smile on her perfect face. She was a younger, and far prettier, version of mom and my cock was half-hard as my thoughts drifted to fantasy of bending her over the table and fucking her right now. But my powers didn't work on mom, so I couldn't risk my mom finding out about us. Mary may have convinced my mom that incest with her son was okay, but would she feel the same about me fucking her baby girl? Who knew how she'd react.

My mom was up, clearing away the table. "How are you doing, mom?"

She sighed. "Sometimes I feel fine, then it hits me that your dad's dead. That..." she swallowed. "That it's my fault. And then I weep and weep until I feel wrung out."

The doorbell rang. "Oh, Antsy, could you answer that. I need to speak to your brother in private, anyways."

"Sure," Antsy said, heading for the door.

"Follow me, Mark," mom said and lead me to her bedroom. The carpet in the hallway had been ripped up. It's where my dad died. I guess it was ruined.

"What is it, mom?" I asked. "I'm not interested in sleeping with you. That was just for the spell."

"No, its not that," my mom started to say when I heard footsteps heading down the hall. Several of them.

The door banged open and Mary walked in, flanked by four women. I recognized three of them. There was Joy from the wax salon, and April and Felicity, the two virgins Mary and I deflowered. The fourth woman I didn't recognize, she had black hair with red streaks. All five women held a pair of handcuffs in their hands. Fear suddenly spiked my stomach. Black outlines surrounded the four women, they were Thralls. But to whom?

"Mom, watch out," I shouted, looking back. My mom looked calm and I really looked at her and noticed a faint, blank outline about her. Crap, I had been avoiding looking at her ugly face that I didn't notice that someone made her a Thrall.

"Mark," Mary said, stepping forward, the other women spreading around me. There was love on her ugly, freckled face. "Please, just cooperate. You need to fight the spell and let me help you."

Fight, the voice whispered, so very faint. So faint, in fact, I almost thought I'd imagined the voice.

"I'm sorry, Mary, I just don't lo..." a cough strangled my voice. I wanted to say that I didn't love her, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. Because, you still love her, the voice faintly whispered, just fight a little longer. "I'm sorry I don't find you attractive anymore, but this isn't the way."

Mary sighed. "I'm sorry, too. Get him, ladies."

I stuck my hand into my pocket, pulling out the Nextel as six women, my mom included, jumped at me, small hands grasping my arms, my chest, anywhere they could get a purchase. I pushed April off me and she fell back onto her ass. Felicity was scrabbling at my Nextel, trying to take it from my hand. My bodyguards were outside. They had guns. Mary brought this upon herself.

I pushed the talk button, the Nextel chirped as it connected to the network. "Master to anyone!" I shouted into the Nextel. "Help!"

Felicity pried the Nextel out of my hand and threw it to the floor. That didn't matter. My bodyguards would have heard my call for help. They would be storming into the house any second, guns drawn, ready to help me.

"Mark, I took the Nextel away from your bodyguards," Mary said calmly, "and sent them up the street. Back at home, I told everyone to turn of their Nextel. No one's coming, so just stop fighting! I don't want to hurt you. Please, Mark."

My stomach sank. "Then stop attack me!" I protested, trying to fight against the six woman.

I struggled and we fell back onto my mom's bed, the springs creaking in protest at our weight. Mary had my left arm and snapped a handcuff on my wrist. Fuck, this was just like the nuns attack all over again. Why was Mary doing this? Was she mad because I chose Antsy over her. I couldn't help how I felt.

"I'm sorry, Mary!" I shouted. "But I lo...like Antsy, now!"

She was getting closer to handcuffing me to the brass bed frame. No! Fear surged through me. I threw off Joy and my mom from my right hand, balling my fist and swung with all my strength at Mary's face. And...I couldn't hurt her. Something inside me, some last vestige of feelings for Mary, stopped my hand inches from her face. My hesitation cost me as Mary ratcheted the handcuff onto the brass bed frame, trapping my left arm.

My mom and Joy were on my right arm again, and Mary was helping April and the other girl as they struggled with my leg. I kicked and shoved, causing the strange girl to stumble back. Mary sat on my leg, pinning it beneath her weight. I wanted to kick her off, but that same vestige of feelings within me stopped me again. Mary snapped the handcuff about my ankle and the then to the brass bed frame, trapping my left leg.

And then, it was over. Six women pulling on my right arm and then on my right leg and I was spread eagle, helpless before them. What was Mary going to do to me? Fear hammered at my heart. Mary was stripping off her clothes, her ugly breasts with those disgusting freckles came into view. And that ass, far too plump. Not the tight, firm ass of Antsy.

"Where's Antsy?" I gasped, remembering she went to answer the door. "What have you done with her?"

"She's fine," Mary answered with a soft smile. "I wouldn't hurt your sister. It's not her fault what's happened to the both of you."

What was she talking about. She was on the bed, now, unzipping my pants. What was she going to do to me? Was she going to cut off my cock. I struggled, harder, the handcuffs biting into my wrists. I felt as helpless as the time Karen had me. Was she working with a nun? No, all the women had black auras and Mary had her red aura.

"Shh, hun," Mary cooed, trying to sound sexy. It wasn't working. She fished out my soft cock, stroking it in her rough hand, sucking it into her disgusting mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, trying to get me hard. But how could she, only Antsy got me excited. Her attempt at a blowjob was terrible. Finally, she gave up, releasing my cock.

"Give him the Viagra," Mary ordered with a sigh.

Joy was holding a bottle, fishing out a blue pill. I clamped my mouth shut but Joy just pinch my nose. No, I wouldn't cooperate, I would fight. My lungs started to burn as I vainly tried to hold my breath. I had to breathe. My heart was pounding, darkness was fuzzing the edge of my vision. Have to breathe. My mouth opened, I sucked in a lungful of sweet air, and a blue pill dropped into my mouth.

"Swallow," Joy said, clamping a hand over my mouth and pinching my nose. I had no choice, I swallowed the pill and Joy released me mouth.

"Okay, clear out sluts," Mary ordered.

"What's going on, Mary?" I asked as she pressed her disgusting body against mine, her rough hand stroking my cock.

"You're under a spell, Mark," Mary answered. "A nun got to Antsy. Made her a trap for you."

That was impossible. No, it's not, the voice whispered, barely audible, more like an echo of a voice, or maybe a memory. Just fight a little longer, the memory whispered.

"But it's okay," Mary continued. "I'm going to free you, Mark."

I felt my cock stirring in her hand, blood beginning to engorge my cock as the Viagra took effect. Her hand was starting to feel good, stroking roughly on my shaft, and I shifted my hips about as pleasure began to radiated from my engorging dick. Mary smiled, stroking my cock faster. My cock had grown to its full length and I shifted as the pleasure begin tingling through me. Mary rubbed the pre-cum leaking from my cock, rubbing it about my sensitive head.

"I think you're ready Mark," she cooed and straddled my waist.

"No, please, Mary," I begged. "I don't want your nasty pussy on my cock! I only want Antsy's cunt on me."

Her pussy sank down, slowly, engulfing my cock in velvety warmth. "You have to remember how much you love me, Mark," she moaned, as she slowly begin to ride me. "Remember how I trembled before you, the first time you saw me naked, in the Starbucks. How nervous I was?"

I could see Mary, standing naked next to Cynthia and Vivian. The moment I saw her naked, she was my favorite of the three. Her lovely auburn hair, gathered in a pony tail, her breasts covered by a dusting of freckles. Vivian had huge tits and Cynthia had a wicked smile, but neither had held a candle to the beauty and innocents of Mary. She smiled so beautifully the first time I squeezed her plump ass.

I shook my head. No, that couldn't be right, only Antsy was beautiful. Right?

"After you fucked both Cynthia and Vivian, you said I was your favorite," Mary moaned, her breasts bouncing before my eyes. "You said I was yours forever as we kissed on the floor of the Starbucks. You whispered, 'I love you,' the first time you came inside my pussy."

I remembered being on top of her, fucking her on the Starbucks floor. No, making love to her. Her pussy felt amazing, like silk, as I moved inside her. Mary's body was warm and soft beneath mine. We had stared into each other's eyes, her eyes were a deep green, so beautiful. We stared into each other's souls and I saw love inside of her. That's when I knew she was mine. Forever.

Forever...

No, no, no! Not Mary, Antsy's the one I want forever. Remember her hazel eyes, Mark. Antsy loves me. She's the one I need. I gritted my teeth, struggling not to cum, closing my eyes.

The memories were flooding my mind, whispering, just let go and cum, Mark! Let Mary save you! No! I struggled against those words, those memories. I was being torn apart between Mary and Antsy. My soul was ripping, tugged in too directions. If I came, Mary would win. I'd lose Antsy and I'd be stuck with this ugly hag.

She wasn't always ugly, the voice whispered. Remember.

Images flooded my mind. Mary biting her lower lip, cute as a button. Mary sleeping on her side, a curl of auburn hair contrasting with her fair cheek, a slight smile on her face. Mary's face contorting in pleasure as I made her cum. Her emerald eyes sparkling with lust and joy. Mary's face, drool leaking down her lips, as she slept on my lap. Mary turning around, her hands covering her pussy, and the revealing her freshly waxed lips, the fiery heart of pubic hair above her tight, bare slit. Mary, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, painting on our balcony. Mary standing in the shower, her auburn hair dark and wet and plastered to her gorgeous body. Mary smiling, Mary crying, Mary laughing so sweetly. Cuddling with Mary on the couch, watching that terrible Grey's Anatomy show. Mary holding my hand with comfort and love.

I opened my eyes. I could almost see the beautiful Mary from my memories superimposed on the hag riding my cock. It was getting harder and harder to fight against the pleasure of her cunt. It was like Karen all over again, soon I would cum, there was a limit to what I could endure. Eventually, my body would betray me and I would lose my Antsy.

"Remember the Space Needle as the sun set behind the Olympic Mountains," Mary begged. "Remember how you felt, what you said to me, as you proposed." She held her left hand up, showing the black diamond ring. I could remember when I saw that ring, how beautiful and perfect it seemed sitting in the display case. "Remember, Mark, please!" She was crying as she pleaded with me. "I love you, Mark, please remember."

I had knelt before Mary. She had this stunned and excited look on her face. I almost dropped the box as I pulled it out of my pocket, I was so nervous. And I said, "Mary, I stole your heart and you stole mine, and while we may not have known each other long, it has been long enough for me to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" And she said yes, over and over, excited and crying all at the same time.

"When you...kissed...me," I struggled to say, "after I...proposed. Time seemed...to stop."

"Oh, Mark," she whispered, and bent down and her lips were warm on my lips, full of love. Time seemed to stop and there was only Mary and I, connected body and soul. I felt something inside my soul, hard chains binding me to Antsy and I struggled against them, straining to break the steel. They were keeping me from my Mary, my beautiful, naughty filly.

My love.

My cum shot into her pussy and Mary broke the kiss. "Chabab!" she shouted, as her orgasm rolled through her, her cunt constricting on my cock. I could feel the chains on my soul shatter and energy flowed between Mary and I. It was so intense. Our souls merged together, briefly. For a single, perfect moment, we were one. I felt how much she loved me; the deep, strong river of love that carried her through the pain of the last few days. And Mary felt how much I loved her, how hard I struggled against the spell, trying to break free, to hold on long enough for my sweet Mary to save me.

"I love you, Mare," I whispered as she panted on top of me. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh," Mary said, kissing my lips. "It wasn't you. It was a nun."

Mary got off me and I admired her beautiful, plump ass as she walked over to her clothes. When she bent down, her tight pussy, messy with my milky cum, flashed between her legs and I felt my cock hardening.

"You're so beautiful, Mare," I told her.

Her smile was so beautiful when she stood up, her perky breasts jiggling as she walked back to the bed. She kissed me on the lips and then began unlocking my handcuffs. She kissed my chaffed wrists and ankles as she released each limb. Freed, I grabbed Mary and pushed her onto her back, kissing her lips, forcing my tongue inside her mouth as I climb atop her. My sweet Mary was once again beneath me, wet and willing.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, guiding my cock to her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck me, I need you so badly!"

I slid inside my sweet Mary, my naughty filly. A nun had attacked us, but that could wait for later. All that mattered was that I had my Mary back and together we could overcome anything. I kissed her again, her lips salty with tears. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. I broke the kiss, nuzzling at the slope of her neck, sucking hard. Leaving a hickey, marking my Mary as mine for all the world to see.

"Yes, fuck me!" she moaned. "My mighty stallion! Fuck your naughty, little filly! Ride me hard, stud!"

"I love you, Mare," I whispered into her ear. "My sexy, naughty filly!"

I pounded her harder, our groins slapping together with urgency. I could feel her hard, little clit rubbing into my pelvis, bringing gasps of pleasure to her lips. I stared into her deep, green eyes, into her soul, delighting in the love I saw there. Her cunt was amazing on my cock, the best cunt in the world.

"I only need you, Mare," I whispered. "I could be happy only with you."

"I love you Mark," she gasped. "You're my world! I just need you, your cock, your delicious cum! Please, flood my naught pussy! Please!"

"Yes," I moaned. "Here it comes, my delicious filly. My wanton lover!"

Our groins came together once, twice, thrice, and I was flooding her cunt. Her pussy spasmed on my cock, milking all my cum out as she screamed her passion wordlessly. I kept thrusting until all my cum had filled her up, had emptied from my balls. And then I rested on top of her, inside her. Her lips were soft as she kissed gently at my lips.

"It's time to go home," I told her.

"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."

I was tired as I got off the plane. I was back home in Washington State. It had been nearly thirteen years since I'd left. I wondered how Sean was doing. And my daughters, they must be all grown up and beautiful. I wanted to go and see them, ached to see them, but that would only bring more pain. That part of my life was over, taken away from me by Kurt.

It's why I had to stop Mark from destroying anymore lives.

A sudden pain clenched my stomach. I saw a bathroom and stumbled inside it, entering the stall. What was happening. It wasn't pain, I realized, more like the memory of pain, of the nerve stabbing agony I experienced when I had appendicitis as a kid. What was going on. Oh, God! Please take this feeling away, I prayed as I fell to my knees before the toilet. And then it was gone.

My body shuddered as a hand reached through my dress and the Ecstasy came upon me.

"The Bond of Avvah has been broken," Ramiel the Angel whispered into my ear. "Our opening gambit has failed."

"What do we do now?" I asked. My pussy moistened beneath Ramiel's touch, my nipples hardened in my bra.

"A messier plan," Ramiel answered sadly, his hard cock sliding into my pussy and an orgasm shuddered through my body. "A far messier plan."

"Hey, Carlos," McKenzie, my bubbly producer said as she walked up to my desk in the KING 5 newsroom. "How's that story about Mark Glassner coming."

"It's weird," I answered. "Something hinky is definitely going on. Agent Peterson, the FBI agent that led the raid on Mark's house last Thursday morning is being sweated by OPR. They think he's dirty, that Mark bought him off." He had been working on a story on Mark Glassner when that FBI raid messed everything up. He could hardly run a story about this Mark when the FBI was saying it was all a case of mistaken identity. But, if Peterson was dirty, his story had life again.

"Really," McKenzie's eyes lit up, sensing a juicy story. "Is this sourced?"

"I got a friend inside the Justice Department," Carlos says. "The evidence against Mr. Glassner is pretty substantial and yet Agent Peterson let him go and does that interview with Jessica from channel 7 where he just embarrasses himself, claiming Mark is innocent and the entire raid was just a big fuck-up."

My phone chirped. I had gotten an email from someone named Brandon Fitzsimmons. I frowned, why was that name familiar. Right, Mark was living at his house, shacked up with the guys wife. "Holy shit," I muttered when I opened the email and saw the photos attached.

"I am I seeing what I think I am?" McKenzie asked greedily as she looked over my shoulder.

"Yeah," I nodded. This was going to be an explosive story.

"This is leading the eleven o'clock news," McKenzie ordered. "Get this ready, Carlos. Oooh, we're going to scoop everyone else!"

I clicked send, my e-mail off to Carlos Guiterrez of KING 5 news. I had attached some of the juicy photographs Doug, my PI, had taken of my house and that bastard, Mark. I was about to close Outlook when a new email arrived from Doug. I had hired him to surveil Mark and everyday he emailed me the surveillance logs. Doug was a great PI, he helped me out when I divorced my first wife. I stashed him in a rental house that had a good view of my backyard and he was watching the houses with telephoto cameras, laser mics, and all sorts of other high tech gadgets.

"Brandon, this is some wild stuff I got," the email read. There was a video attached.

I downloaded the video and was looking at my dining room. Mary was sitting at the dining room table, other naked women were lounging about. Suddenly, a silver haired woman in a transparent dress appeared out of thin air. The audio on the video wasn't great. Luckily, Doug had provided me with a transcript. It was a fascinating read. Mary was negotiating a deal with a demon to rescue Mark from some problem. One line from the transcript caught my eye.

bLilith/b "Done. Our Pact is finished. My time on the Mortal Realm is complete. But, before I go, I have another agreement to fulfill with you and Mark. There are many other spells for you to learn, other magic a Warlock can possess. Seek the 'Magicks of the Witch of Endor.' The ancient tome will complete your education."

"Other spells," I read aloud. "complete your education." This tome might just be what I need to give me a chance against Mark. I'd need it.

I opened up Google and started my search.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 24: Homecoming

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Freed from the Bond of Avvah, Mark returns home with Mary.

Chapter Twenty-four: Homecoming

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"It's time to go home," I told Mary.

"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."

We were lying in my mom's bed, cuddling after we made love. For the last two days, I had been under some spell. A nun had turned my baby sister into a trap that would spring when I slept with her. There was a spell, the Ritual of Mowdah, that would let me recognize a nun by seeing people's auras. I needed to fuck my sister to perform the spell, and, somehow, the nun must have known, had tracked my baby sister down on her vacation to Miami.

I looked at Mary, a faint, red outline about her body, her aura. Hers was red, like mine, signifying she was a Warlock, someone who made a Pact with the Devil. I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. We were touching, and strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that were in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary's sluts waited.

And a single, gold thread pointed north.

"Mary," I said in alarm. "You have a golden thread touching your aura."

"Do I," Mary frowned. "My sisters had the same, golden thread."

"Summon Lilith, I think we need to talk to her."

"I can't," Mary said, then took a deep breath. "I used my last boon today. To save you."

And then she explained how Lilith tempted her by giving Mary a cock, how Mary fucked all our sluts, enjoying the pleasure of having a dick. She was tempted to keep the dick, but her love for me overcame her lust. She used her boon to get the same power I have, the power to control others with her words. That's how she got her four sex slaves that helped subdue me: Joy, Via, April, and Felicity. She confessed that she slept with her father, Sean, and bound her slaves with the Zimmah ritual, making her slaves immune to another person's control. I had all our sluts bound with the same ritual.

"What do you think it means?" Mark asked.

"I must know someone who is a nun," Mary shrugged. "Or someone under the control of a nun, I guess. Damn, we really should have had Lilith explain all this." Then her eyes widened. "She mentions a book. The spells of the witch of Endor or something like that."

"Endor?" I asked, trying not to laugh, a smirk creepign across my face. "Like Star Wars? Do we need some Ewoks to help us?"

"Maybe I heard wrong?" Mary wondered, then glared at me and wiped the smirk off my face. "Anyway, she said it would complete our magic education."

Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulder, her breasts were perky and freckled, and her ass was pleasantly plump. She bent down and I caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, my cum leaking out of her shaved lips, down her legs. She stood back up, her phone in hand and came back to the bed.

"Here it is," Mary said after searching on her phone. "It's called the 'Magicks of the Witch of Endor'. Let's see, Wikipedia says, 'its thought to be a thirteenth century pseudepigrapha attributed to the Witch of Endor from the First Book of Samuel chapter 28 verses 3 thru 25.' That's the Old Testament, hmm."

"What's a pseudepigrapha?" I asked.

"Um," she tapped the screen of her phone, "Let's see, Wikipedia reads, 'Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is represented by a separate author; or a work, whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.' I guess that makes it a forgery?"

"The Witch of Endor, sometimes called the Medium of Endor, was a medium who apparently summoned the prophet Samuel's spirit, at the demand of King Saul of the Kingdom of Israel in the First Book of Samuel, chapter 28:3–25," the Wikipedia page read.

This was seeming more and more promising, I thought as I scanned the Wikipedia article. All the money I was paying Doug, my P.I., to watch Mark was really paying off. If I could only get my hands on this book, I might have a real, fighting chance to beat Mark and get my wife, Desiree, back from his clutches.

"Only three known copies of the book exist," the article read. "The Institute for Ancient Studies at New York University have one copy. A second copy is in the private collection of the August Alfred Bernard, Altgrave of Salm-Reifferscheid-Dyck, who resides in Cologne, Germany. The final copy lies in the Motherhouse of the Order of Mary Magdalene, in Rennes-le-Château, France."

"...Rennes-le-Château, France." Mary finished reading from the Wikipedia article.

"Well, this is starting to seem more and more likely," I said. "The Order of Mary Magdalene, that's what Karen said her nun order was called, right?" Marry nodded. "And if they have this book..." I smiled, we wouldn't have to consult any unreliable demon like Lilith. Thank god she was gone from our lives, I could always sense hatred and contempt from her. She had already tried to hurt me once, using her succubus powers on me to drain my energy. Luckily, my wish for unlimited sexual stamina protected me.

"So, which one do you want?" Mary asked.

"Want to go to New York?"

Mary's grin answered that question.

"NYU, Ancient Studies," a bored young woman answered. "How may I help you."

"Yes, I was hoping to take a look at the Magicks of the Witch of Endor," I said.

"What's your name, sir."

"Brandon Fitzsimmons," I answered.

"What's your field of study."

"Uhhh," I floundered, not sure what to say. "Ehh, just an amateur."

"I'm sorry, sir, only someone in an accredited graduate program or who has a Ph.D. in a related field can see our manuscripts. They are far to valuable and fragile to let just anyone look at them."

"Do you have a transcript available then?"

"Uhh, let me see." I could hear typing on a keyboard. "No, not on that book, yet, I'm afraid," the young woman replied. "Our grant ran out before we finished transcribing all of our manuscripts. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No," I said, sighing, hanging up the phone. I guess I needed to go Europe. I'd try the nun's first. That was the same order Sister Louise belonged to. Surely they would help me fight Mark and rescue Sister Louise. In his P.I.'s surveillance photos, he could see Sister Louise amongst the harem Mark had gathered in his house going by the name Karen, according to Doug's transcripts.

"We should leave after my dad's funeral," I said. A tightness gripped my chest. My emotions were all mixed up with my dad. I hated him for how abusive he was to me and mom. But part me, the little boy inside, missed his dad. I didn't blame my mom for shooting him, hell I might have done the same thing myself.

"When is the funeral?" Mary asked, wrapping her arms around me, supportive and gentle.

"Friday at noon," I told her. "At the Dwyer Funeral Home. They're cremating him."

"So, I guess we'll need plane tickets," Mary muttered. "I'll get on Travelocity and get us some plane tickets."

I laughed. "Why don't we get our own plane."

"Ohh, with sexy stewardess?" Mary smiled, those cute dimples appearing on her face and I just had to kiss her. "Mark, I think we need to protect our families," she said, her face growing serious. "I can control your mother, you can control my father..."

"Yeah," I sighed, catching Mary's drift. "We'll also need more bodyguards."

"I guess we'll have to hold more tryouts," Mary archly said. "C'mon, let's get dressed. Your mom may want her bedroom back."

"For what?" I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes, she always did it when she thought my question was stupid. "For her and Betty."

"Oh, right." Betty was my mom's lover. That had been a shock. My straitlaced, Christian mother had been having cheating on my father for years, and with a woman, no less.

"I'm going to play matchmaker," Mary happily said. "Your mom and Betty looked so cute together."

"And what did you do with my sister?" I asked, suddenly remembering Antsy. It was weird, an hour ago she seemed like the most important person in the world, and now she was back to being my annoying little sister. Last I saw Antsy, she had been off to answer the door. That's when my mom had lured me into the bedroom so Mary and her slaves could overpower me and break the spell.

"Oh, she's up the street with the bodyguards," Mary answered as she pulled her skirt up her waist. "I'll give them a call."

Dressed, Mary and I found my mom talking with Mary's new sex slaves. I knew three of the slaves. Joy was a Vietnamese stylist that gave Mary her wax. April and Felicity were high school students that Mary and I deflowered last week. The fourth had black hair with red streaks and was dressed as a nurse with blue scrub pants and a white, flowery scrub top. Apparently, her name was Via.

"Sluts," Mary said in a firm, commanding tone. "This is Mark. He's your Master. You'll obey him as happily as you obey me."

All four voiced their agreement, smiling happily.

"Where do you keep finding these women?" my mom asked. "They are absolutely delightful."

"Would you like one?" Mary boldly asked.

My mom flushed. "After I spent the night at your house, with Jessica, it's all I could think about."

"Well, choose one," Mary said, "and she's yours."

"I..." my mom swallowed. "I couldn't. It wouldn't be right."

"Sure it would," Mary cooed. "They'll happily be your slave."

My mom looked them over and then motioned to Joy. "Can I have this one?" my mom asked. "I know its so wrong but...it's so exciting, too."

"Joy, this is Sandy, from now on she's your primary Mistress."

"I am so happy to be yours," Joy gushed in her heavy accent Vietnamese, and sat on my mom's lap and I felt my cock stir as they started making out. Even at 43, my mom was still a beautiful woman. She exercised daily to keep her body as thin and fit as a twenty year-old.

"Damn, that's hot," Mary said and sat down next to my mom, spreading her legs. My cum had run sticky down her thighs. "April, come clean me up."

"Yes, Mistress," nerdy April excitedly squeaked and knelt before Mary, her tongue running wetly up Mary's thigh, licking goblets of cum up.

The door banged open and Antsy walked in. She looked at me and flushed. "Hey," she said, awkwardly. We both remembered are passionate, spell induced affair. For the last two days, we had been fucking almost none stop. I barely found time to make arrangements for my dad's funeral between fuckings.

"Uh, hi," I said. "Listen, we were under a spell, okay."

"Sure," she muttered.

"Did you have sex with any women, in Miami?" Mary asked, patting the couch next to her.

Antsy sat down, licking her lips. "Yeah, this chick, Theodora. We had a threesome with a guy we picked up in a bar and she went down on me, I think. I was pretty wasted."

"Theodora, huh," I said. So that was the nun's name. I would have to remember to ask Karen about her.

Mary put her arm around Antsy's shoulder and caressed her face. "Mark and I shared my sisters, and I was looking forward to sharing you. But, well, stuff happened. So, I want to eat Mark's cum out of your snatch."

On the other side of Mary, Joy's blouse was open and my mom was nuzzling at her Joy's apple-sized breasts, sucking at her dark nipples. My cock was hard and I walked over to my sister, pulling her to her feet. Antsy licked her lips nervously. "I...I'm a little scared, big bro. What we went through was so intense, I..."

"It'll be fine," I reassured her, my cock achingly hard. I sat down next to Mary and put an arm around her as I unzipped my cock. "Come and sit on my dick, little sis."

"This is so wild," she muttered and unzipped her jeans, shrugging them off her thin hips. Her cunt was shaved bare and she was sopping wet as she mounted my cock.

I groaned as she slid down my cock, her pussy wet and tight, squeezing wonderfully on my cock. Mary, her face flushed with pleasure as April was eating out her cunt, leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Whose cunt is the best?"

Antsy's cunt felt great on my dick, but it wasn't the earth shattering, mind numbing pleasure from last time I was in my little sister. "Yours, Mare," I whispered back.

"Good," she moaned. "Hmm, April, have you been practicing your pussy licking?"

"Yes, Mistress, with Felicity," April answered from beneath Mary's skirt.

"Oh, bro, it feels different," Antsy moaned as she rode me a little faster. "You still feel pretty damn good its just not..."

"The best sex you've ever had," I finished.

"Yeah, sorry big bro," Antsy said with a grin, her hips writhing a little faster.

"You're forgiven," I moaned, pushing up her shirt to expose her perky breasts. They were larger than Mary's by a cup size, and topped with cute, pink nipples. I captured one her hard nipples as she rode me, sucking the pink nub into my mouth and swirled about it with my tongue while Antsy moaned in pleasure.

Mary's hand reached out and began to fondle Antsy's butt as she writhed in pleasure on April's tongue. "Ride my horny stallion!" Mary panted, fondling Antsy's ass. "Give him a good fuck!"

"I am Mary," Antsy moaned. "Oh yes, I'll make sure he shoots plenty of cum inside me for you drink."

Beyond her, my mom was diddling Joy, her mouth sucking on the Vietnamese slut's nipples. "Yes, yes, yes, Mistress!" Joy was moaning. "You finger so well!"

Via and Felicity were on the floor, making out. Via's bottoms and panties had been pulled down and Felicity's jean skirt flipped up and Via was grinding her cunt into Felicity's. God, I loved watching girls tribbing. Mary's pants and moans were growing higher in register as her orgasm neared. Her mouth was nibbling at my neck and licking at my ears.

"Oh, you fucking slut!" Mary gasped. "You naughty little minx, I'm going to cum all over your pretty little face." She bucked once, moaning loudly as her orgasm rolled through her. "Oh April, you did so good!"

April's face appeared from beneath Mary's skirt, smeared with cunt juices, her glasses fogged up. "Oh, I'm so glad, Mistress," she happily said, rubbing her face against Mary's thigh like a cat. Mary ran her fingers through April's bushy hair.

"I'm cumming, big bro!" Antys moaned, suddenly, her cunt quivering on my dick. I slammed my hips up into her and unloaded three blast into her cunt. Antsy rotated her hips once more, before settling down on top of me and kissing me. Her tongue was as nimble as I remembered, but the kiss wasn't anywhere as sweet as a kiss from my Mary.

Mary stood up and patted the the spot she vacated. "Let me get a taste."

"Sure," Antsy breathed. I groaned as my cock slid out of her pussy as she rolled into the empty spot. "I'm not gay, or anything," Antsy told my fiancee, "but you're just so beautiful, that I'm gay for you."

"You can thank your brother for making me bi," Mary told her, licking her lip as she stared at Antsy's messy cunt. My cum was running out of her lips, milky and mixed with her juices. "Hmm, looks delicious," Mary husked, as she knelt down between my sister's spread thighs. "Antsy, would you like to be one of my bridesmaids."

"What?" Antsy asked, looking down at Mary between her thighs.

"For the weddings?" Mary asked. "Mark has three groomsmen and I need a third bridesmaid. I would absolutely love it if you were one of them."

"Sure, Mary," Antsy said. "How can I say no to a girl about to go down on me."

I watched eagerly as my fiancee's tongue dug through my little sister's slit, gathering a huge gob of cum and gulping it down. April was watching and I pointed at my cock. The girl was a good slut and knelt down next to Mary and began licking my cock. She remembered all I taught her about cock sucking, her tongue licking softly up my shaft, tasting my sister's tart and spicy flavor upon my dick.

Joy was slipping down on the floor, unbuttoning my mother's jeans while mom licked Joy's juices off her fingers. Mom lifted her ass up, allowing Joy to pull her pants and panties down her legs, exposing her hairy, brown fur. "Oh, yes, sweetie," my mom moaned as Joy began lapping at her cunt. "Hmm, lick momma's cunt."

Antsy looked over at mom. "You're so beautiful, momma."

My mom's hazel eyes flickered open and she gazed lovingly at my sister. "Not as beautiful as you've become, Samantha." I just about flooded April's sucking mouth as my mom leaned in and kissed my sister on the lips. Antsy closed her eyes and leaned in, her hand reaching up to stroke my mom's cheek as they made out.

April was bobbing her head on my cock, sucking and twirling her tongue while her fist pumped up and down on my shaft. I looked down and saw Mary's hand rubbing on Antsy's thigh as she devoured my sister's cunt. I reached down and placed my hand atop hers and Mary looked up, smiling, her lips stained with my cum and Antsy's juices, and then she dived back in.

The doorknob rattled and everyone froze as the front door creaked open. "Hey, Sandy," a woman called out. "My mom baked a casserole for you."

Betty Cooley, my mom's lover, walked in holding a glass casserole dish and a look of stunned hurt painted her face mocha-skinned face. Disbelief gleamed in her blue eyes. Her lips worked soundlessly as she took in the scene. Her lover was making out with her daughter while an Asian woman went down on her. Her son was getting a blowjob from another woman, and her daughter had a red-head going down on her. And, in the center of the living room, two girls writhed atop each other. It must have been quite the shock to her.

Betty was my own age, in fact I once asked her out to a school dance. She said no. She was half-black and half-white which gave her this beautiful, light chocolate skin and brilliant blue eyes. She was so exotic looking. When the economy tanked, Betty moved back in with her parents and she and my mom became close and somehow fell into being lovers. Last Saturday night my dad caught them in bed together. My mom believed he was going to hurt Betty, so she shot him in the back. He probably was going to hurt her, the guy was an abusive, drunken asshole.

Mary was the quickest of us to react, standing up and reaching the stunned woman, placing an arm around her shoulder. "It's okay. It's just a family that's expressing their love for each other."

"I'm sorry, Betty," my mom said, covering her face in shame. "I...I don't know what to say."

"It's okay, Sandy," Mary soothed taking the casserole from Betty and handing it off to Via who scurried off to the kitchen with it, her naked ass flashing beneath the hem of her scrub top.

Betty was wearing a flowery sundress and Mary reached beneath her dress and pulled off a racy pair of red panties. Mary tossed the panties to me and I gave them a sniff. Betty had a spicy musk. Mary led her over to me and I saw that naughty glint in her eyes. Mary knew I once had a big crush on Betty when I was fifteen.

"April, why don't you finish Antsy off," I told her.

"Yes, Master," April said, my cock popping out of her mouth. She scooted over and Antsy gasped as April dived into her cunt.

"Betty, just sit down on Mark's cock and everything will feel better," Mary whispered in the girls ear.

"Okay," Betty whispered. She glanced at my mom, who smiled and nodded at her while Joy nosily ate out her pussy.

I groaned as Betty's tight cunt slowly sank down on my cock, wet and tight. It was my boyhood fantasies come true. I spent so many nights jerking off into my sock thinking about Betty Cooley riding my dick. Betty sank all the way down on my cock, her eyes closed, her mouth open in silent pleasure.

Mary sat behind her on my legs, pressing her body up against Betty's back and licked at her ear. "Mmhh, doesn't Mark's cock feel great inside you?"

"Yes," Betty whispered, her hips slowly starting to move on my cock. "Ohh, I haven't had a cock in me for years."

Mary reached her hands up, pulling the straps of her sundress off Betty's round shoulder, pushing the dress down to expose a racy, red bra supporting her round breasts. Mary released the clasp and her beautiful, chocolate breasts spilled out before me, dark nipples erect. I rubbed my face between them, enjoying the silky softness as Betty rode my cock.

"Now, Betty, do you still love Sandy?" Mary whispered into Betty's ear.

"I do," Betty moaned, her hips moving a little faster, her nipple hard against my cheek. "I love you, Sandy!"

"How about you, Sandy?" Mary asked.

"God help me," my mom admitted, looking surprised. Joy was still eating her pussy out. "I, I guess I do. Even though its wrong."

"Love is never wrong," Mary told my mom, firmly. "Now, Sandy, I have three orders for you and you can choose to ignore any other thing I tell you, okay. One, you will be available to Mark so he can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever he needs to." For me to perform the ritual, I need to fuck my mom, cum in her cunt, and have whatever Thrall I was binding drink our combined fluids. It was an important ritual. The only way to ensure our sluts couldn't be controlled by someone else was to bind them, otherwise a nun could turn them against us. "Two, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Three, you will move into our neighborhood and let Mark and I protect you from our enemies."

"O-okay," Sandy admitted, then she gave Betty a tremulous smile. "Would you like to," she took a deep breath, "...move in with me?"

"Yeah," Betty gasped as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Mary reached around, her soft hands playing with Betty's breasts as I nursed at her Betty's nipple. "I'd love that, Sandy."

"This is Joy, she's our sex slave," Sandy introduced.

Joy looked up, her almond eyes shining with happiness, her lips sticky with mom's juices. "I hope to make you very happy, Mistress," Joy said to Betty in her thick, Vietnamese accent.

Betty's eyes nodded, lust shining in her eyes. "Betty, I'm going to give you a few orders and then you can ignore whatever else I tell you. First, having a sex slave if perfectly normal. Second, you will let me perform the ritual of Zimmah on you. Third, incest is perfectly all right. Okay, sweety?"

"What's the Zima ritual. Isn't that the weird alcohol from the Nineties?" asked Betty, turning her head to look back at Mary.

"It's a spell," Mary told her. "And it has nothing to do with any alcoholic drink." Mary caught her lips in a kiss as Betty's cunt rubbed velvety wet against around my cock.

Next to me, Antsy gave out a little shriek and shuddered on the couch, her eyes fluttering as an orgasm washed over her. "Ooh, that was nice. Can I have a sex slave?" Antsy eagerly asked. "They seem kinda neat. It's nice having someone available to lick your pussy when you get horny.

I released Betty's nipple. "Sure," I told her and pulled my sister's face in and kissed her on the lips. "Love you, baby sis."

"You can have Via," Mary said. "Ask to pee in her mouth, she loves it."

"I do," Via said, kneeling down before Antsy, behind April. "Would you pee in my mouth, Mistress?"

Antsy blinked at her. "Um, I guess I could."

Mary gave Antsy similar orders that she gave my mom: to move into the neighborhood and to let Mary perform the Zimmah ritual on her and then she could ignore any other orders Mary gave her.

Betty was riding my cock pretty fast, working hard to make us both cum. Mary was sucking at her neck, one hand playing with her breast, the other reached down and found Betty's hard clit and rubbed it between her fingers. Via had been pestering Antsy, and my sister had finally caved in and agreed to piss in Via's mouth.

"Fine, I'll piss in your mouth," Antsy said, standing up.

Via excitedly knelt before her, sealing her mouth tight to my little sister's cunt. Antsy just stood there as everyone, except Betty, watched her. Betty kept right on fucking me, her hips writhing as she fucked me, my hips thrusting up into her. She was nearing her orgasm, her gasps and moans growing louder and higher in pitch.

"Please stop looking," Antsy muttered. "I can't go if everyone's looking.

Mom stood up. She had cum a few minutes ago on Joy's mouth, and walked up behind Antsy, pressing her body into her daughter's back and licked at Antsy's ears. "It's okay, Samantha. I think we are all passed being embarrassed about the nasty things we like to do," mom whispered.

Antsy nodded, and I could see her body relax and then I could hear the urine splashing in Via's mouth. Antsy sighed, "Fuck this is nasty."

Antsy through back her head as mom found her tits and begin pinching her daughter's nipples. Antsy finished peeing and Via started licking at her cunt, a trickle of yellow liquid ran out the corner of her mouth and down her neck, soaking into the top of her scrubs.

"Fuck, you're one nasty slut, Via," Antsy moaned, rubbing her ass into mom's stomach as she writhed on Via's face.

Betty was fucking me faster, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as she bent down and kissed me on the lips. "I should have said yes when you asked me out to that dance," Betty whispered into my ear. "Your cock is amazing! I just didn't want to...to not be popular."

She moaned into my ear, and then her cunt was squeezing my cock, hard, as she rode me. Her body trembled in our arms. Mary was licking at her ear as I groaned and spilled my seed inside Betty's cunt, inside my mom's lover. Mary got off my lap and sat down next to me and I put my arm around her, pulling her close. "Thank you, Mare, you're the best." I told her and kissed her.

"You found a winner there, son," mom said as she walked over from Antsy. She bent down and kissed Mary, too. Then she grabbed Betty and pulled her off my cock. "Come on, my chocolate bunny, I want to eat my son's cum out of your cunt." My mom led her lover and her sex slave away, down the hall, to her bedroom.

Antsy was shuddering on Via's mouth. "Fuck, that was hot."

"So you'll pee in my mouth again?" Via asked, hopefully.

"Hell, ya, slut!" Antsy excitedly said. "I came so fast and hard on your nasty, pee drinking mouth. What should we do tonight?"

"Well, there's this great club called the Clam Diver," Via said.

"I'm not twenty-one," Antsy said, looking crestfallen.

"Oh, they'll let any pretty girl in," Via confided. "You'll love it."

"Sure, let's go," Antsy said, then led Via off to her bedroom. "Let's find something for us to wear. You look about my size."

"Are you going to tell her that the Clam Diver's a lesbian club?" Mary asked me.

"That's the club you went to last week?" I asked Mary.

"Yeah, I met Via there."

I laughed. "Well, Antsy may not be gay, yet."

We got our clothes straightened out and headed for my Mustang. Mary had one of the bodyguards, a black gal called 25, drive her Eos while 30 followed us in her squad car. Mary wanted to stop by her family and give them the same instructions. Her dad just lived up the street from my mom. Turned out we both went to Washington High School, I was the class of 2004 and she was the class of 2012. Small world, huh. I gave her dad identical orders to the ones my mom got. Since Mary was putting my family under her control, I would control her family. We gave her dad Felicity for a sex slave.

"So you can have your very own high school student to fuck, dad," Mary fondly says. "I just bet there are loads of your students you've been secretly fantasizing over."

Sean had an embarrassed smile on his as he took his new sex slave off to his bedroom.

Missy, Mary's younger sister, was also home, she was still in High School, and her boyfriend Damien was over. I talked to Damien's parents and they quickly agreed it was for the best that Damien moved in with his girlfriend. Last Saturday, at Missy's request, I ordered the two teens to love each other forever. I gave the two teenage lovebirds the same orders Mary gave my sister, and we were going to give April to Missy and Damien, but she insisted on a classmate, Dawn Cooper.

"She always picked on me," Missy complained. "We shared a bus stop and she would always say mean things to me."

Mary hugged her sister. "I remember the little skank. It'll feel really nice when she's yours to abuse." Mary kissed her little sister on the lips.

"Damn that's hot," muttered Damien. "Could I have Mrs. Corra, my math teacher. She has these amazing knockers and always dresses to show them off."

I laughed, remembering Damien mentioning some busty teacher he had a thing for last Friday. "Sure, do you know where she lives?"

Damien shook his head. "Her first name's Polly," he added helpfully. What the hell, I liked the kid, so I promised I'd track his teacher down for him.

Mary knew where Dawn lived, it was just up the road from her dad's house. When we knocked on the door, a middle-aged man, balding, with salt-and-pepper hair. "Hello?" he asked, annoyed. "If you're preaching or selling I'm not interested."

"No, no," I told him. "Is your daughter, Dawn home."

"Yeah," he frowned. "Who are you."

"My name is Mark and I have a wonderful opportunity for your daughter," I said, smiling. "You are just so proud that your daughter has been chosen to be a sex slave."

A proud, fatherly smile blossomed on his face. "How wonderful for her."

"So, she'll be moving out of your house, of course, but don't worry, she'll be very happy."

He just nodded his head. "Dawn, come here, there's a man here to see you. He's got some great news."

A voluptuous, teenage temptress in daisy dukes and a tight, low cut halter-top, sauntered up. There was a sneer on her face, framed by bleached-blonde hair. She eyed me and glared at her dad. "What? I was texting, dad!" she had a bitchy tone to her voice. She was still texting, her fingers flying across the keypad. How did teenage girls text so fast?

"Precious, Mark, here, has chosen you to be a sex slave," her father told her. "Isn't that wonderful?"

An incredulous look crossed the bitches face. "What the fuck, dad! Have you lost your mind!"

"Dawn," I barked. "You're going to be a sex slave from now on, you'll do whatever your Master or your Mistress wants you to do, slut!"

"I...yes," she mumbled.

"She's a handful, isn't she?" I asked her dad.

"Yeah, she can be quite a trial," he admitted.

"I bet you've always wanted to rip off those shorts and spank her naughty tush," Mary said, licking her lips. "That pert ass is just begging to be spanked."

"No, I never spanked her. I believe it's wrong to spank a child," Dawn's dad admitted. "It causes all sorts of development problems."

"Well, if you don't want to," Mary said with a wicked smile and she grabbed Dawn and boldly went inside the house, "then you can watch me. I love spanking naughty little sluts asses. And I remember how mean you were to my little sis."

I followed my fiancee in the house, leading April. Mary was pulling off her halter-top, exposing a nice pair of teenage melons. Mary squeezed a tit. "No, bra, slut?"

"No, I like boys to see my nips," Dawn admitted with a flush.

"Did you know how much of a whore your daughter is?" I asked, sitting down on the couch. April knew what to do, and fished out my cock and started sucking.

Mary was tugging down Dawn's daisy dukes, exposing a tight ass, a pair of cute dimples dotted her cheeks. Mary stroked her ass and then pulled Dawn down across her lap. Dawn squirmed, her firm, teenage ass shaking in fear.

Mary smacked her ass, a loud, stinging sound, that brought a cry of pain from Dawn. I could see a red handprint on her ass. April was bobbing her head on my cock and I leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the show. Mary did love spanking naughty sluts and I loved to watch her do it.

"Oh, that hurt," Dawn objected. "Daddy, help."

"I'm sorry, Dawn," her dad said evenly, "but you have been a bad girl, and I don't know how to control you anymore."

Mary reached under her chest, to her hanging tits, and pinched a nipple, hard, bringing a yelp from Dawn's lips. "A good slut counts the spanking and says, 'Thank you, Mistress.' Understand, slut?"

"Y-yes," Dawn stammered. "One, thank you, Mistress."

Mary released her nipple. "Good."

Smack! Dawn's ass jiggled from the force of Mary's spank. "Two, thank you, Mistress."

I stroked April's bushy, brown hair, as she gobbled my dick, my cock brushing the back of her throat. I grabbed April's hair as Mary spanked Dawn again. "Three, thank you, Mistress." I forced April's head down and she didn't fight me as I pushed my cock all the way into her mouth, down her tight throat. Smack! "Four, thank you, Mistress!"

The room was filled with stinging spanks, April's sloppy blowjob, and Dawn's count. Her father was staring at his daughter's ass, at her shaved cunt peaking wetly between her thighs, a bulge growing in his pants. Mary saw it too, smiling naughtily.

Smack! "Eleven, thank you, Mistress."

"You sure you don't want to spank your daughter's pert ass?" Mary asked, caressing Dawn's red cheeks, her fingers dipping down to run through her shaved cunt. "God, she's soaking wet. What a slut. She's been practicing to be a sex slave all her life, hasn't she. Dressing slutty, cock-teasing any poor man who saw her, dropping her panties to any half-way handsome guy that looked at her. Don't you want to punish such a wanton daughter?"

"I..." her dad started to say and then he moved forward and grabbed his daughter's arm and pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the couch and bent her across the chair arm. He drew back his hand and smacked her hard on the ass.

"One," she squeaked. "Thank you...daddy!"

Mary got up, walked over to me and pulled April's mouth off my cock. "Thanks for getting him ready, slut," Mary told the nerdy girl.

"You're welcome, Mistress," April smiled as Mary sank her wet cunt down on my hard dick.

As Mary rode my cock, we watched the father spank his daughter's ass over and over. "Fucking whore!" he suddenly shouted. "You're just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her!"

Spank. "Nine, thank you daddy!"

Mary's cunt felt amazing on my dick as she rode me. I slipped a hand up her blouse and found her perky breast and played with her hard nipple. Mary squeezed her cunt appreciatively on my dick as I fondled her. I pulled up her blouse and found her dusky nipple, and sucked it into my mouth, playing with the hard nub.

Spank! "Thirteen, thank you daddy!"

"Fucking whore," her dad moaned. "You were always dressing like a fucking slut!" Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. "Not caring how your slutty clothes were affecting your poor father! Well, you're a sex slave, now," he muttered. "And sex slaves get fucked."

Dawn gasped as her dad thrust his cock into her cunt, fucking her frantically fast. He pumped in her maybe ten times and then spewed his cum into his daughter's teenage cunt. He pulled out, stumbling back, breathing hard. Mary was fucking me faster as we watched, her breath quickening as her orgasm approached.

Dawn walked over to her dad, who sank down into the chair, and sat on his lap. "I'm sorry, daddy, for being such a bad girl. I promise I'll be the best sex slave, ever. I'll make you proud, daddy."

I spilled my seed into Mary as her cunt clenched on my cock, her body bucking atop me as her orgasm rolled through her. I let go of her hard nipple, and captured her lips in a kiss. Mary felt nice as she rested atop me, her lips soft and gentle as we kissed, before she rolled off me.

Father and daughter cuddled on the chair as Mary had April clean up her cunt. I pulled out my phone, searching for Damien's teacher on . His teacher was the third P. Corra I called and she was more than happy to be Damien's sex slave. I asked her to send me a photo of herself, curious to see what Damien found so hot about his teacher.

A minute later she sent me a photo of her taken using her closet door mirror. She was in her early thirties, brown hair, dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt that showed off her curvy hips and ass, a low-cut blouse that her rather large tits almost seemed to be about ready to spill out of. Her face was beautiful, horn-rimmed glassed were perched on her cute nose, and beneath those frames were these big, pouty lips just made for cock sucking. She had a Mrs. Robinson vibe that must have every boy she taught jerking off into socks and Kleenexes thinking about her.

I called Mary's older sister, Samantha, next. She lived in Milton with her boyfriend, George. Farther than I wanted to drive today. She answered the phone and I spoke to the two of them on speaker phone and gave them the same orders I gave Missy.

"If you guys want, I can get you a girl, like the ones at my house," I told them.

"Really," George eagerly asked. "One of your bang-maids."

"Oh you horny devil," Samantha giggled.

"What, you said we could have another threesome," George pointed out.

"All right, George," Samantha fondly said. "Mark's...bang maids seemed quite happy."

"Any requests?" i asked.

"Hot," George said, then he laughed. "Stop tickling me Samantha."

"Ooh, that's all you want is hot," Samantha chortled. "Nothing else? No blonde with giant tits? No petite, Asian schoolgirl that's eighteen but looks ten?"

"Smoking hot, I guess. I don't know," George laughed. "I give up, you can pick sweetypie."

"Your secretary," Samantha answered.

"Starla?"

"I've seen you panting after her," Samantha answered. "I've seen how she bends over, showing off her ass to you. She's been trying to seduce you for weeks. The little tramp."

"I'd never cheat on you," George promised.

"And you won't, not if she's our bang-maid," Samantha declared. "And she can be your bang-secretary at work. Keep you from straying when I'm not around."

George laughed. "How could I cheat on the best girlfriend in the world?"

George gave me Starla's number and Starla was so happy to be their bang-maid. "I've had a crush on him for so long," Starla confessed. "I'll be the best sex-slave for them."

When I hung up, I looked over at Dawn, who was still cuddling with her dad. "Dawn, go to Missy Sullivan's house," I ordered. "She's you new, primary Mistress."

"Okay," Dawn said, getting off her father's lap and bent down to grab her daisy dukes.

Mary slapped her ass. "Did Mark tell you to get dress, slut?"

"No, Mistress," Dawn gasped and disappeared naked out the door, she didn't even put shoes on.

We got in my Mustang, April in the back seat, and I drove us towards 512, our bodyguards following. We passed the naked Dawn, walking as quickly as she could on her bare feet towards Missy's house, her red ass swaying a she walked.

I reached over and placed my hand on Mary's thigh, stroking her silky skin. "You're so beautiful, Mare," I told her.

She gave me a sultry smile. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Mark?" I smiled and nodded. "It's just too dangerous while you're driving, Mark."

"You're so amazing, so perfect," I told her, sliding my hand higher on her thigh. "I'm just so horny for you." I stopped at a light, and bent over and nuzzled at her beautiful neck. "I just love you so much, Mare."

"Fine," she said. "But this is the last time." She always said that it was the last time, but I always managed to convince her to do it again.

Mary bent over, unzipping my pants, fishing my hard cock out of my pants. Her mouth was wet as she sucked my cock. I turned onto 512, accelerating quickly as my fiancee swirled her tongue about my cock's head.

"Damn, your mouth feels great, Mare!"I moaned.

Mary was cupping my balls, now, her deft fingers playing with my nuts. She started bobbing her head, sliding down my cock and then sucking as she slid up. I groaned, enjoying the suction on my cock's head. Every time she went down, more and more of cock disappeared into her mouth. I was brushing her throat, and then I was sliding down her throat. Mary worked my entire cock into her mouth. Her throat was tight, and rubbed deliciously on my cock head.

When Mary got all my cock down her throat, she would slid up my shaft, flick at the head of my cock with her tongue, and then deepthroat me all over again. Over and over, bringing me close and close to flooding her sweet mouth with my cum.

"God, you're the best, Mare!" I moaned, my balls tightening. "About to cum, Mare."

She pulled up my cock until only me sensitive head was in her lips, swirling her tongue about it while she fisted my shaft. My balls tightened and then I was spewing into her mouth. She swallowed my entire load, squeezing my cock as she slowly stroked it to draw out the last of my cum.

Mary sat up, smiling, licking the little bit of cum that stained her lips. "Thanks, Mark. I missed that."

"I thought you didn't like blowing me when I drove?"

"I didn't say I hated it," Mary smiled, "Just that it's not safe."

Mary's phone beeped and she pulled it out and smiled. She showed me the picture as I was stopped at a light. It was Dawn, licking Missy's foot. "Thank's for the slut! :-)" Missy captioned.

"I think you may have corrupted your sister," I said with a smile.

"That's an understatement," Mary laughed wickedly.

The sluts were all waiting when we got home, dressed in their non-slutty clothes. "Master!" they happily squealed. Allison, her bubblegum-pink hair flowing behind her, was the first to reach me. She threw her arms around me and kissed on the lips.

Desiree, Allison's fiancee, hugged me, next. Her nut-brown face was flush with excitement. "Welcome back mi Rey!"

All the sluts had to kiss me: strawberry-blonde Fiona, doll-faced Korina, Thamina in her headscarf, busty yet petite Xiu, sandy-blonde Noel, cinnamon-skinned Willow, Chasity in her cop outfit, Karen the former nun, teenage Violet, caramel-skinned Jessica, and goth Lillian.

"Sluts are supposed to be naked or in their slutty outfits in the house," I scolded the sluts after they had their kisses.

"You said our ugly bodies should be covered," Thamina said. "W-we were just following what you said, Master."

"None of you have ugly bodies, so go change," I told them. "I want to see all of your sexy flesh exposed, sluts!"

The happy sluts all scampered away and returned in a few minutes. Most were dressed as sexy maids with transparent tops that showed off their hard nipples, and short skirts that would reveal their asses if they bent over even a little bit. Thamina and Willow were in their sexy nurses outfits, sheer tops that revealed off their dark breasts and nipples, and short skirts. Jessica had a sexy, office lady outfit, extremely short business skirt, sheer blouse, and fishnet stockings. Noel and Chasity had on their sexy cop uniforms, short skirts, thigh-high, black boots and blouses half-unbuttoned that showed off their ample assets. Korina had her sling on, and nothing else. She got shot before she was able to get her maid outfit.

"I have a present for all my sluts," I said, motioning to April and the Kay Jeweler bag she held. On the way home we stopped by to pick up the jewelry I ordered last week. It was ready yesterday, but I was just too busy fucking Antsy to pick it up. When we picked these up, I ordered one for April, so it would be a few days before she got hers. I pulled out the first box, opening it up. Inside was a gold choker. Lillian's name, written with emeralds, adorned the front and underneath was engraved, "Mark and Mary's slut forever."

Lillian stepped up when I called her. Her black hair was streaked with blue and purple highlights, and tied in two pigtails. Her face was pale, with black lipstick and dark mascara. Her lip, eyebrow, and nose were pierced with delicate, gold rings. She was trembling when I clasped the choker tight about her pale throat.

Lillian fingered it. "Now everyone will know who I belong to," she whispered, tears glistening at her eyes. "Thank you, Master. I'm so happy you came into my work and made me yours!" Lillian knelt down, rubbing her face against my hardening cock. My zipper rasped metallically, my boxers pushed down and Lillian had my cock out, her tongue happily licking at my cock.

Mary fished out the next box, opening it up. Inside was a silver choker with a sapphire name. "Noel," Mary read.

Noel's gray-blue eyes shone with happiness. Mary brushed aside her sandy-blonde hair as she put the choker around Noel's neck and then kissed the FBI slut on the lips. "Thank you, Mistress." Noel dropped to her knees, pushing up Mary's skirt. Mary smiled, rubbing her hand through Noel's sandy hair as the slut began licking at her cum-filled pussy.

Willow got a gold and ruby choker and joined Lillian on the floor. They both were servicing my cock, half-licking my dick and half-french kissing each other. Mary placed a silver and emerald choker about Xiu's neck, and the Chinese slut knelt behind Mary and started rimming her ass.

I place a gold and amethyst choker about Violet's throat. Willow had my cock in her sucking mouth, now, as Lillian kissed at the shaft. Violet walked over to April and took her hand. "So, you're our new slut-sister?" Violet asked.

April nodded shyly.

"You're so cute with these glasses," Violet told her, stroking her face then the two teenage girls were kissing.

My balls were tightening from Lillian and Willow's hard work on my cock. The little sluts were taking turns sucking my cock into their mouths, passing them back and forth. Violet was kneeling down and lifting up April's skirt and pulled down the girls white panties.

"Umm, that's good," moaned April as Violet began to devour her cunt. Violet was a sweet girl.

Mary gave Allison a gold choker with her name written with diamonds and pulled the teen to her and kissed her on the mouth. I could tell by the way Mary's body writhed that my filly was having a great orgasm on Noel and Xiu's lips. I grit my teeth and came in Willow's mouth. The slut released my cock and aimed it so the next blast caught Lillian in the face, then the final blast splashed on her own happy face.

"Thank you, Master," Lillian purred and then started licking my cum off Willow's cheek.

I placed a gold choker about Korina's throat with her name written in opals on it. "How was the doctor's appointment." Korina had been shot last week when the nun attacked us. Yesterday, Korina had a checkup with her doctor, but I was too eager to fuck Antsy to check up on her when I got back home last night.

"I'll get the sling off next week," Korina answered. "And I have to go to physical therapy three times a week."

I caressed her doll's face. "I haven't fucked you since you got hurt, have I?"

"No, Master," Korina said, a smile on her beautiful, doll's face. Her blue eye's sparkled with lust.

"Do you feel up to it?"

"I do, Master," she cooed. "Fiona's been licking my pussy for a few days, but I need your cock in me, again. We just have to be careful."

I sat down on on the recliner and Korina careful straddled my waist. Her large tits swayed, partially covered by her left arm in the sling. I could smell the musky, sweet smell of her arousal. She was smiling happily as her tight cunt slid down my cock. She was warm and wet and started rising up and down on my cock so achingly slow.

"Oh, Master! Your cock feels so good inside me," Korina moaned. "Oh, thank you! Umm, I missed this so much!"

Mary continued passing out the chokers while Korina slowly rode me. She never went fast, and I could see her wince in pain as her arm would get jostled, but she persevered. Her cunt was tight and so very wet.

"You feel so good on my cock," I moaned. "Wet and velvety tight!"

A smile played on her lips and she bent over and, careful not to jostle her arm, kissed me on the lips as she rode my cock. Her slow pace was amazingly sweet as her pussy walls rubbed velvety against my cock's head. Every slow rise and fall of her cunt on my cock was bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

"Fuck, I'm going to flood your slutty cunt!" I grunted. "You ready for my cum?"

"Yes!" she shrieked, throwing her head back. Her hips started moving faster and faster, a flush creeping across her body. "Cum in me, Master! Use my body as your cum dump! Fill my naught cunt with your spunk!"

Her hips were moving faster and faster as her orgasm neared. She was no longer caring about the pain, she was too close to cumming to care. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut and she let out a low, throaty moan as her cunt contracted on my cock. She slammed down on my cock, burying me all the way into her cunt. I squeezed her ass cheeks and gasped as I flooded her cunt.

"Ohh, thank you, master," she murmured, kissing me gently.

Fiona was smiling as she watched Korina cum on my cock, a silver choker with her name written in yellow heliodors tight about her throat. She helped Korina off of me, kissed her tenderly, and led her over to the couch, sitting the doll-faced slut down. Fiona knelt on the floor, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling across Korina's thighs as she began to lick my cum out Korina's cunt. Fiona's short, maid's skirt had ridden up, exposing her curvy, freckled ass. I could see her brown, puckered asshole winking at me.

I looked around the living room. Mary was naked now, lying atop Chasity, tribbing with our cop slut. Chasity had a gold choker, her name written with rubies, around her throat. Desiree and Allison were sixty-nining. April was going down on Violet this time while Lillian was going down on Willow, my cum licked clean from both of their faces. Karen, a silver and amethyst choker about her neck, was making out with Jessica, a gold choker set with sapphires tight about her caramel throat. Thamina was pulling on Xiu's nipple piercings as the two rubbed their cunts on each other's thighs.

I knelt behind Fiona. My cock was lubed with Korina's cunt so I slid easily into Fiona's ass. Fiona moaned lustfully into Korina's cunt as I began to fuck her ass. I smiled, looking around the room. I almost lost all of this. If Mary had not freed me from the nun's spell, I would have been chained to one cunt for the rest of my life. There was one cunt I could be satisfied with for the rest of my life. I caught her green eyes as she rubbed her cunt against Chasity's. Mary smiled at me. She was so beautiful. I could be happy only with her.

I needed to speak with Karen about this new nun, Theodora. About the golden thread that I saw touching Mary's aura. But Fiona's ass felt too good on my cock for me to be worried about that right now. There would be plenty of time later on tonight or tomorrow to talk with Karen.

"Ohh, fuck me Master!" Fiona moaned. "I love your cock up my slutty ass!"

I smiled, I was home, balls deep in a sluts ass.

"Master!" Jessica shouted, half in a panic, turning on the television.

I was cuddling with Mary on the couch. Scattered about the room were the sluts, napping and cuddling with each other. Everyone one of the sluts wanted to get fucked by me, and I came in at least one of their holes. It had been a wild few hours. I had April sit on my face while Violet rode my cock. Mary had put on her strap-on and we double-teamed busty Xiu. I fucked her ass while Mary fucked her cunt. Then Jessica was sucking on my cock, kneeling like a dog, while Mary pounded Jessica's ass and Willow rimmed my ass.

"What?" I asked as she changed to channel five.

"I got a tip, KING 5's about to run a story about you, Master," Jessica answered. Jessica was a reporter for KIRO 7. I recruited her to keep tabs on the media. "It's suppose to lead the eleven o'clock news."

The credits for some NBC show raced across the screen. KING 5 was the local NBC affiliate for Seattle. Then the news music played and it cut to the anchors. "Good evening, I'm Larry Siemen," the male anchor introduced.

"And I'm Natalie Kramer, bringing you Seattle's best news. Tonight we are joined by investigative reporter, Carlos Guiterrez, for an explosive story about sex, bank robberies, and corruption in Pierce County."

"Thank you, Natalie," a middle-aged Hispanic said. "Nearly two weeks ago, in Puyallup, this man," a surveillance photo of me at the Best Buy appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, "used some as yet unidentified gas causing the now famous Best Buy Incident. This same man reportedly robbed a Kay Jewelers the same day. He was seen with two women," pictures of Mary and Allison appeared on the screen. "This same man appeared in Seattle a few days later, and held, by all accounts, a wild sex party in the Sky City Restaurant at the Space Needle and was briefly implicated in the disappearance of Violet Matheson."

"Wow," the female anchor interjected. "And do we know who this man is?"

"Authorities do," Carlos said. "His name is Mark Glassner. Last week, he robbed several banks in Pierce County, using his gas to make the branch mangers open the safes while he sexually assaulted several female bank tellers."

"Mark Glassner, isn't that the guy who the FBI raided last Thursday morning?" the male anchor interjected. "I believe the FBI spokesman said they were mistaken, that Mark Glassner wasn't the person responsible for these crimes."

"You are referring to Special Agent Kip Peterson," Carlos nodded. "He famously gave that interview to Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 news."

A clip played from the interview. "Mark Glassner is an innocent man," Peterson said. "It was all my fault. I was too eager to make an arrest in the case, I didn't use good judgment and our raid has terrorized an innocent man and his family." I smiled, remembering how I made Agent Peterson give that embarrassing interview. The clip ended, cutting back to the news desk.

"I have documents here," Carlos said, holding up some papers, "from a source in the Justice Department that show Agent Peterson is being investigated by the Office of Professional Responsibility, the FBI's Internal Affairs. He's being investigated for corruption and incompetence. The FBI had concrete evidence on Mr. Glassner, yet Peterson, after raiding Mr. Glassner's house, claimed he was innocent."

"The FBI thinks their Agent was bribed by Mr. Glassner?" the female reporter asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Carlos answered. "Mr. Glassner has stolen over forty million dollars."

"Wow, that is unbelievable," the male anchor said.

"Today, I received a series of surveillance photos from the home owner," Carlos said. "The house the FBI raided is owned by Brandon Fitzsimmons, who claims his wife is living with Mr. Glassner. Mr. Fitzsimmons had hired a private investigator to watch the house and the P.I. caught the entire raid on film."

A video played, showing the backyard and left side of our house. A little of the front yard could also be seen and the cul-de-sac in front of the house. You could just make out police cars and swat vans parked before our house in the gray, pre-dawn light.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered.

"Master, that had to be taken from one of the houses on Shaw Road," Noel said in alarm.

"Figure out which," I ordered, anger burning inside me. Chasity and Noel headed for the back of the house.

"The interesting part came after the Pierce County Sheriff Department's SWAT officers raided the house on the FBI's behalf," Carlos continued.

Photos appeared, close up of various windows on the rear and side of the house. You could see SWAT officers in various states of undressed fucking our sluts, blurred to hide any nudity. Fuck, the sluts had all gotten horny that morning and saw Mary fucking two SWAT officers. The sluts asked if they could play with the handsome officers, and I didn't seem any harm in letting the boys in blue get laid.

"What am I watching here?" the female reporter asked, stunned.

"In the surveillance photo's we've received there are upwards of a dozen women living in the house," Carlos answered. "They appear in various states of undress, and they appear to be giving sexual favors to the SWAT officers as some sort of bribes."

"This is just astounding," the male reported stated. "To think an entire unit of SWAT officers, and an FBI agent would engage in this sort of behavior. It's just disappointing."

"Two FBI agents," Carlos corrected. A picture of Noel appeared on the screen. "Special Agent Noel was also on the raid, and has appeared in many of the surveillance photos of the house in various states of undress, engaging in sex acts, along with Jessica St. Pierre, the KIRO 7 reporter who Agent Peterson gave his original interview to." A picture of Chasity appeared on the screen. "This is Officer Chasity Vinter of the Puyallup Police Department, also seen in surveillance tapes participating in sex acts. There have been reports of unusual activity around the Shaw Road vicinity of Puyallup for the last week, and these reports have fallen on the deaf ears of the Puyallup Police Department."

Chasity and Noel returned. "Master, we think we know which house is surveilling us."

"Take all the guards and raid that house!" I barked. "Bring me whomever or whatever you find!"

I grabbed my phone, and looked up Sheriff Erkhart's phone number. "Erkhart," the Pierce County Sheriff answered.

"Have you seen the news report on channel 5?" I demanded angrily.

"Yeah, just caught the end of it. This is bad, Mr. Glassner."

"Put out an APB on Brandon Fitzsimmons," I growled. "I let him have his independence and this is how he repays me! I want him found and dragged before me!"

"I'm on it, sir," the Sheriff answered and I hung up.

"He's been watching us, Mark," Mary grimaced angrily. "You can see our bedroom on these photos."

"Brandon's going to regret this," I told her. "Fuck, we're going to have to do a lot of damage control." I squeezed my fists. "When I get my fucking hands on him, he's going to howl!"

"When are you coming home, Doug?" my wife asked me as we spoke on the phone.

"I don't know, Tina," I answered, tiredly. I was standing in one of the second floor bedroom of the house Mr. Fitzsimmons rented so I could watch Mark Glassner. I was checking all the cameras and the laser-mikes I had pointed at various windows of the house I was surveilling. I was about to turn in for the night and wanted to make sure everything was working. "The check cashed, right?"

"Yeah, honey," Tina answered. "Its...quite a lot. This isn't anything...you know."

"No, I'm just surveilling him, Tina." There was a pause. She was chewing on her lip, I realized. Tina always worried her lower lip when she was nervous. "What is it honey?"

There was some movement outside, on the street, and I frowned, missing what my wife said. Mark had a group of women that dressed like slutty cops. Maybe they were cops, their equipment looked real, and there were a dozen cop cars parked on the street. But, no cop wore uniforms like those. They looked like sexy cop outfits you'd get at a porno shop. His 'cops' were pouring out of their houses, heading for their cars. What was going on?

"Are you there, Doug?" my wife said, loudly.

"Oh, sorry, Tina, something's going on at the place I'm surveilling." I grabbed a pair of binoculars, tying to figure out what was happening.

"You're safe right. This Mark guy your watching, he was just on the news."

I frowned, watching as Mark's cops were piling into their cars. What was going on. "What's this about the news, honey?" The lights on a half-dozen cop cars turned on, flooding the night with strobing red and blue lights, and the cop cars started peeling down the street towards Shaw Road.

"They had pictures from your surveillance on the news," Tina said. "This guy sounds dangerous, are you sure..."

My stomach sank, adrenaline pumped icily through my veins. "Shit, I got to go, Tina."

I hung up my cell phone, shoving it into my pocket and grabbed my laptop, ripping out cable connecting my laptop to the USB hub all my surveillance equipment was hooked into and ran for the stairs. Oh, shit, oh shit, my heart was hammering in my chest. Fuck! What the fuck did you do, Brandon? Tires squealed outside and police lights were flashing through the front windows, as I thudded down the stairs.

Shit, front was no good. I reached the bottom of the stairs, turned to race for the dining room and the glass sliding door that led to the backyard. Behind me, the front door splintered in and I could hear booted feet pounding into the house, shouting, "Police!" I ran down the hallway for the dining room. I knew my exit routes. There was a pile of wood against the fence, I could be over it and into the neighbors yard. My own car was parked a few houses down the street. I just needed to be quick and I could get away.

I reached the dining room, the sliding glass door in sight. I was going to make it. And then my hopes were dashed away as I saw the two cops rounding the house and reached the sliding glass door, their guns drawn. Fuck, I was trapped. I turned to face the cops pouring in the front door. God damn fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons!

"Police!" the lead cop shouted, a blonde with a gold choker about her throat, a bulletproof vest over her trampy cop outfit, and her gun leveled at me. "Hand's on your head! Do it now!"

I set my laptop down, slowly, and put my hands on top of my head and knelt down. Another cop walked up, grasped my wrist and handcuffed me. Anger boiled inside me as fear pumped through my veins. What the fuck have you gotten me mixed up in, Brandon? Fear coiled about my heart. These weren't real cops, anymore. Tina's face floated up before me, the way her smile transformed her chubby, plain face beautiful.

Please, god, I prayed, let me see my wife again! Please!"

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 25: Eight-and-a-Half Weeks

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Mark and Mary deal with the fallout of the news report.

Chapter Twenty-five: Eight-and-a-Half Weeks

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I stood with Mary on the private balcony of our bedroom. Surveillance photos and videos of our house had just appeared on the eleven o'clock news on channel 5. Our law enforcement sluts, Chasity and Noel, figured the photos must have been shot from a house on Shaw Road across the empty lot. Mary and I sent our bodyguards to raid the house and were watching from our balcony. The house was two stories, sitting on a small rise and had a perfect view of the rear and left side of our house over the backyard fence.

We sent our bodyguards to raid the house, and their squad cars were just now screeching to a stop in front of the house. It was too dark to seen anything other than the strobing red and blue lights of the bodyguard's patrol cars and some movement in the backyard that. I felt the tension in Mary's body as we held each other and waited. My own heart was hammering in my chest.

The Nextel in my hand chirped. "Chasity to Master."

"Master," I responded into my Nextel.

"We have one prisoner and our still searching the house," Chasity reported, in a professional, commanding voice. She sounded like a cop. Well, she was a cop before I made her my sex slave. Chasity commanded the bodyguards, with Noel, our FBI slut, as her second in command.

"Good work," I praised her.

"Thank you, Master," Chasity replied, her professional voice slipping back into the pleased, girlish voice of Chasity the sex slave.

Mary and I dressed quickly and head downstairs and waited in the living room. In a few minutes, Chasity and a Thai bodyguard, 30 I think her number was, were marching an overweight, balding, middle aged man into the house. The prisoner was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants, thick glasses hung askew on his flesh face. There was anger in his eyes as he was marched before us, and fear.

"Who are you?" Mary demanded. She was still angry about being spied on.

According to the news, the surveillance photos were sent in by Brandon Fitzsimmons. Brandon was the previous owner of our house, but I took it from him and made his wife, Desiree, our sex slave. Now, he was causing all sorts of problems. Last week he tipped off the FBI, and this week the media. I just spoke to Sheriff Erkhart, and there should be an BOLO for Brandon's arrest by now. I wanted him found and punished for the headaches he was causing me.

"Doug Allard," the man sullenly answered. Then blinked in surprise. People were always surprised by how readily they cooperated with us.

"And Brandon Fitzsimmons hired you, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm a P.I.," he answered. "What are you going to do to me?"

I ignored his question. "How long have you been watching us?"

"A week, since last Tuesday," he replied. "Fuck, what's wrong with me. What have you done to me? Is it that gas?" Fear quivered suddenly in his voice. The explanation the authorities came up with to explain my powers was some gas that left people very suggestible. I guess that's more plausible then the truth that I sold my soul to the Devil for the power to control people.

Mary laughed, richly. "No, no. People just like doing what we tell them to, isn't that right, Doug?"

"I guess I do," Doug muttered, squirming in Chasity and 30's grip.

A black bodyguard entered, a laptop tucked under arm. "Sir," 18 saluted and handed me the laptop.

"Are all your surveillance files on here?" I asked him.

"No, I have online backups." He shrugged. "You know, in the cloud. Plus, I've sent copies of everything to Brandon."

I handed him his laptop. "Delete all you can," I ordered. "All your backups in the cloud. Uncuff him."

Doug rubbed his wrists when the handcuffs came off and took his laptop and started typing. "Where is Brandon?" Mary asked. "He's not answering his cell phone. We would just love to see him, again."

"He's gone off the grid," Doug admitted. "I only communicate to him through a Hotmail account."

"I want you to find him," I told him. "Track him down and let me know where he is."

"Okay," Doug said. "You're not going to do anything else to me." Surprise and relief tinged his voice.

"No, no," I told him. "Brandon's the real problem. I'll give you, what, a million dollars, to cover your fees and expenses."

Doug goggled at me. "Absolutely. Brandon pissed all over me by hanging me out to dry. I don't care what you do to him."

Mark woke me up as he crawled out of bed. "Going jogging?" I asked, sleepily. We went to bed right after talking to Doug last night.

"Yeah, Mare," he whispered. "Sorry to wake you."

"It's okay," I said, sitting up and stretching. "Um, would you mind if I joined you."

Mark smiled, "Sure, Mare. I'd love that. I'm sure all the club members will just love you." He stretched his back, and I admired his flat stomach and lean chest. "Remind me when we get back to talk to Karen."

Right, last night was so crazy. After we interrogated the P.I. and Mark gave him a million dollars to hunt down Brandon, we went to bed, exhausted. Yesterday was a long, and very emotional day. I still goggled about how much money Mark paid Doug. A million was far too much money, but Mark had a weird streak of generosity about him. Or maybe he just didn't care. If we needed more money, he'd just rob another bank, I guess. It's one of the reasons I started the charity. I had us both down as Officers in the charity's finances so we could use whatever money we got and maybe there would not be so much bad press on us.

I tottered off to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I should be pissing in one of the slut's mouths, I thought. It was so exciting pissing into a woman's mouth, feeling her tongue licking your pussy clean. Far more satisfying then this toilet paper. I finished wiping, and flushed the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror, applied some light blush and a pale, pink lipstick, then ran a comb through my auburn hair, getting the tangles out, before tying my hair back with a blue scrunchy.

I stifled a yawn when Mark walked in, naked save for socks and his jogging shoes. "Coming?" he asked, a little impatient.

"I had to get ready," I told him, rolling my eyes. Mark could be an idiot sometimes.

"You look great, Mare," he told me and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. Well, he was definitely a sweet idiot.

I followed Mark down the stairs, naked as well, and started pulling on a pair a tennis shoes. 34, looking tired in her slutty cop's uniform, walked in and said something to Mark. "What's going on?" I asked.

"32 reports that a lot of media are gathering out on Shaw Road. She had to call for 25 and 30 to come help her with crowd control," 34 reported to me.

"We're going to need to say something to the reporters, Mark," I told him.

Mark muttered something under his breath. "I'll go grab us some tops and we'll give a quick interview and send them packing," Mark sighed in irritation.

"Your jogging sluts will be waiting for you when we're finished," I told him. "So don't be grouchy."

"Yeah, they're a good group of gals," Mark answered, that boyish grin of his spreading on his face, and then he disappeared upstairs. He came down, wearing a buttoned down shirt and handed me a nice, red blouse with a plunging neckline.

Jessica came downstairs, naked save for her gold set with sapphire choker, her caramel breasts jiggling as she walked. Jessica had such a diverse, racial background it was hard to tell what her ethnicity. What was apparent is how stunningly beautiful she is. "Master, my boss emailed me," Jessica pouted, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm suspended because of the photos that got leaked. How am I supposed to be your spy now, Master?"

Mark caressed her face, wiping away her tear. "I'll take care of it," Mark said, taking Jessica's phone and calling her boss.

Willow followed Jessica, dressed in a fairly conservative pantsuit, her doctor's coat slung over her arm. Willow wasn't wearing her choker. Our three sluts that had professional jobs, Willow, Jessica, and Noel were told to not wear their chokers when they went to their jobs. Willow was a gynecologist and an idea popped into my brain. "Let's spin this story back to our charity. Willow, you know the plan well enough to talk about it at to the media?"

"Yes, Mistress," Willow answered. "And I've found the location for the clinic, filed with the IRS for our 501(c)(3) approval, and put that money you gave me into the accounts as donations from all the other sluts."

"Wow, when did all this happen?" Mark asked me, handing the phone back to Jessica. Her face lit up as she spoke to her boss.

I smiled at Mark. "I have my ways," I said mysteriously. My ways were texting. When I wasn't sucking Mark's cock while driving, I was texting away, arranging all the details. "And the fund raiser, we're set for a week from Friday?"

"Yes, Mistress," Willow said.

"Oh, thank you, Master," Jessica squealed and through her arms around Mark's neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. "I have to get dressed." I guess she was no longer suspended

34 drove us down to the end of the street in her Orting Police car. There were over a dozen reporters and cameramen, waiting in front of the street. We got out and were greeted by a barrage of questions and shouts as the reporters fought to be the first to ask us a question while camera's snapped and flashed. I swallowed, suddenly nervous, clutching Mark's arm like a scared little girl.

"Quiet!" Mark roared and they all shut up. I took a deep breath. Mark was in control, I had nothing to be nervous about. We were better than these reporters, special. I shouldn't be afraid of them. "Good, I'm Mark Glassner, and this is my fiancee, Mary. We'll give you an interview, but there have to be some ground rules. One, film us from the waist up. Two, do not ever mention our nudity or any sexual acts you witness. Three, you will repeat the story that we are innocents, victims of an overzealous reporter who believes the lies of Brandon Fitzsimmons, a man bitter about his wife leaving him. Fourth, you will promote our charity." Mark glanced at me.

"Women's Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment," I answered. And Mark blinked. It was quite a mouthful, I know.

"Everyone understand?" The reporters nodded. "Good."

I saw a cute reporter, her round face framed by curly, red hair. Her lips were big, lush, and covered with a bold, red lipstick. She wore a charcoal blazer and matching pencil skirt. A light gray, silk blouse, the top few buttons undone, showed a bit of her freckled chest. I could see a wedding ring glinting gold on her left hand. Fuck, those lips were so lush they were just begging to suck cock.

"You, what's your name," I said, pointing at the reporter.

"Debra Horne-Dannell, Q13 News," the reporter answered, an excited look on her face.

"Well, it's your lucky day," I told her. "You get to come her and suck on my man's cock."

"Really?" she happily asked. This is what I was afraid of when I asked for the power to control people, how much I would enjoy it. How addicting it is to make people dance for you. I was afraid of what I might do someday. "I've never been this lucky before."

She handed her microphone to her producer and came forward, her hips rolling in her tight skirt. "You're the best, Mare," Mark said as Debra carefully knelt down before him and grasped his hardening cock. I looked down to see those lush lips open up and sucked Mark's cock into her mouth.

"I know how horny you are, Mark," I told him fondly and he put his arm around me and kissed me gently on the lips.

"I love you, Mare," Mark said tenderly and I melted inside.

"Love you right back, my horny stallion," I told him, and reached down to squeeze his ass. It was firm, now, not the flabby ass of two weeks ago when I met him.

We faced the cameras, from the waist up you'd never know Mark was getting his dick sucked by a beautiful reporter. "Okay, ready, let's start now." Mark paused and we both smiled. "Hi, I'm Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee Mary. We have been unfairly targeted by this Carlos Guiterrez from KING 5. Everything he said about me and my family is absolute slander."

"What about those surveillance photos?" a reported asked.

"Doctored," Mark answered. "Brandon Fitzsimmons is very bitter that his wife left him for me."

"I thought his wife was a Desiree Fitzsimmons, yet you stand here with a different woman?" a pretty, Black reporter asked. Her eyes kept flicking down to Debra. The reporter slut was bobbing her head now, nosily sucking Mark's cock. All the reporter kept looking at Debra and many of the men were sporting bulges and must be wishing Debra would suck their cock.

"Is there a law against a man having more than one lover?" I asked. "Mark and I have a very loving, open relationship and Desiree is special to the both of us." And then I kissed Mark on the lips, my hand reaching down to caress the head of Debra Horne-Darnell, Q13 News, as she bobbed her head on Mark's cock.

"Are you a bigamist, Mr. Glassner?" a blonde, female reporter asked.

"Bigamy is illegal," Mark said. "But maybe that should change. Our state recently allowed gay marriage. This is the twenty-first century, we shouldn't be telling people who they can or cannot marry. And if someone wants to have more than one wife, who are we to tell them no."

"And how do you feel, Mary, about that?" a male reporter asked.

"As long as I'm the number one wife, Mark can have all the women he wants," I answered with a smile and few of the reporters chuckled. "I think we all can agree that consenting adults shouldn't have any restrictions on whom they wish to be their partner or even how many partners they can have. America is about freedom and the government has long oppressed those of us pursing an alternative lifestyle." Wow, I didn't mean to say all that, but it felt great. Mark gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

"You're the first woman in my heart, Mare," Mark said and this time he kissed me, moaning in my mouth as he came down the pretty reporter's lush mouth. A few of the female reporters "awwwed" us.

"But, I'm glad Carlos slandered us," I said, a little breathless from the kiss, "because it gives Mark and I the opportunity to talk about our charity, Young Ladies Reproductive Health. We are planning to open a free OB/GYN clinic right here in South Hill for any young woman who is struggling to get buy. We just want to make sure young women get the reproductive health they need. And we're partnering with Dr. Willow WolfTail to make this dream a reality."

Mary held out her hand and Willow walked out. "Hi, I am Dr. WolfTail. I practice OB/GYN at Group Health in Tacoma and as healthcare costs rise I wish to provide a place for those less fortunate to get the care they need. Thanks to several, generous donors, we have purchased a medical office right here in South Hill. But we need money to buy equipment and renovate the building, so on June 28th, we will hosting a charity diner at the Puyallup Rotary Club. All proceeds will go to funding this very important medical clinic."

"This sounds like a great charity," a male reporter said, "is there a website people can go on."

Willow smiled and answered the question. She was a natural at this.

Mary and I were walking arm in arm back to our home from Madeleine's house. Mary was walking a little stiffly, her legs sore from jogging. The press conference went well. It was wild, getting sucked off by the reporter while being questioned by the media. She was a talent cocksucker, and I filled her mouth with cum before we finished.

The Club went great. Mary was a such a good trooper. She was as out of shape as I had been on the first day, but she kept up with us and made it to Madeleine's house where she enjoyed the two teenage girls, Cassie and Issy, while I fucked Belinda and Anastasia.

"Where's Karen?" I asked the sluts as they sat around the dining room table eating eggs and bacon.

"She was still sleeping when I got up," Xiu answered. All the sluts had to double up in beds with each other, not that any of them complained. At any given time during the night, you could find a pair of bedmates pleasuring each other. Xiu was Karen's bedmate.

I headed downstairs to the basement where we had set up three beds for the sluts to sleep in. Karen was still sleeping in her bed. "Karen, wake up," I barked. Lazy slut. She didn't stir. I walked over and shook her. Her body flopped onto her back, listless. "Karen?"

"What's wrong with her, Mark?" Mary asked, fear in her voice.

"I don't know," I told her. She was breathing, softly, and I could feel a pulse fluttering in her throat.

Her eyes flickered and open. "Master," she murmured. "I...I feel so weak."

Mark and I sat at the table, picking at the cold eggs and bacon Desiree made, earlier. Karen had just been placed into an ambulance, on her way to the hospital. She was accompanied by Thamina, our nurse slut and Willow was going to meet her at Good Sam and find out what was wrong with her.

"She was sick in the morning last week," I said. "It was like morning sickness, only she swore she couldn't be pregnant."

"Well, she's in good hands," Mark said. "And we have a lot of things to get done today."

I frowned at Mark, wanting to protest that our Karen was in the hospital. But he was right, she was in good hands. "What?"

"I've done some looking on the internet about a plane, and I found one," Mark said. "A Gulfstream IV. It's used, but in excellent condition. It'll cost $27 million. So, I need to rob a few banks. Plus, we'll need some pilots."

"Where do you get pilots from?" I asked and Mark smiled.

"Let me make a few phone calls."

I had my own phone call to make. I had promised to let Alice know what happened and I forgot all about it in the euphoria of freeing Mark. The first thing I told her was to ignore my commands if she wanted to. Alice had fast become my best friend and I didn't want to control her. She wasn't happy that I stayed with Mark. She didn't know about the deals with the Devil or the spells, and didn't understand how I could stay with Mark after what he did.

"We worked it out, Alice," I told her, finally getting mad at her bad mouthing Mark. "Okay, Alice. We love each other."

"Fine," Alice said, bitterly. "You worked out his infidelity and his insults. Good for you. When can we get together?"

"I don't know," I told her. "Things are busy, I'll let you know."

"Fine."

"Don't be bitch, Alice," I said. "It's just crazy around here, okay. We'll get together when we can."

"All right, Mary," she sighed, disappointed. "I really need you, though."

"I gotta go," I told her, frowning at her last comment. What did that mean?

"You ready, Mare?" Mark asked. "We'll need to rob three banks, I think."

"Yeah, Mark," I said. "Let me give the sluts their orders."

I handed the sluts our guest list for our wedding and instructions on the fancy invitations they were to fill out and print and mail out for us. When they finished with the invitations, they need to figure out the seating arrangements and how many tables and chairs and tents we would need for our outdoor wedding. It was just a month away, I realized. Having the sluts take care of all the tedious details was such a relief.

"We'll get it done, Mistress," Allison said, chipper.

"And how is your wedding preparations going, Allison?" I asked her.

"On Tuesday, Desiree has a family court appearance, she's petitioning to annul her marriage with Brandon," Allison answered. "If you or Master could be there to speed up the process, me and Desiree would be very grateful."

"Oh, I think we can arrange that," I told her and she gave me a big hug and a kiss.

Mark was hanging up his phone. "We have an appointment with the plane owner in Gig Harbor at four," Mark told me. "And tomorrow, we'll go up to Seattle to interview some pilots."

"Where did you find pilots so fast?" I asked, curious. "Is there like a Labor Ready for out of work pilots or something?"

Mark smiled. "Alaska Airlines has their headquarters in SeaTac. I just spoke to their head of HR and he's finding us a list of candidates."

"Attractive women?" I asked, with a sly smile. I knew how Mark thought. "How many female pilots are there."

"Oh, there's a couple," Mark said with a shrug.

15 and 16 were our bodyguard's this morning and it took Mark just a few minutes of reckless speeding to get down to the Bank of America branch on Meridian in South Hill. Mark popped the trunk, pulled out a few empty duffel bags and tossed them to our bodyguards and we walked arm in arm to the bank entrance.

15 opened the door for us and we walked in, our bodyguard's flanking us. My heart was hammering with excitement and my cunt was moistening. Everyone in the bank turned and stared at us, a hush fell over the room. People swallowed nervously, I could hear whispers, "It's that guy from the news." We must have been quite a sight, walking in so boldly, with our slutty cops as our escorts.

"I see my reputation has proceeded me," Mark said, boldly. "Well, don't be afraid. None of you will be hurt. Branch manager, start the time lock. And none of you will ever speak about what happens here today." Mark snapped his finger, "Oh, and no one hit the silent alarm."

"Sorry," a pretty woman muttered. She had short, black hair and a hungry, predatory mouth that made my cunt weep. "I recognized you from the news. I'm so very sorry, Mr. Glassner."

Her name tag read Kelli. "Come here, Kelli," I snapped. "You can make it up by licking my pussy."

I sat in own of the plush chairs set aside for the merchant line and hiked up my loose, blue skirt. I wasn't wearing any panties and I felt pretty wet down there. Mark smiled at me and then took 16's police radio, turning it up.

"That's dispatch sending four units here," 16 said as she listened to the near incomprehensible squawks coming out of the radio.

Mark took the radio. "This is Mark Glassner. Cancel the call at the Bank of America on Meridian. Everything is under control here."

"Yes, sir," the dispatcher squawked back and Mark thrust the radio back to 16.

"15, don't let anyone enter," Mark barked. 15 saluted and marched to the door and went outside, standing at attention before the door.

Kelli was walking towards me. She had a tight, sleeveless blouse that molded to her tiny tits, cut little A Cups, and a short, pleated black skirt. As she walked, I could see the tops of her thigh-high black stockings and the clasps of the garter belt holding them up. She had a sex sway to her hips and was licking her lips.

"Are you excited to eat my pussy," I asked as she knelt before me."

"Yes, mam," she whispered. "I saw you at the mall last night. You were so beautiful. I wanted to just walk up and kiss you. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

My cunt was positively gushing buckets of cunt juice as she complimented me. I knew it was just my wish speaking, but it was still flattering as hell. I spread my legs wide and her eyes fell to my waxed cunt. Her fingers reached out and touched the little heart of fiery hair that grew just above my slit.

"So soft," she murmured.

I gasped as she started licking at my cunt, her tongue quick and deft, as she circled my slit, teasing me. She spread me open, licking at my inner labia, every touch of her tongue sending tingles of pleasure through my cunt. I moaned softly, closing my eyes and enjoying the woman's pussy eating. I was feeling hot, so I started unbuttoning my blouse, spilling out my tits.

"Everyone just go about your banking," Mark was ordering, his arms around another pretty bank teller. Her nametag read Donna. She had deep, blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. She wore a conservative blouse that she was unbuttoning, revealing a nice pair of breasts in a wispy, black bar that Mark unclasped in the front, spilling out her round melons and hard nipples.

Mark bent her over a loan officer's desk. The loan officer was a balding black guy who just kept right on talking on his phone as Mark hiked up the bank teller's skirt and pulled down her brown pantyhose and black panties. Donna's muff was covered in soft, blonde fur and Mark ran his finger through it then pulled out his cock and thrust into the bank teller.

"Oh yes," she moaned as Mark fucked her. "Mmhh, that felt wonderful."

"Yes, sorry, it's a little noisy in the bank," the loan officer said absently into his phone as his eyes were focused on the bank teller getting fucked on his desk. Donna's tits were hanging down and swinging back and forth as Mark pounded her cunt. "I need to call you back," he muttered, hanging up.

A young woman in line kept looking back at me, she seemed oddly familiar. Those green eyes were so familiar. An image floated up of those green eyes looking up at me from between my thighs as she licked my cunt. And then I remembered. I fucked her in the changing room at Hot Topic the day I met Mark. Mark had been fucking Lillian in the front of the store while I was shopping for clothes. Her name was...Anne.

"Hey, Anne, come on over," I waved.

Anne walked over, a smile on her pierced lip. She was wearing a short, green and red plaid catholic schoolgirl skirt. A very short skirt, I could practically see her panties as the skirt swayed. Her legs were clad in knee-high socks and heeled shoes. Her blouse was a low cow cut, white frilly thing that cupped her breasts.

She sat next to me and I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her into a kiss. Her lip piercings rubbed wickedly on my lips as we frenched. Her hands reached out and started playing with my exposed breasts, her fingers gently playing with my achingly hard nipples. Kelli was sliding her tongue through my slit, now, dipping into my wet hole. I wiggled in pleasure as she slid a finger slowly inside me, as her tongue attacked my clit.

"You're so fucking tight!" Mark was moaning as he pounded the bank teller. "So goddamn fucking tight." I could hear the slut moaning on my fiancee's cock, the desk scratching the floor as it rocked from the force of Mark's thrusts.

I pushed Anne's face down to my tits and gasped as she sucked a nipple into her mouth. I could feel the cold, metallic lip piercing rubbing on my sensitive aerola. Kelli had slipped a second finger up inside me and was sucking my clit, hard, while her tongue played with it between her lips. My hips were starting to twitch as my orgasm built.

"Oh, you fucking sluts are going to make me cum," I moaned. "Yes, fuck yes! Keep it up! You dirty whores!"

The pressure was building inside my womb, the two sluts every touch adding more and more pleasure until I could no longer take it. I screamed as my body writhed in the chair. My cunt clenched on Kelli's invading fingers and I could feel fresh fluids flooding out of my cunt into her eager mouth. Gasping, I pulled Kelli up and kissed her predatory mouth, tasting my sweet, spicy flavor on her lips.

"Fuck that was good," I told her. I grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, buttons popping off. She wasn't wearing a bra, her little A cup titties didn't need them. Her nipples were tiny, and both were pierced with the thinnest, gold rings.

I bent down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, playing with the tiny, gold ring with my tongue as Kelli moaned her pleasure. I reached down and found she wasn't wearing panties beneath her skirt. This was one nasty slut. Her pussy was shaved bare and she had large, fat pussy lips. I caressed them, feeling her shudder on my lap. Anne captured Kelli's other nipple in her lips and we suckled side by side on her.

When my finger was coated in Kelli's pussy juices, I slid my hand around her waist, to her ass, and found her puckered asshole and worked my finger up inside her. "Oh wow!" Kelli gasped. "Hmm, yes. I love ass play." Kelli giggled wickedly.

"Gonna flood your slutty pussy with my cum," Mark was moaning. He must be fucking her pretty fast from the sound of the slap of flesh. Donna was just moaning and gasping as he fucked her. "Had a nice cum, slut?" Mark asked. "Because I loved how your cunt massaged my cock, whore! And here is your reward."

I could almost hear him shooting his cum into her nasty snatch and I licked my lips. I just had to taste that. I pushed Kelli back and then grabbed her nipple ring and led her to Mark as she squealed in pain. Mark was just pulling out of Donna, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Hey, Mare," he said with a smile, eying the slut I was guiding by her nipple.

"This slut likes it up the ass," I told him and pushed Kelli at him.

"Do you, slut?" Mark asked, pinching her nipple. "Do you just love getting fucked up your tight, nasty ass?"

"Yes, I love it up the ass," Kelli gasped.

I motioned Anne to come over as I started stroking Donna's exposed ass. "Stay bent over, slut."

"Yes, miss," she murmured.

Anne walked over and I pointed down on the floor. Ann stretched out and I sat on her face. I shivered in pleasure as Anne begin kissing my cunt, her piercing rubbing deliciously about my pussy. I spread Donna's cunt open, just like a pretty, just fucked flower, oozing my fiancee's cum. I licked through her slit, tasting the tangy, honey flavor of her cunt and the salty flavor of Mark's cum.

I loved eating Mark's cum out of another woman's cunt. Creampie was my favorite kind of pie. I dove into Donna's cunt, licking and sucking every drop of Mark's cum I could find in her warm, delicious depths. Anne was eating my cunt with the same gusto, drinking my juices, while her finger crept ever closer to my asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Kelli moaned from nearby. Mark must be reaming her ass now. I could hear him moaning softly, his balls slapping against her flesh. "Fuck that's amazing! Fuck my ass! Hmm, harder!" The slap of flesh few louder and faster as Mark fucked the sluts ass. There was a loud gasp from Kelli. "Umm, tug on my piercing! Fuck my ass! God, you're such a stud!"

Anne's finger had finally reached my asshole, teasing my puckered anus with her finger, sending wicked thrills through my body. Her tongue was digging into my pussy, wiggling up inside me as her finger began to wiggle up inside my ass. My own tongue was shoving in and out of Donna's tight cunt. I had found all of Mark's tasty cum, now it was time to make the bank teller slut cum on my lips. I pinched Donna's clit, rubbing the little pearl between my fingers as I sucked on her tasty cunt. Her hips were starting to shake and her breathing was getting faster and faster, her moans louder and longer.

"Umm, that feel's so good," Donna murmured. "Oh, miss, you're going to make me cum! Oh, wow, oh wow, so amazing!" Her body writhed on the desk and a flood of juices squirted on my face, drenching me, running down my breasts. I was coated in delicious pussy juices as Donna moaned and panted like a bitch on the desk.

"You fucking slut!" I snapped in mock anger, and pinched her sensitive clit. She bucked in pain. "I'm covered in your pussy juices. Lick me clean, slut."

"Sorry, miss!" Donna gasped.

She knelt next to me and I grabbed her blonde hair and pushed her mouth down to my drenched tits. She started lapping her female-cum up, her tongue grazing my nipples, adding more pleasure to what Anne was generating in my ass and pussy. I was rubbing my cunt on Anne's face, riding her face as her tongue probed the sensitive flesh of my pussy.

Next to my face was Mark's ass, clenching as he fucked in and out of Kelli's asshole. I licked my lips, watching my fiancee's firm butt. The out of shape, flabby Mark I met was almost gone, replaced by a toned and fit stud with an ass any woman would find hot. His hard cock was disappearing into the cleft of Kelli's ass and coming back out. In and out, god she was lucky. I loved Mark's cock reaming my ass

"How's her ass?" I moaned.

"Tight!" Mark grunted. "And about to be full of my cum."

"Cream her ass, hun. I'm going to cream this slut's face."

Donna switched breasts, licking up her sticky juices off my freckled breasts. My eyes were fixed onto Mark's ass and cock as he fucked Kelli while I ground my cunt on Anne's sucking lips. Donna's mouth found my hard nipple and began to gently lick it, swirling her tongue about my areola, lightly brushing the turgid nipple rising hard.

Mark grunted and groaned and pulled out of Kelli's gaping ass, white cream leaking slowly out, down her crack to her taint. I grabbed Donna's face and turned her to Mark's dirty cock and whispered in her ear, "Lick it clean, slut. Revel in the flavor of Kelli's ass!"

I flooded Anne's greedy mouth as I came watching Donna's tongue lick Mark's cock clean. "Have a good one, Mare?" he asked me as I shuddered on Anne's tongue.

"Yeah," I panted. "We should go to the bank more often."

"Well, we still have to rob two more," Mark said with that boyish grin of his.

"Doctor WolfTail, here are the test result," nurse Marley said, handing me Karen's chart. Thamina was sitting next to Karen, holding our slut-sisters hands. Karen was festooned with medical equipment. An oxygen mask, IV's, EKG monitors. She had been unconscious most of the day, but she would occasionally wake up and ask after Master and Mistress before falling back unconscious.

Mistress wanted me to look after her, so I represented myself as Karen's private doctor, which I was, I guess. I was all the sluts doctors, and Master and Mistress's as well. I glanced at the blood results, she was anemic, not surprising, her white blood cell count was normal, so not an infection, and I blinked. That couldn't be right. "These hGC levels can't be this high," I muttered to myself. They were 156,704 mIU/ml. "I need a transvaginal ultrasound, nurse."

The nurse returned in a few minutes with the ultrasound and we placed Karen in stirrups, I lubed the probe of the ultrasound and inserted it gently up her vagina, guiding the probe as I watched the screen. And there it was. A yolk sack. She was pregnant. And, based off the size, for 8 weeks and 4 days.

I frowned. When Karen started having the morning sickness symptoms, she swore that her last period started twelve days ago, on the seventh of June. What was going on here. She also insisted that a nun couldn't get pregnant, one of the gifts they were given. So, she'd only been having unprotected sex for little more than a week since her powers were broken.

Then how the hell was she eight-and-a-half weeks pregnant.

Mary and I walked out of the third Bank of America we robbed today, this one down on Pearl Street in Tacoma. It was a disappointing bank. Three male tellers and a female loan officer that was as stout as an outhouse. What's this world coming to when there were not even a moderately attractive bank teller. But Mary and I made the best of it.

"Umm, I've been thinking about your cock in my tight little ass all day," Mary whispered in my ear, rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. "What do you say, stud. Want to give your filly a nice ride?"

"I always want to give my filly a great fucking ride," I answered and kissed my sweet Mary on the lips.

There was a leather couch at this branch and I bent Mary over the arm rest, hiked up her blue skirt, exposing her beautifully plump ass. I gave her soft cheeks a squeeze, knelt down and spread her open, revealing her brown, puckered asshole. Mary sighed in pleasure as I started to rim her, enjoying her sour flavor. I loved every part of my Mary.

I pushed at the tight ring of her asshole, slipping in and swirling about her velvety, hot walls, coating her insides with saliva. I pushed my tongue as deep as it could go, then pulled back and fucked it in again. Mary was sighing in pleasure as I rimmed her ass.

"Umm, ream my ass, hun!" panted Mary. "God, I love getting my ass eaten out!"

I stuck to fingers up into her cunt, getting them good and soaked and pushed them into her tight ass. I slid them in and out, lubing her asshole until her my fingers were disappearing into her ass with ease. Then I stood up, and pushed my cock into her pussy, burying all the way into her tight depths. When I pulled out my cock was sticky with natures lube, pussy juices, and moved my cock to her tight asshole.

"Wait," Mary said and I stopped. She stood up and walked around to lie down on the leather couch, the leather creaking as she laid across it on her back and wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling her legs back, exposing her ass and cunt. "Come fuck your mare, my randy stallion!"

I eagerly crawled on top of her, her legs resting on my shoulders as I pushed my cock into her ass. I leaned over her, holding myself up on my arms as my dick slowly slid into her tight hole. Mary's green eyes twinkled in excitement as I stared into her emerald depths. I made my love to my fiancee's ass as an entire bank full of customers, tellers, and loan officers watched. Let them watch, let them see how much I loved my naughty filly.

"Oohh, your cock feels so amazing in my ass, Mark," Mary gasped beneath me. I was picking up my pace, fucking her faster and faster. Her ass was hot and gripped my cock firmly, pleasantly. "Yes, yes! God I love you, love your cock!"

"Love your ass, Mare!" I groaned. "Love your cunt, love your breasts. I love your emerald eyes, and I love you most of all." I was fucking her harder, pounding her ass. I wasn't going to last long, her bowels felt too good on my cock.

Mary had a happy smile on her face, her hands reached up and caressed my cheek. "You're making me cum, stud! Mmhh, my naughty stallions making me cum!"

Her ass was squeezing my cock as she bucked beneath me. I fucked her harder and harder as she moaned her orgasm. I was getting so close, my thrust becoming more furious as I neared the precipice. I was almost there and then I exploded in my sweet filly's ass, moaning through my teeth. Mary's legs spread open and I collapsed on her, kissing her sweet mouth as we held each other, cuddling and kissing and just enjoying holding each other.

When the bodyguard sluts finished loading the money, I pulled out of my Mary's ass, white cum trickling out onto the leather. Mary knelt down and licked my cock clean of her ass while 15 knelt behind her and licked her asshole clean of my cum. 15 fingered Mary to another orgasm while Mary swallowed the load I shut in her mouth.

We were near the Narrows Bridge and across the Narrows was Gig Harbor and the owner of the plane we were going to buy. But we still had more than an hour to kill so we had a delightful lunch at Joeseppi's, this great Italian restaurant across the parking lot from the bank we just robbed.

After lunch, we crossed the Tacoma Narrows, a, well, narrow part of the Puget Sound between the city of Tacoma and Gig Harbor. We got off highway 16 at the first exit after the bridge, heading towards the Tacoma Narrows Airport. I found a parking spot in front of the small facilities building for the airport and head inside.

"Mark?" a distinguished looking, older man asked.

He was sitting on a lounge seat next to a gorgeous woman, tall and willowy, long black hair that fell in beautiful curves around her delicate face. She looked bored, sitting gracefully in a wrap-around, flowery dress that left her right shoulder and belly exposed, and molded to her round breasts. The skirt was short, and her legs were gorgeous, delicately crossed to show off her toned calves. My cock stirred and I glanced at Mary and saw her eying the woman, lust twinkling in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm Mark and this is my fiancee, Mary," I introduced.

The man had a firm handshake. "I am Julius Prescott III, and this is my lovely wife, Monique." His lovely trophy wife, I thought.

"Pleased to meet you," Monique said, in a bored French accent. Even bored, that accent was sexy as hell. When Monique's eyes fell on Mary a hungry look appeared. She reached out and gently clasped Mary's hand, rubbing her fingers sensuously across the back of Mary's hand. "There is a quaint little bar nearby, maybe we can go and talk and let our men do business."

"No, why don't come along, I love watch my man do business," Mary replied. "I think you'll find it very entertaining."

"Very well," Monique said, hooking her arm around Mary's.

Julius led us to a golf cart. "Well, let's start by taking a look at the plane." We piled in and he drove along the runway to one of the larger hangers. Inside was the almost ninety-foot long, narrow airplane. It was white, with triangular wings and two engines mounted on the fuselage of the plane, near the tail. Her tail number was N7301G.

"And there are no problems?" I asked Julius.

"No, I've maintained her very carefully," Julius answered. "Would you like to see the maintenance records?"

"No, I trust you," I told him. After all, he had to do what I said.

"Well, she configured to seat ten comfortably and I added a small, rear cabin with a bed," Julius confided. "It makes long flights much easier when you can stretch out in a real bed. The seats can all recline back and are somewhat comfortable to sleep on."

He led us to the door and its fold out stairs and led us inside. The cockpit was a complicated set of controls and gauges, with both a pilot and copilot seats. Then there was a small galley and jump-seats for two flight attendants. The main seating area of the plane had two rows of five, very comfy looking chairs, almost recliners, with built in TV screens that folded out and personal bluray players.

"Top of the line stuff," Julius insisted and then gaped.

Mary was sitting on the seat and pulled Monique into her lap the two ladies were passionately making out. Mary was reaching behind her where the wrap of her dresses gathered in a careful knot of bundled cloth and pulled. The wrap came undone, unwinding as it fell away from her torso, exposing a magnificent pair of breasts that Mary buried her face in, rubbing her cheeks against the silky-soft mounds.

"Monique!" Julius said with a strangled gasp. "Wh-what are you doing!"

I clapped a hand on him. "It's perfectly okay for your wife to fuck Mary and myself, Julius."

"Oh, of course," Julius apologized, flushing. "I don't know what came over me."

"Well, those are some magnificent tits on your wife," I said with a leer. "I'd be jealous, too."

"Anyway, we have satellite TV and high speed internet," Julius said as continued he tour. He led me back to the small cabin, dominated by a queen sized bed. "Well Mark, you can see how lovingly I took care of my plane."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll take it."

"Very good," Julius said and shook my hand.

"Go see my cops and they'll give you the $26 million," I said. "I hope cash will be fine."

"Of course that's just fine," Julius said, a stunned look on his face. The guy was a billionaire and probably never seen that much real cash before.

"We're going fuck your wife for a while," I told him, slapping an arm on his shoulder. "When we're done, if you could have your pilots fly the plan to Thun Field in South Hill where I've got a hanger."

"Oh, absolutely," Julius said. "You do understand that the pilots do not come with the plane."

"I'm in the hiring process for the crew," I said with a smile. Hopefully a sexy crew.

Monique was moaning delightfully as her husband walked passed her. Mary had Mrs. Prescott's panties pulled down, a lacy lilac scrap of cloth that was bunched around her left ankle, while Mary was skillfully fingering the French woman.

"Ohh, you have a magic touch," Monique purred and captured Mary's lips in a kiss, their tongues were twining about the other's. A real French kiss, I though with a smile.

I walked over to the ladies, unzipping my pants and stroking my hard cock as pulled it out. Monique broke the kiss and stared at my cock. "Suck it," Mary whispered in her ears.

I groaned as Monique's soft lips kissed my cock, her tongue gently caressing the sensitive head of my cock. Mary bent her head down and captured one of Monique's dark nipple with her red lips. Monique gave a throaty laugh and a soft moan and then her hungry mouth sucked in my cock. She sucked hard, then pulled her mouth back, letting her soft lips caress my cock head as she pulled back.

"Fuck, that's nice," I moaned

Her tongue licked out across the tip, playing with my urethra and then sucked my cock back into her mouth. She started bobbing her head, her tongue agile as it danced about my cock. Monique moaned on my cock, vibrating my dick, as she came on Mary's fingers. Mary pulled out her drenched finger, rubbed the woman's cunt juices on her nipple and sucked into her mouth.

Mary kissed up the woman's neck, her chin and then Mary's lips were on the woman's mouth as she sucked on my cock. The woman popped my cock out of her mouth and the two women started swirling their tongues about my cock head, kissing each other with my cock between their wet tongues.

I could feel my balls tightening beneath their onslaught. "You two are fucking hot," I moaned. "Get ready! I got bunch of tasty cum for you two vixens!"

"Ohh, cum on our faces," Monique purred with her sexy, French lilt.

"Give it too me, stallion," Mary moaned. "Give us a cum-bath!"

White, ropey cum shot out of my cock, splattering Mary's forehead and cheek. The second blast landed across Monique's nose and lips and a third blast fell on her round tits. A fourth, small squirt hit Mary's other cheek as she bent down to lick at the cum that splattered on Monique's round breasts, her tongue dragging across the silky, smooth orbs and flicked at a hard, dark nipple.

"What do you thing, Mare," I asked. "Do you think Monique would make a great stewardess?"

Mary giggled as Monique lapped at the sticky cum on her forehead. "Hmm, she would look delicious as a sexy stewardess." Mary pulled Monique's mouth to her, the pair swapping my salty cum between them. When she broke the kiss, a thin strand of cum momentarily connected their lips before it snapped. "You're going to be our stewardess, Monique," Mary told her. "You'll buy yourself a naughty stewardess outfit from a sex shop. The sluttier the better. Whenever we need to fly somewhere, we'll give you a call."

Monique giggled. "Absolutely, ma chérie."

"We fly out Friday from Thun Field for the weekend, be there by two PM," I told her.

"I will," she purred. "It sounds like so much fun."

"How big is the bed?" Mary asked.

"Big enough," I said with a grin, and helped the two ladies to their feet.

Monique's dress fell the rest of the way off of her, exposing the round curves of her ass and hips and a shaved cunt drenched in her fluids. Mary peeled out of her clothing and then the two ladies pulled my clothes the rest of the way off. I kissed Monique on her sweet lips, enjoying my first real French kiss, and then pushed her back onto the bed, her black hair fanning out across the bed.

"Time to make me cum, cutie," Mary purred and straddled Monique's face.

Monique giggled. "Your clam looks so tasty."

Mary gasped in delight as Monique licked at her pussy. I picked up Monique's hips and lined up at her wet cunt, shoving my cock into her cunt. Monique gave a naughty squeal as my cock plowed into her wet, tight cunt. I fucked her hard and slowed and watched as her breasts waved back and forth from the strength of my thrust.

"Bet your husband doesn't fuck you as hard?" Mary moaned as she admired my cock disappearing and reappearing out of Monique's cunt.

"No, not my husband," Monique admitted. "But a few of my lovers do."

"Ohh, so you cheat on your husband," Mary panted. "What a slutty wife we have here."

"I'm French, of course I have other lovers," Monique purred. "Julius is a fine provider, but he's old. And falls asleep so early."

"Ohh, are some of your lovers women?" Mary asked. "Because you sure know what you're doing down there."

Monique gave a throaty laugh, her pussy starting to squeeze gently at my cock. "Yes, my sweet Lize."

"Is she gorgeous?" I asked her.

"To die for," panted Monique.

"Invited her to come along and play sexy stewardess," I ordered her. "She'll be well compensated."

"Ohh, but what would her poor husband think?" Monique asked, wickedly.

"Tell him it's a girls weekend," Mary gasped. "Just get her to come."

"I will," Monique promised. "My little Lize does whatever I tell her. She's so bored. Her husband is always off working."

My phone rang from my pant's pocket. Monique's cunt felt far too good. I wasn't about to stop fucking her. I leaned over Monique, fucking her harder, delighting in the moans and coos of pleasure, and captured Mary's left nipple in my mouth. I ran my tongue across the turgid, dusky nub as Mary wrapped her arms around my head, cradling me to her bosom.

"Oh, Monique, you're going to get a sweet surprise," Mary moaned,

I nibbled at her nipple as I thrust into Monique's cunt. Mary was starting to writhe on the French woman's face. Mary stiffened and then shook and moaned loudly as she came on Monique's face. I could hear Monique's tongue lapping at her cunt, drinking in the fluid.

"Umm, what a delicious surprise," Monique purred.

Mary rolled off Monique's face and stretched out on the bed. I pushed Monique's legs up onto my shoulder, pressing her thighs together. She felt tighter on my cock as I started to pound her hard. I was getting closer and closer to flooding the cheating wife's cunt. Just a few more thrust and I'd be there.

"Oh, Mark, you're fucking me so good!" she moaned. "Umm, you are stirring up my dough with your big spoon! Ohh, yes! Jouir de, jouir de!" Her cunt spasmed on my cock, milking my cum from my balls and I felt that explosive release as my spunk shot out of my balls and coated the inside of her married pussy.

I pulled out of her, my cum oozing out. Mary spread her thighs and dived in, devouring the creampie I made for her. I walked over to my pants and fished out my phone. I didn't recognize the phone number, but whoever it was left a voice mail.

"Umm, you are one fantastic lover," Monique purred. "And taking me with my husband's knowledge." She shuddered in delight. "Such wicked people."

I punched in my password to my voicemail. "It's Noel, Master. I'm being detained by the FBI. They let me use the bathroom and missed the burner phone I had on me when...shit, I got to go."

"Mare, we need to go," I told her.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked, sitting up, cum staining her lips.

"Noel's in trouble."

We threw our clothes on, and rushed out of the plane. "My wife was satisfying, yes?" Julius asked as he handed me the papers to sign. He was waiting for us back at the cars, several duffel bags stuffed with money were sitting in the trunk of his gold BMW.

"Very satisfying," I told him. "We offered her a job, part time, as a stewardess. She's very excited about it. You should be happy for her."

"It is good that she stays busy," Julius nodded. "My work often keeps me away. Luckily she has Lize to keep her company." It was hard keeping a straight face. I knew just how Lize was keeping his wife company.

"What are you going to do with the money?" Mary asked him.

"Down payment on my new Gulfstream V," Julius said with a smile.

"Well, we have this delightful charity," Mary said. "And it would mean a lot to us if you could give a generous donation. It's tax deductible, of course, once we get our IRS approval."

"Oh, really?" Julius asked. "I always have considered myself a generous man."

"It's to help poor young women get access to free reproductive medicine," Mary explained. "We've partnered with a delightful young doctor and a sizable donation could go a long way. Say, half of what we paid you."

"I would be honored, miss," Julius smiled.

Julius kissed Mary on the cheek and then shook my hand. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Julius," I said. Well, a pleasure fucking your wife, anyways.

"I think we should abort the child," I told Dr. Yorrik. He was Chief of Medicine at Good Sam. "The mother's life is in danger." I hated having to recommended an abortion. I was an OB/GYN because I loved children. But sometimes, the life of the mother had to come first.

"This is such an unusual case, Dr. WolfTail." Dr. Yorrik muttered. "How can the embryo be growing this fast? Has it really had a days growth in just a few hours."

I nodded. If I hadn't seen what Master and Mistress could do, I wouldn't believe it myself. "Yes, Dr. Yorrik, I measured three times, you know how accurate a transvaginal ultrasound is at dating conception."

"Well we need the patient's consent, or her next of kin," Dr. Yorrik pointed out.

Or her Master's consent, I thought. Master and Mistress would need to know either way. I heard Dr. Yorrik gasp and turn pale as a flush of lust burned through my body. My nipples hardened, and my cunt wept juices. I turned and saw Lilith manifesting before us. The demoness was dressed in her tight, transparent red dress, her lush body easily visible. Her silvery hair fell in a mussed mess about her shoulders.

God, I needed to be fucked. I glanced at Dr. Yorrik. He looked pretty good for a man in his mid-fifties. Distinguished. And older man were supposed to be patient, skillful lovers. I bet he could bend me right over Karen and thrust his cock into my pussy and...I tried to concentrate. This was Lilith's doing. Try and keep it together, Willow.

"How are you here, Lilith?" I gasped, my voice strained with lust. My cunt was a wet mess in my panties, my clit hard and itching to be caressed. Mistress used her last boon, Lilith should be back in hell. Then she flickered, appearing a few inches to the left. A frown creased Lilith's beautiful face.

"Willow, pass this message to your...Master," Lilith sneered, "and that slattern, Mary. Karen's life is tied to the child growing within her. Abort the child, and Karen dies."

She flickered a second time, reappearing a foot to the right, half inside a cabinet. A look of concentration appeared on Lilith's face and then she flickered out of existence and the overwhelming lust vanished. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my beating heart. I looked at Dr. Yorrik who adjusted his pants, a pink flush suffusing his cheeks and neck. God help me, I was about ready to fuck this wrinkled old man. It was so nice to think straight again.

"Wh-what was that?" he asked.

"An impossibility," I muttered.

Mary and I raced back to Tacoma in my Mustang, following 15 and 16, the sirens and lights going on their patrol car. Noel was in trouble and we had to rescue her. What good did it do to have a spy in the FBI if she gets arrested.

The FBI field office, really a satellite office, was located in the basement of the Federal Courthouse, a gorgeous brick structure with a copper dome on Pacific Avenue in downtown Tacoma. It used to be Union Station, the main train station of Tacoma back in the heyday of train travel. But it fell into decline and Amtrak built a new station on Puyallup Avenue and the Federal Government leased the train station and turned it into the Courthouse.

"Take me to where Noel is being held," I barked at a junior FBI agent who led us back through the cramped, musty basement to a hallway and a series of doors labeled, "Interrogation."

I threw open the door and found Noel, looking tired and haggard, sitting before a metal table while a woman in a burnt-orange pantsuit was badgering her with questions. The woman turned, her prune-face pinched in a frown as she eyed us. Then her eyes widened. "How the fuck did you get in here, Mr. Glassner?" she asked, rising to her feet, her hand straying to her gun.

"Don't touch your gun," I ordered. "Who are you and why have you detained Agent Heinrich?"

"I am Special Agent Hatheway, OPR" she answered, "and Agent Heinrich is being investigated for corruption and obstruction of justice."

Two more men walked into the room a tall, skinny guy in his early forties and a short, round man, badly balding with only a ring of gray hair left. He looked like a short, fat Captain Picard. "What is the meaning of this!" the short, round man barked. "Why is he in here!"

"Calm down," I ordered. "Who are you two."

"I am SAC Kemp and this is my ASAC, Agent Donavan," the short man answered.

I frowned at the acronym and looked at Noel. "SAC is Special-Agent-in-Charge," Noel answered. "He runs the Tacoma branch and Donavan is his second."

"Good, that makes this easy," I said. "Noel is a model agent and hasn't done anything wrong. Nor have I, so stop investigating me. Nothing Mary or I do is illegal, after all."

The SAC blinked, his mind processing the commands, his anger fading away. "What are we supposed to do with all this evidence? Or the banks you...you..." he struggled to find the right word, "...borrowed money from today!" SAC Kemp demanded. "It looks bad for you, Mark. I know your innocent, but the boys back in D.C. just doesn't understand. They think you're a criminal and have my balls in a vice? What am I supposed to tell them?"

I smiled. "All right, tell them I'm part of some organized crime and that Noel is deep undercover and you just need time to build your case."

Kemp frowned, glanced at Donavan, who nodded. "Yeah, I guess we could do that. OC cases can take years to build," Donavan pointed out

"How do we explain Noel's...um...sexual favors?" the SAC asked, delicately.

I sat down, and unzipped my pants. "She's just very dedicated to maintaining her cover, willing to do anything." I pulled out my cock. "Come show them just how dedicated you are, Agent Heinrich."

Noel smiled, standing up. She lifted up her gray miniskirt and pulled off a pair of frilly, black panties, exposing her shaved pussy and landing strip of blonde hair. The FBI Agents were all gaping and Mary gave them a few reassuring orders as she sat on the table next to me.

"I'm a very dedicated FBI Agent," Noel purred as she straddled me, sinking her cunt down onto my dick. She was wet and tight and moaned like the slut she was as she impaled herself on my cock. "I'm willing to do any nasty, degrading things I have to! Anything to maintain my cover!"

"See, she's going to do what it takes stay undercover and take down the bad, evil Mike Glassner," I moaned as Noel began riding up and down on my cock. "Fuck, she's quite good at this! She deserves a medal or three for her sacrifices she's making for the Bureau."

"Yeah, sacrifices," a flushed SAC Kemp muttered as he watched Noel fuck me.

Mary eyed the three FBI agents and sighed. "16, get in here."

16, whom we left in the hallway, walked in. She had a predatory face and hungry lips, framed by curly brown hair. The bodyguard slut knelt on the floor and pushed up Mary's blue skirt and started hungrily eating out my fiancee's cunt.

"Umm, that's a good slut," Mary moaned, her eyelids fluttering. She glanced at the bulge forming in Kemp's pants. "It's okay, you can fuck her. 16'll love it, won't you, slut?"

"I'd love a dick up my cunt!" purred 16, flashing Kemp a hungry smile before Mary shoved her face back into her cunt.

Kemp dropped his brown slacks and fell to his knees, pushing up 16's short, slutty cop skirt, exposing her white ass and bushy brown cunt. He plunged in, fucking 16 hard. 16 moaned into Mary's cunt and a wicked smile played on Mary's lips as she glanced at Donavan. The tall man was rubbing at his crotch as he watched the orgy that broke out in the interrogation room.

"We don't want to leave out the ASAC," Mary cooed. "How about you fuck Agent Prune-Face. She looks like she hasn't had a dick up her cunt in years."

ASAC Donavan bent Agent Prune-Face over the table and pulled down her burnt-orange pants and white panties. He fished his cock out of his blue pants and started fucking the woman hard. I didn't blame him for fucking her face down, I wouldn't want to look at the face while fucking her either.

"Ohh, Michael," Agent Prune-Face moaned. "God, I love it when you fuck me from behind." I blinked at that. Our ASAC had a wedding ring on and this clearly wasn't his wife. Man, how ugly must his wife be if Prune-Face was a good alternative.

I decided to concentrate on the far more attractive FBI Agent riding my cock and pulled Noel's sweet lips down for a kiss. Her gray-blue eyes were misting with happiness as she rode me. When she broke the kiss, she moved her lips to my ear and licked my lobe, and whispered, "Thank you for rescuing me, Master."

"Always," I moaned. "You're one of my sluts. And no one messes with my women."

"I love you, Master."

I smiled and realized that I loved her too, that I loved all my sluts. It wasn't the heart-achingly pure love I felt for Mary, but it was love just the same. I licked at her lobe and whispered, "I love you too, slut!"

I glanced at Mary and she smiled down at me and reached out and touched Noel's head, stroking her sandy-blonde hair. "And what about me?" Mary pouted.

"I guess I love you, too, Mare," I said with a fond smile.

"I love you just as much as I love Master," Noel answered, rubbing her cheek against Mary's hand.

"I love you, too, slut," Mary told her. Then she gave a mock sigh. "And I guess I love you as well, Mark."

Noel was beaming as she rode my cock harder and faster, her cunt a hot, tight glove on my cock as she slammed her hips up and down on my lap. I gripped her ass and started fucking my cock up into her. My balls were tightening and I wanted to spill my love inside my slut. Noel was panting, throwing back her head as the pleasure trembled through her.

"I'm cumming, Master," she gasped. "Oh, thank you, thank you for letting me cum on your hard cock!"

I groaned and coated her slutty pussy with my cream and kissed her gently as she sat on my lap. My phone rang, spoiling the mood and I answered it. "What," I barked, a little testily.

"Master, it's Willow. Karen she's pregnant."

I didn't know what to say. Next to me, Mary was moaning and shuddering as she came on 16's mouth. 16 was moaning into Mary's cunt as Kemp pounded her from behind, the old guy panting and his face beet red from the effort. Agent Prune-Face was moaning like a bitch in heat for the ASAC and if the table wasn't bolted to the floor, I'm sure the table would have slid all the way to the wall by now.

"Is that why she's sick?" I asked, finally processing what she said. Mary looked down at me, curious.

"There's more, Master," Willow continued. "Lilith appeared. It's her child. And the embryo is growing very fast. Karen's eight-and-half week's pregnant in the eight days since Lilith fucked her. At the rate the embryo is growing, she'll give birth in a month."

I was lying on the green bedspread of the SeaTac Holiday Inn across the street from the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. I arrived yesterday around five o'clock. When the Bond of Avvah was broken I was driven into a nearby bathroom because of the phantom pain. And then the Ecstasy came upon me and the Angel Ramiel spoke to me, told me that our opening gambit had failed.

"What do we do now?" I had asked the Angel.

"A messier plan," Ramiel had answered sadly, as his hard cock slid into my pussy and an orgasm shuddered through my body. "A far messier plan."

"What do you...ohh wow...mean!" I moaned as his cock plunged in and out of me and orgasms rolled through my trembling body. Being touched by an Angel set all your nerves alive with pleasure, drowning your senses until only you and the Angle remained.

"Soldiers are needed, now," answered Ramiel. "Four and four and four."

"I don't under...ohhh yes, harder, umm..." and I was lost to the pleasure. When I regained my senses, I was lying face down in the stall of the ladies room in Concourse B of the airport. I washed my face off. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. Ramiel's words echoed in my mind.

At the baggage claim, a cute guy, fit and tall with brilliant, blue eyes that could melt the panties off the most prudish girl, flirted with me as we waited for our luggage. I must have spent fifteen, twenty minutes writhing on the bathroom floor, and still had to waited another fifteen minutes, albeit fifteen pleasant minutes, for my luggage.

Curtis invited me to his hotel room, and I took him up on it. When Providence provided me with a place to stay, you take it. Particularly when it came with such a handsome man. We wasted little time when we got to his room. He was kissing me, ripping off my sundress and then my underwear. He threw me down on the bed, dropped his cell phone, watch and keys on the nightstand then crawled onto the bed and we started kissing, his hands kneading my breasts while I unbelted him and pulled his hardening cock out.

He rolled over onto his back, his hard cock prodding out my sopping cunt. I broke the kiss, rising up and sliding his cock inside me. I moaned, wantonly, as his cock filled up my cunt so deliciously. I wiggled my hips a few times, getting used to his girth, then I slowly started to ride his cock, enjoying the delightful feeling of his cock's head rubbing up against the sensitive flesh of my pussy.

His hands were playing with my breasts, running up and down my sides, as he moaned and panted his enjoyment. "You've got a fucking tight pussy, Theodora!" he moaned. "God damn, this is my lucky day!"

"I love how your big cock is stretching my cunt!" I cooed. He wasn't the biggest cock, that went to a Warlock I once exorcised. The prick had wished for a huge cock and I was sore for a week afterwards. But Curtis has a nice, thick cock.

His phone rang, some pop song I didn't recognize. I may look eighteen, but I was forty-four, and was a teenager of the eighties. I couldn't believe this guy. He had a hot chick riding his cock and he was answering his phone. Well, I wasn't about to stop, I was to close to cumming to stop because my partner was an asshole.

"Hey, babe," Curtis had said, holding his phone in his right hand and used his left hand to shush me. I could see his ring finger and the tan line from a missing wedding band. The asshole was married, and speaking to his wife while I rode him. He sounded so sweet and caring as he spoke to his wife. You couldn't tell his cheating cock was in my tight pussy. "Yeah, I just got into the hotel room. The baggage claim took forever."

I kept riding him. I wasn't the one cheating on my spouse, so why should I feel guilty. I had my indulgence, nothing I did was a sin until I finished my mission. His cock felt too amazing to stop, anyways, and there was this naughty thrill running through my body. It should be his wife riding his cock, not me. I was taking her place. Curtis's eyes were rooted to my heaving breasts as he spoke to his wife.

"Yeah, it was a long flight and I'm beat," Curtis told his wife, reaching up with his left hand to cup my tit, rolling my nipple pleasantly between his fingers. "I'll probably watch some TV and then crash."

My orgasm neared and I grit my teeth and tried not to make too much noise as I came on his cock. This was so exciting, so fucking hot. Listening to Curtis while he talked to his wife got me off faster than I was used. I kept fucking his cock, grinding my clit into his groin, hoping to get another cum out of him.

"Just the TV," Curtis lied to cover up the few moans that escaped my lips. "Yeah, some stupid movie's on. So, what are you wearing?" He gave a throaty laugh. "The purple bra, I love that on you. Umm, why don't you pull off your bra and rub your dark nipples." He paused. "Yeah, babe, I'm jerking off so hard thinking about your sexy body, your chocolate breasts. I wish you were here, riding my cock." He was breathing hard, listening to his wife talk dirty to him. "Fuck, babe, you're really revving my motors tonight."

Feeling naughty, I leaned over, rubbing my breasts against his chest and began licking at his neck and ears, moaning my pleasure softly. The bed was squeaking as he started fucking his hips up into me.

"I'm imagining you're on top of me, Latoya," he moaned into the phone, "your hips writhing on me, your cunt so wet and tight on my cock. Your breasts are rubbing into my chest and you're licking and whispering such naughty things into my ear."

I could almost hear his wife saying those nasty things to him. My clit was rubbing into his groin as we fucked and I could feel a second orgasm building inside me. He gripped my ass, squeezing my firm cheek as he thrust hard inside me.

"I'm cumming, Latoya!" he gasped and I could feel his hot cum spraying inside me. "I'm pretending its your pussy I'm flooding!" I moaned, a low throaty sound as my cunt spasmed on his cock. "Thanks, Latoya," Curtis whispered. "Love you."

I rolled off him, panting in pleasure. I glanced at Curtis and he was asleep, snoring softly. God, what an asshole.

I fucked him again in the morning, though. He was paying for my hotel room, and his cock felt amazing in my cunt. Then he went down to attend the conference, telling me not to expect him back until around seven or eight that night, so I had the day to myself.

All day I sat in the room, trying to ignore Ramiel's words. But they just wouldn't leave my mind. A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. I went out for a jog up the busy International Boulevard. I tried watching the planes land and take off at the airport. Nothing worked. Ramiel's words just echoed in my mind.

A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four.

I returned to the hotel room, hungry, and ordered room service for lunch. Let the cheating asshole pay for it. He claimed he only cheated on his wife a few times a year when he was out of town, but I bet the asshole cheated on the poor woman all the time. Only someone comfortable in cheating could talk to his wife while fucking another woman.

I was flipping through the channels. Over 200 and nothing worth watching. I was trying to distract myself. My stomach roiled with fear. I had two Warlocks to defeat. And Lilith of the Black Moon and of the Empty Womb, had been summoned. How was I supposed to face all that on my own. My best hope had been the Bond of Avvah and that failed.

A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. Those words just wouldn't leave me alone, gnawing away at my stomach. I just had to have faith that His Providence would guide me. Scripture always said God would never give you a burden you were not strong enough to carry. I just needed to have faith.

There was a knock at the door, interrupting my worry.

I turned the TV off, frowning. I didn't order anymore room service and the maids had already been in here to clean. I got off the bed and walked to the hotel room and opened the door, curious at what I'd fine. There were two women standing on the doorstep. The first was a tall, black woman. And I mean black. I've never seen someone with such dark skin before. The other women was a short, busty Latina with a tired smile on her face. In fact, both women looked tired, their clothes rumpled, and each clutched a suitcase.

And both had golden auras surrounding them.

"Sister," the black woman said in an African accent and hugged me warmly. The Latina woman slipped her arms around the both of us, and all three of us hugged each other fiercely.

Tears were streaming down my face and joy beat in my heart. "Please, come in Sisters," I told them as we released the hug. And then my heart sank. When was the last time three nuns were required to take down a Warlock. Could things be that bad already.

Our opening gambit failed, Ramiel's voice echoed in my head. A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 26: The Order of Mary Magdalene (fixed)

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Order of Mary Magdalene

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"Come in," I said to my fellow nun's, inviting them into my hotel room.

Well, it wasn't actually my hotel room. Last night when I flew into SeaTac from Miami, Providence led me to an insurance adjuster named Curtis at the airport's baggage claim. We flirted while waiting for our luggage and he invited me up to his Hotel Room. When Providence gives you a place to stay, with a cute guy to boot, you don't say no. Right now, Curtis was attending the convention in the hotel and I didn't expect him back for a few more hours.

"Are you hungry?" I asked my Sisters, closing the door behind them, "Curtis is paying for it?" Last night, I was on top of Curtis, enjoying his big cock in my pussy as I rode him cowgirl style, when his wife called. The asshole spoke to his wife while I fucked him, the disgusting pig. Since he turned out to be a cheating asshole I didn't feel bad at running up his hotel bill.

"Ohh, Curtis," the black nun said in her exotic, African accent. "Is he handsome?"

"He has the most gorgeous, blue eyes, that just make you melt in your panties," I answered, feeling like a teenage girl for the first time in decades, gossiping with my friends about boys. "But, please order something. The asshole is married."

"Ah, so sad to see a marriage vow so easily broken," tutted the Latina sister.

I realized I didn't know their names. The only nun I knew was Sister Louise and she was captured by the Warlock Mark Glassner. "I am Theodora Mariam. And...and I'm so happy you're here." I could feel tears running hot down my cheeks. Pull yourself together, Theodora. You're not actually eighteen.

The Latina nun hugged me gently, rocking me like a mother. "Shh, it will be alright, muñequita. I am Isabella Cecillia."

"Agnes Chibuzo," the African nun said and kissed my cheek. "God has sent us to aid you in your trials, Sister Theodora."

I sniffed. "Thank you, Sisters."

"Now, I have been traveling almost non-stop for last twenty-four hours," Agnes said, wearily. "It has been a long trip from Sierra Leone. So tell me, why has God, through his servant Gabriel, sent us here."

I told them everything I knew. How Sister Louise had tried to exorcise the Warlock Mark Glassner and been captured through the interference of Lilith of the Black Moon. How I was taught the ancient prayers and used Mark sister to attack him. But that failed. His lover, the other Warlock, freed him from the bond.

"It will be far messier, Ramiel told me, yesterday," I finished. "Soldiers will be needed. Four and four and four."

Isabella nodded. "It is like Napoleon all over again," Isabella sighed. "There were three of us and we each bonded four soldiers under Napoleon's command. We exorcised Napoleon at Waterloo. His wish to be Emperor destroyed, he lost the battle." A look of old hurt crossed the tan face of Isabella. "Sister Eustace Mariam was killed in the struggle."

"How old are you?" I asked in awe.

"I was born in the Year of our Lord, 1732," Isabella answered.

I blinked, I knew we nuns could practically live forever, but most of us grew weary of the struggle after sixty or seventy years and passed their powers onto a successor. The only nun I had heard of that was over a hundred yeas old was the Mother Superior. "Have you ever faced a demon?" I asked Isabella, hopefully.

"No," Isabella confessed. "That must be why there are three of us. This Warlock is using ancient magics." Isabella sighed, wearily, rubbing her face. "I wish we had a monk or two with us."

"A monk?" I frowned. "You mean a male nun, like us?"

"Well, not like us," Isabella confessed. "When Creator in his infinite mercy gave his children the means to fight the Adversary, 144 were given the gift, half were men and half were women. The men's gifts were different from ours. They were the soldiers. Given powers to fight demons and monsters and to protect us nuns in situations like this."

"Why have I not heard of any monks?" I asked.

"The last monk died in 1942, exorcising Hitler," Isabella sadly answered. "Five nuns and a monk and they all perished. But they broke Hitler's powers and the Allies were able to eventually defeat the Third Reich."

"The problem with the monks is their calling," Agnes explained. "Too many died fighting and were unable to pass on their powers to a successor. We have dwindled as well. Maybe a dozen of us remain."

"I fear the end is nearing," Isabella said mournfully. "You are the last nun in North America. There are only two of us left in the Latin Americas."

"We had four in Africa," Agnes said, tears brimming on her eyes. "But two Warlocks appeared in the Congo, fighting for control over the jungle, and we lost two sisters exorcising them over the weekend. And I hear the Mother Superior herself had to deal with a Warlock in Paris."

The Mother Superior was a legend. Supposedly, she was over a thousand years old and lived in the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château, France. Sister Louise told me whispered stories of the Mother Superior exorcisms from Vlad Tepesh to Rasputin and many other terrible men and women in between.

A sly smile appeared on Agnes's face and she reached out and stroked my arm. "So, Theodora, tell us about this Curtis you've been indulging."

A flush suffused my face. When we were given our Ecstasy, blanket indulgences were issued by the pope, forgiving any sin we may commit. Most nuns, at least this is what Sister Louise told me, used the opportunity to sin as much as possible before she once again must abstain.

"He has girth," I said with a smile, remembering how good his cock felt stretching my pussy as he rode me last night. "I came twice with him last night, and once more this morning."

"You naughty girl," Agnes said with a twinkle. She glanced at Isabella. "Did you have time to indulge?"

Isabella gave a throaty laugh. "I live in a remote village in Guatemala. Many hours drive to the airport. This young buck, Miguel, drove me to the airport. I had my eye on him for several months, praying for a mission so I might indulge with him." A smile appeared on her face. "On the drive to the airport, three times we stopped so he could ravish me."

"What about you, Anges? Who did you fuck?" I asked.

Her grin turned naughty. "In Brussels I fucked this delightful young man in the airport restroom during my layover. And then in the flight into Seattle from Chicago, I flirted with this beautiful flight attendant named Sarai. She had silky, dusky skin and the most beautiful lips. A good Muslim girl she claimed, but when we arrived in Seattle, that good Muslim girl made me howl in pleasure in the women's bathroom."

We all giggled at that. But my joy did not last long, Ramiel's words echoed in my mind. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. My grin faded and I sighed and asked, "Where do we find four soldiers?" I asked.

"Providence," Agnes yawned, and lay back on the bed. The TV turned on. "Sorry, I sat on the remote."

"...go live to Sheriff Erkart about to give a press conference on the growing Mark Glassner scandal admits the SWAT unit of the Pierce County Sheriffs Department," the anchor on the television said.

I sat up and my fellow nuns stared at the TV. Providence, I thought with a smile.

The camera cut to a room with a podium festooned with microphones. The seal of Pierce County Sheriff department hung behind the podium and a tall, distinguished looking man with black hair graying at the temples, stepped up to the podium. Cameras flashed in the room as he settled himself at the podium.

"Good evening," the Sheriff greeted, sadly. "It is with a heavy heart that I am here today. An entire squad of the my SWAT unit, eleven men and one woman, have disgraced themselves and betrayed the public's trusted in my Sheriff Department. As you all know, on Thursday, June 13th at approximately 4:10 AM, the FBI, with support from this SWAT unit, raided Mark Glassner's house. As recent photos have shown, my officers have behaved disgracefully and will be suspended with pay until the State Patrol has finished their investigation."

"God has provided," Agnes breathed.

"Amen," Isabella finished.

A smile crept up on my face. Mark Glassner enthralled an entire unit of SWAT. Ramiel had explained the spell Mark used to bound his Thralls and made them immune to our powers. The spell had to be performed individually by the Warlock. It seemed Providence was telling us that there were twelve, very dangerous Thralls out there lying loose just waiting for my Sisters and I to collect them.

"Amen," I whispered as hope soared within me.

A soft snore broke my reverie and I giggled. Sister Agnes was sleeping on her side. She said it took her nearly twenty-four hours of travel to reach Seattle from Africa. The poor thing must be so tired.

"Isn't she so beautiful," Isabella whispered, her hand resting on my thigh. Her hand was warm and soft and a delicious thrill went through my body ending at my moistening snatch. Isabella turned to look at me, a smile playing on her brown face. "You are beautiful, too, Theodora," she whispered in a Spanish lilt and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Isabella's lips were full and moist and looked so kissable as her face drew closer and closer to mine. Her lips were soft as well and I could taste cherry lip gloss as I sucked on her lower lip. Her hand was sliding up my thigh, underneath my skirt, sliding closer and closer to my moistening cunt. I placed my hand on her silky leg, squeezing her thigh and reaching for the source of heat between her legs.

Her panties felt like satin and I rubbed the crotch of her panties and could feel the heat of her cunt. I pushed the panties up into the groove of her slit, feeling her moisture slowly seep through the satin fabric and coating my fingers with her sticky arousal. I moaned into Isabella's mouth as her fingers gently caressed my lacy panties and shivered as she grazed my hard clit through the panties.

Isabella broke the kiss, licking her lips, and reached her other hand beneath my skirt and started tugging off my panties. I lifted my ass, allowing her to slip the panties down my leg. They were yellow and lacy, the gusset damp with my desire. Isabella sniffed the crotch, inhaling my spicy aroma and then she shoved my panties into my mouth with a naughty smile on her face.

"We do not want to wake Sister Agnes with your sweet moans," she whispered with a naughty smile.

She pushed me back, spread my thighs and I moaned, the sound muffled by my panties, as she licked her gentle tongue through my slit. I could taste my flavor on my panties and it added to the excitement. Next to me, Sister Agnes snored softly, her pretty, coal-black face inches from my own. Isabella's tongue was tasting me everywhere, sucking my labia into her mouth, flicking at my clit. Her fingers gently spread my labia open and then her tongue wiggled into my hole.

Oh god that felt so amazing. I gripped the green comforter and threw back my head as Sister Isabella pleasured my cunt. Oh, fuck her tongue felt so wonderful. I wanted to tell her just how much pleasure she was making me feel, but the panties stuffed in my mouth reduced me to grunts and moans. I was getting so close to cumming, my hips starting to writhe as my pleasure mounted. Her tongue was fucking in and out of my hole, her nose rubbing gently against my clit, every brush bringing me closer and closer until I screamed into my panties as I flooded Isabella's face.

Isabella gave my cunt a last lick and then she was moving down, kissing my taint, lifting up my ass and sliding a pillow beneath me. Her breath was warm on my ass, and her fingers gently spread my asscheeks and I gasped into my panties as her tongue touched my puckered anus. A naughty thrill tingled through me as she tongued my ass.

Her tongue circled my asshole, and then pressed against the tight ring. Her tongue pressed and pressed and then pushed past the sphincter, wiggling inside my ass. I was moaning again into the panties, feeling a second orgasm building. Her fingers reached up and pinched my hard clit, rolling my small nub between her fingers, sending jolts of electricity throughout my writhing body.

Fuck, Isabella sure knew how to pleasure a woman. She was bringing me closer and closer to a second cum, and it was brewing up to be bigger than the last one. Her tongue was sliding in and out of my asshole, swirling around my tight anus. The naughty slut was making my ass and my cunt felt so amazing. That amazing feeling of release was building and building, sweet Jesus I was getting so close and then the delicious shudder, the muscles clenching in my ass and pussy, the electricity shooting through my body.

I was panting and Isabella was crawling up my body. She pulled my panties from my lips and then kissed me gently on the lips and I could taste the sour flavor of my ass. Then Isabella curled up against me, placed her head on my breast and fell asleep.

Three nuns, I thought as I cradled Isabella's head to my chest. Mark wouldn't stand a chance.

As I jogged down Shaw Road, Thursday morning, my mind kept drifting to the phone call from Willow yesterday and the explosive news she delivered. Karen was pregnant. By the demon Lilith, no less. Her baby was growing fast, almost a weeks growth in a day, according to Willow. The stress of the growing child had left Karen in such a weakened state, she was barely conscious half the time.

"We thought it best to abort the embryo," Willow had explained, "and then Lilith appeared. She warned us that Karen's life was tied to the child growing inside her. If the child died, so would Karen."

It was fucking frustrating. There was nothing we could do. Since I made my Pact, I had never felt so helpless. Not even when Karen was atop me, trying to exorcise my powers. I was still able to struggle to summon Lilith. But there was absolutely nothing either Mary or I could do but wait for Karen to give birth and worry about what sort of problem the thing growing inside her would cause.

Last night, we sat for an hour with Karen and the one time she woke up she smiled at us before falling back unconscious. We instructed the hospital staff not to report her unusual pregnancy and would keep one of the sluts with her at all time. Anger was burning in my stomach as I watched my Karen lay so listless, all those machines attached to her body. Anger at Lilith and anger at myself for being so stupid.

That night, when Lilith offered to trade the secrets of magic for the simple price of fucking Karen, I didn't even hesitate. What harm could there be in letting the demon fuck her? Lilith formed a cock from her clit and told me how she was just so horny. She hadn't had a woman on her cock in centuries. I could understand that desperate need to get off in some girls snatch. All guys understood that. I didn't even occur to me that Lilith might have some ulterior plan in mind when she fucked Karen.

But she was a demon and Mary and I had learned an important lesson. A demon never does anything unless it benefits them in someway. They'll find a way to turn it to their advantage. Then why did the Devil give me the ability to summon Lilith in the first place. It wasn't out of kindness or sense of fair play. From what Karen told me, Warlock hadn't summoned demons or used magics in a thousand of years. The Devil wants something from me. He needs something that only I can do, something that only a Warlock give him. And the real question is, will it benefit me or bite me in the ass in the end like Lilith's simple deal has become.

I was betting on it biting me in the ass.

When Mary and I were returning from the club we saw several moving trucks arriving. Our families were following our orders and moving in. We sent the sluts to go help out and my mom guilt tripped me into carrying boxes into her new house. Mary thought it would be funny to watch and make unhelpful comments until my mom thrust a box into her arms and Mary, with a frown, was guilted into helping out as easily as I was.

By noon, our families were moved in and we were all gathered back at the house to eat the delicious egg salad sandwiches Desiree made for lunch. The sandwiches were so good, I decided to forgive Desiree for getting out of carrying boxes with the rest of us.

"Sandy, Mark and I need you to come with us, this afternoon," Mary told my mom as she wolfed down her sandwich. "We need to bond a few pilots."

At three we had an appointment with the head of HR at Alaska Airlines to screen for our pilots. We bought a Gulfstream IV from this billionaire yesterday and Mary and I agreed having our pilots bound by the Zimmah spell is the safest course. That way we didn't have to worry about a nun getting to our pilot and causing her to crash our plane with us in it.

"Oh, sure," my mom answered. "I guess unpacking can wait."

"Oh, we have plenty of time," Betty said, patting my mom's wrist fondly.

Betty was Mom's...eh...girlfriend, I guess. I was having trouble wrapping my brain around my mom and Betty. For my entire life mom was a straitlaced Christian and it was surprising finding out she had been cheating on my dad with Betty Cooley for the last few years. And now that my dad was dead, and mom and Betty, with a little nudge from Mary, had moved in together.

"We should have a bar-ba-que," Sean, my future father-in-law, suggested. "A nice, family get together once everyone gets settle in." He had Felicity, the sex slave Mary gave him, dandled on his knee. Felicity was dressed in the sluttiest, naughty schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. Sean was a high school teacher and it looked like he was working through all those years of not molesting his students with Felicity.

"Ohh, that sounds fun," Missy chimed in. Missy was Mary's little sister, still in High School, who looked almost the spitting image of Mary. The main difference, other than age, was Missy's light, strawberry-blonde hair versus Mary's darker, auburn hair.

"Monday?" I asked Mary, thinking what we might have plans for that day.

"You did schedule those tryouts for Monday, right?" Mary asked me. After I we got home from the hospital last night, I spent two hours calling police agencies in King and Thurston County to arrange for a new pool of women to draw more bodyguards from. With our families to protect and a nun lurking about, I wanted more protection.

"Yeah, we can have the bar-ba-que at Sparks Stadium and everyone can help us evaluate some new bodyguards," I said nodding.

"Sure, sounds fun," George said. George was Shannon's boyfriend.

Shannon laughed, tossing about her fiery red hair and tickled her boyfriend. "Someone just once to fuck some pretty girls."

"Well, there is one matter that we need to attend to," Mary said. "Mark and I have powerful enemies and they would use our loved ones against us."

Antsy, my little sister snorted. "Tell me about it," she muttered. The nuns had attacked us through Antsy, trying to break up Mary and myself.

"Yes, that's why we need to protect you with the Bond of Zimmah," Mary finished.

The family trooped upstairs and crowded into our bedroom. There was my mom, her girlfriend Betty, and their sex slave, Joy. And Antsy and her sex slave, Via. Then Mary's family dwarfed mine. Her dad and his sex slave. Her older sister Shannon and her boyfriend, and their sex slave, Starla. And little Missy, her boyfriend Damien, and their two sex slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Mrs. Corra was Damien's teacher before I made her Damien's sex slave, and yet he still called her Mrs. Corra while he bossed her around.

Mary and Mom stripped naked and lay side-by-side on the bed, both beautiful. Mary was the beauty of youth, perky breasts and a fresh face. Mom was a hot MILF at forty-three. She possessed the ripened beauty of maturity, her body still tight as an eighteen year old's from her daily exercise, her breasts still lovely and her face was sexy and confident.

I crawled onto my mom, her arms outstretched. "My boy's all grown up," she smiled, pulling me down into her embrace, her hands gripping my cock and guiding it to her cunt.

Next to us, Sean was crawling over his daughter's body. "You are so beautiful, Mary," he whispered.

"Oh, daddy!" Mary smiled, pulling him down and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Hmm, stick that hard cock inside your sweet daughter's cunt!"

I was inside my mom's cunt, fucking my cock in and out of her as her lips captured mine in a kiss. I roamed up her body with my hands, finding her breasts and giving them a squeeze. Her nipples were hard as I rubbed my hand over them. My mom's hips rose up to meet my thrusts, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. She felt so amazing. This was the cunt that I came from, I thought. And that wicked thought made the sex more thrilling.

"You like my cunt, daddy?" Mary cooed. She sounded like a little girl with her father, asking him if liked her dress.

"Yeah, Mary," he groaned as he plowed into her cunt. "You feel so tight."

"Does it feel familiar?" Mary asked with a wicked grin. "Does it feel like the cunt that rode your cock when you were blindfolded on Monday?"

Sean groaned. "That was you? Oh, man that was amazing."

"As amazing as this?" Mary asked. Her dad moaned loudly. I wasn't sure what Mary did but her dad seemed to find it amazing.

The entire situation was too exciting for me to last long. Our families were watching us fuck our parents. My thrust were becoming frantic. "Oh God, Mom. You feel so good. I'm...ohhh fuck...I'm gonna cum!"

"Give it to me, Mark!" my mom moaned like a wanton hooker.

I pounded her cunt harder, my balls tightening and then I was groaning and my cum was flooding into my mom's cunt. Her pussy contracted about my cock and she gasped as her orgasm swept over her. I collapsed atop her, enjoying the feel of her cunt as my cock soften, the warmth of her body as it pressed beneath me. I captured her lips in a kiss, then turned to watch Mary getting fucked by her father.

Mary looked over at me, a smile on her face. Her dad was grunting atop her, fucking her faster and faster. He raised up on his arms, slamming into my fiancee's cunt and then his body tensed and he moaned as he flooded his sweet daughter's pussy. Mary trembled beneath him, her breasts heaving as he came in her sweet pussy.

I rolled off my mom and Sean rolled off his daughter. Both women laid there, cum oozing out of their freshly fucked pussies. Mary and I agreed to bond the each other's families. We didn't want to make slaves of our families, just to protect them, so we told our families they could ignore our orders. It let our loved ones have their free will.

Shannon was first, crawling between my mother's legs and taking a swipe of my mom's pussy juices and my cum. I muttered, "Zimmah," and felt the energy bind Shannon to me.

Antsy crawled beneath Mary's legs and licked through my fiancee's cunt, gathering a thick globe of incestuous cum and pussy juices. "Zimmah," Mary intoned and I watched the shudder pass between the two women.

One by one, our family members were bonded. Betty and my mom by Mary, and Mary's family by me. Poor Sean, he didn't relish having to taste my cum, no matter how beautiful the cunt that contained it. And Damien just closed his eyes, took the smallest lick he could, then flew away, spitting. Then Missy followed, and then Dawn, Mrs. Corra, and Starla. Until, only George remained, and everyone turned to him.

"Shannon," George said. "Before I really become part of this family I want to ask you a question."

"Okay?" Shannon said, a stunned, hopeful, disbelieving smile playing on her lips, her mouth falling open and her eyes watering with emotion. I remembered that same look on Mary's face when I proposed to her.

George fell to his knees, grasped her hand and kissed her palm. "Shannon, these last two years have been the happiest of my life. I love you, Shannon. You are my world. The kindest, sweetest soul I ever met. Will..." George's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Shannon whispered, tears running out of her eyes. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

George pulled out a rose gold ring set with a large diamond. Smaller diamonds were sat in the band. Shannon's hand trembled as George slid the ring on her finger. When he stood up she threw her arms around him and the pair kissed. The women in the room were all misty eyed. When George broke the kiss, he crawled between my mom's legs and didn't hesitate as he took his lick.

As Mary and I dressed for our appointment, we watched as an impromptu family orgy began. It all started when Missy pressed herself up against her dad, saying, "Is it my turn to get fucked?" with a huge, impish grin on her face.

"But..." Sean spluttered. Sean was under my orders to be available to fuck Mary for the Zimmah spell and was resistant to fucking his youngest daughter. But Missy was a hundred pounds of teenage enthusiasm and, with her sex slave Dawn's help, pushed Sean back onto the bed. She straddled her dad, guiding his hard cock to her tight, teenage cunt, and started riding him, using all the technique I taught her on pleasing a man.

George and Shannon slipped out onto our private balcony and the newly engaged couple were passionately fucking on our love seat. Betty and Antsy were on the bed making out next to Sean and Missy while my mom watch fondly. Damien had his Mrs. Corra's big tits about his cock as he watched his girlfriend, Missy, ride her dad. Via, Joy, and Starla slipped into a daisy chain on the floor, each slut devouring the other's cunts.

I sighed as we left. "There will be other orgies," Mary consoled, pressing up against me.

"I haven't fucked any of their sex slaves," I moaned. "Well, I fucked Felicity, but not the other five."

"Plenty of time for that, Mark," Mary chided, prodding me down the stairs. "But we have the meeting with the architects and your pilot interview. I'm sure you'll find some pretty new lady for you to fuck."

I grinned, Mary always found the bright side of a situation. "Well, that's the plan."

Before we went up to SeaTac to Alaska Airlines headquarters, we had a meeting with an architect to design our mansion. Mary had been speaking to them on the phone for the last week, hammering out the specifications, and the architects had their first conceptions ready. They did some great work, designing a large, central mansion and five, smaller guest houses for our families to live in at the back of the property. There was also a stable, Mary wanted to have horses, and a pool, and extensive landscaping. Mary gave a few brief corrections and the architects would start drawing up the plans. Hopefully, in a month, we could start breaking ground on construction.

The Alaska Airlines offices were located on International Boulevard south of the SeaTac airport. I parked the Mustang and had 01 and 09, our bodyguard's for the trip, wait in 01's white State Patrol car. I took Mary's arm and my mom followed us in. The inside was well furnished, the Eskimo face logo of Alaska Airlines embossed on the lobby floor and a few potted plants dotted the corners.

"How can I help you, sir?" the receptionist, a stout, middle-aged woman named Angela, asked.

"Yes, we're here to see Mr. Ledford," I said. "I'm Mark Glassner."

The receptionist called upstairs and sent us on own. "Floor four, go left from the elevator. You can't miss his office."

"Remember the last elevator we rode?" Mary asked with a sly smile as I pushed he fourth floor button.

"No elevator slut this time," I laughed. That's how we met Violet, one of our sluts. I took her virginity in the hotel elevator of the Four Seasons, I believe, up in Seattle.

My mom looked at me, a frown across her beautiful face. "What?"

"It's nothing, Sandy," Mary assured her. "Just an inside joke."

"Oh, sure," Sandy said with a nod.

The elevator dinged and we got out on the fourth floor. Monroe Ledford's office was down a hallway, through an open area full of cubicles, against the west wall of the building. He had a mousy looking woman for a secretary with the unusual name of Richmal. "He's expecting you, Mr. Glassner."

"Richmal, just ignore any strange sounds you hear, okay," Mary said with a friendly smile.

"Oh, sure, miss," Richmal squeaked.

Monroe had a spacious office, a large mahogany desk, and a wall covered in filing cabinets. Seven women dressed in blue pilot's jackets and slacks were huddled in the corner talking to each other and gave us curious stares when we entered. Monroe scurried out from behind his desk, a heavyset man in an expensive looking suit. His face was round, fat hanging from beneath his chins, and large, black glasses dominated his face.

"Good to meet you in person, Mr. Glassner," Monroe greeted. "I gathered the candidates just like you asked, sir."

"Thank you, you can wait at your secretary's desk and don't come in here until we leave," I told him, shaking his moist hand.

"Ah, of course, sir," Monroe laughed. "Well, they are all excellent pilots and you will not be disappointed with whomever you choose."

"All right, ladies, line up," Mary said, brusquely.

My mom, looking a little out of sorts, set down at the table. "You okay, mom," I asked as Mary got the pilots lined up.

"It's just...overwhelming how the two of you just take command of situation," Mom admitted. "And you're going to, what...screw these women?"

I shrugged. "Not all of them," I admitted. Several of the women were just not pretty enough. Sure they were handsome women, but Mary and I had our standards. "They'll enjoy themselves, Mom. So just relax, okay?"

She sighed. "Okay, Mark." She squirmed in her seat. "Geezs, I'm turning into such a hussy," she muttered, eying the women.

"Maybe, mom," I told her, rubbing her shoulder. "But it's a lot of fun, isn't it?" I asked with a grin.

My mom laughed and kissed the back of my hand. "Your fiancee's going to start without you," Mom pointed out.

I looked up to the two handsome women walking out the door. "All right, disrobe," Mary ordered the remaining five. "And be prepared to get fucked. You all want to please us and be chosen to be as one of our pilots." I stepped up next to her and she whispered, "Is everything alright with your mom?"

"Yeah, Mom is just not used to all this," I answered.

The pilots were disrobing. All of them wore the most boring underwear, I was disappointed to learn. We sent two more packing; one had an ugly Caesarean scar and the other's ass was covered in cellulite and looked as wrinkled as a prune. The remaining three were gorgeous women in their late twenties and early thirties.

Joslyn was a black-haired woman, willowy, with dark, Mediterranean complexion and brilliant green eyes. She had a nice set of round breasts topped with dusky nipples. Her belly buttoned was pierced with a small, golden charm set with a ruby and her pussy was shaved, revealing fat, dark pussy lips.

Duana was another black-haired woman, tall with Nordic cheekbones. Her breasts were small and perky and she had a thick, black bush between her legs. Her legs were toned and tanned from sunbathing, there were patches of pale flesh around her breasts and her crotch from her bikini.

Lynda was a strawberry-blonde with deep, blue eyes. She was short and curvy, with large, pillowy breasts with some of the biggest, fattest nipples I had ever seen, each pierced with a thick, gold ring. Her pussy was shaved, save for a triangular patch of reddish hair above her clit.

I walked over and hefted Lynda's large breast, feeling the weight and gave her nipple piercing a tug bring a soft gasp to Lynda's mouth. Mary was running her fingers through Duana's thick bush, the tall woman shuddering as Mary must have found her clit or maybe her wet hole. Joslyn was looking a little lonely and so was my mom, so I pulled her to me and whispered in her ear.

Joslyn swayed back to my mom. Mom swallowed, licking her lips as the dusky beauty reached her and sat on her lap. "I...I have a girlfriend," my mom protested, as Joslyn kissed at her throat.

"It's just sex, Mom," I said, pushing Lynda down to her knees. "I have a girlfriend, too."

Mary giggled as Duana was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing Mary's freckled breasts. The tall pilot sucked Mary's nipple into her lips. "Betty knows you love her, that's all that matters, Sandy. Everything else is just fun."

My zipper rasped down and eager hands reached into my pants, pushing down my boxers, to find my hardening cock. Mom relaxed and was kissing Joslyn, her hands sliding up to cup the dusky woman's breast and rolling her dark nipples between her fingers while Joslyn purred in pleasure. Lynda's mouth engulfed my cock, sucking my dick until I was fully hard in her mouth. I looked down at her pillowy tits and just had to feel those about my cock.

I pulled my cock from her mouth, grabbed the fat ring pierced through her left nipple and pulled Lynda to her feet and led her over to a chair and set down. "You ever given a guy a titty fuck?" I asked her.

She smiled wickedly. "A few."

Lynda knelt down and placed her pillowy tits around my cock, squeezing them about my shaft and started to slide them up and down. Her gold rings piercing her nipples swung up and down, glinting in a shaft of sunlight that fell across her tits. Her blue eyes stared up at me, eager to please, and her strawberry-blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders, a splash of color against her pale skin.

Mary sat in the sit next to me, spreading her legs and cooing in pleasure as Duana dove into her cunt, licking stiffly at her pussy. "C'mon, slut, you can do better," Mary complained. "Your a woman, just lick and touch me wherever you'd like to be touched down there."

"Okay," Duana murmured and spread Mary's lips open and licked her tongue through Mary's slit, sliding her tongue into Mary's wet pussy. She swirled her tongue around the sucked Mary's labia into her mouth, rolling the wrinkled lips between her lips as Mary moaned in appreciation.

"Getting better," Mary encourage, then sighed in pleasure. "Definitely getting better."

I glanced back to see my mom was sitting on the desk, her jeans pulled off, her firm ass flexing as she squirmed in pleasure. I guessed Joslyn must be going down on her. My mom pulled her loose, striped shirt over her head exposing her smooth back and white bra. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra. As the white material fell away, I could just see the slope of her right breast and the hint of her pink nipple.

"Ohh, that feels nice," Mom moaned on Joslyn's tongue. Her arms moved and I realized mom was playing with her breasts.

"How's your titty fuck?" Mary asked with a smile.

"Nice," I told her. Lynda's tits felt amazing on my cock as she formed a tight tunnel between her soft tits. I started fucking my hips up, rubbing my cock faster through the valley of her breasts. Mary's eyes were fixed on my cock, the head would appear up from between her tits then disappear back down. Pre-cum glistening on the tip, smearing on Lynda's melons.

"Is Duana giving you good head?" I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes. "She's getting better! She...ohhh, yeah. She's definitely getting better," Mary purred.

"Oh, man!" gasped Mom. "Oh, Mark, her tongue feels so amazing. I can't wait to try some of what she's doing to my pussy on Betty when I get home! Oh, wow! Mmmhh, oh crap! Yes, yes, oh yes!"

Lynda started licking my cock head when it got close to her lips, her tongue roughly sliding across the tip sending a shudder of pleasure through my body. Another lick, another shudder, and then my cock was back in the pillowy softness of her breasts and then was back out and another delicious lick, another delicious shudder. "Fuck that's amazing!" I gasped. "Keep licking, slut!"

Lynda giggled. "Glad you..." lick, "...like it!"

Mary was panting next to me, grinding her cunt into Duana's face. "Oh yes, fucking suck my clit, whore! Oh, fuck! Oh fucking shit! Here it comes, slut! Drink my cum!"

My mom sat in the chair on the other side of me, naked and flushed. Her eyes focused on my cock appearing and disappearing between Lynda's breasts. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. My balls were so close to flooding Lynda's breasts with my creamy spunk. Just a few more licks and...I groaned, my face clenched as I spilled onto her tits.

"Fuck, that was nice!" I moaned.

Lynda was panting, to, white cum coating her face and tits. She released her breasts and my cock slid out of her tight embrace. Mary knelt down and licked a line of my cum up Lynda's tit. Then she looked at my mom, hefted Lynda's other, cum covered tit invitingly. My mom licked her lips and then knelt down and licked my cum up Lynda's breast, up to her neck and then she was kissing Lynda on the lips.

My cock was achingly hard watching my mom and my fiancee lick my cum off this woman. They were pressing her down onto her back, their tongues devouring my cum. Mary licked her way up to Lynda's face as Mom licked back down to her breasts, sucking a fat nipple and gold ring into her mouth as Mary kissed Lynda on the lips. Then Mary was straddling her face as Mom licked lower and lower, down to Lynda's shaved cunt.

"Duana, lick my mom's cunt," I ordered and then I grabbed willowy Joslyn and bent her over the desk.

Joslyn's cunt was shaved bare, her labia large and engorged and felt amazing as I rubbed the head of my cock on them before I found her hot, wet hole and slid inside her, groaning as her velvet cunt swallowed my cock.

"Ohh, that feels great," Joslyn moaned. "Umm, you got a nice feeling cock, stud."

"You got a nice feeling cunt," I moaned, pulling back and thrusting in again and again. "Fucking wet and tight, just the way I like my pussy!"

"Then give me a good fucking, lover!" Joslyn purred. "I could use a nice cum! Haven't had one yet, today!"

"You have to cum everyday, slut?" I asked.

"If not, then the day was wasted." I liked her philosophy. If I haven't came a dozen times in a day, it was definitely wasted. "I need a nice, fat cock to stretch my poor little pussy until I explode!" she panted.

I started thrusting faster and faster, enjoying her wet depths. I glanced behind me, Mary was riding Lynda's face and my mom was devouring Lynda's cunt. Duana knelt behind my mom and started fingering her cunt. Duana bent her head down, planting her face between my mom's ass cheeks and began to rim Mom's ass. What a naughty slut.

"I'm going to pee in your mouth, and you're going to love it, right slut?" Mary asked.

"Oh yes," moaned Lynda. "I've masturbated so many times to water sports vids! Fill my mouth with your delicious pee."

Mary sighed as her urine splashed into Lynda's mouth, the pilot drinking her piss eagerly. I slammed into Joslyn's cunt faster and faster as I watched my fiancee piss into another woman's mouth. When Mary finished pissing, she moaned as Lynda licked her pussy clean, her tongue digging through Mary's slit. Lynda was moaning beneath Mary, her body writhing and fresh cunt juices flooded my mom's mouth as she came.

My mom drank all of Lynda's juices and then shuddered on Duana's tongue. "Yes, oh yes, I'm cumming! Umm, that feels so amazing!" Mom turned around, stroking Duana's face. "Oh, thank you for that amazing orgasm."

I came in Joslyn's cunt as I watched my mom french kiss Duana, her face sticky with Lynda's juices. Mary's ass jiggled beneath her bunched up skirt as she ground her pussy on Lynda's face, her unbuttoned blouse slid off her right shoulder, exposing her pale, freckled shoulder. Her auburn hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed about as she tossed her head about, her moans of pleasure growing louder and louder.

My mom's ass was pointing at me, as tight as any teenagers, her hairy bush matted with desire, her pussy pink and swollen with pleasure. I knelt behind her, running my hands about her firm cheeks. Mom broke her kiss with Duana and glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes falling onto my hard cock.

"You're so beautiful, Mom," I murmured.

"Prettier than your fiancee?" my mom asked with a grin.

"A close second, Mom." My cock was poking at her tight ass, sliding down, leaving a streak of pre-cum across her firm cheeks and down through her silky hair. I found her hot, wet hole, rubbing my cock's head on her swollen labia, enjoying the feel of her silky nether lips.

"Umm, good answer, son," Mom groaned as my cock entered her slowly.

"He's the best!" moaned Mary. "Umm, this slut sure knows her way around a snatch! You keep doing that and...ohhh that's nice! Fuck, fuck, yes! That's it! Oh, God, I'm cumming! You nasty, fucking slut! Ohh, that was nice."

"Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy," moaned Lynda as Mary crawled off of her.

Mary pressed her body against my back, hugging me from behind as I fucked my mother. Her breasts were soft pillows topped with her hard nipples, her silky bush tickled my ass. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her lips were wet on my neck.

"Who are you thinking of keeping for our pilots?" she whispered into my ear.

"Lynda for sure," I moaned. "Those fucking nipple rings."

Mary laughed. "I love a slut that drinks my piss."

"Joslyn is the prettiest," my mom moaned, thrusting her hips back into my cock. With Mary pressed behind me, I couldn't fuck Mom as hard I liked, but goddamn my mom knew how to work her hips to get a man off.

Joslyn was beautiful, with her dusky, Mediterranean skin her brilliant green eyes. "She was a great fuck," I pointed out.

Mary nipped at my ear. "Joslyn and Lynda then."

"Yeah," I panted. "Mmh, Mom, you know how to fuck!"

Mom laughed, a rich throaty laugh, slamming her ass back into me. "You're not to bad yourself. Umm, my baby boy grew up to have a nice cock!"

"Cum in your slutty mom's pussy," Mary whispered into my ear. "Fill her up with delicious spunk."

"Give me your cum, Mark!" Mom moaned. "Fill your mommy's womb with your sperm. It's so wonderful to have you back inside me! Oh, crap! Crap!"

My balls were tightening, my orgasm was building. I felt Mom's cunt spasm on my cock as she came, slamming her ass back into me and I groaned, "Fuck, that feels so amazing, Mom! Oh, fuck! Here it fucking cums!" My balls unloaded, flooding the very pussy that made me with a flood of cum. Mom slumped forward, rolling onto her back, her legs spread obscenely open, my cum oozing out and matting her brown fur.

"Joslyn and Lynda, you're going to be our pilots," I ordered. "You'll live at the hanger, stay within fifteen minutes of the plane at all times. You will love Mary and myself as your masters, and love each other. Duana, never speak of this to anyone, you can get dressed and go."

Joslyn moved over to Lynda and stroked her face. "I never noticed how beautiful you are," she whispered and kissed Lynda with passion.

"Ladies," I barked, interrupting their kiss, "get over her and take a lick from my mom's cunt." Lynda was first, bending down and taking a single lick as I uttered, "Zimmah," and felt the energy run from my mom into Lynda and myself, binding Lynda's to me permanently. Lynda stared at me in awe as Joslyn took her place and took her lick and was bound to me.

"You two, go home gather your stuff and head to Thun Field, hanger 18," I told her and pulled a pair of keys out of my pocket, tossing it to them. "The Gulfstream has already arrived. From now on, you'll live in the plane. There's a comfy bed for the two of you too enjoy, internet, satellite TV. Just remember, always be within fifteen minutes of the plane."

"Yes, Master," Lynda nodded and then gave Joslyn a wicked smile. "A bed to share, huh? I'm sure we can find some stimulating way to pass the time."

My phone rang and I fished it out of my pocket, glancing at the caller ID. "You found Brandon?" I asked.

"I found out where he went," Doug Allard answered. Doug was a P.I. hired by Brandon Fitzsimmons to spy on us, causing all sorts of problems when Brandon sent the media the results of his spying. We caught Doug and turned him to our side and sent him after Brandon. "He flew from San Francisco to London and from there he caught a plane to Toulouse, France. He landed in Frances about two hours ago."

"What's in France?" I asked aloud, frowning.

"The book," Mary grasped. "One of the books is in France."

My stomach sank. Who knew what sort of problems Brandon having the book would cause. "Doug, Brandon's headed for Rennes-le-Château, the Motherhouse of an order of nuns. The Order of Mary Magdalena. You must stop him from getting a book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Do whatever it takes to stop him."

"Okay, Mr. Glassner."

I wanted to go after Brandon myself. But he was going into the heart of the lion's den, the Motherhouse of the Nuns. Who knew how many of those bitches would be there. It was far too dangerous for either Mary or myself to go anywhere near Rennes-le-Château.

"Mary, where was that third book at?"

"Um, with some noble. An Altgrave, I think he was called." She grabbed her phone. "In Cologne, Germany."

"I need to speak with him, make sure he understands not to let Brandon so much as see that book."

"Hey, Kaeden," Illness, the barkeep at the Lucky Cowgirl greeted me as I sidled up to the bar.

Illness wasn't the name he was born with, just the name everyone called him. "Because I'm so Ill, man, you know, cool," he would say in his gravely, burnt-out voice, sounding like an aging rocker who partied to hard in his twenties and lived to regret it.

"A pint of Sam Adams," I said, sighing as I sat down on the barstool.

"You one of the..." He left the end of his question hanging. The empty look in my eyes answered his question. "Rough, man. Real rough." He finished filling the pint and set it down in front of me. "So, did it really happen?"

I shrugged. My PBA rep told me not to talk about it. Fuck, I'm not even sure what really happened. One minute, I was storming this Mark Glassner house on loan to the FBI, and the next thing I knew Mark Glassner was leading me and rest of my SWAT unit out of the house. And then this fine-ass girl, naked, with bubble-gum pink hair and this voluptuous Latina were leading me upstairs and fucked my brain out.

And now I was probably out of a job. And maybe facing prison time. Accepting sexual favors as a bribe, Internal Affairs called it. So here I was, back at the Lucky Cowgirl, to drown my sorrows. I hadn't been in for two weeks and I was hoping to get lucky like the last time I was here, to maybe take my mind off my problems with some female companionship. Hell, maybe that gal would be back.

Nearly two weeks ago, on a Friday, this vivacious blonde name Erin had waltzed in, flirting outrageously with me and a few of my drinking buddies. We were drawn to her, she was just so fucking sexy in her tight jeans and revealing top. And she just ate our attention, touching us, laughing at our bad jokes. I grew more and more bold and soon it was just me and her at the bar and she let my hands roam everywhere. When I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her brains out. She laughed and suggested the bathroom. I gave her a good fucking all while this creep listened to us from the next stall.

And then she asked me to go get some drinks and I waited at the bar while she cleaned herself up. And waited, figuring she had to reapply her make-up. You know women. When she did emerge, she was with this other guy, her arm wrapped around him, clinging tightly to him. They clearly knew each other, her boyfriend maybe and I just stood at the bar like an idiot realizing that the guy must have been the creep in the next stall. They were like playing at cheating or something. It was straight out of letters to Penthouse.

After the day I had, I wouldn't mind banging Erin again. Her guy could watch for all I cared. I just needed something nice to happen to me, today. I just needed something pleasant to help me forget what a shithole my life just became. All the hard work, all the sacrifices to become a SWAT officer. It cost me my marriage to Sally and a few girlfriends since. All of it flushed down the shitter and I couldn't even begin to understand why any of us did it.

"Why so down, handsome?" a tall, African American woman asked, sitting on the barstool next to me. Her accent was strange, like she was an actual African, from Nigeria or something. She was beautiful, young, with coal-black skin and short, curly hair. Her lips were big and smiling beautifully.

I snorted. "I'm in a lot of trouble."

"Oh, how sad," she consoled, placing her hand on my arm, stroking me gently. "Maybe I could make it all better."

"Oh, how?" I asked, eying her up and down. She was fucking gorgeous.

She smiled promisingly. "What are you drinking?"

"Sam Adams."

"Buy me one, and we'll see if I can't make you forget all about your problems," she promised, her fingers running up my arm to my biceps. "Mmhh, you work out. I love a man with big muscles."

"I'm a SWAT officer," I told her. Some women got off on banging cops, badge bunnies we called them. And the way this woman's eyes lit up, she was definitely a badge bunny.

"How exciting," she purred. Illness set a pint before her and she took a deep gulp. "It must be very stressful, all that danger."

"Oh, very stressful," I said with a shrug. "But, I live for the danger." I used that BS on so many ladies, they lapped it up.

Her laugh was throaty and exciting. "And how do you relieve all that stress. I bet it just gets bottled up inside you, begging to be released."

"Oh, I could think of a few ways to relive the pressure," I smiled.

"Your hand, non?" she asked archly.

I laughed, it felt good to laugh. "Sure, but there are definitely more pleasant ways to relieve the pressure." I took a drink of my beer. "Of course, they require someone's assistance."

She sipped her beer, her pink tongue licking foam off her upper lip. "I have been told I am very skilled at relieving stress."

My cock was rock hard in my pants. God, I loved this bar. I had never met a girl as easy as Erin, but this African chick was giving that slut Erin a run for her money. Well, it worked last time, so I leaned over and whispered, "I want to fuck your brains out. Right now."

She stood up, her smile eager, and took my hand. She was aggressive as she pulled me across the bar to the men's room and pulled me inside. She took me to the last stall. Memories of Erin bent over the toilet as I fucked her from behind flashed in my mind. Would this mysterious Black woman's cunt feel as good as Erin's had.

Christ I didn't even know her name.

But that didn't matter as she kissed me as soon as we were in the stall, my hands reaching down and knead her ass through her short skirt. I lifted the skirt up and she wasn't wearing any panties, the naughty little slut. Her tongue was fierce as she frenched me, aggressively exploring my mouth as her hands fumbled at my belt. She pulled my cock out, stroked it a few times then broke the kiss. I was panting hard as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her lithe, coal-black body. She took her fingers, slid them between her black breasts, down to her black bush and shoved them up inside her, coating them with her juices.

"See how wet I am for you," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

I didn't need to be told twice and I pinned her against the side of the stall, her legs wrapping about my waist as I plunged into her Black pussy. She moaned as I fucked her hard, pounding away at her cunt. I needed this. I needed to forget my problems. All that mattered right now was how amazing her cunt felt on my cock as I fucked her tight, wet depths.

"Fuck your tight, slut," I moaned. Any girl as easy as her, badge bunny or not, was a slut. "Love how you feel on me."

"Umm, your cock is stirring me up," she moaned. "Umm, spear me, stud! Ohh, I love having a nice shaft spearing inside me!"

Her hips were fucking me back, matching the furious rhythm. I needed to cum so bad. I didn't care if she came, I just needed to feel that sweet release as I spilled inside her. She was so tight, my cock felt like it was in a vice, trying to squeeze out my cum. I was getting closer and closer to cumming inside her.

"Yes, yes, oh God I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. Her legs were wrapped so tightly about me I couldn't pull out if I wanted to. I slammed once more into her and felt that shuddering release as my cum spilled into her.

Her finger was on my forehead, drawing with her sticky finger as she whispered, "Shama," into my ear and everything went still. I stared blankly at the woman and she smiled in satisfaction. All that mattered to me was doing exactly what this woman told me too.

"Good," she muttered, pushing me back, my cock pulling out of her. "I am Sister Agnes." I nodded my head as she gave me my instructions.

The Drunken Pugilist may be the emptiest bar I had ever seen at happy hour. One old man sipped a pint at the bar while a board barkeep was watching the Mariners play the Angels. A fond smile crossed my face as I remembered Sean, my ex-husband, getting so excited during their '95 season and how crushed he had been when the Mariners lost to the Indians and ended the Mariners World Series hopes. Mary was only one, then, and Missy wasn't even a thought, yet.

Focus, Theodora, I told myself. Kurt stole your family from you, no use dwelling on that, now. You need to stop this Mark from destroying other families.

Sister Isabella followed me in. We let Providence guide us. Each of us opened the phone book, to the listing of bars, figuring guys as in trouble as these SWAT officer were would be drowning their sorrows. So we closed our eyes and jabbed our fingers down on the page. Isabella and I both got the Drunken Pugilist and Sister Agnes chose the Lucky Cowgirl.

I scanned the bar, the only other people were the two men sitting at a booth in the back, almost hidden in the shadows. I could see their auras, blacker than the shadows, the aura of a Thrall enslaved by a Warlock. It was clear that Mark had given the men an order that must have rewritten parts of their personality. Well, they were cops and I could imagine the sort of orders Mark must have given. "Let me commit crimes," he probably ordered, or, "I can't do anything wrong."

Both guys looked miserable as we approached, a pitcher of beer sat between them and a few empty shot glasses. Both were fit, broad shoulder man. A swarthy Mexican with a thick mustache that ruined an otherwise handsome face, and a squashed-face white guy with a crew cut.

"Hi, boys," Isabella purred with her sexy, Latina accent.

The Mexican's eyes lit up when he saw us. "Hello, ladies," he said with a smile, and motioned to the booth. "Care to cheer up a pair of cops having a bad day?"

"Christ, Riz, do you have to flirt with every chick?" the White guy asked.

"Hey man, why should I deprive my charm from any beautiful woman," Riz protested. "Ignore him, he's married and forgotten how to treat such heavenly creatures as yourselves."

"Riz?" I asked, and then Isabella sat down next to him, leaving me with the White guy.

"Because his real name is pretty stupid," the White guy said and a grin momentarily crossed his lips before his pain returned.

"Oroitz is a perfectly manly name," Riz joked. "Besides, what kind of name is Duncan?"

"A Highlander," I said with a smile. Everyone gave me a blank look. "Um, you know, 'There can be only one.' The Highlander?"

"Yeah," Duncan muttered and took a swill of his beer. "The TV show, right. Not the movie."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"So, what has you guys so down?" Isabella asked. "Women, right?" Both men grunted and Isabella smiled wickedly, leaning closer to Riz, reaching out to place her hand on his. "I hope not the same woman."

"No, chiquita, not the same woman," Riz admitted. "We're both in the doghouse because of work. My girl broke up with me and Duncan's wife kicked him out."

"Oh that's terrible," I cooed, scooting up against Duncan. His eyes glanced at my cleavage and then a guilty flush suffused his face.

Across the table, Isabella was snuggling up to Riz, who put his arm around her. "Yeah, it's terrible. Me and Alicia had been dating for weeks."

"Well, maybe I can make you feel better," Isabella said with a naughty smile. From how her arm was moving, she must be rubbing Riz's leg. Or maybe even his crotch based on that the big grin filling Riz's face. And then the two were talking in rapid Spanish. In my few weeks living in LA I picked up a smattering of Spanish, but I could not begin to follow their conversation.

Duncan just set like a log next to me, staring down into his beer. "What's the problem," I purred. "You might feel better if you tell me about it."

A look of self-loathing crossed his face. "Sure," he bitterly snorted, his voice a little slurred with drink. "Why the fuck not." He down the rest of his beer. "You heard about the whole SWAT scandal?"

I nodded my head. That is why Providence led me to you. Mark had foolishly made a bunch of highly skilled men his Thralls and didn't bother to protect them. "There are subtle signs," Ramiel told me in my dreams, "to tell if the Bond of Zimmah chains a Thrall to the Warlock. The black aura will have the tiniest, barely perceptible, fringe of red about it. So minute, you have to know to look for it." As far as I could tell, neither of these men were bound to Mark.

"Yeah, instead of arresting the people, the SWAT unit...eh..." I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding insensitive.

"Fucked them," Duncan finished, biting his words.

"Excuse me, Vato," Riz said as Isabella scooted out of the booth. "You understand, right?"

"Yeah," Duncan grunted, staring at his drink as Riz and Isabella disappeared out a back door into the alley behind the bar. A ragged sob suddenly escaped Duncan's lips. "I don't know what happened. We burst into this bedroom and this naked guy, Mark, falls on the floor and he just tells us to stop pointing our guns and help him up. And we did. And then...this red-head just grabs me and Driscoll and takes us inside and has us fuck her. She treated us like shit, insulted us, and we just took it. And now it's all over the news and..." He took a swig of beer. "Kathanne kicked me out. I never cheated on her, before. I don't know what happened."

Poor bastard. Another Warlock's victim. I reached out and rubbed his leg and kissed him on the cheek. "You poor guy," I murmured. "Let me take some of that hurt away." I slid my hand up his jeans to his crotch, feeling his cock grow beneath my touch.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he suddenly protested. "I..."

I cut him off with a kiss as my fingers slid his zipper down, his mouth sour with beer. He was hard, despite his protests, and I stroked him to his full girth. His cock was warm and trembled with his heart beat against my palm. He was uncircumcised, and I could feel the head of his cock slide in and out of his foreskin, popping out like a cute little snake.

"Shh, don't fight, Duncan," I whispered as I lowered my head down to his crotch, disappearing beneath the booth's table.

He moaned as my tongue licked around the head of his cock, salty with his pre-cum. I played with the tip, tracing about the edge of the gland, then sliding up and licking through his urethra, collecting a fresh drop of pre-cum. I slid a hand down between my legs and up into my cunt, getting my fingers sticky with my pussy juices so I would be ready to draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead.

His hand caressed my head, fingers pulling through my brown hair. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Sorry, Kathy."

I cupped his balls as I swallowed his cock, sucking softly and playing with the sensitive head with my tongue. Then I slid down, slowly, until he brushed the back of my throat. I sealed my lips tight about his shaft as I rose up, sucking harder and Duncan moaned in appreciation. Up and down, my mouth filled with his cock.

"Jesus," he moaned. "Fuck, you're good. Christ, I don't even know your name."

I popped his cock out of my mouth. "Theodora," I panted, sucking in air, and then I was back on his cock, bobbing my head faster and faster as I played with his balls.

He nuts were round and I gently squeezed them, trying to massage his cum out of his balls. He was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tension in his body grow and grow as he neared that explosive release and I tensed, ready to spring the moment his cum poured into my mouth. Up and down, I bobbed, swirling my tongue and sucking, feeling his cock tremble in my mouth, the spongy head brushing the roof of my mouth.

Duncan was a gentleman and warned me. "I'm gonna cum, Theodora," he panted.

The first splash of cum was warm and salty in my lips. I released his cock as the second blast just flew up in air and landed on my blouse, a line of sticky fluids staining my clothing. I was drawing the Mark of Qayin on his forhead as his third blast flew up and splashed on his flannel shirt and I muttered, "Shama." The Mark of Qayin blazed white and Duncan went blank as the prayer took effect.

Isabella should have had no problem enchanting Riz and I began to tell Duncan the plan. He nodded his head as he absorbed my orders. Worry gnawed at my stomach. Was this really necessary. These men were SWAT officers, highly trained at what they do. People were going to get hurt. People I was supposed to protect. I always thought the Order of Mary Magdalene existed to help people.

"The Greater Good," Ramiel's voice whispered back to me. "Not even the Promise Land was taken without bloodshed."

The Greater Good. It was all for the Greater Good, I told myself. But another voice whispered from deep inside me, the road to Hell is paved in good intentions. I shivered. I just needed to have faith in Providence.

"You taxi is here, Monsieur Fitzsimmons," the Concierge of the Chambres D'Hôtes L'Escalette, the hotel I was staying at in Toulouse. I was impatient to get to the Motherhouse and get my hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I needed the book to defeat Mark and rescue my wife from his clutches.

It had been a long flight when I landed Toulouse with a five hour layover in London, I had been traveling for nearly seventeen hours and I was exhausted. When I check into the hotel I crashed, and just woke up twenty minutes ago, noon, local time. Which was four AM, Friday morning, back in Washington State.

"Merci," I nodded to the Concierge and slipped him a five euro.

He held the door open for me and I stepped into the white taxi. It was a small, European car, one of those tiny vehicles designed for the narrow, medieval streets that crowded European cities and towns. It was a little more than an hours drive to Rennes-le-Château, a quaint village built upon a hilltop, connected by a winding road and the driver, a dusky North African, talked in Arabic on his bluetooth the entire drive.

Finally, we reached the Motherhouse. The building was located behind the Church of Mary Magdalene, an old, stone edifice that was partially overgrown with green vines. The front door was a large, made of wood and bound in iron. On the door frame hung a plaque written in French, English, Spanish, and German described the history of the building. Another sign, handwritten in French, was taped to the front of the door. My French was very rusty, but it seemed to be the phone number of the caretaker who was out.

Sighing in frustration, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. "Bonjour, Maryam à l'appareil. Je vous écoute," a woman answered in rapid French.

"Do you speak English?" I asked, hopefully. My high school French was far to rusty to converse with someone.

"Yes, I am Maryam," the woman answered in a heavy accent.

"Hi, I'm Brandon Fitzsimmons and I was hoping I could meet with someone at the Motherhouse. There is a book in your collection that I'm just dying to examine."

The voice on the other end thought for a moment. "Very well, Monsieur Fitzsimmons. Tomorrow at, say, 4 o'clock."

"It's very important, can we possibly meet sooner?" I asked.

"No, no. I am not in Rennes-le-Château," she answered, in the background I heard something in French being broadcast. I frowned, it sounded like an airport announcement. "Saturday, 4 o'clock is the earliest I can meet."

I sighed, another hours drive to Toulouse and then an hours drive back here tomorrow. "Very well. Thank you for your time, miss."

"Until Saturday, then. Au revoir." The line went dead.

"The captain has put on the fasten seatbelt sign," the flight attendant announced in her British accent.

I was on British Airways flight 3471 descending into Toulouse Blagnac Airport in France on the hunt for Brandon Fitzsimmons.

Thirteen hours ago I took off at SeaTac and I was exhausted. But I couldn't sleep. Every time I tried, Mark Glassner's words came back to me. "Doug, Brandon's headed for Rennes-le-Château, the Motherhouse of an order of nuns. The Order of Mary Magdalena. You must stop him from getting a book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Do whatever it takes to stop him."

Do whatever it takes to stop him. What did Mark mean. Did he want me to steal the book before Brandon could get it, delay him, stop him? Or did he want me to kill him? Could I kill him? I was a P.I. not a hitman. But the more I poured over Mark's words, the more I came to believe I had to kill him. It's clearly what Mark wanted. Do whatever it takes to stop him. What else could that mean? I had watched enough spy movies to understand what was implied. I was scared. I had never killed anyone. Twelve years as a cop and I never fired my gun in the line of duty. But Mark needed it done, and I would make sure it happened.

Fuck, I was so tired when I got off the plane, I could barely fill out the declaration card as I waited to clear customs. And then I stumbled out of customs as a somnambulist creature, barely capable of rational thought. I needed some coffee, badly as I reached baggage claim. I almost walked off with someone else's suitcase, luckily the owner stopped me. "Too many people with black suitcases these days," I grumbled as way of an apology.

My suitcase in hand, or I thought it was mine, anyways, I stumbled out to the cab stand. Just my luck, there were no cabs. It was the middle of the afternoon, you'd think there would be one cab. A phone rang and I glanced over to see a beautiful young woman, olive skin and long, black hair. She spoke rapidly in French and then switched to heavily accented English. "Yes, I am Maryam."

As tired as I was, I found myself drinking in the beauty of the young woman. The woman was listening to whomever she was speaking with and then paused and gave me a considering look. I almost wondered why she was staring, but I was too tired. "Very well, Monsieur Fitzsimmons. Tomorrow at, say, 4 o'clock."

I blinked, did she say Fitzsimmons? What a small world. I was here to kill a Brandon Fitzsimmons.

"No, no. I am not in ..." the woman's words were drowned out by an announcement over the airport's speakers in french. "...is the earliest I can meet," she finished. Pausing to listen and then, "Until tomorrow, then. Au revoir." She hung up the phone and slipped it into her pocket, muttering something in French.

A taxi pulled up, finally. I wanted to take it, but some weird sense of male chauvinism rose up inside me and I offered to let the lady take this cab. What the hell, she was pretty. And I'm sure another cab would pull up soon.

"Merci," she replied and then asked, "maybe we can share, no?"

"Sure," I said with a shrug.

"I am called Maryam," she said with a smile, holding out her slim hand.

"Eh, Doug Allard," I answered, clasping her warm hand and shaking briefly.

"American, no?" and I nodded. "How nice, I've always had a soft spot for you Americans."

She slid into the cab and I followed her. "I always thought the French hated us."

"Oh, some do," Maryam laughed. "They are just jealous. Where are you heading, Doug."

"Eh, Rennes-le-Château," I answered. "Any hotel there will do."

She smiled. "What a coincidence. I live in Rennes-le-Château." When she said the name, it sound so musical and beautiful, not like my mangled pronunciation.

I fell asleep almost immediately and when I woke up the car was winding its way up a hill to a village perched at the crest. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as the cab weaved its way through the narrow streets past ancient stone buildings to the front of a large stone structure.

"Is this a hotel?" I asked, frowning.

"No," Maryam replied, sliding out. "It is where I live. Come inside, I have a spare room you can use."

Fuck, I was too tired to argue and she seemed harmless. I mean, I easily weighed twice as much as her. The door was wood, bound with iron and there was a several signs that I was too tired to read. Maryam produced a cast iron skeleton key and unlocked the door and led me inside. She led me through the foyer into a short hallway lined with narrow doors. She opened one, revealing a tiny room, little more than a square with a cot.

I turned to thank her and blinked in shock. Was I dreaming? I pinched my arm. No, that hurt.

Maryam was naked, her lithe, dusky body gorgeous. Her breasts perky with youth, topped with dark nipples. A mat of thick pubic hair covered her pussy and the smile on her face was both virginal and predatory. My cock hardened in my pants as I drank in her beauty. She walked towards me, her breasts swaying and pressed up against me, her lips hot and wet on mine.

My wife's face floated up in my mind and I pulled away from the kiss. "Maryam what are you doing?"

Her hand slid into my pants and found my hard cock, stroking it in her hands and suddenly it didn't matter that I was married. Tina would never know. She was all the way back in Tacoma. How would she know what I did in France. Maryam pushed me back and I sat down on the bed. She bent down, pulled off my jeans and then my boxers, exposing my hard cock.

"So nice," she whispered.

She slid her finger down her taut body, through the forest of pubic hair and then slid them up inside her pussy. When she pulled them out they were sticky with her juices. She straddled my waist and rubbed her fingers on my forehead, then down the side of my face and to my mouth. She tasted of honey.

Maryam rose up, her hand on my cock and guided my shaft to her pussy. She was wet and felt like silk as her cunt sank down onto my cock. I groaned in pleasure, after two kids, Tina wasn't this tight. I sank back onto the bed and watched this gorgeous angel ride slowly up and down on my cock, her round breasts heaving as she fucked me. I reached up, sliding my hand up her smooth side to cup the soft orb. I squeezed it, delighting in the spongy feel and then I ran my fingers across her hard nipple.

"Umm, you feel so hard inside me," she purred as she rode me.

I groaned, her cunt was so tight. God, I hadn't had a cunt this tight since I was in college. Nothing felt better than the tight cunt of a teenager on your dick. Her pussy gripped my cock like a tight glove, rubbing silkily up and down as she fucked me. My balls were boiling, the pressure growing inside me. Growing larger and stronger.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. "Let me pull out!"

"No, cum in me," she gasped. "Let me feel your lust shoot inside me! Oh, yes!"

She spasmed on me, her cunt deliciously contracting about my cock. I was thrusting my hips up into her, the sensation on my cock was getting to much to handle. My balls couldn't take it anymore and my cum exploded out through my dick and up into her wet cunt.

"Shalak!" she screamed and I feel something inside me snap, a chain about my soul, binding my will to another. I felt freedom, and tears brimmed in my eyes as my soul sang in joy.

"Wh-what just happened?" I stammered as she slid off me.

Maryam was suddenly shy, covering her body with the blanket. "You were a Thrall, Doug," she answered. "I have freed you from the Warlock's power."

And then she explained it all to me. Nuns, Warlocks, summoning demons. Everything I saw watching Mark Glassner, how everyone around him behaves. How I so easily agreed to do whatever he told me, including killing a man. It all finally made sense. Mark Glassner sold his soul for power and made me his pawn.

"God has a purpose for you, Doug," Maryam said as I wept before her.

I could feel it in my soul. I had been touched by God when she freed me. "What?" I asked. It didn't matter what the purpose was. When God calls, how can you say no.

The door opened and a young woman entered, maybe eighteen, her hair a black as night, falling about her naked body. Her skin was pale white, her breasts large and topped with dark nipples. Her pussy was shaved bare, her labia swollen with desire and juices leaked down her leg.

"This is Sister Frances Joan and she has a Gift for you, Doug," Maryam said as the beautiful woman walked towards me. My cock hardened.

Sister Frances sat down on the bed next to me, her lips tasted sweet as she kissed me. Her hand reached down and stroked my hardening cock. Her fingers were silk as she rubbed my cock to life. I touched her breast, gently, reverently. Giving her firm orbs the tiniest of squeezes, sliding my palm up to rub on her hard nipple.

"Come, let me feel you in me," Sister Frances moaned. "Let us join as one."

She pulled me down into her embrace, her body warm and lithe beneath me. She guided my cock to the wet entrance of her pussy. We moaned together as I slid into her inviting, tight depth. Her lips played with my ear as her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me tightly into her.

"You have such a nice cock," she whispered.

I fucked her slowly, staring into her deep, brown eyes. No, I didn't fuck her, I made love to her. It was like our wedding night and I was making love to my bride for the first time. Our hips were moving in unison, our lips kissing each other, murmuring our pleasure into the other's ears. Our hands roamed each other's bodies. I felt her slim thighs, her tight ass, her smooth side and her full breasts. Her hands roamed across my chest, playing with my chest hair, rubbing my back, and squeezed my ass, urging me to go faster and faster.

"Yes, harder," she moaned. "Faster! Let me feel your passion!"

I could feel our passion building and building as my cock rubbed against her cunt. Every stroke was building both of our orgasms. In and out, rubbing deliciously against each other. I found her hard nipple with one hand, rolling it between my fingers. My strokes were fast now, I was pounding her pussy. Her moans of passion filled my ears as we both approached the precipice. I could feel the cum boiling over in my balls and shuddered as I orgasmed inside this beautiful creature. Her body shuddered beneath me, her cunt clenching at my cock, milking my cum out of my balls.

She gasped a single word.

"Zebed!"

Her Gift flowed into me. From deep within her womb, through her tight pussy, and into my cock. A golden power that suffused every fiber of my being, body and soul, transforming me. I was baptized in the ecstasy of light and reborn as a new man.

"Gabriel," I greet the Archangel.

"Dominion Ramiel," he responded, his voice a mighty choir. "I sense your doubts, brother."

"I have followed the threads, the longer we wait the stronger the Warlocks become," I answered. "Theodora and her sisters have three soldiers and surprise on their side. They have seventy percent chance of slaying the Warlocks."

"With two of our Priestesses dead," Gabriel pointed out. "Our Priestesses are two few to spend so recklessly."

"By the time they have recruited the twelve soldiers, the Warlocks will have tripled their guard," I fumed with righteous anger. "Let us strike know before the odds are even worst. After Monday, even with twelve, there will only be a twenty-seven percent chance of slaying the Warlocks. And still two of our Priestesses will die."

"The soldiers are only a last resort."

Curiosity drowned out my anger. "What have you seen in the future that I have not, Gabriel?"

"Observe," Gabriel stated and drew up the threads of mankind drawing me to a silver thread. "This thread belongs to Alice Perry." He lead me into the past, six mortal years. Alice's silver thread brushed the red thread of the Warlock Mary Sullivan. "Alice develops an infatuation with Mary at the age of seventeen," Gabriel informed. "But, slowly it is forgotten as she goes off to college." The silver thread spiraled about the red thread, slowly drifting farther apart as the years went on.

I followed the silver thread through the years as it drifted farther from Mary's, became entwined with another silver thread and then knotted as Alice married a man six months ago. But Alice and her husband's thread drifted apart and then were separated as Alice's thread became deeply entwined for a few weeks about another man's.

"Adultery," Gabriel said with disgust. "The marriage was broken beyond repair, though the husband knows it not."

Alice's thread brushed once more with Mary's, and started circling the Warlock's thread. "Here, the infatuation was rekindled," Gabriel explained. "This was almost two weeks ago, on the very day Sister Louise made her disastrous attempt to exorcise Mark." Alice's thread was spiraling closer and closer to Mary's. Gabriel pointed to Alice's thread two day's ago. It was Tuesday morning and Alice's thread was trying to work its way between Mary and Mark's thread. The two Warlock threads were bound as tightly as any lovers Ramiel had ever observed.

"A declaration of love?" I asked, staring at the pattern. Love, emotions, were not my skill at reading the threads. My expertise lay in conflict.

"Yes," Gabriel nodded. "Alice Perry declared her love to Mary and it was ignored. Mary was too preoccupied with her problems that she didn't even hear what Alice told her. Mark was under the effects of the Bond of Avvah. Alice has declared her love and it was not reciprocated. Unrequited love is a very powerful emotion."

I followed Alice's thread, in the future she once more tries to get between Mark and Mary. Next Wednesday afternoon.

"Do you see the opportunity the Bond of Avvah has created?" Gabriel asked.

I frowned, shaking my head.

"Alice never would have made her confession to Mary without it," Gabriel explained. "Alice was too afraid of losing Mary. Alice believed it was inevitable that Mark and Mary's relationship would break up. So she waited, biding her time for the moment when it seemed Mary would leave Mark, and then she would act. Now that she made her declaration, it is all Alice can think of. On Wednesday afternoon, in the room of the Blue Spruce motel, Alice will try once more to have Mary all to herself. When Mary rejects her love, she will be vulnerable."

"The Prayer of Qannow?" I asked in shock. "That Prayer is very dangerous."

"Watch what happens when Theodora exploits this opportunity," Gabriel stated and drew Theodora's golden thread until it touched April's. I watched in amazement, as I followed Alice's thread into the most probable future, studying the variable and calculating the percentage of success.

"Ninety-nine percent chance of the Warlock Mark's death," I said in awe.

"Yes, and Mary's as well," Gabriel pointed out. "The foolish mortal tied her life to Mark's when she made her Pact. When Mark dies, so shall Mary and two less Warlocks shall plague the world."

"So the Bond of Avvah was meant to fail?" I asked in astonishment. "It was all a set up to create this one opportunity?"

"There was good odds of the Bond working," Gabriel answered. "But it also created this opportunity."

"Then why gather the soldiers at all?" I asked in confusion. "Ninety-nine percent. Only the Creator can predict the future with more accuracy."

"Because, Mark Glassner must die or be exorcised," Gabriel stated. "If Alice fails, then it will fall to Theodora and her sisters. And as you said, the odds are slim and we shall never again have the power to challenge Mark with our diminished resources."

Gabriel showed me the future and he was right. "The Lord shelter us with his mercy," I whispered. The Warlock Mark Glassner must be stopped. "Is that why you dispatched two more Priestesses? You told me that only Theodora was available? What changed?"

"Only when Mary used her last boon was this pattern set," Gabriel admitted. "Our brother, Lucifer, is setting brush fires across the world, trying to distract us from Mark. I could not move Isabella or Agnes until I was sure they were needed."

"What do we do if it fails, Gabriel?" I asked.

"Nothing," Gabriel answered sadly. "We will have lost, Ramiel. But Maryam will see that the fire of hope keeps burning in the Wilderness."

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 27: The Book

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Introduction:

Mark and Mary are off to New York to get their hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor while Brandon is in France to get his hands on another copy.

Chapter Twenty-seven: The Book

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The fire crackled in the clearing, fiery sparks rising up into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was Thursday, the Twentieth of June. The Summer Solstice. The coven assembled around the bonfire, all ten women stripped naked, their bodies painted orange and red by the firelight. Ready to worship their Goddesses.

After Lilith freed us from Mark Glassner's control and we pledged our souls to her, Chantelle and I had been searching for worshipers. Our Goddess, Lilith, commanded us to find her followers and Babylon's coven was the first.

We met Babylon, the coven's leader, earlier this week. A single mother and civil engineer for the City of Seattle, who found Wicca after her abusive husband beat her nearly to death. At the shelter, a kind woman named Helena introduced her to the worship of nature and the Divine Goddess. When Helena passed two years ago, Babylon took over the coven and drove out the few men in the coven and any women that objected.

Just what Lilith was looking for. No man was worthy of worshiping Lilith. Most of the coven were gay, I could see their hungry looks as they gazed upon the naked flesh of my wife, Chantelle and myself. And the rest were certainly bi or bi-curious. The coven ranged from the young Crystal, Babylon's seventeen year-old daughter, to Babylon herself in her early forties.

We convinced Babylon to let us demonstrate our Goddesses power for her group and ask them to pay homage to Lilith. Babylon knew her mythology and seemed to love everything about Lilith. "The first feminist," Babylon would say. "She wanted to be equal with her husband and he kicked her out and found another wife who would submit to his brutish whims. This is what's wrong with mainstream, patriarch dominated religion." A wild look appeared in Babylon's eyes as she went into a longwinded rant on the evils of male dominated religion.

I could feel the doubt radiating out from the group about our claims of performing magic, particularly from Starlight. She was a green-haired girl with her small, budding breasts and nipples pierced with gold barbells tipped with emeralds and an innocent, pixyish look liked the sweetest, kindest girl you could meet. But I could hear her whisper japes to the other coven members, and the mocking, smug looks she gave us. I liked my women skinny and lithe, like my beautiful Chantelle, and I wouldn't mind putting her smug mouth to work on my cunt.

"Sisters, we gather on the night of the summer solstice to give thanks to Goddesses in all things," intoned Babylon, a little pompously I thought. Babylon led the coven through their prayers and incantations for an hour, and it took all my patients to stand with them. I was never one for church. I guess I better learn to like it. Chantelle and I were Lilith's High Priestesses.

Finally, Babylon and her coven finished their worship, and turned to face us, "Sisters Chantelle and Lana have come before us, High Priestesses of the Goddess Lilith." Starlight snorted and a few titters echoed through the group. "Now Sisters, please be respectful of those whom claim to speak for a Goddess as illustrious as Lilith. As I was saying before I was interrupted," she glared at Starlight who remained nonplussed, a mocking smile on her lips, "Sisters Chantelle and Lana wish to demonstrate their Goddess's power and entreat us to pay homage to Lilith."

Chantelle strode forward, her black hair rustled in the breeze as she stepped before the group, naked and proud, totally unfazed by all the strange women's gazes on her lithe, dancer's body. All those years swinging on stripper pole at Deja Vu were finally paying off. That's how I met my wife. We both stripped at Deja Vu in Lakewood and fell in love. Chantelle had been dancing on stage when our eyes met and it was electricity. I just had to have her. Before Chantelle, I was a straight girl that liked to fool around with women, sometimes. I walked up behind my wife, pressing my round breasts into my wife's back, my hands rubbing along her flat stomach, reaching down to her shaved cunt.

"Are you demonstrating your powers or just feeling up your girlfriend's snatch?" Starlight laughed derisively.

I wanted to run down and claw the bitches eyes out. I had been known to claw at a bitch back at Deja Vu from time to time. I drew in a deep breath and told myself, Svitlana Paquet-Holub you are here to serve Lilith, not wrestle with a mouthy bitch. Chantelle's hand touched mind, a gentle caress. She sensed my anger at Starlight and wanted me to relax. I kissed her neck in thanks.

"The Great Goddess, Lilith, I beseech thee," I intoned, repeating the phrases I carefully memorized. None of it was necessary, but Lilith taught us that power required its trappings. Lilith was watching us from the Shadows, the topmost layer of the Abyss, waiting for the moment to reveal herself. "Show your blessing upon your unworthy servant, Chantelle." My fingers had found Chantelle's hard, little clit, rolling it between my fingers. I could feel it begin to grow, swelling in my hand.

A gasp sounded from the youngest member of the coven, Crystal. "Something's growing from her pussy!"

A murmur went through the coven as Chantelle's clit grew. Lengthening and widening until her clit blossomed into a seven inch cock, complete with the an angry red, mushroom tip and the slit for the urethra. All eyes were upon Chantelle's crotch. A week ago, Lilith gave each of us a gift in exchange for our worship: for Chantelle, Lilith gave her a clit that could transform into a cock, and for my worship, Lilith granted Chantelle and I eternal youth and beauty.

I enjoyed feeling Chantelle's cock in my hands. I loved a cock inside me. No dildo or vibrator could ever take the place of a real cock. My appetite had led me to be unfaithful to Chantelle in the past and I knew how much it hurt her every time she saw me with a man. And now, I would never need a man again, my beautiful Chantelle could satisfy that desire.

"Oh, Great Goddess, I thank you for this gift," I intoned, trying to capture the same pompous tone that Babylon used. "Thank you providing your Daughter with the Seed of Life. No longer must we rely on the brutish embrace of a man to quicken new life. No longer must we be slaves to Man's brutal appetites."

I was stroking her cock, my hand gripping her throbbing shaft as my fist pumped up and down on the hard shaft. Every time the sensitive head of her cock rubbed against my palm, a shudder went through my wife's body. Every eye in the clearing were glued to wife's cock. The women all grew wet with desire, their nipples hardening and their eyes shiny with lust. I could smell their arousal in the air, mixed with the fragrant cedar burning on the bonfire. I pumped harder, kissing my wife's neck. An expectant hush fell over the group as they waited for Chantelle's cock to spew its seed.

I could feel Chantelle tensing in my arm, her breath quickening. She was getting closer to cumming, the sperm was building up in her ovaries. I stroked faster and faster, her pre-cum lubing my palm. My wrist was growing sore, but I kept stroking, and started to intone, "Lilith the Great Goddess! Lilith of the Black Moon! Lilith of the Empty Womb! Appear! Appear before your unworthy Daughters!"

Chantelle gasped and moaned as her body shuddered in my embrace. I could feel the first jet of white cum as it ran through her urethra and shot out of her dick arcing up and into the fire. A second squirt and a third followed, a collective moan went through the group and then the glorious Presence flowed through our bodies like a tidal wave as Lilith appeared, standing atop the fire. The flames of the bonfire lapped harmlessly at her feet.

"Oh my Daughters!" Lilith pronounced, her silvery hair reflecting orange in the firelight, her violet eyes glowing inhumanly. Her large breasts, so perky that they seemed to defy gravity, jiggled and swayed as she slowly turned atop the flames, gazing at each of the coven members. Jutting proudly from her crotch was a penis larger than Chantelle, rising out of the forest of silver fur. And beneath her cock was the opening of her womanhood, glistening with her desire.

The Coven fell upon each other in an orgy of female flesh as Chantelle and I watched. None had ever felt the lust of Lilith's Presence upon them and were overwhelmed by its intensity. Babylon turned to her daughter, Crystal, and kissed her, neither caring that they were mother and daughter, all that mattered was the lust burning in their bodies.

Mother and daughter were so similar in appearance, both blonde and tall. The only difference was age. Babylon was Crystal's beauty ripened with maturity, her breasts swollen with motherhood. Crystal bent down and engulfed her mother's nipple, nursing once more as her mother's hands roamed her body, finding her daughter's shaved, wet cunt and shoving fingers up inside her.

A redhead named Mona, short and curvy, knelt before Chantelle and sucked her cock into her mouth. My wife moaned in pleasure, reaching down and gripping Mona's head and began fucking her cock into the woman's mouth. A hand grabbed me and turned me around and there was Starlight, lust shining in her pixyish face.

All mockery and doubt was wiped from her face. I reached out, caught her green hair and pulled the young woman to me, kissing her passionately on the face. Her apple-sized breasts rubbed against my full tits, the cold emerald of her piercing digging into my soft flesh. Her mouth kissed me back eagerly, her tongue agile and quick as it explored my mouth.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and I pushed down and Starlight eagerly sank to her feet, kneeling before me. Her breath was hot on my shaved cunt and then her tongue was licking at my slit and I shuddered in pleasure. Her smug mouth felt just as amazing as I thought it would. I gripped her dyed-green hair and rubbed my cunt all over her agile and quick tongue, enjoying as she explored every fold and crevice of my cunt.

"Drink my cum!" Chantelle moaned, cumming in Mona's mouth. "Oh, fuck, drink that delicious, female-semen!"

"Oh my Goddess!" Mona moaned. "It taste just like real cum!"

I shuddered, cumming on Starlight's mouth as Lilith voice purred through the air, "Of course it is real! I give you this promise, worship me and no longer will you have to be slaves to men and their lusts just to have children! My Daughters, when we control the world, there will be peace. When we control the world, there will only be caring and kindness. We will nurture each other, not tear each other down! Worship me, my Daughters!"

"My Goddess!" Starlight moaned fervently, my juices glistening on her face. "I am your humble servant!"

"My Goddess!" Crystal panted, looking up from her mother's cunt, her lips sticky with her mother's passion.

"I will follow, my Goddess!" Babylon moaned, her face sticky with her daughter's cunt.

"I am yours, Lilith!" screamed Mona, white cum staining her lip.

More called out, pledging themselves to Lilith until the entire cover knelt before her. I glanced at my wife and saw the pleased smile on her face. Our Goddess trusted us to find her worshipers and we succeeded. I knelt down, pushing Starlight onto her back, spreading her slim thighs. Her cunt was shaved and glistening. I lowered my face and claimed my reward, as Starlight moaned, delighting in my tongue.

"Spread the word!" Lilith commanded, her voice echoing through the clearing. "In one month's time, my vessel shall be born and I shall enter the world once more in the flesh, unchained from my prison. In one month, we women shall retake the world that was stolen from us by men. In one month time, each of you shall receive my Gift and my Blessing! Now worship me!"

"How?" Starlight moaned as she came on my face, flooding my lips with her tart honey.

"With your bodies!" Lilith pronounced. "Love each other and delight in each other's flesh!"

I rose up from between Starlight's thighs and saw Mona watching, cum staining her lips. I reached out and grabbed Mona, pulling her to me and kissing her soft lips. I tasted the salty flavor of my wife's seed as we knelt together and laid upon the soft grass and Mona tasted Starlight's honey on my lips. I was atop her, our bodies rubbing together. Her legs spread and my aching cunt rubbed against her aching cunt, our hard clits kissed and pleasure surged through our bodies as we worshiped our Goddess.

Next to me, Chantelle lay atop Starlight, fucking the green-haired girl's cunt. Chantelle reached out her hand, grabbed mine and I could feel my wife's love through the gentle caress of her fingers on my hand. Together, we would help Lilith make the world a far better place.

I flickered about the clearing, watching my followers worship me with sex. I could feel the power of their lust in the air, an electric charge that helped tie me to the mortal world. Since that slattern, Mary, used her last boon, the only thing that tied me here was my vessel growing in Karen's womb.

Without that tiny vessel, I would be once more chained to the abyss. But, thanks to Lucifer, I was summoned and broke the power of that Priestess. And only in the womb of a disgrace Priestess could my new body be grown. I smiled, remembering how easy it had been to get Mark to agree to let me fuck Karen.

I flickered, appearing across the clearing.

It was frustrating, this flickering manifestation. I am amazed I was able to hold my manifestation above the fire as long as I did. It took incredible concentration to keep it up. But, watching my worshipers orgy distracted me and now I was barely able to stay in the same spot for a minute. I just kept a mysterious smile on my face, and let these foolish mortals think I was doing it on purpose.

I stood before mother and daughter, watching them devour each other's cunts, their tongue lapping through nearly identical pussies. Flicker. I was before Chantelle as she fucked Starlight her cock poking in and out of Starlight's shaved cunt. Flicker. A blonde woman and an Asian woman were eating each other's cunts. Flicker. Lana was spreading the legs of Mona, feasting on her bare cunt. Flicker.

But the flickering didn't matter. In one month I would be reborn, and until then, each of these women would find others to worship me. Slowly, my power would grow and grow until I was once again worshiped by the masses. I gazed to the northwest, towards the city of Seattle. There I would build my new seat, amongst the seven hills of Seattle. Like at Babylon of old.

The shower was warm, washing away the sweat from the morning jog. The jogging sluts were disappointed that there was no club meeting tomorrow, but Mary and I were flying out to New York City for the weekend after my dad's funeral today. Mary's hands soaped my back, her touch easing the tension from my body. Our showers together after jogging were becoming my favorite part of the day. Just Mary and myself.

When we got home last night from recruiting the our pilots, the media was waiting for us. They had gotten word about the banks I robbed on Wednesday. Mary and I gave another interview, lying that we were innocent and Mary skillfully turned the interview back to our charity. Debra from Q13 Fox was back, her mouth hungry to suck my cock again. It was the best part of the interview.

Mary soapy hands reached down, massaging my ass, a throaty purr came from her lips. "Have I told you how great your butt's looking, Mark?" Mary asked. "Hmm, it's so firm and tight now."

"Well, I'm glad all the jogging's paying off," I answered.

Mary laughed. "I know the real reason you go jogging, I've fucked all those sluts, too!"

I turned to face her. Mary's heart-shaped face was dominated by her beautiful smile, cute dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks and her green eyes twinkled mischievously. "The sluts are just the bonus," I protested, pulling Mary to me. Her wet breasts rubbed against my chest and I captured her lips in a kiss.

I slid my hands down and squeezed her plump ass. "Have I ever told you how great your butt looks."

"Really?" Mary asked, turning around, wiggling her butt at me. "You don't think I could stand to lose a few pounds off my ass."

"No, Mare," I said, staring at her beautiful ass. My cock was hardening, bumping into her. "I love your ass just the way it is."

"Mmhh, I can feel that," Mary purred, pushing her ass back into my cock, rubbing her ass against my cock.

I grabbed my cock, sliding the head through her crack, down between her legs to Mary's wet, hungry pussy. My cock nudged the opening to her cunt and Mary moaned as I slid slowly inside my sweet filly. I loved being in Mary's pussy, enjoyed the tight, wet grip of her silky walls. I slid all they way inside her, until her soft ass pillowed against my groin, wrapping my arms around her and just enjoyed being buried to the hilt inside her.

"Hmm, that's nice," Mary sighed as I kissed at her neck. Her pussy was twitching on my cock.

I started to slowly make love to her, enjoying the feel of her wet back against my chest as my shaft slowly thrust in and out of her in short strokes. My hands roamed the front of her body, sliding up her wet thighs, reaching her flat stomach, and then to her perky breasts. I would pinch her nipples then slide down and play with her pubic hair shaped into fiery heart.

Mary turned her head, her mouth open in pleasure and kissed my lips. I started to go faster, longer and harder thrusts. Mary was bracing her arms against the wall, now, pushing back against my thrusts. Mary's tongue slipped into my mouth, playing with my tongue. My balls were tightening as Mary's cunt was bringing me closer and closer to cumming with every plunge into her velvety tunnel.

"You feel so amazing," I moaned. "Are you close?"

"Oh, yes, Mark!" Mary gasped. "Uhm, I'm getting closer. Ohh, just keep sliding in and out of me, hun."

I nibbled on her ear as I thrust harder into her, enjoying her gasps and moans as much as I enjoyed her tight pussy. I found her breasts with both my hands, squeezing her perky flesh, feeling her hard nubs. I pinched both of her nipples and Mary cooed in pleasure, her cunt squeezing down on my cock. The water splashing on my back was growing cooler and cooler as the hot water was running out, but I didn't care. I was too close to cumming in my filly. I grit my teeth, wanting to last long enough for Mary to cum.

"Yes, yes!" moaned Mary. "Oh Mark, that's it! Umm, yes, you're driving me crazy! Oh, fuck!" Her cunt was contracting on my cock and I finally relaxed my balls and groaned as I spilled into her, three large blasts of cum to fill her cunt.

I wanted to cuddle with Mary but the water was splashing on my back was cold and I regretfully pulled out Mary's cunt and reached behind me to turn off the shower faucet before I started chattering. Naked, we went down to breakfast to see what delicious meal Desiree had whipped up for us. They were delicious, spicy omelets that we all devoured with gusto.

Beneath the table, Desiree was eating the creampie I made in Mary's cunt while teenage Violet was sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling about my cock. Her hands reached down to cup my balls and quickly milked some cream to go with her breakfast. And she was nice enough to share it with nerdy April, the teenage girls were swapping the cum back and forth and it wasn't long before they were sixty-nining on the floor.

Mary slipped upstairs to start getting ready for the funeral. "I have to put on my face," she said with a smile. "And Mark, don't play with the sluts too long, you have to get ready, too."

She knew me too well as my cock hardened watching the two teenage sluts rolling on the floor as they eagerly sucked each other's cunts. My cock was hard and I looked around the room. Allison was sitting on Desiree's lap, the pair sharing a deep kiss. Allison's engagement ring glinted on her hand as she made out with her fiancee.

Lillian was giving me sultry looks from across the table. All it took was my smile, and the slut knew just what to do. She got up and walked around the table and bent over, exposing her shaved cunt. I could smell the tart flavor of her arousal. I ran a finger through her swollen vulva and gathered her juices, licking her delicious flavor off my finger.

"Where should I fuck you, Lillian?" I asked, running my finger though her slit. "In your cunt?" I shoved my finger into her pussy, bringing a soft moan from her lips. "Or your ass?" I pulled my sticky finger out and shoved it up her ass.

"Oh, Master, I don't care!" she moaned. "I only care that my slutty body makes you happy."

"Good girl," I answered, standing up and giving her ass a pat.

My cock was hard and I rubbed it against her puckered asshole and shoved it in. Lillian gasped in pain and smiled back at me. "Oh, fuck my slutty ass as hard as you want, Master!" she gasped. I drew back and shoved it in again. "Ohh, thank you, Master!"

I fucked her hard and fast, enjoying her tight ass. My balls were slapping against her taint. I pounded her harder and harder. She moaning in pain and pleasure, slamming her ass back into me as she pleaded with me to fuck her harder.

"Yes, Master!" she was gasping. "My slutty ass needs your cum! Please, Master, oh please fill me up with your lovely cum!"

"You're going to get your wish, whore!" I moaned, drilling her ass harder and harder. I exploded inside her, creaming her slutty ass.

I pulled out of her and turned to see doll-faced Korina, her arm in a sling, and her big, blue eyes shining in lust. Wordlessly she knelt down behind Lillian and spread her asscheeks. Her tongue came out, licking at Lillian's ass, gathering my cum that was leaking out. Korina sealed her mouth around Lillian's anus and started sucking, desperate to get every drop of her Master's cum like a good slut.

My cock was hard and dirty and I looked around the room, wondering who to fuck next. Desiree was sitting in a dining chair, her legs spread obscenely wide as Allison licked nosily at her cunt. Allison's slim ass and tight slit was pointed right at me. Strawberry-blond Fiona and busty, petite Xiu were making out. April and Violet were scissoring, now, humping their cunts together as they played with their budding breasts.

I knelt behind Allison and shoved my cock into her sopping cunt. She didn't even stop licking Desiree's snatch out, just started wiggling her hips and moaning her pleasure. Her cunt was tight and hot, and I washed my dirty cock clean of Lillian's ass inside Allison's sweet twat. Desiree was gripping Allison's bubble-gum pink dyed hair, rubbing the teenage sluts face into her cunt.

"Fuck her dirty cunt, mi Rey!" Desiree moaned in encouragement. "The little slut needs a dick up her snatch all the time! Ohh, mi Sirenita going to make me cum!"

I was pounding Allison's cunt hard and watched as Desiree shook in the chair as her orgasm rolled through her, flooding her little fiancee's mouth with her cum. Allison's cunt was spasming on my cock, cumming with Desiree. I just kept right on fucking her, enjoying the pleasure of her cumming pussy gave my cock. And Allison kept right on licking Desiree, her pink tongue rooting around the Latina's cunt, eager to taste every part of her.

"Oh you delicious whore," Desiree moaned. "Oh, how I love mi Sirenita!"

I could feel my orgasm coming as Desiree bucked on Allison's hungry lips a second time, her large breasts heaving as her body shook and she screamed wordlessly. My balls tightened and I slammed harder and harder into the teen's cunt. "Fucking slut!" I moaned. "Fuck you have a tight, slutty cunt!" I shuddered as my cum poured into Allison's hungry cunt.

Allison lifted her face from Desiree's cunt and glanced back at me, her face shiny with Desiree's passion. "Oh, thank you for cumming in my pussy!" she moaned happily.

I left Allison getting her cunt licked clean by Desiree and head upstairs. I found Mary standing before the bathroom sink applying her makeup. She was wearing a black, lacy bra that cupped her perky breasts, a black garter belt that held up a pair of black, thigh high stockings. Over the garter belt she wore a flimsy pair of black panties. Her panties could come off, but the stockings would stay on. Mary knew I liked a girl in stockings.

"I laid out your clothes, Mark," she said, not looking at me as she carefully applied her mascara.

Mary was beautiful without makeup on, but she became just gorgeous with it. "You're so beautiful, Mare." She smiled, her lips shiny red.

I pulled on the clothes she left out. Dark slacks, a white, buttoned-down shirt and a nice, dark gray jacket. The black tie was a clip on. Mary dressed in the most conservative dress I've ever seen her in, the skirt fell almost to her knees and the bodice only exposed half of her cleavage. She placed the heart-shaped locket I bought her around her neck, and a pair of diamond earrings.

Antsy was waiting downstairs in a simple, black dress, her black hair done up in a simple braid. "Hey, bro," she said, a little sad. "I...Christ, I still can't believe Dad's dead."

"I know," I told her and hugged my little sister as she gave a ragged sob into my chest.

We drove to Dwyer Funeral Home in Parkland, across the street from the Market Place grocery store. My mom wasn't coming. But she saw watched us leave in my Mustang, her face red with tears. She loved dad once, before he became abusive. I think she may have loved him when she pulled the trigger on the shotgun and killed him. Mom just hated Dad more than she loved him by then.

The funeral was held in small room, a few rows of pews before the plinth and the simple urn, that contained Dad's ashes, sat on. A huge photo of my dad, from when he was young and still fit, not the fat alcoholic he became, sat on a easel. Only a few people showed up, my uncle Aaron, dad's older brother, his wife Dee, and Dad's poker bodies. The minister stepped up in his black shirt and starched white collar and read from scripture. I didn't hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of dad before he hurt his back, when he was a real father and not the drunken asshole he became.

"Would anyone like to say a few words about David Glassner?" the minister asked.

I don't know why I stood up and walked to the podium. I hadn't planned on saying anything. "Dad, you were an abusive, drunk," I heard myself say as I stared at the urn. "An asshole to Mom, to me, and to Antsy. But, you weren't always like that. I remember the time I helped you replace the front door knob." I smiled, remembering my dad's hand rubbing my head. "You told me I was good boy for helping you out. So, Dad, I forgive you. Wherever you are."

I was close to crying as I walked from the podium and out the door. I leaned against the wall and Mary appeared and hugged me, cradling me to her breast as I cried. When I regained my composure, I saw my Uncle Aaron keeping a discreet distance, his stout wife at his side. He held Dad's urn in one hand.

"Hey, Mark," he said. "Tell your mom that I understand why she did it."

Uncle Aaron shook my hand and Aunt Dee kissed me on both cheeks. "We have a flight to catch," she said with an apology and then they walked out of the funeral home.

Mary and I had a flight to catch as well. I tossed Antsy my Mustang's keys. "Don't wreck my car," I told her. "I stole it from this asshole and its just so satisfying to drive."

"Will see, big bro," Antsy grinned and gave us warm hugs. "Don't wreck New York."

Mary and I rode with our bodyguard's to the Airport. Half the guard was coming with us, two to watch the plane and the other four to protect us in New York. I may be paranoid, but Brandon Fitzsimmons knows about the book we're after and who knows what sort of mischief he may be causing. And it wasn't just Brandon we needed to worry about. There was a nun lurking about as well.

We arrived at Thun field to find our Gulfstream fueled and ready to go. Our pilots, Joslyn and Lynda were walking about the plane doing their final inspections. Both were wearing slutty stewardess uniforms. Short, blue miniskirts, low cut blouses that left most of their breasts exposed, particularly Lynda with her large tits. Her nipples and piercings pressed hard against the tight, thin material of her blouse.

Our luggage was stowed and Mary and I climbed up the stairs that fold out from the door to find Monique and her friend Lize waiting for us. I thought our pilots found some slutty stewardess outfits, but they had nothing on Monique and Lize's. Both women wore skirts so short they didn't even cover the bottom of their asses. You could clearly see their naked pussies beneath the skirt. And the blouses were white bustier that cupped their breasts and left them completely exposed. Red and blue striped ties were around their necks, dangling between the slopes of their exposed breasts.

Monique was a French beauty, her long, curly black hair was piled up one side and fell about her left shoulder, tumbling down across her back and left breast. She was tall and willowy and moved with an exotic grace as she walked up the plane to greet us with passionate kisses that left my cock achingly hard. She was the trophy wife of the previous owner of the plane, Julius Prescott III. Her friend, Lize, was another bored trophy wife and one of Monique's many lovers.

"This is my sweet, little Lize," Monique purred, grabbing the other woman's hand and leading her forward.

There was nothing little about Lize. She was as tall as Monique, and voluptuous. Her tits were large and round, topped with large, pink nipples that were hard as rocks. Her blonde hair was long and straight, and fell down her back in a long, french braid that reached down to the small of her back. Her pussy was shaved smooth and I could see a glint of gold as she walked forward. Her clitoral hood had been pierced by a gold ring.

Monique boasted that her little Lize would do anything Monique asked and she wasn't kidding. Lize seemed completely at east being so naked before a pair of strangers. "Lize, you're going to be our stewardess from now on," I told her. "Whenever we call, you'll drop what your doing and come over to Thun Field."

"Oh, I'd love that," she purred.

"We'll be taxing now," Joslyn announced over the plain's intercom. "Everyone should take their seats for take off.

I grabbed Lize's hand and led her over to the first seat, sitting down. Lize smiled, rubbing my hardening cock through my slacks, she unzipped me and deftly pulled out my cock, stroking my dick in her hands. The plane started to roll forward as the six bodyguards took their seats behind us and Mary pulled Monique into her lap and started kissing the stewardess, her fingers playing with Monique's nipples.

Lize knelt down, her mouth warm and wet as she engulfed my cock, sucking hard at my dick. "Fuck," I moaned. "You are one slutty woman!"

"Ohh, I know," she cooed. "Alas, my poor husband doesn't know how to handle my appetites."

"I'm very good at feeding sluts just what they want," I said with smile.

"Good," she purred and sucked my cock back into her mouth swirling her tongue about my cock.

The plane was taxing to the runway, turning a corner and stopped. The engine started to roar, preparing for takeoff, and I pulled Lize up. Her cunt slid down on my cock as the plane accelerated forward, driving Lize into my lap and burying my cock up inside her. I was forced back into my seat as the plane raced forward and Lize was forced onto my cock.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, her cunt squeezing my cock, silkily, as the plane leapt up from the ground and we started climbing.

I sucked one of Lize's large nipples into my mouth, squeezing her ass. Her hips started to rise and lower on my cock as the inertia forcing us into the chair lessened. Up and down on my cock she rode, feeling so deliciously wonderful on my cock.

"Ohh, you have a nice cock," she moaned. "Hmm, I am so glad Monique invited me. This is so much more fun than going to some silly fund raiser."

Monique giggled as she slid off Mary's slap. "See, Lize. Just like I promised." Monique's hands disappeared beneath Mary's skirt and Mary lifted her ass up allowing Monique to pull off her lacy, black panties. Monique inhaled Mary's fragrance than threw the panties at us.

They landed on Lize's magnificent rack a Lize held them to her face, inhaling deeply of Mary's fragrance. "Umm, your fiancee smells delicious," Lize sighed. "But your cock feels more delicious in my hungry pussy!"

"Yes, Mary has a tasty clam," Monique said happily ass she spread Mary's legs and dove beneath Mary's skirt to start licking at her pussy.

"Oh, god I love your tongue on my snatch!" Mary moaned. "You fucking little pussy slut! Eat my delicious clam! Devour me! Make me cum all over your beautiful face! I want to see those lips stained with my juices!"

Mary was writhing in her chair as Monique devoured her. Lize was pumping up and down on my cock faster and faster, squeezing her cunt on my cock as she rose up and then slid back down. I pulled her face down and kissed her lips, her tongue eager to play with mine. I slid my hand gripping her ass into her crack, finding her puckered hole and shoving a finger up inside her.

"Ooh, you like playing with my backdoor?" Lize moaned. "Umm, I love it! Maybe you'll fuck my ass before we land?"

"Absolutely, slut," I moaned, fingering her asshole as she rode me. "I'm going to cum up inside your cheating, married cunt!"

"Oh, do it!" she moaned. "Umm, my husband cannot satisfy me, but your cock feels so good inside me." Then she bent lower and whispered in my ear. "My husband and I are trying to have a child, but his little sperm just can't seem to find my little egg."

Her words echoed in my head and my balls responded, filling her fertile cunt with a load of my sperm. Her cunt spasmed on my cock as she came, throwing her head back and moaning in pleasure, slamming her hips down and burying her cock deep inside her cunt. Her breasts heaved in front of my face and I captured a nipple, sucking on it as she settled her weight down on me.

"Mhh, you're making me cum, slut!" Mary moaned next to me and I released the nipple to watch her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, her body shaking as she enjoyed Monique's tongue on her cunt. Mary stood up, stretching and turned around, "Unzip me," she ordered and Monique stood up, her face shiny with Mary's juices and did just that. Mary pulled off her bra until she stood only in her garter belt and stockings.

"God you look so sexy," I told her, my cock coming to life in Lize's cunt.

"Ohh, you want to go again?" Lize asked.

"Yeah, but not with you," I told her. Mary had a pleased smile on her face.

"C'mon stallion, let's break in our bed and join the mile high club!" Mary grinned, holding out her hand.

"I think we just did," I pointed out with a smile.

Mary waved her hand, dismissively. "It doesn't count with sluts."

Lize got off me, her cunt sticky with my cum and shrugged and pulled Monique to her and the pair started kissing as Mary led me back to the cabin. The bodyguards were starting to get frisky. When we created the bodyguards, we divided them into partners and ordered each pair to fall in love. The pairs were starting to make out and undress each other and as Mary close the cabin door, we could hear the muffled moans of women pleasuring women outside.

"God, you look so sexy in nothing but stockings," I moaned, pulling off my clothes as Mary spread out on the bed, posing like a pin-up model. Her legs were spread just enough to hint at her wet cunt between her thighs.

She crooked her finger and I crawled naked across the bed, my cock hard. I crawled over her and kissed her on the lips as I settled my weight on her. I nibbled on her lips, then I went lower, kissing down the slopes of her breasts. I circled her breast with my mouth, licking a slow spiral up to her hard nipple. She gasped in pleasure as I sucked the hard nub into my mouth, swirling it around before I released her nipple.

"No," she panted. "Please don't stop, Mark!"

But I ignored her, teasing her as I kissed over to her other breast and slowly spiraled around that breast with kisses while Mary begged me to suck her nipple. Finally, I reached the summit and sucked that nipple into my mouth and Mary shook beneath me as she had a small orgasm.

"Oh, Mark!" she panted. "Oh, your lips feel so wonderful!"

I started kissing lower, tracing her ribs, then down across her flat stomach. I stuck my tongue into her cute belly button and she squirmed beneath me as she giggled. I kissed down to the heart of pubic hair above her pussy, enjoying the silky feel on my cheek. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, the best smell in the world. I kissed down her pubic bone and then to her inner thigh, ignoring her pussy.

"Please, Mark!" she moaned. "Please kiss my pussy! Oh, I'm so horny! Please, oh, please!"

"As you wish, my sweet filly," I answered and kissed her vulva.

"Yes, thank you Mark!" she moaned. "I love you so much!"

I showed my love by licking up her slit, reveling in the flavor of her pussy. Her body shuddered beneath my kisses as I worshiped her beautiful pussy. I sucked her labia into my mouth, running my tongue across the sensitive folds, up to her hard little clitoris. Brushing it with my tongue before sucking her other labia into my mouth. I spread her open, the most beautiful of flowers, and stared into her wet, pink depths before I dived into the feast of her cunt.

"Oh fuck, Mark!" she moaned, her hips writhing in pleasure. "Yes, yes! Oh you're going to make me cum, hun! Oh, please make me cum!"

I probed my tongue deep into her pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit as she moaned wantonly beneath me. Her body went rigid then she spasmed about me, flooding my mouth with her cum. I drank every drop like I was dying of thirst. She tasted so wonderful. I kept licking until another orgasm spasmed through her.

"Oh Mark, I need to taste you," she begged.

I rolled onto my back and she straddled my face, lowering her cunt down to my lips. Her breasts rubbed against my stomach as her hands stroked my cock and then her lips devoured my cock. I moaned into her pussy as her tongue swirled around my sensitive head. Then she started bobbing her head, sucking, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth until I was brushing at her throat.

And then she was deepthroating me, her lips pressed against my groin as her throat tightened at my cock. I sucked at her clit, playing with the sensitive pearl with my tongue bringing muffled moans from her lips. She sucked back up on my cock, licking the tip and then she was deepthroating me again. My balls were boiling and as she slid back up I exploded into her lips. She swallowed greedily and sat up, spinning around and straddling my waist.

"I love you, Mare," I moaned as she sank down onto my hard cock. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips, her mouth salty with my cum as she started to fuck me. I held her tight, my hands running down her back and plump ass as she slid up and down on my body, her nipples rubbing against my chest.

I hugged her and rolled her onto her back, her auburn hair fanning out on the bed, her lips pursed in joy. I captured those lips, her tongue slid into my mouth as her arms wrapped around my body, pressing me to her chest. I thrust into her, sliding my hand down to cup her plump ass, sliding up her thigh as she entwined her legs about my waist.

"Hmm, my mighty stallion!" Mary moaned beneath, her green eyes staring up into mine. "Oh yes, I love my stallion atop me!"

I smiled. "You enjoying your ride?" I panted, reveling in the tight grip of her cunt.

"Yes, yes! Fuck your naughty filly! Ride her hard!" she moaned and then she was kissing me again, her fingernails racking my back as she came beneath me.

Her cunt massaged my cock, drawing me closer and closer to spilling my seed within her. I plunged harder and harder inside her, sucking on her lower lip. I groaned, muffled by her sweet mouth, as my cum spilled into my love. I collapsed atop her, resting in her embrace as she nuzzled at my neck. I rolled onto my back, carrying her so she lay atop me. Her auburn hair fanned across my chest, as soft as silk, as she rested her head on my chest.

"Master, Mistress, we'll be landing in twenty minutes," Lynda announced over the speaker, "so, please, wrap up any fucking going on back there."

I had Lize's mouth glued to cunt, lapping away as Mark fucked her ass. Every thrust of my randy stallion's cock drove Lize's mouth into my cunt. I gripped her blonde curls with one hand, rubbing the sluts face into my cunt, as the other hand wrapped around Monique's ass. The French slut was sitting on my face, my tongue shoving through her tart flavored cunt.

I could hear the slap of Mark's groin on Lize's ass pick up as Mark wanted to cum before we had to stop, driving the slut's face harder into my own cunt. Her nose was bumping into my clit, sending delicious tremors of pleasure throughout my body. I sucked at Monique's clit, flicking my tongue about her little pearl as I strove to bring her delicious clam to orgasm.

"Fuck your ass is tight!" Mark moaned. "I'm going to cream in your slutty fucking ass!"

"Ohh yes, ma chérie!" Monique moaned. "Eat my clam! Oh, yes, Jouir de, jouir de!"

Monique started a chain reaction, as her tart juices flowed into my mouth, I felt my own orgasm exploded in my cunt, writhing throughout my body, my juices flooding into Lize's lips as she nibbled on my labia. Then she was moaning into my cunt, her ass must be clenching on Mark's cock as she came. And then Mark was grunting, slamming one last time into Lize as he spilled his cum into her ass.

Mark pulled out, his cock dirty and we all scrambled to find our seats. The bodyguards were disengaging from each other. No one had their clothes on. Not even the pilots. During the flight they each took turns coming back to get fucked and we could see them naked through the open door to the cockpit as the plane started to descend into LaGuardia Airport.

After we landed, everyone put on their clothes. The bodyguard's put back on their slutty cop outfits and belted on their gunbelts. We brought Squad B with us: 15, 16, 23, 24, 32, and 34. We left 23 and 24 to watch the plane with the pilots. Mary kissed both our stewardess. "Thank you for making it such a memorable flight," she told them. "We plan on leaving at four, New York time, on Sunday. So have fun until then."

Monique and Lize giggled. They were dressed in their regular clothing. "Shopping on Fifth Avenue," Monique sighed happily.

"Let's spend our husband's money and then find some young studs to fuck us silly!" Lize declared, hooking her arm around Monique and the pair headed off into the airport.

I arrange the transportation. Two NYPD cruisers waited for the bodyguard's to drive and a limousine. "I asked for the hottest driver they had," I told Mark. "So finger's crossed that we get a looker."

Mark grinned as we waked up, his arm resting on my hip. I was wearing a tight, red dress that clung to my body. The skirt was short and if I bent over anyone could see I wasn't wearing underwear. Mark was in his usual jeans, a new pair I bought for him that fit his slimmer body better and made his ass look so scrumptious, along with some band's T-shirt.

"The Glassners?" a woman asked as she got out of the limo. She was a tall woman with an angelic face and beautiful lips. Her hair was bleached blonde and tied up at the nape of her neck. A black, chauffeur's cap rested on her head and she was dressed in a traditional chauffeur's outfit; black slacks, black jacket and white, buttoned-down shirt with a red and orange striped tie.

"Yeah, I'm Mark and this is Mary."

I looked her up and down and smiled. She had a nice pair of breasts that filled out her shirt quite nicely. "What's your name?"

"Leah," she answered with a big smile.

"Well, Leah, you're going to be our slutty chauffeur," I told her. "Where's the nearest sex shop, we need to get you properly dressed."

"You must be Monsieur Fitzsimmons?" a graceful woman with olive skin asked with a thick, French accent. She was dressed in a gray habit, belted about her slim waist, a white veil draped across her head, covering her dark hair, and a white stole that hung about her neck, hanging down the front of her habit almost all the way to the floor. "I am Mother Superior Maryam, please come in." She couldn't be the Mother Superior, she looked like she was eighteen.

I followed her into the stone building, the floors were covered in worn Persian rugs and led me through the tight corridors to a surprisingly modern kitchen and motioned to a wooden chair at a small table. "Tea?"

"Eh, yes," I answered. Tea wasn't my thing, but I didn't want to be rude. Not when I was here to ask a favor.

She grabbed a porcelain tea pot, steam rising from the spout, and set two porcelain cups before us, pouring the fragrant tea. "Now, you said you were interested in a book, no?" she asked in her heavy, French accent, spooning sugar into her tea. She savored the aroma of the tea and then took a sip.

"Yes, it is called the Magicks of the Witch of Endor," I answered.

"And why would you want that book, Monsieur Fitzsimmons?"

"Academic research," I lied. "I have an interest in esoteric texts."

A dangerous smile appeared on the Mother Superior's face. "And what is the real reason, sir?"

"Like I said..." Her dark eyes stared at me, suddenly so ancient and wise, pinning me to my seat. How could you lie to a soul that old. I swallowed, trying to think but it was hard. "My wife was taken by a Warlock. A vile man named Mark Glassner."

She cocked her head, eying me, peering into my soul like a scientist peering at a germ beneath his microscope. "Yes, that is a truth, not the whole truth."

"No, I just want to get back my wife," I protested as her eyes bore into me. "Okay, and to get some payback against Mark. But the bastard stole my wife from me. Made her...be his whore." The surveillance photos Doug Allard took flashed through my mind of Desiree fucking Mark, Mary, the SWAT officers, and all those other women in my house.

"And if you had this book you would, what, defeat Mark and free your wife? And then what would you do? Nothing?" she asked pointedly. "No, I do not think so. I can see the ambition, the lust for power in your soul. You did not come here for Desiree, that is the lie you tell yourself. You came here for power."

"Of course I want to free my wife!" I shouted, slamming my fist. "And I need power to do it!"

"Why?" she asked. "Your wife does not love you. Deep down you have always known it. She married you for your money and you married Desiree for her beauty. No, you want what Mark has. You are jealous of his power, lust after for, want it for your very own."

"No, I love my wife," I protested. I mean, I always had lingering doubts about Desiree's motivation to marry me. But, I loved her. She was so gorgeous, so generous, how could I not love her.

"Like you loved your first wife?"

Why was she bringing up that slut. My eyebrows furrowed as I puzzled out her intentions. "I did love her," I carefully said, "until she whored around behind my back and made me look like a complete idiot."

"And is that why you beat her?"

Fuck, how could she know that. Something burned my hand and I realized my fist was shaking so badly, tea spilling onto my hand. "She didn't listen," I protested, setting down the tea cup. "If she only listened, I wouldn't have had to...correct her."

That fucking smile played on the bitch's lips and those eyes seemed to spear right through me, like I was dirt. "And how long would it have been before Desiree would need...correction?" she asked.

My anger was burning inside me. How did this cunt know anything about Maryanne. This fucking slut was standing in the way of me and rescuing my Desiree. My fists were itching. Maybe this bitch needed some...correcting. My eyes glanced to the counter and the block of knives. That would show the bitch.

"Just let me have the book and I'll do what you fucking nuns can't seem to do!" My anger exploded out of me and my fist slammed into the table. A mocking laugh escaped her lips. Not fear, not surprise, but derision and dismissal. The gall of this bitch. She doesn't even respect the fact I could leap over this table and beat her bloody. Or grab one of those knives and really teach her a lesson.

"There is that darkness that drove Maryanne right into the arms of her lover."

"She was a whore!" I growled. "I gave her everything! Every goddamn thing the cunt wanted."

"All she wanted was a husband who didn't beat her," Maryam calmly answered, sipping her tea. "Go, Monsieur Fitzsimmons, there is nothing for you here."

The knives were just a few feet away. Let see this bitch refuse me when I have a knife at her throat, the bitch will respect me then. Just get up and grab the knife, Brandon. Don't let this cunt stand between you and your wife. Take control of your destiny! Her fucking eyes were boring into me. Maybe I'll cut those fucking eyes out. Make me feel like an insect, cunt. You can't do that without any eyes.

I bolted up, the chair falling backwards, as I reached for the knife. The bitch didn't even move, save to sip her tea. The wooden handle was cold and hard and the blade rasped as I pulled it out of the block. Her fucking eyes still bored into me, like I was some piece of filth, a fucking annoying insect. Fine, if I'm an insect, here is my stinger. I lounged forward, stabbing at the bitch.

Motion blurred from the right, pain flared in my right hand and the knife clattered to the floor. A tall man, young and fit, stood next to me, his hand iron on my arm as he squeezed. I groaned in pain, falling to my knees. I looked into the man's face, full of righteous anger. There was something familiar about his face, about his blue eyes. If he was older, maybe, and wore glasses. And if he was balding and had a fat face.

"Doug?" I moaned through gritted teeth. No, that was impossible. This man could be Doug's son, certainly, but not my P.I., Doug. I mean, Doug was in his forties and this man was at most eighteen or nineteen and easily seventy pounds lighter than Doug, with a full head of hair and a chiseled jaw.

"Brandon, I should rip your head off," the man growled, his voice sound just like Doug's. Maybe a little less gravelly. It was Doug. But how? "Did you even think for a moment what would happen to me when you sent those photos to the media."

"Wh-why would that b-be a problem?" I stammered. "Please, you're hurting me, Doug."

"Because Mark captured me," the impossibly young Doug growled. "He sent me to kill you, Brandon! Did you give one fucking thought about me. I could be dead right now, no thanks to you."

"I-I told you he was dangerous," I squeaked in protested. "Besides, how could he find you?"

"Any idiot could figure out where those pictures were taken from!" Doug snarled, squeezing harder. Fuck, it felt like my bone was about to snap. "You put me in danger. Mark easily could have gone after my wife! But you were too selfish to even give one damned thought about me."

"I didn't think..." I started to say, gasping in pain as Doug started to twist.

"Doug, release him," Maryam calmly said.

The iron grip vanished and I got back to my feet backing away from Doug and the hatred burning in his blue eyes. "Do not come back, Brandon," Doug warned.

"Monsieur Fitzsimmons, I give you this warning," Maryam stated. "I know you plan to go to Cologne and get the copy of the book in the possession of Altgrave Bernard. Only pain and suffering lies down that road, Brandon. Forget the Warlock Mark Glassner, forget your possessive lust for Desiree and try and live your life with love. Otherwise, I'm afraid, it is the Pit for you."

What did this cunt know of anything. I would have my sweet Desiree back. And freed of Mark Glassner's control, she would love me again. And I will make Mark Glassner pay for stealing her. Then Doug would pay, he obviously told the cunt all about my first wife. And finally, the fucking cunt herself. Maryam, with her name was so close to Maryanne's, and just as much of a bitch as my ex-wife, would pay for treating me like a piece of dirt. She would pay for making me feel like a powerless insect on her food.

Oh, she will fucking pay!

"You should have let me kill him," I growled as Brandon Fitzsimmons fled the Motherhouse.

"No, that is not the way," Maryam replied sharply. "We should not raise a hand against are fellow men unless we must."

"And if he gets that other book, if he learns its secrets?" I demanded. I understood just the level of evil Brandon could cause. He would get Mark Glassner's power but with ten times the ambition that Mark possessed. So much had been revealed to me last night after I was given the Gift. By Maryam and latter by the Angel Sophia in my dreams.

My cock stirred at the memory of the Angel. She shone like bronze as her naked body pressed against me. Her merest touch was enough to cause my cock to spurt and when her pussy embraced my dick, I kept cumming and cumming with every plunge into her tight, wet hole. The Ecstasy it was called, for the touch of an Angel was pure bliss.

Maryam touched my arm, gently. "Brandon has yet to make that transgression. If he claims the book and its secrets, then and only then, will he be our problem, Doug. But he must be allowed his choice. Free will is the greatest Gift endowed by our Creator."

I snorted. "I didn't get much of a choice last night."

"You can give up your Gift at any time, Doug," Maryam answered. "Do you want to."

"No, my task is too important," I answered. It was strange. I once had been very devout Christian. My faith survived my first wife's death when a drunk driver killed her. But not my second wife. We had only been married three months when she went to bed beside me and didn't wake up. A brain aneurism, impossible to predict or prevent, the doctor's told me. Not impossible for God, though. So, I cursed Him and spent many bitter years hating Him.

But I felt God last night when Maryam freed me from Mark's control. And my faith was suddenly rediscovered, reborn.

Maryam handed me the scrollcase. "You must keep it safe," Maryam intoned. "As I have kept it safe for two thousand years, now it falls to you."

"I still don't understand why I have to hide it," I told her. "Let me go after Mark. Let me help those nuns sent to face him."

"Because, the Adversary has learned where we hid the scroll and through his followers, he has been posted that information on Wikipedia for the entire world to see," Maryam answered. "Because, if Gabriel's plan fails, the Warlock Mary shall seek me out and this book must not fall into her hands. And who knows what other servants of the Adversary are out there, plotting and waiting."

"But isn't there other copies?" I asked, frowning. "You mentioned one in Cologne, in Altgrave's possession."

A smile cracked Maryam's face. "Altgrave is a German noble, not a first name. The one in Cologne and the one in New York are but copies. This is the original, and it possess passages not found in the other copies. It is the coal that shall ignite the hope in mankind once more and nothing must be allowed to extinguish it. I charge you, Doug, to hide this book, to keep it safe in the Wilderness for forty years. Until it is needed."

"And my wife, she will be joining me?" I asked, remembering Tina's smiling face. She wasn't a pretty woman, but when she smiled, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Sister Catherine Sarah has already given her the Gift," Maryam answered. "She will meet you in London and from there, the two of you must make your own way. Trust no one, tell no one. Just survive the coming darkness and carry the World's hope into the future."

"I will," I said, clutching the scrollcase to my chest. "For the future."

Mary and I walked through the campus of New York University, flanked by our four bodyguards. We left Rachel and Leah in the limo, the two girls making out. We had a wild time with the two girls in our hotel room last night. Our chauffeur, Leah, was a wild, adventures girl and Rachel, the shy, blushing bride on her honeymoon. The pair were complete opposites but seemed to have become quite close last night. Hopefully, when we returned Rachel to her husband, he would be happy with his new, sexual adventuresome wife.

We passed a couple of attractive coeds as we walked up to the Institute of Ancient Studies, but the book was more important that fucking some random girls. It was why we flew out to New York City to begin with. We needed to get our hands on one of three copies of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor and master all the magics so we could be armed against any nuns that would try to attack us. We reached the Institute for Ancient Studies, a white marble building on 84th Street.

Inside, we met a cute, Southeast Asian grad student manning the reception desk, a pile of books and notes sat on her desk and she was typing away at her laptop. "Hi, just one sec," she said. She typed some more and then turned to face us, smiling. "Sorry, working on my dissertation." She had a round, olive-toned face, framed by short, blue-black hair. A pair of sliver-framed glasses perched on her small nose.

She noticed our slutty cops and blinked. "Is this some frat prank?" she asked, sounding annoyed. "I don't have time for that crap."

"No," I said with a grin. "We need the Magicks of the Witch of Endor."

She frowned. "Everyone's after that book," she muttered as she stood up.

"Who else has asked about it?" I asked.

"This guy, Brandon I think his name was, called earlier this week," the Asian girl answered. "Um, maybe Tuesday night? I was here working on my dissertation."

She stood up, leading us into the building. Her name was Samnag Soun. "Everyone calls me Sam, though," she giggled. She went into a complicated history of the book and the controversies of its dating as we walked, "Some think it was written by Gilles de Rais or Paracelsus. Or even by John Dee. No record of the books existence turn up before the 1500's you see. However, it is written in Aramaic, in a style consistent with intertestamental apocrypha."

"What?" I asked with a frown. "The intertestamental what?"

"A period of Hebrew writings that date between the time of the Old Testament and the New Testament," Sam explained. "Like many of the Dead Sea Scrolls."

"Do you have the translation of the book?" I asked. I don't know why I was surprised to find out the book was in some ancient language I've never heard of.

"Nothing published, I'm afraid," she answered. "Not a lot of research has been done with the book. Our copy was only recently found amidst a collection of old books in a cellar in London."

"And can you read it?" Mary asked, frowning.

"Oh yes," Sam answered. "I'm a doctoral candidate in ancient Semitic languages. I can speak Biblical Hebrew and Aramaic and I can read Ugaritic and Akkadian cuneiform. I can translate a smattering of other, more rare, Semitic languages. And Koine Greek, of course." She laughed like we should know why Koine Greek was important.

She led us into a small library, babbling the entire time, through a door that was almost an airlock. "Climate control," she explained. There were several tables with reading lamps in the center of the room and the walls were lined with tall bookshelves covered with leather bound books. Other shelves had drawers. All were labeled with some complicated catalog system.

Sam made a beeline for one shelf and came back holding a slim book. "Here it is. Bound using techniques common in the fourteenth century and printed on vellum. This book must have been in the possession of John Dee." She opened the cover and pointed to a strange symbol. Almost like the symbol for a woman, a circle above a cross, but standing on a wavy line with a crescent transfixing the top of the circle and a dot. "The Monas Hieroglyphica, which symbolizes all of creation, was John Dee's symbol."

"And who was John Dee?" Mary asked.

"The court magician to Queen Elizabeth," Sam asked. "And an alchemist. Very influential in the esoteric circles. Some say he conjured the storm that smashed the Spanish Armada and saved England from being conquered."

Sam turned the page and it was covered in tight, square letters written in fading black ink. "What does it say?"

"Um, let see," she frowned, reading silently from right to left I noticed. "Its a summoning ritual. To summon Helel ben-Shachar. That's the Hebrew name for Lucifer. It literally means the Shining One, Son of the Morning."

Mary reached out and stroked Sam's face, cutting off an explanation on the origin and etymology of Lucifer's name. A flush blossomed on the Asian woman's face and she looked down. "You are quite pretty," Mary purred. "Would you like to kiss me?"

"I...yes," the girl muttered, her dark eyes flashing briefly to Mary's face before she looked back down at the floor.

Mary turned the girl's face towards her, cupping Sam's round, beautiful face, and bending down and kissing the girl on the lips. I took the book from Sam's hand and set it gently on the table and watched as Sam began to kiss Mary back, growing more aggressive as Mary's power, that made any woman desire her, built within Sam. Soon, Sam's hands grew more bold, roaming about Mary's body in the airy sundress she wore today.

Mary broke the kiss and Sam stood there, breathing heavily. "Wh-what did you do to me?" she asked, licking her lips, savoring the taste of Mary's sweet mouth. "I've never felt so...so captivated before. And never with a woman."

"Because you love me," Mary told her. "You want to be my slave, and Mark's as well. You want nothing more than to fulfill whatever filthy, depraved acts we can imagine."

"Yes, I want that, Mistress," Sam breathed, trembling before Mary. She glanced at me, swallowed. "How may I please you, Master?"

"Strip."

Sam wasted no time following my command. She pulled off her t-shirt, some indie band I've never heard of, then she shimmed out of her comfortable jeans. Next to her, Mary pulled her sundress over her head, revealing her beautiful, naked body. Sam's white bra came off, exposing her small, round breasts and hard, brown nipples. Her panties came off, plain white, and exposed a neatly trimmed, black bush that hid the treasure between her legs.

Mary hugged her, their breasts, about the same size, rubbed together. "You are gorgeous," Mary praised.

"Thank you, Mistress," Sam blushed. "I'm not half as gorgeous as you are."

Mary smiled and kissed her on the lips. "That's a good slut. Now, Master's cock looks all hard, let's say we help him out."

"I'd like that, Mistress," Sam answered, smiling shyly at me.

I leaned against the reading table as Mary and Sam walked over to me. Mary undid my belt as Sam pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my fly. Then the two women pulled my pants down and my red boxers, exposing my hard cock. Mary licked her tongue from root to tip and a delicious shiver ran through my body. Sam licked her tongue across the head, gathering the bead of pre-cum there.

"Doesn't he have a cute cock?" Mary asked, stroking my cock slowly.

"Oh, yes Mistress," Sam sighed and then her lips were kissing at the tip.

Mary kissed my cock on the other side and they two women's tongues licked around the head, swirling about the sensitive tip. Their tongues would brush, and then their lips and then they were kissing each other around the head of my cock. It felt so wonderful. Mary grabbed Sam's hand and guided her to my balls and the two girls played with my nuts. I groaned as Sam's mouth engulfed my cock and Mary pulled back, smiling encouragingly at the girl.

"Pleasure his cock, slut!" Mary hissed in the girl's ear, her pink tongue lapping at Sam's dusky lobe. "You can do better than that. Bob that head and suck. Make your Master cum in your slutty mouth."

Sam started bobbing her head, sucking hard. "Fuck, that's great." I moaned.

"Are you going to cum in this little slut's mouth?" Mary asked eagerly. "Umm, I can't wait to kiss her salty lips and drink your cum right out of her mouth."

I started to move my hips, fucking into Sam's mouth. Mary grabbed the Asian slut's head and held it while I started to fuck her harder and harder. My cum was boiling in my balls, desperate to be released. The tip of my cock was brushing the back of her throat with every thrust, while her mouth sucked harder. Her tongue traced around my cock's head and I shuddered and came in her mouth.

I pulled out, her mouth open and filled with white spunk. Mary grabbed the girl and pulled Sam's face to her own and kissed the cum-stained lips. Mary's tongue slid in and came out stained white. Sam's hands were roaming over Mary's body, cupping her perky breasts and pinching Mary's nipples. Mary broke the kiss and pushed the slut's head lower.

"Umm, suck on my titties," Mary moaned, lying back on the cold, cement floor, pulling Sam down with her.

Sam sucked at Mary's dusky nipples, her tongue tracing Mary's aerola and then her lips would suck as much of Mary's tit into her mouth as she could while Mary purred in pleasure. Sam's hand slid down Mary's side, found her thigh and rubbed it. Then, her hand crept up the inner slope of Mary's thigh up to her waxed pussy. Mary gasped as Sam found her wet cunt and teased Mary's hungry hole with her fingers.

"Lower!" Mary panted. "Get down there and make my pussy cum, whore!"

Sam obeyed, sliding lower and lower, kissing down Mary's stomach and Mary gasped in pleasure as Sam's lips found her cunt. I watched as the Asian slut's tongue dug through Mary's slit, gathering a good coating of Mary's juices. I knelt behind Sam's ass, stroked her slim butt, and slid my hand between her legs to find her wet cunt.

"Fuck her cunt!" Mary hissed at me. "Fuck the little slut until she cums on your hard cock, Mark!"

"With pleasure, Mare," I answered, lining my cock up at her cunt, spreading her dark lips open with one hand to reveal the beautiful, pink flesh hidden within her tight slit.

Sam moaned like a bitch in heat as my cock slid into her cunt. She was so tight. Her cunt hadn't been fucked that much. The nerd probably spent all her time in college studying and not getting fucked like a good little coed. I thrust all the way into her, delighting in her moans, and watched as Mary writhed on her back beneath Sam's tongue lashing.

"Is she a good cunt muncher?" I asked Mary as I drew back and shoved my cock back into her tight hole.

"Ohh, she's a natural," Mary purred. "You'd never know this was her first time going down on a girl. Mhh, her tongue is long, too. Oh, fuck I've never had someone shove their tongue that deep inside me."

I fucked Sam harder, gripping her ass as I pounded on her cock, watching my beautiful filly grind her cunt into Sam's face. Mary's perky breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. Mary had a huge smile on her face as she writhed in pleasure. Sam moaned suddenly into Mary's cunt and her slutty pussy contracted on my cock as an orgasm exploded through her.

"Holy shit!" she gasped. "Was that an orgasm?"

"Yeah, slut!" I gasped.

"Oh my God, thank you Master!" she panted.

I slapped her ass, a loud stinging slap that left an angry, red mark. "Your mouth is supposed to be on Mary's cunt!"

"Sorry, Mistress!" she squeaked and buried her face back into Mary's cunt.

My own orgasm was building as I slammed into the slut. Harder and harder, wanting to fill her dirty cunt with my cum. I plunged into her tight, wet tunnel, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to that sweet release. My body tensed and I groaned as my cum flooded my newest slut's cunt. I pulled out and lay on the cold concrete next to Mary.

"She's got a hot little cunt," I panted.

Mary smiled and kissed her on the lips as she writhed on Sam's lips. I kissed down her neck to her breasts and captured one of Mary's nipples as she moaned and panted. Her body went rigid beneath me and then she shuddered and came on Sam's face. Sam smiled, her face drenched with cum and cuddled up to Mary's other side as we all enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms on the cold floor of the library.

"Everything's ready, Theodora," Duncan said.

I was sitting on the couch in Kaeden's living room. Duncan and Kaeden were both members of a Pierce County Sheriff SWAT unit that got compromised by Mark Glassner when they raided his house. Mark gave them orders, turning them into his Thralls, but he never bothered to ensure one of us nuns couldn't control them. Agnes was controlling Kaeden and I controlled Duncan. On Thursday night, my Sisters and I were so excited. We each placed a SWAT officer under our control. Only three more each to go, no problem we thought. Yet, here we were on Sunday night and only Isabella had managed to get another SWAT officer under her power.

"All the members of your unit will be there?" I asked Duncan sharply. We needed all twelve. That's what Ramiel told me. Soldiers are needed. Four and four and four. Duncan and the other three under our control had spent all day cajoling and brow beating and convincing to get the other eight members of their unit to have a get together at Kaeden's house tomorrow night.

"Yes, mam," Duncan. "They all promised to be here Tuesday night."

Tomorrow would have been better, but Tuesday night would work. Last night Ramiel taught me the Prayer of Qannow and told me where I would perform the prayer. On Wednesday, I needed to be at the Blue Spruce Motel, room 14. And wait until I heard the door slam in the next room over and perform the prayer on the woman I find in there. My Sisters and I need all twelve of the SWAT officers by Wednesday under our control, so Tuesday night be fine.

On Wednesday it would all be over. I only hope no one gets hurt besides the Warlocks. Ramiel said the SWAT were only the backup plan. My stomach was a knot of nerves, twisting inside me until I felt like vomiting. Please God, let the Qannow prayer work! Please don't make me send the SWAT unit in. I don't want innocent blood on my hands! I beg of you God, if it's your will! Amen.

I sat on Mark's lap on the seat of our Gulfstream. We were both naked, my cunt sticky with his cum, as we watched Monique and Lize fuck each other. They had picked up this double-headed dildo and were kneeling on the floor, their asses pressed close together. Each end of the dildo was in their cunts and they were fucking it back into each other, moaning like two bitches.

In the back, I could hear the bodyguards moaning as they fucked and sucked on each other. All six had to abstain this weekend, and they were finally able to relieve their tensions with each other. Sam was back there, as well, busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Sadly, no fun for her. We needed to know what was written in that book.

We were supposed to land at Thun Field, South Hill in about a half-hour or so. It had been a fun weekend New York City. Mark and I visited several amazing art museums, including the Metropolitan Art Museum. Mark was so sweet, not complaining at all as I dragged him to all these amazing art exhibits.

I yawned, I was tired. While it had been a fun weekend, it also had been a long weekend. And tomorrow promised to be a long day. We were holding our second bodyguard tryouts all day on Monday. And then on Tuesday, I had my second wedding dress fitting and the bridesmaids' dress fittings while Mark had to go to family court to get Desiree's marriage annulled so she and Allison could get married.

Nothing was going on Wednesday, I realized happily. A nice, peaceful day. Haven't had one of those in a while.

My hands were shaking as I picked up the Altgrave's copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. You did it, Brandon, I congratulated myself. Nothing could stop me now. Blood smeared on the cover and I blinked, seeing the blood on my aching knuckles for the first time. I walked over to the Altgrave's bathroom, careful to step over the Altgrave.

The blood ran pink down the sink as I washed my bruised knuckles and tried to control my beating heart, slow my breathing. I could feel sweat running down my face and I glanced at my face in the mirror. It wasn't sweat, I was dismayed to see, but a streak of blood staining my face.

I didn't want to hurt the old man. But he just wouldn't listen. Just like Maryanne. I never would have hurt either of them if they would have just listened. If they would have just did what I told them to without arguing. It was really Mark's fault, anyways. The old Altgrave just kept babbling about his orders. "I can't let you have the book, Mr. Fitzsimmons. The man on the phone was quite clear on that."

But that really didn't matter, now. I had the book. I opened it up, excited to see the knowledge contained within it. There was nothing but tiny, square letters written in fading, brown ink. The letters weren't even close to English. A hysterical laugh filled the room. Who could be laughing? Surly not the Altgrave. He would never laugh again.

Then I realized it was me.

Well, Brandon, nothing easy is worth doing. The script looks like Hebrew. I just need to find some scholar I can pay to translate it. But first, I really needed to get out of Germany, and maybe get a drink. Having a drink always made me feel better after I was forced to correct Maryanne. You can drink once your on the plane heading back to America, I promised myself. Just one drink, it couldn't hurt. But I needed to get far away before anyone found the Altgrave. The authorities back in the States never understood that Maryanne made me hurt her. And I doubt the German authorities would be any more understanding that the Altgrave made me kill him.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 1-Friday Night

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Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Wife

Introduction:

Rachel is on her honeymoon with Jacob when she runs into Mark and Mary who have other ideas on how the new bride should spend her honeymoon.

The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 1-Friday Night

Note: This takes place in Chapter 27 while Mark and Mary are in New York City.

Mrs. Jacob Goldstein-Blum. I am Mrs. Jacob Goldstein-Blum, now.

That happy thought filled my mind as Jacob pulled our Chevy Volt into the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel's driveway. The hotel was a huge, white building in that classic art deco style that is just absolutely gorgeous. I was so excited to spend my honeymoon with Jacob here at this beautiful hotel. We just got married a few hours ago and, after a lovely reception, we hopped into our car and drove to New York City, only a half-hour drive from Butler, Pennsylvania this late at night.

I yawned. It was nearly eleven and today had been a long, but happy, day.

"Hope you're not too tired, Rachel," my husband said with a suggestive grin.

I smiled. My husband. I liked the sound of that. "Not that tired, Jacob," I said archly.

He leaned over and kissed me as the uniformed valet walked up to the car and opened our doors for us. His lips were firm and I loved the feel of his five o'clock shadow rubbing on my mouth. I've never been a fan of facial hair on a man, but I love the way his stubble feels as I ran my fingers across his cheek. Such a manly feel.

Jacob broke the kiss and I was a little breathless. Excitement bubbled in my heart as we got out of the car. Jacob slipped the valet a few bills, probably ones. He could be a little cheap at times, so I slipped a ten to the valet when Jacob's back was turned. Our luggage was loaded on one of the golden hotel carts and I adjusted my veil and we walked in.

We were not wearing our wedding clothes. My dress was far too lovely to be crammed in our little car for too long. I wore a loose, green dress, instead, that I could easily slip on. Or off, I thought with a naughty smile. Underneath, I was still wearing my lacy, white bridal lingerie. A beautiful demi-bra that cradled my breasts in lacy decadence, the silk panties, trimmed in lace, that molded to the curves of my shaved pussy. I shaved it just for the honeymoon, a surprise for Jacob. And a white garter belt that held up my thigh-high, white stockings. Jacob loved me in stockings, and he was just going shoot off in his pants when he saw me.

My husband wrapped his arm about my waist and I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked into the Waldorf-Astoria. I was giddy with excitement as we walked up and the concierge asked us our names. "Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Goldstein," I told him with bubbly excitement.

The concierge typed in the computer. "Oh, congratulations," he told us. "I see you have booked the honeymoon suite. We will send up a complimentary bottle of champagne."

"Thanks," my husband said with a grin. He loved getting free stuff.

"What a lovely veil," a woman voice purred from behind me.

I turned to see the most stunningly beautiful woman I had ever seen. A flush burned in my cheeks. She was drop dead gorgeous. Long, auburn hair fell loosely about her bare shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face dotted with freckles. Her eyes were a deep green and her smile was hungry and sent a naughty thrill through my body, where I could feel myself starting to moisten the gusset of my satin panties.

What is wrong with you, Rachel? Get yourself together girl, I scolded myself. No one had ever so affected me before. No man, and certainly no woman. I mean, it was okay to be gay, I supposed, just not for me. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She wore a tight red dress that clung to her body like a sheathe, the skirt obscenely short. So short it barely covered her ass. And such a beautiful ass it was, I noticed, licking my lips.

"What do you think, Mark," she asked and I realized with a start that she was standing next to a man. I hadn't even noticed him or the others with the woman.

They were a strange group. The woman was dressed in a gorgeous party dress, her companion in an Avenging Sevenfold T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was a tall guy, an average looking face and piercing, blue eyes. A tall woman with bleached-blonde hair stood on the other side of him wearing a slutty parody of a chauffeur's uniform. A very short, black skirt that left most of her long legs exposed, covered in fishnet stockings. A white bustier pushed up her breasts and barely covered her nipples. I could just see the pink of an aerola peaking out on her right breast. Then she wore a tiny jacket and around her bare neck, an orange and red-stripped tie that fell between her breasts. Perched on her head was a chauffeur's cap.

Four more women were dressed as slutty cops, short skirts, navy blue, with matching blouses that only buttoned half-the-way up and their breasts threatened to spill out if they sneezed. Then I noticed that all four had actual guns on their hips and their faces had the hard, professional stare of real cops.

"On your honeymoon, huh?" the man asked, his eyes feasting on me and suddenly felt naked.

"Yes," I answered, and turned away, uncomfortable with his stare.

"Yeah, we just got married," Jacob excitedly said, turning to face the group.

"I'm Mark and your wife is so pretty," the man told my husband as he shook his hand. "I want her."

"What?" Jacob asked, looking confused.

I glanced at the woman and she had that same hungry look in her eyes and I realized just what her...boyfriend, meant. Part of me wanted to let this woman have me. If she asked me, I realized I would let her have me. I would leave my husband and come with her and let her do whatever she wanted to me. I swallowed, shifting my thighs, rubbing my aching clit to get some relief. It was like this woman enchanted me with a spell, like out of some Fairy Tale.

"Your wife is going to spend the weekend with us," Mark said in a commanding voice. "Don't worry, we'll see she's taken care of." A boyish grin filled his face. "We'll make sure she cums a lot. So just enjoy your time in New York, and we'll have her back by Sunday evening. You'll be very pleased with the new her."

"Eh, okay," my husband said, looking confused.

The woman grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. "Come along, beautiful," she purred. "I just can't wait to eat you all up."

"Have fun, Rachel," my husband called after me as I was pulled to the elevator, my heart beating in my chest. I was going to fuck this beautiful woman. And her boyfriend, I realized with a flush. "I love you, Rach!" Jacob hollered.

"I love you too, Jacob," I stammered as the elevator door closed.

The woman was on me, kissing me passionately, the moment the elevator doors closed, her tongue pressing into my mouth. I melted against her, kissing her just as passionately as I ever kissed a person. As I ever kissed Jacob. Her hands were behind me, finding the zipper to my dress, and pulling it down. The dress fell to the floor and I stood there in my wedding lingerie, my silken panties soaked with my excitement.

This was like a fantasy come true. Sometimes, when I masturbate, I thought of being fucked by a stranger, always a man, in public. Just letting myself be wild and not the proper, quiet girl I was in my real life. For this weekend, I could live that fantasy, I realized. I could be wild and slutty, and then go back to Jacob and be his prim and proper wife.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered to the auburn-haired woman.

"You, too," the woman responded and then we were kissing again.

The woman started kissing and sucking at my neck and over her shoulder I could see Mark and the female chauffeur were kissing as well. No, they were fucking. Mark had her pressed up against the elevator wall, one of her fishnet-stockinged legs hooked around his leg as he fucked her hard. His jeans slipped down, exposing his firm ass as it clenched when he thrust into the woman. The chauffeur hugged him tightly, her angelic face appearing over his shoulder. Pleasure contorted her face and I wondered if I looked like that.

Our eyes made contact and I felt this electric thrill pass between us, a smile appeared on her lips. There was something special about the blonde woman and we were lost in each other's eyes as we were getting fucked. Her eyes were brown. No they were green. No, hazel I finally realized. The electric thrill between us was such a familiar feeling and it reminded me of Jacob, for some strange reason. The memory of the first time I laid on my husband floated up in my mind. It was back in college, in the library at Princeton, and I was reaching for a book and through the gap in the shelf I saw a pair of eyes peering back at me from the other side of the bookshelves. The eyes were so gentle and warm, I found myself falling in love with Jacob before I even saw all of his face.

The auburn-haired woman's hand slipped into my panties, bringing me out of my reverie, and I squirmed in pleasure as her fingers slid down to my smooth, wet lips, fingering my slit. I gasped as she slipped first one then a second finger up inside me, sliding them slowly in and out of my wet hole while her thumb massaged my hard little clit. I slid my own hands down the woman's back to her ass, squeezing her plump cheeks. Feeling bold, I slid my hands underneath her skirt to find her bare, plump cheeks and the blonde chauffeur winked at me over Mark's shoulder.

Every few floors the elevator would stop and the slutty cops would stop people from getting onto our car as they screened the entrance of the elevator. The ride seemed to take an eternity. An eternity of my cunt getting fingered by this beautiful woman. I could feel an orgasm building inside me, every touch of her tongue on my neck, her fingers in my cunt, her thumb on my clit, made that delicious feeling grow and grow inside me until I exploded on her fingers and trembled in her embrace.

"Umm, that felt like a good one," the auburn-haired woman moaned, pulling her sticky fingers up and licking my juices off of them. "You taste like honey," she purred and then kissed me and I could taste my juices. I did taste like a spicy honey.

"What do you taste like?" I heard myself ask.

"You'll find out," the woman promised as the elevator reached the last floor.

"Here it comes, slut!" Mark groaned, slamming into the chauffeur's cunt and moaning, I caught her eyes and watched as the blonde woman smiled and shuddered. I was happy that she came as hard as I had. Mark pulled away from her and I saw her bare pussy gaping open and leaking Mark's cum before her skirt fell down. I wanted to taste her and lick Mark's cum out of her pussy.

The elevator opened onto the penthouse suite. It was huge, an apartment more than a hotel room. The honeymoon suite was supposed to be as lovely but smaller, a much more intimate affair than this, and I felt guilty that my poor husband would be staying in it all alone while I was having so much fun up here. The bodyguards went first, quickly searching the room with their hands on their holstered weapons.

Who were these people? A little bit of fear nibbled at my stomach and I wanted my husband to hold me. Guilt crashed into me. My poor husband was down in the honeymoon suite all alone. "This is a mistake," I whispered. "I...I should be with my husband. It's our honeymoon."

The woman placed her finger on my lips, shushing me. "Don't feel guilty. You'll have the rest of your life to be with him. This weekend you get to have some fun."

The woman was right and I felt my guilt melt away. I had the rest of my life to spend with Jacob, but only this weekend to spend with this woman. And the chauffeur. I didn't even know the auburn-haired woman's name. I mean, I let the woman finger me to orgasm. "Who are you?"

"I'm Mary, and that's my fiancee, Mark," the woman said. "And that's Leah, our chauffeur. The other ladies are our bodyguards." I looked at the blonde, her hazel eyes twinkling with passion. Leah, what a pretty name I thought.

"I'm Rachel," I said and Leah's eyes caught mine again and that electric thrill ran through me. It was such a heady feeling.

Mary grasped my hand and led me across the room to one of the bedrooms. A large, king-sized bed dominated the room, four posters with gauzy curtains. It was so elegant. Mary was kissing me again, her hands reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, my round breasts popping out. I shuddered in delight as Mary bent down and captured my tit in her mouth, sucking on the nipple hard.

I felt hands on my waist, not Mary's gentle hands and I glanced behind me to see Mark and then he was pulling off my satin panties and exposing my shaved pussy. I wanted my shaved nethers to be a honeymoon surprise for Jacob and I shuddered in pleasure as Mark ran his finger though the groove of my twat.

Mary turned and I unzipped her dress. She was naked underneath, her cunt shaved just like mine. She crawled onto the bed, spread out in all her naked glory and crocked her finger at me. My pussy was weeping in excitement as I crawled onto the bed, my eyes fixed on her tight slit and the fiery heart of hair above her cunt.

"Taste me," Mary purred. "Taste me while Mark fuck's your naughty, newlywed cunt!"

Mary's hands grasped my face and pulled me to her bare lips and I licked up her tight slit. Oh my god, she tasted so delicious, a sweet, spicy flavor. I slid my tongue a second time up her slit, my taste buds rejoicing that such a delicious flavor could exist. I spread open the flower of her womanhood, all pink and glistening, and dove in greedily as Mary moaned from the pleasure I gave her.

I could feel the bed sink as another person crawled on, right behind me. I felt something hard prod my ass. A cock. Tonight was my wedding night and another man's cock was about to slid into me. I was so excited for it. Tonight was such a magical night. Not the way I thought my wedding night would go, but magical none the less.

"Fuck her naughty little cunt!" Mary moaned, encouraging her fiancee to violate my wedding vows.

To have no other, I swore, and I didn't even make it one night. Mark's cock felt great as he pushed into my tight hole, my cunt giving way before the iron firmness of his cock. He sank all the way into me and the drew back and thrust into me again. Over and over he fucked me, every thrust better than the one before it. I was full of his cock, full of another man's cock. The wild girl from my fantasies come to life.

"Don't stop licking me!" Mary moaned and I realized in my joy at Mark's cock sliding into me, I had stopped my worship of Mary's delicious cunt.

I dove back in, enjoying being fucked by Mark and eating out Mary. I was giving and receiving pleasure and felt so fulfilled, so happy. Part of me wished Jacob could be here, to share this happy moment. But then I thought how excited he will be to see me on Sunday. I bet he fucks me just as hard as while I tell him about all the fun I had.

The bed shook and I looked up to see Leah, naked save for her fishnet stockings straddling Mary's face, her shaved cunt messy with Mark's cum. Between Mary's perky breasts I could see Mary's tongue lick out and swipe through the mess, scooping up a nice tongue-full of Mark's spunk. Leah's tight ass clenched as she rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy on Mary's face.

"Fucking hot, Mare," Mark moaned. "Gonna make you another creampie."

"Hmm, I can't wait," Mary purred then dug her tongue back into Leah's cunt. I wondered what Leah tasted like. Would she tasted sweet and spicy like Mary, or would she have a thick, honey flavor like me. Or maybe she would taste different, a new, delicious flavor for me to sample.

Mark groaned behind me and then I felt his semen shooting warm into my married pussy. Ohh, it felt so wrong and so amazing. I moaned my pleasure into Mary's cunt as my orgasm exploded through my body, my cunt clenching on Mark's cock, milking the last of his cum into my cunt. I rubbed my face through Mary's cunt, as the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, and renewed my effort on making her cum.

I slipped a finger up into her pussy, and then a second, delighting in the feel of her tight walls sucking wetly at my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her cunt. My tongue found the hard, little pearl. I flicked at her clit and enjoyed the coos of pleasure that emanated from her lips and then the flood of her juices as she came on my eager lips.

Mary slid out from Leah who moaned in disappointment and kissed me on the lips. "Why don't you finish Leah off and let me lick that sweet cum out of your pussy."

I eagerly spread Leah's thighs. Mary had cleaned out all the cum but left plenty of pussy juices. And above her cunt was a triangle of brown hair. "So not a natural blonde, Leah?"

"Don't you know, blonde's have all the fun!" Leah laughed, grabbing my dull, boring brown hair and pulling my mouth to her cunt. She had a delicious, tart flavor and Leah moaned in appreciation as I lapped at her cunt. I guess it was true about blondes and fun, because Leah sounded like she was having so much of it as my tongue explored her wet, little pussy.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 2-Saturday Morning

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Lesbian, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Wife

Introduction:

Rachel's finds herself in the company of the vivacious Leah who is everything Rachel always fantasized being.

The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 2-Saturday Morning

Note: This takes place in Chapter 27 while Mark and Mary are in New York City.

I woke up, confused. Where was I and who was I with?

Not my husband, that's for sure. Unless he transformed into this beautiful, blonde woman sleeping next to me. Naked, I could feel the silk sheets cool against my body and I flushed. I never slept naked. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and the memories of last night came flooding back.

My new husband and I arrived at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel for our honeymoon, all excited for our first night together. I mean, we had spent nights together before, but our first night as man and wife was going to be just magical. And it was magical, only I spent it with Mary and her fiancee Mark, and their chauffeur, the beautiful Leah that slept next to me.

I had been so naughty and wanton last night. I'm not sure what came over me. I was just so enchanted by Mary and when she invited me up to her hotel room, how could I say no? Even my husband understood how great an opportunity it was for me. He was such a great guy to let me spend our honeymoon having fun with other people while he waited alone in the honeymoon suite. But, I would make it up to him. I was learning so many new, sexy things.

Last night was my first time with a woman and it was amazing. And my first time getting fucked from behind. I had always been a shy girl, Jacob was the first man I ever let into my bed, and that was only after he proposed. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, but our enthusiasm made up for it.

Mary sent Leah and I to the other room so that she could spend some quality time alone with Mark. "It's important," Mary told me when I started to protest, "that people who love each other spend time with just each other."

So, Leah and I retired to this room and the girl just devoured me when we came in. She made me cum so hard and so many times I forgot all about wanting to be with Mary. Then Leah showed me a few tricks to make a woman beg for more with my tongue and fingers, as I returned the favor. After all those mind blowing orgasms, we cuddled and I got lost in her hazel eyes for awhile. They reminded me so much of my Jacob's eyes. I felt the same happy thrill staring into Leah's eyes I got from staring into my husband's eyes.

Leah was so beautiful as she slept, a little blonde angel. I caressed her face and she stirred. "You dye your hair blonde so you can have fun?" I asked her, when she opened her eyes and stretched.

"Yeah," Leah said, yawning. She reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair. "You should dye your hair. You'd look stunning as a blonde. Because, honey, this brown is a little drab."

"I guess," I said, feeling a little defensive.

"And you want to have fun, right?" Leah asked with a deliciously wicked smile.

I did. That was the point of the honeymoon. To have fun. Sure, it was supposed to be with my new husband, but I was looking forward to having lots of fun. I was hoping a trip to New York City would help get me out of my shy bubble and out into the world. And so far it was working.

"C'mon, let's go dye your hair," Leah said, and pulled me up.

I wanted to protest; I liked my hair. But Leah was too insistent, pulling me along after her. She threw my discarded dress at me as she pulled on her slutty chauffeur's outfit. A short, black skirt and white bustier. Then we were in the hotel elevator and Leah was pressing me against the wall, kissing me. Her tongue was hot and wild in my mouth, her body rubbing pleasantly against me. The door opened and Leah kept right on kissing me, not caring that people would see us. I was flushing in embarrassment, trying to push her away.

"Rachel?" a startled voice asked.

I managed to push Leah off me and there was my new husband standing at the elevator doors, looking stunned. "Jacob," I squeaked as Leah started nibbling on my neck. "I...uh...hi."

He swallowed. "I guess you're, um, having fun then?"

"Oh, lots," I squealed. Leah's hand was at my breast, giving it a squeeze. She seemed to get more excited at being watched. My heart was racing and I was positively dripping juices from my cunt. It was strangely exhilarating being watched. Feeling bold, I slid my hand up Leah's skirt and felt her naked ass and gave it a squeeze. "Are you getting in the elevator, honey?"

"Um, no, I'll get the next elevator, Rach," my husband said and I almost felt guilty, but I remembered that Mary told me not to feel guilty last night.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," I called as the doors started to close. "I have some neat things to show you. Love you."

"He's cute," Leah giggled, nibbling at my chin. "Have you guys ever had a threesome?"

"No," I flushed. "We're very...boring I guess."

"You weren't boring when you grabbed my ass," Leah whispered. "You were a naughty little vixen."

I smiled, I guess I was a naughty little vixen. I had always fantasized about being a wild, sexually adventuresome girl when I would be all alone in my bed masturbating. The exact opposite of my real, boring self. When Mary and Mark claimed me for the weekend, it was like I had been given a free pass to be that wild self. To experience my fantasies before I went back to Jacob and my boring self.

So I kissed Leah, making out with her the entire elevator ride down, even when a family of three got in the elevator. I didn't care. I was the new Rachel. The parents were trying to shield their fourteen year old son from watching us make out. It was so thrilling, the lust shining in the teenage boy's eyes, an erection bulging his tight shorts. I did that to him, I thought, as Leah's tongue probed my mouth, I made that boy horny. I was breathless and flushed when we reached the lobby. There was a small boutique and we picked up some blonde hair dye, charging it to Mark and Mary's room.

"They're rich," Leah explained, "they won't even notice it on the bill. When your some rich person's plaything, you need to take advantage of the situation."

"Do you play with rich people often?" I asked.

"I drive a limo and I'm hot," she said archly. "Mark and Mary would not be the first clients that have taken me to bed." She paused and laughed, a wickedly naughty laugh. "Or the back of my limo."

Leah was right, I thought as I looked into the mirror. We had just finished up dying my hair and I looked gorgeous as a blonde. The golden hair framed my round face beautifully and made my brown eyes seem so dark and sexy. I pursed my lips and cocked my head and gave the mirror the most smokiest gaze I could.

Leah was pressed up behind me, her naked breasts rubbing against my back. "Umm, you look so scrumptious." Her face appeared above my shoulder as she hugged me. In the mirror we were two blonde, beautiful woman. Her face was so angelic, with these lush lips I just wanted to kiss.

So I did, turning in the embrace and kissing her on the lips. My heart was beating so fast. Leah was so beautiful and fun and everything I always fantasized about being. She let her clients fuck her in the back of limos and would go to clubs and party and have sex with men or women in bathrooms. Complete strangers. "It's just fun," she giggled, "having a complete stranger make you scream in pleasure in the men's room." I wanted to experience all that before I went back to Jacob and became boring again.

"Leah, show me how to have fun," I whispered when I broke the kiss. "Tonight, take me to one of those clubs."

"It's up to Mark and Mary," Leah sighed. "They hired me to be their chauffeur."

"Maybe they'll let us go out," I said, hopefully.

Leah smiled. "Maybe."

Feeling adventuress, I knelt down before Leah, face-to-pussy. And it was such a beautiful pussy. She shaved, except a triangle of dark, brown pubic hair above her slit. Like me, she was a bottled-blonde. Her clit was hard and peaked out of its little hood. Her lips were thick and dark with passion, and hung swollen out of her slit. She smelled tart and spicy and I had to taste her again. I spread those fat lips and slid my tongue through the wet hole, gathering a mouthful of her delicious honey.

"Ohh, fuck!" Leah moaned. "Umm, eat my cunt, slut!"

I was a slut, for the weekend anyways. When I went back to Jacob I would just be his slut. Luckily, there was still all of today and tomorrow for me to be a slut for everyone else. I licked up her slit, my tongue brushing Leah's clit, bringing another excited moan from her pouty lips. I gripped her ass, and buried my face in her cunt, just devouring her over and over. I sucked her fat labia into my mouth, I shoved my tongue deep into her wet hole, I sucked and licked at her little clit.

"Oh, you fucking whore!" Leah moaned. "Make me cum, pussy slut! Ohh, you fucking blonde slut!"

Her hands were gripping my hair as she rubbed her cunt on my lips, smashing her cunt up onto my nose. I had pussy juices smeared all over my face, sticky and delicious. I was in heaven. I slid two fingers into her wet, tight hole, probing her walls for her G-Spot. I had always thought it was a myth until Leah found mine last night and left me howling in pleasure.

"Holy shit, you fucking slut!" she gasped. "Yes, yes, oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum all over your nasty face!" She bucked atop me as I found her G-spot, massaging the little bundle of nerves as she pulled my face tight into her pussy, lips sucking at her clit. "Oh, fuck, fuck! Drink it! Drink my dirty girl-cum, you fucking slut!"

Her juices poured into my lips as her pussy squeezed my fingers from her orgasm. She was breathing hard as I rose up and she eagerly kissed me, licking her spicy, tart juices off my face as we pressed our bodies together. Her nipples rubbed deliciously on my breasts. My little pussy was achingly hot, desperate to cum. I found her thigh, rubbing my wet cunt on her. I could feel her hands on my clenching ass as I fucked my pussy on her thigh and moaned like the wanton whore I was.

"Yes, yes, your thigh feel so amazing, Leah," I moaned, rubbing faster and faster. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming on your gorgeous leg, can you feel it?"

"Yes, Rachel," Leah whispered tenderly in my ear, holding me tightly as I shuddered in her embrace. "I can feel your nasty juices running down my leg." I felt so warm and happy. And loved.

Mark and Mary loved my blonde hair. They had breakfast waiting for us and we devoured it. Sex made you hungry, I was discovering. And then we were riding the elevator down and Mark was fucking me, his hard cock sliding in and out of my cunt while I moaned like the blonde slut I was. Leah was on the floor, eating out Mary's cunt and their bodyguards kept anyone from disturbing us.

"You're a nasty fucking slut, aren't you!" Mark growled as he pounded my cunt. "A nasty, married slut!"

"Yes, yes!" I panted. His cock felt so great sliding in and out of my cunt. "Fuck my newlywed cunt!"

The doors to the elevator opened and there was a shocked gasp. I looked and saw a mother and teenage daughter. The mother had a horrified expression on her face and her daughter flushed red and watched with wide-eyed awe. I stared at her and smiled and moaned as wantonly as I could. The teenager's blue eyes twinkling with blossoming lust sent a delicious, naughty thrill through me, from the tips of my nipples down to my aching clit and I exploded about Mark's thick cock.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!"

My cunt was spasming on Mark's cock as he fucked in and out of me, my body writhing in his arms. I kept staring at the girl and saw her lick her lips, two hard, little bumps appeared, pressing at her shirt and she shifted her thighs. I made that girl horny, I thought happily, as the elevator doors slid shut and the elevator lurched into motion.

When we reached the lobby, Mark's cum was running down my thighs as I trailed behind Mark and Mary. Proof that I was a blonde that had fun, now. Mark and Mary's arms were entwined like a pair of love-birds, completely ignoring Leah and myself. The valet brought up the limo, and Leah held open the doors for us and we piled into the back.

It was a boring ride; Mark and Mary were suddenly tourists. Like regular people, getting excited at all the sights. I had been to New York many times, even worked in the city once, so I didn't have the same sense of excitement at seeing the famous landmarks. Their first stop, weirdly, was NYU and they left Leah and I at the limo. Which was fine, because Leah slipped into the back and we started making out. I realized that I had missed the adventuresome blonde girl for the ten minutes we were apart. And, as her tongue was exploring my mouth, I wondered if I was falling in love with Leah.

But I loved Jacob, right? I certainly missed Jacob and part of me wished he was here. Could I love two people at once? Would Jacob understand my new feelings? Or Leah? It was all too confusing and Leah's tongue was too wet and warm in my mouth, to think straight. I could feel the heat of her body as it was pressed up against me, her hand at my breast, groping me so deliciously.

"You're so beautiful," Leah whispered, nibbling at my ear. "I just feel so safe with you."

"What are you saying?" I whispered.

"Ever since I laid eyes on you, I can't get you out of my mind," Leah answered, her hand slipping down the front of my breast and cupping my tit. "I know we just met, but, I just feel so close to you."

Was she falling in love with me, too? My heart was thudding in my chest. What should I do? "I...I feel close to you," I answered, shyly, looking down.

"Good," Leah whispered, pushing my dress down to expose my pale bosom and then her lips were sucking at my nipple, gently nibbling at it with her soft lips.

"Umm, your tongue feels so nice," I moaned.

"Wait 'til it's in your pussy!" she said with a wanton smile, sliding down to kneel on the limo's floor and spreading my legs. "Umm, you're all sticky with Mark's cum! Let me clean you up!"

I shook and gasped as her tongue licked up my vulva. I closed my eyes, enjoying her tongue-bathing of my pussy. I bet she'd love to suck Jacob's cum out of me. Jacob would get so hard, that he would probably kneel behind Leah and fill her pussy with his cum. Then I could spread Leah's legs open and lap at her creamy pussy and it would be so delicious. I licked my lips, almost tasting his salty cum mixed with Leah's tart, spicy pussy. My body shook as my orgasm rolled through me.

I knew right then and there that I would have to share Leah with my Jacob.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 3-Saturday Evening

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, Group Sex, Interracial, Lesbian, Male/Female, Males / Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Wife

Introduction:

Rachel's dreams of being a wild, uninhibited slut are realized as Leah takes her to a hot night club.

The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 2-Saturday Evening

Note: This takes place in Chapter 27 while Mark and Mary are in New York City.

"You and Leah sure seem close," Mary told me after a delicious dinner at Keen's Steakhouse Saturday evening. Mark and Leah had slipped off to fuck in the bathroom and I was missing Leah's beautiful, angelic face, her blonde hair, and her full lips that I had come to love to kiss.

I flushed. Ever since this morning, I had felt like I was falling in love with Leah. At every moment we could, Leah and I would kiss or hold hands. We were like a pair of teenagers. And if we could get away with it, we'd fuck. And I think Leah was falling in love with me. I still loved my Jacob and almost felt guilty about the poor guy sitting in our honeymoon suite all alone while I was out having all this fun. But I was going to make it up to Jacob Sunday night. With Leah.

"I think we're falling in love," I confided to Mary. She was so beautiful and desirable. I just wanted to kiss her freckled face, to rub my cheek against her perky tits, and taste her delicious pussy. Mary was intoxicating to be around. Away from her, you didn't feel the same intense desire for her, but up close it was almost overwhelming.

"And what about your husband?" Mary asked.

"I still love him," I answered. "Hopefully, he'll love Leah just as much as he loves me."

"Is that what you want, Rachel?" Mary asked me.

It was. I may be a blonde slut for the weekend, fulfilling my deepest fantasies, but that would end when I returned to my husband. But, I wanted Leah, too. In my mind, the three of us were together, all loving each other, living happily ever after. I know, it was some perverted, naive, schoolgirl's fantasy, but I wanted both of my loves.

"Yes, Mary," I answered and Mary smiled. "And...um...I was wondering if Leah and I could go to a club tonight."

Mary's smile broadened. "Sure. I'll find some hot piece of ass to keep Mark entertained and you two slip off and have some fun."

"Oh, thank you," I cooed, hugging her.

"You can thank me by slipping under the table and eating my horny cunt," Mary purred, her hand on my head pushing me beneath the table.

Mark and Mary were just the sort of people who were so confident that everyone just did what they wanted, including me I realized, as I happily slid down onto my knees. I spread Mary's thighs and found her shaved cunt wet and waiting for me. She tasted sweet and spicy and I could feel her squirm as she enjoyed my tongue lapping through her moist groove.

"Your dessert, madam," the waiter said. Mary had ordered their dark chocolate mousse.

"Umm," Mary purred, she must have just eaten a bite. "It's positively orgasmic," she moaned as my sucking mouth found her clit.

"Well, enjoy your dessert, madam," the waiter said politely and left.

I almost laughed. No dessert could taste half as good as a woman's cunt and I enjoyed the sweet dessert of Mary's pussy, lapping up all her juices and enjoying her moans and pants as she came on my sucking mouth.

Mary, true to her word, found a pair of teenage sisters, and Mark and Mary retired to their room with the two girls while Leah and I slipped out of the hotel. We were wearing new party dresses that Mary bought us after dinner. It's where she found the two teenage sisters. Mary knew her fiancee, and he leapt at the chance to fuck a pair of sisters.

"Just be back before morning," Mary warned before closing the door to the penthouse suite's master bedroom. We could just catch a glimpse of Mark kissing one of the sisters as the other one played with her pussy and watched.

We caught a cab and Leah gave an address in the Bronx. "The Ware," Leah answered when I asked where we were going. "It used to be called the Warehouse, but that got shortened. It's the hot place, right now."

The Ware turned out to be a dilapidated warehouse, made of crumbling brick. A long line of people, mostly men, waited down the side of building. "We have to wait?"

"Not if you're hot," Leah smiled and walked up to the bouncer, a big black guy, and smiled. He eyed us up and lifted the rope, to the dismay of the guys and a few gals in line.

There was a short tunnel, the pulse of dubstep growing louder and louder. And then we were through a pair of doors and were assaulted by the music. The entire factory floor was packed with people. Blacklights flooded the club; everything glowed bright blue or green or red. People were dancing, wearing glowstick bracelets that gave them an ethereal beauty in the dark club. Leah pulled me out onto the dance floor.

I let the music flow through me, moving my body to the rhythm, pressing up against Leah. She turned around, her ass rubbing into my groin as we danced. I felt so alive. Nothing mattered except the beat of the music and the dance. Someone was behind me, rubbing up against my ass. A man, I realized with a naughty thrill, feeling his hard bulge rub against my ass. A happy pride surged through me, the man was hard for my body.

I ground my ass back into him, leaning my back against his broad chest, feeling his scratchy whiskers on my delicate neck. This was so much fun. Leah was right, blondes have all the fun. I couldn't imagine a guy rubbing up against the drab brunette I used to be. Nor would that drab brunette turn around and start grinding her pussy on a strange guy's leg, feeling her clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans. That drab brunette would have worn her panties, too, I thought with a giggle.

His lips were rough as he kissed me, his stubble rasping on my chin. He smelled of sweat and leather; manly smells, that just made my cunt wetter. His hands grew bold, exploring all the charms my body had to offer. That drab brunette wouldn't let a strange man feel her breast through her dress, wouldn't let the man slip his hand down her bodice and find her hard nipple and play with it in the middle of a club's dance floor. That drab brunette definitely wouldn't unzip the man's fly, draw out his cock, and let that strange man slide his dick into her married cunt, on her honeymoon no less. And a drab brunette wouldn't fuck the man, writhing her hips and enjoying the group of men and women that gathered to watch her uninhibited behavior.

But a vivacious blonde would. Because blondes have all the fun.

The man's cock felt so delicious inside me, ramming in and out of my pussy. His hands were on my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I wiggled my hips. I wrapped my legs around the man's waist, and he was thrusting hard into me. I was kissing and biting at his neck as the pleasure of his cock rubbing inside me became more and more intense. Then I was howling as my naughty, blonde cunt had a lot of fun. My orgasm was so intense, stars danced in my eyes.

The man kept fucking me, pounding my little married cunt so hard. I ground my clit into his groin every time he buried his cock into me, and I was so close to cumming a second time. His cock was firm pleasure, every movement just adding to my second orgasm as it built and built and then I was howling again and he moaned in my ear so loud I could hear it over the music as his cum shot up inside my blonde cunt.

My lover pulled out and I was dancing back into the crowd, his cum running down my leg. I started dancing by myself, wondering who my next partner would be and how much fun I would have with him. Or her. A blonde just had fun, they didn't care about silly things like what sex their partners were.

My next partner was a red-headed, busty gal and I ground my sopping cunt on the woman's thigh while we kissed. Around us, a group of guys cheered us on and snapped pictures on their phones. And then I felt especially naughty and thought of something the drab brunette would never do.

I dropped to my knees as the men whooped and hollered. The red-head didn't seem to mind as I pulled her purple panties off and then found her furry cunt. It felt different, eating a pussy covered in downy pubes, but it was just as fun. The woman had a delicious, sweet musk, her juices thicker than Leah or Mary's had been. I just devoured her cunt, lapping at her delicious fur pie. My hands gripped the red-head's ass, squeezing her firm cheeks as she ground her cunt on my face.

"You're one nasty slut!" a guy cheered. I was. A nasty, blonde slut, I thought happily.

"Eat that bitch's snatch!"

"Fuck, I am so posting this vid on porntube!" Ohh, I was going to be on the internet! The idea that men all across the world would jerk off to me was so hot; I made sure to dig my tongue deep into the red-head's furry cunt.

The red-head grabbed my blonde hair and shoved her cunt into my mouth, shuddering on my lips and flooded my lips with fresh juices. She stumbled back and everyone clapped and I stood up, my lips shining with cum, and posed for pictures.

The guys started getting handsy, pulling at my dress, fondling me, and trying to get my nips out. I didn't fight, it was more fun that way. Soon both my tits were hanging out and the red-head was sucking at my breast while the guys snapped their photos. Then my skirt was pulled up and I bent over, letting them get shots of my shaved twat messy with cum.

"You are so fucking hot," one of the guys said. "We got a private booth; why don't you come join us."

"Sure," I giggled.

"Oh, I got to find my boyfriend," the red-head protested half-heartily as we were swept away by the guys over to a roped-off area and pulled into a more intimate cubical that faced the club. Padded couches formed a half-circle around a small table designed to rest drinks on.

I was pulled into the lap of one of the guys, his mouth on mine, kissing me hungrily. Another guy sat next to him and he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch and I could feel his hard cock. I rubbed his bulge and then I felt him unzip his pants and he pulled his cock out. I gripped it in my hand, stroking it, feeling the warm flesh, soft and hard, throb in my hands as the guy moaned.

"Oh, you are one nasty slut," he moaned.

I heard gasping moans and the slap of flesh and it sounded like the red-head was getting fucked. I broke the kiss to look over my shoulder to see her kneeling on the couch, a black guy behind her pounding away at her cunt. Her dress had been pulled down and her large tits hung out, swinging back and forth as the black guy slammed into her.

"Suck my cock, blondie," the guy I was giving a handjob to said. He grabbed my blonde tresses and pulled me down to his cock.

It was a nice-sized cock, not as big as my husband's, but nice. I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, then started bobbing my head. The guy I was half-sitting on slid out from underneath me and I was kneeling on the couch, my ass sticking out. I felt my skirt being hiked up and my messy cunt exposed.

"This slut's already got a cunt full of cum," the man I had been kissing complained. "Fuck, I didn't want sloppy seconds."

"Stop bitchin'," the guy I was sucking barked. "Umm, this slut's got a talented little mouth. But I'd love to fuck her cunt if you don't want to."

"Fuck that," the guy behind me snapped. And then I felt his cock poking at my cunt. I moaned around the dick in my mouth as his hard shaft slammed into my pussy. "Fuck, she's wet, and tight as a schoolgirl!"

"Like you ever fucked a schoolgirl," his buddy ribbed.

I sucked on the cock in my mouth and slammed my hips back against the cock in my cunt. I was having so much fun pleasuring two cocks at once. I had missed out on so much living as that drab brunette, but I was going to make up for it tonight. After all, once I returned to Jacob I would be that drab brunette again. But that was okay, I loved Jacob and would be happy being his drab brunette as long as I could have Leah, too.

The cock in my mouth was squirting salty, delicious cum. "That's it, drink all my spunk, bitch."

I drank every drop, then released his cock to lick the little bit of cum that escaped my lips. The guy moved away and another guy with a bigger cock took his place and I was gobbling that cock down. The cock in my cunt dumped a huge load of cum inside me and pulled out, and another cock took its place, slamming hard into me. A few strokes with this new cock and I moaned and bucked, cumming hard.

The cock in my cunt and the one in my mouth finished at the same time and for a moment I was cock free. The red-head was on her back, a guy on top of her, fucking her cunt, and a blonde woman sat on the red-head's face, enjoying the tongue lashing the red-head was giving her.

"Leah," I said, happily. "I lost you in the crowd."

Leah smiled. "I saw how much fun you were having, so I came to join in."

"Because blondes have all the fun?" I asked, knowing the answer.

The black guy caught my arm and pulled me over to him. "Ever been fucked in the ass, blondie?"

"No," I said. Looks like another fun thing for me to experience.

The black guy grinned and pushed me onto my back, hooking my legs up over his shoulders. His black cock rubbed against my white ass, searching for my tight asshole. "Don't worry, cunt, your girlfriend's pussy lubed me up real good," he growled as his cock's head found my sphincter.

I groaned as he pushed against me, gritting my teeth, and then the head of his cock was inside me and I gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're too big," I protested in pain.

"Relax, Rachel," Leah moaned. "Relax, your naughty little ass can take it."

I tried to relax, to let this huge, black cock invade my ass. He slid in deeper and deeper, relentlessly pushing his cock into me. And then he was all the way in me and I moaned in relief. Then, he was pulling out. It felt weird, and good. Then he was pushing back into me. It hurt less and less and felt better and better. He went faster as my ass relaxed, bottoming out with every thrust, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

"So fucking tight," the black guy groaned. "I love fucking tight, white asses!"

I ran my hands across his muscular, dark chest as he started to pound my ass, his face clenched in pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut. I started moving my hips, fucking back against him as the pleasure seemed to take control of my hips. I could feel another cum building. The cock slamming harder and harder into me and then I was cumming, my ass clenching on his cock and I was moaning like a whore.

"Fucking slut!" he groaned. "You want my cum, slut?"

"Yes, please cum in my slutty ass," I moaned.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he grunted and then I could feel his warm, hot cum flooding my ass. He pulled out of me, grabbed my hair and shoved his dick in my mouth. "Clean me, bitch! Clean your dirty, slutty ass off my dick."

His cock tasted sour as I sucked on it. Never in a million years would that drab brunette think about sucking a cock that had just been up her ass. Hell, that drab brunette never would have let a cock up there to begin with. Or a second cock, I thought happily as I felt another guy pushing his cock into my well lubed ass, sliding in far easier than the first.

"Let me fuck that pussy," a guy said.

"I'm fucking her ass!"

"So, we can do her together."

Together? A cock in both holes? Was that possible? Could a person have that much fun? I was pulled into a guy's lap, his hard cock thrust up into my cunt as the other guy spread my asscheeks and found my tight asshole and slid in. I was so full of cock I thought I would burst. As I started to pump my hips, enjoying both cocks stuffing my holes, I learned that a blonde, at least, could have that much fun!

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 4-Sunday

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Introduction:

Rachel is torn between returning to her husband, Jacob, and running off with Leah, the vivacious blonde Rachel has fallen in love with.

The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 4-Sunday

Note: This takes place in Chapter 27 while Mark and Mary are in New York City.

I was kissing Leah as a group of men cheered us on. We were in some loft with some of the guys from the club. We had partied with them all night, and every single one of my holes was stuffed with cum, the salty flavor of cum thick on my tongue. I was on top of Leah, her legs wrapped around my waist as our clits rubbed together. It was almost like fucking her, the way I ground my pussy into her. Leah's hands were roaming up and down my back, tracing my spine, then she slid down to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder into her clit. Her tongue was in my mouth, exploring me, her tongue salty with cum.

There was something so intimate about lying atop her, grinding my pussy into her. Our nipples touched; our breasts were pressed into each other. I felt the same feeling with Jacob, my husband, as he lay atop me thrusting his cock inside me. Leah was that same mix of intoxication and intimacy. It didn't matter that all these guys were watching us, cheering us on. I wasn't doing this for them, I was doing it for Leah.

"Oh, fuck!" a guy groaned as ropey cum splashed onto my back.

"You guys are some fucking nasty cunts!" another guy moaned.

Ropey cum splashed into my hair and on to my cheek, rolling wetly down to my lips. Together we tasted the salty cum as we kissed. I ground my hips, pushing my pussy harder into Leah. I wanted to feel her cum on my pussy. And I wanted her to feel my pussy cum on her's. Leah's hand was on my ass again, pulling me into her.

"Christ almighty!" another guy moaned, and hot cum splashed between my legs, landing on my pussy and dripping down to Leah's cunt.

There were a dozen guys watching us, jerking off to us. We were the only ladies present. The red-head stayed at the club, still looking for her boyfriend. I hoped she found him, although how she was going to explain the cum leaking out of her ass and cunt I had no idea. She didn't have a husband that understood that his new wife just needed to have some fun on her honeymoon. To cut loose and experience life for the first time before she went back to be his plan, drab brunette.

More cum splashed on my ass, my back, on my side, rolling down to my boobs. Some landed in my hair, on my face, some even landed on my feet. It seemed like it was raining cum on the both of us as we writhed against each other. Every sweet kiss of our clits was bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I could feel that same desire building in Leah. Her hips were bucking faster beneath me, more urgent, as she was nearing her climax.

We came together, bucking in each other's embrace, moaning our passion into each other's lips. I broke the kiss, resting my forehead on hers, staring into her hazel eyes and I wallowed in the fun I was having. My dyed-blonde hair fell about our faces, screening us from the men's gaze, giving us a bit of privacy.

I just knew Jacob would love Leah as much as I had come to. At least, I hoped he would.

But would Leah want to give up being a blonde and go back to being a drab brunette with me? Would she be happy only having one man and one woman? If I had not met Mary, had not been swept up in the magic of her presence, I would never have stopped being that drab brunette, would never have become the fun blonde that would let a room-full of men jerk off on her while she tribbed another woman. I knew how much fun it could be and I was afraid that my husband and I wouldn't be enough for my new lover.

The men's catcalls ruined the moment, and I rolled off Leah. "Where's my dress?" I asked. We had to get going. Mary told us to be back by morning, and the sun was already lightening the horizon.

A man tossed me my dress and I pulled it on over the cum. "Dirty slut, not even going to get cleaned up?" the man asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not some drab brunette," was my answer.

Leah and I made out the entire cab ride back to the Waldorf-Astoria. The cabbie had to see that we were positively dripping in cum, but he didn't say a word. The doorman at the Waldorf-Astoria gave us strange looks as we stumbled in and headed for the elevator. We had it all to ourselves this early, and made out the entire ride up, stumbling into the hotel room.

"Looks like you two had some fun," the bodyguard on duty muttered. She was a black-haired beauty with a pair of large tits straining at the half-open blouse of her uniform.

"We did," I giggled. "Blonde's have all the fun."

"Explains why I'm on guard duty," the bodyguard said with an exaggerated sigh.

We took a quick shower and fell asleep in each other's arms. When we awoke, it was to one of the bodyguards shaking us. "Master and Mistress want you two dressed," the Korean bodyguard snapped, and pinched my naked ass. "Now, sluts!"

Mark and Mary played the tourist again, and every time they found some new landmark or museum, Leah and I made out in the back of the limo. Every time Mark and Mary returned brought us closer and closer to when we would part. I was torn inside. I loved Jacob, and I was quickly realizing that I loved Leah. Fantasies of running off with Leah floated through my head, of late night's partying in clubs, of having fun. But there was no Jacob. A fantasy of being married to Jacob passed through my mind, of sleeping in on the Sabbath, cuddling in bed. Of the small house we were in the process of buying; spending Sundays painting and fixing all the little things that needed to be done. But there was no Leah. I felt like I was being ripped between my two loves.

The drive to the airport seemed to take forever. Mary pulled Leah aside and the two had a whispered conversation as Mark greeted a pair of sluttily dressed stewardesses. And I mean slutty, their tits were exposed in white bustiers. They both had a nice set of tits I realized, as my eyes drank in their beauty, their nipples hard and one had golden rings pierced through her nipples, the blonde, of course. Mark had them both in his arms, kissing one then the other.

Mary stepped in front of me, caressed my face and whispered, "Love them both." Then her lips were on mine, all thoughts erased as the most beautiful woman in the world kissed me. And then she released me, heading back to her fiancee and they boarded their private jet. And I was no longer the fun-loving blonde, but the plain, drab brunette. It was time to go back to Jacob.

Love them both, Mary's words echoed in my head on the drive back to the limo rental company. Leah had to return the limo and that's when they would part. I wanted to love them both. But they were too different. I couldn't see Leah settling down in a plain house in a boring suburb and I couldn't see Jacob going to a wild club in an exciting city.

Leah opened the door for me for the last time, a sad smile on her angelic face. I hugged her and stroked her face, then kissed her lush lips one last time. I drank in the sight of her face; the memory would have to last me a lifetime. Love them both. But how? Maybe I was the key. They both loved me, could I be the bridge between the two?

"What did Mary say to you?" I asked her. That's not what you were supposed to say. Tell her how you feel. But fear stayed my tongue. I could live the rest of my life with the memory of our brief fling. But only if I believed that Leah actually loved me. If she didn't...I did not want to think about that.

Leah swallowed. "She asked me if I..." Leah breathed deeply. "If I loved you."

"Do you?" I blurted out before my brain could stop me.

"Yes," she whispered, then she hugged me tightly. "Don't go back to your husband. Please, stay with me. Think of all the fun we can have together. I love you, Rachel."

My heart melted. "I love you, too, Leah," I whispered back and she squeezed me tighter. "But, I love Jacob. I met him first." I could feel tears brimming in my eyes.

"You have to choose then," Leah said, pulling away. "It...it's alright. I knew this was a dream that I had to wake up from."

"Why can't I have both of you?" I asked. "Mary told me to love both of you."

"I don't even know Jacob," she protested.

"You know me," I told her. "You trust me, right?"

Leah nodded.

"Then trust me about Jacob. He's a little boring. But then, so was I. We can have fun with him, be as wild and slutty as we want to, just the three of us. But we can have more. We can have roots. Having fun is great, but it doesn't last. Eventually the party ends, Leah, but with Jacob we can grow something that lasts beyond the fun. Jacob and I already have started growing our life together and I want you to grow with us."

Leah chewed her lip. "As, what? Your mistress?"

"As my wife," I told her, stroking her cheek. "And Jacob's wife."

A shiver ran through Leah's body, her hazel eyes became distant as she pursed her lips in thought. "I must be crazy," she muttered. "Okay, I'm willing to try. For you, Rachel. I don't want to lose you."

We were kissing, tears of joy running down both our faces and mingling salty between our lips. Now, I just had to convince Jacob. But Leah was hot and he was a man, and lust could serve until he got to know just how special she was. We broke the kiss and hailed a cab. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, or our lips, as we rode back to the hotel. The poor cabbie almost got in a wreck; he kept watching us in his rearview mirror.

We reached the honeymoon suite of the Waldorf-Astoria. Jacob should be in there, waiting for me. He was a great guy, to let me have all this fun on our honeymoon. And it was my turn to return the favor. Jacob never said it, but I knew he thought about having two women. What guy didn't? So, I confidently knocked on the door.

Leah trembled beside me. The once confident, outgoing girl had been replaced by this shy, sweet thing. She was acting like a drab brunette. Like me, she was a bottled-blonde, not a natural. "What if he doesn't like me?" Leah asked in a panic. "What if he doesn't want to share you?"

"He'll love you," I told her, squeezing her hand.

The door opened, and there was my husband, skinny and tall, his brown hair mused and his glasses askew. A happy smile appeared on his lips. "Rachel, you're back!"

I threw my arms around my husband and kissed him soundly on the lips. His lips were firm, cheeks rough with his stubble and I ran my fingers through it, delighting in the feel of his manliness. He smelled of sweat and that musk that was distinctly my Jacob's. His strong arms wrapped around me as I pressed my soft body against his.

"I missed you, Rach," he whispered, stroking my hair. "And you're blonde, now?"

"Blonde's have all the fun," I giggled.

"Is that the girl you were with yesterday?" he cautiously asked.

Yesterday morning, Jacob found Leah and I making out in the elevator. "Jacob, this is Leah." I took a deep breath. "We fell in love."

A crestfallen, hurt expression fell across Jacob's face. "I see," he said, stiffly. "I mean, what did I expect. We spent our honeymoon apart."

I sighed. "Jacob. I love you, too. And I did have a lot of fun, and now I'm ready to have some fun with you."

"Both of you?" he asked. Was that a hint of hope in his voice?

"Yes," I told him. "I hope you find Leah as amazing as I do. Because, I want the three of us to be together."

Jacob blinked. "I...I'm not sure I understand."

"Well, Jacob, I want to be your wife and Leah's wife," I said. "And I want Leah to be your wife, as well."

"Two wives, huh," Jacob said. "I don't know, Rach. That's a little wild. And illegal."

"Do you love me, Jacob?" I asked.

"Of course, Rach." He stroked my cheek. "Always."

"Then, for me, try and love Leah," I told him. "Leah has promised to try and love you."

He sighed. "Alright, Rach, for you."

"Oh, don't sound so pouty," I said, getting annoyed. "You get what every guy dreams of, two blondes sharing your bed."

Jacob laughed, relaxing, and glanced at Leah. Their eyes met and they both froze. Color flushed on Leah's face and Jacob gave a half-smile. I could almost feel the electricity pass between them. My heart gave a happy beat; this was going to work. I squealed in joy as Leah boldly walked up to Jacob, her assertiveness restored, and pulled my husband down and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. Jacob started kissing her back, pulling her tight against him.

"He's cute," Leah stated when she broke the kiss. Jacob had a dazed, breathless expression on his face. "I can see why you like him, Rachel."

My heart fluttered in happiness, again, as I watched Jacob bend his head down and kiss her on the lips. "You're pretty cute, yourself, Leah," Jacob stated when he broke the kiss, and it was Leah's turn to be breathless.

I threw my arms around them both. "The bed awaits," I told them. "Let's celebrate our honeymoon."

The bed was covered in red, satin sheets and we all fell onto it, tearing each other's clothes off. Jacob discovered my shaved pussy, stroking it with his hand. "Wow, that's hot."

"I did it for you," I admitted. "It was supposed to be a surprise on our wedding night."

"Well, I am surprised," Jacob said, and he bent down and started licking at my pussy. I giggled as his whiskers scratched at my thighs, adding a rough, pleasant feeling only a man could give, different from the gentle touch of a woman, but no less pleasant. Leah started kissing me on the lips, her hands playing with my breasts. I was so happy, both my loves were making me feel so amazing.

Jacob kissed up my body, nipping at my breasts. I was so wet and ready for him. Leah grasped his cock with her hand, guiding Jacob to my wet cunt. I moaned, kissing Jacob on the lips as he slid in me, filling me up so deliciously. After having all those cocks in me last night, I could say Jacob was above average. I moaned as he started pistoning in and out of me. No, he was well above average.

Leah kissed our cheeks, a smile on her face as she watched Jacob make love to me. My hands roamed Jacob's lean back, brushing Leah's exploring hand. Together, we groped Jacob's ass, pulling him tighter into me. Jacob broke our kiss, nuzzling at my neck as he pumped into me. Lean leaned in and we kissed. I felt so much joy as my husband and wife made love to me.

Leah took my hand and moved it down to her steaming cunt, rubbing my fingers across her wet, silky lips. I shoved two fingers up inside her and found her clit. I finger-banged her hard and fast, enjoying her wetness as she sighed softly into my lips as her pleasure mounted. My own orgasm was growing closer and I started moving my hips to Jacob's pace.

Jacob was fucking me faster and harder now, his cock eager to cum. The poor guy spent the entire weekend without any pussy. Well, that would change. Between Leah and myself, Jacob would get all the pussy he could ever want.

"I love you both!" I gasped as my orgasm exploded inside me, milking Jacob's cock, trying to draw out his cum.

I could feel Leah's pussy clenching on my fingers. "Ohh, I love you too, Rachel!" she moaned as her orgasm spilled through her body.

Jacob's cock slammed into me, burying all the way inside me as his back arched and his ass clenched beneath my hand. I could feel him spilling inside me. "Oh, my sweet Rach!" he gasped.

Jacob rolled off me and both my loves snuggled up against me, two pairs of hands playing with my breasts. "I want to see you and Leah fuck," I told Jacob, kissing him on the lips.

He smiled. "Sure, just let me rest. I need to recharge."

I glanced at Leah and she smiled. "Oh, I know just how to recharge a cock."

Jacob moaned as we both sucked his cock, tasting my pussy cream. We flicked our tongues all about his cock, licking clean all of my delicious juices. Sometimes our tongues or lips would brush, and we would kiss around his cock. "Oh man, that is so hot!" Jacob moaned and we both giggled at our husband.

Our tongues quickly got Jacob hard and ready. What man could stay soft with two women lapping at his cock? I leaned against the headboard, spreading my messy legs. Leah licked her lips and dove into the messy creampie Jacob and I made for her, presenting her cute ass to Jacob. My husband looked at me and I smiled and nodded encouragingly. He started to move into position, then froze as he watched Leah eat me out, a grin broadening his face.

"Wow, that's hot!" Jacob exclaimed. "Seeing it live is so much better than porn."

"Ohh, you like the girl-girl porn?" Leah asked, looking back at Jacob, her lips shiny with my juices.

"Every guy likes watching two chicks get it on," Jacob answered.

"Well, you're in luck," Leah purred, "because I love getting it on with another chick!"

"Umm, me too, honey," I cooed. "Now, what are you waiting for, honey? Leah's pussy is wet and ready for you."

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"I'll forgive you if you stick that big cock up my cunt, honey," Leah moaned.

Leah purred and wiggled her cute butt at Jacob as her tongue started swirling around my clit. Jacob got the message, kneeling behind Leah, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. I could feel Leah moan into my pussy as Jacob sank into his second wife's cunt. He drew back, gripping her hips, and slammed in a second time.

"Is everyday going to be like this?" Jacob asked as he made love to Leah, our wife.

"Yes," Leah answered as she slipped two fingers up inside my pussy.

"Just the three of us," I smiled, gazing at my two loves. My husband and my wife. I was the luckiest gal in the world.

The End