Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The dress had an ovoid, plunging neckline and a high skirt that fells to her mid-thigh. A pair of black, thigh-high, healed boots complimented the outfit. She had put on a light amount of makeup, transforming the natural beauty of her face into something amazing. She had a hint of blush on her cheeks, eyeliner that made her green eyes more brilliant, and a deep red lipstick that made her smiling lips more desirable.

"You look gorgeous," I groaned, savoring Alison's silky cunt. "I love those boots."

Mary laughed. "Are you almost finished? I don't want to be late."

"If you could make out with Desiree, that might help," I said, hopeful.

"Fine," Mary said.

Desiree beamed, her face shiny with what I hoped was Mary's pussy juices. My girlfriend grabbed Desiree, pulling the Latina slut to her. They kissed, Mary's tongue tasting her own juices on the sex slave's lips. Mary's hand slid into Desiree's bodice and pulled out a heavy, brown tit. Then, with a wink at me, she bent down and swirled her tongue around Desiree's nub.

"Fuck, that's hot!" I moaned, burying into Alison's wonderful cunt. My body tensed, my cum shooting out in powerful pulses that sent bliss surging through my body. "Yes! Take my cum, slut!"

"I love it, Master!" gasped Alison, squeezing her pussy down on my dick.

"Good, let's go," Mary said, impatient, and grabbed my arm.

I barely had time to zip my pants up before Mary dragged me out of the kitchen. As the door swung close, I caught just the glimpse of Desiree kneeling down before Alison. The Latina slut's head dipped in and she began drinking my cum straight out of Alison's pussy.

They both were good sluts.

"We're going to have so much fun on our date!" Mary giggled.

The Living Gods, delighting in each others company, journeyed north to Anacortes. There, on a simple boat, They awakened many to true love. While the corrupt governments of man decried the Gods as criminals, Their actions proved their True intentions--to set mankind free to love how and whom they wished.

--First Book of Vivian 3:1-2

Mary Sullivan

Excitement bubbled through me as I grabbed the small purse that matched the yellow sundress I wore. I had always wanted to go orca watching, and Mark, who may be the greatest boyfriend in the history of mankind, was treating me to it.

I was bouncing in excitement.

Mark smiled at me, his blue eyes twinkling. He grabbed his keys and the GPS, then held out his arm. I took it, pressing against him, as we walked out to his silver Mustang. Mark held up the door for me and I slid gracefully in, my skirt hiking up.

"Naughty filly," Mark chuckled; he had seen I wasn't wearing panties. It was so freeing not caring about that sort of thing. We could do what we like, and the intoxication of that idea made my pussy so wet.

He rounded the car, hopped into the drivers seat, and plugged in the GPS. The engine roared to life, then Mark fiddled with the GPS. "Fuck, I didn't know we had to go that far,"

"Yep! Anacortes!" I beamed. It was north of Seattle and Everett, practically all the way to Canada. The GPS predicted it would take a little more than two hours for us to drive.

Mark backed out of the driveway, the mechanical, feminine voice giving directions. Feeling naughty, I pulled my skirt up and lazily masturbated. I sighed as I slid my fingers up and down my vulva, savoring the pleasure that tingled through me.

"That's a little distracting," Mark said, his eyes continually drawn to my finger slowly circling my clit.

"Between you fucking Alison and having me make out with Desiree, I got horny. So just suck it up, stud."

"I'd prefer you to suck it up!" he leered.

I gave a snort of laughter, then closed my eyes, rubbing a little harder on my clit. I writhed in the seat, biting my lower lip as passion tumbled through me. The scent of my arousal filled the car, sweet and spicy.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned softly, inserting two fingers deep into my pussy while I ground my palm on my aching clit.

"So naughty," Mark groaned.

"Umm," I agreed, fucking my fingers faster and faster, my breath quickening. I was so close; my pussy primed to explode. I wanted Mark to watch me being naughty. My pleasure grew and grew, and then it spilled through me in wonderful waves of electricity; I writhed in my seat until my orgasm receded.

"Now that you're finished, mind sucking my cock?" Mark asked.

My eyes fluttered open and I glanced at his crotch; he was turgid. "Didn't you tell me not to do that again? As I recall, you almost wrecked the car when you came."

"Fine, I'll pull over."

"We can't be late," I complained. "You'll just have to wait."

"C'mon, Mare, I'll be quick."

I giggled, "You sure know how to sweet talk a gal, Mark."

"I love you," he smiled--his grin was so boyish and irresistible--then he reached out and stroked my bare thigh. "You're so beautiful and desirable. I'm powerless before your stunning beauty. You are a goddess, and I only wish to shower you with my affections."

So sweet; I gently rubbed my swollen vulva, teasing my lips again as a new desire was kindled by his words. "Mmhh, you mean, shower me with your warm, sticky affections! That sounds so hot." I slipped a finger into my pussy, fucking myself slowly this time.

He reached down with one hand and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. "See how strong my devotion is! Look at how hard my desire to worship you is."

My eyes were drawn to his bulge. "Ohh, so big and hard," I moaned. I licked my lips; he was so horny, and it really wasn't fair to leave him hanging for two hours. I reached over and grasped his cock, stroking his throbbing shaft twice, then slid down and cupped his balls. "Yes, you are full of thick, creamy offerings."

And I wanted it.

I leaned over, and sucked his cock into my mouth, feeling like such a wanton slut. I loved it. I would be Mark's wanton slut forever. My tongue rubbed around his sensitive tip, bringing a moan from his lips. His hand stroked my auburn hair, and I savored the salty taste and the wet noises of my sucking mouth made.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. "Here cums your offering, my Goddess!"

His cock twitched and then my mouth was awash in salty cum. I drank it down, savoring his gift. I loved his cum. Two more thick squirts filled my mouth, and I swallowed them as quick as I could. I sat up, licking my salty lips, and furiously frigged my clit, itching for my own orgasm.

"Ohh, that was so delicious," I moaned. "It was warm and salty! Fuck, fuck! Mmhh, your offering ran thick down my throat!"

I bucked on the seat, cumming on my slim fingers. The passion was intense, my nerves gasping in delight. A puddle formed on my seat, the wet leather sticking to my ass. I could smell my excitement, spicy and sweet.

"Having a woman's mouth on your cock is the only way to drive," Mark laughed, shoving his cock back into his jeans.

Smiling happily, delighting in the afterglow of a second cum, I said, "Well, I'm just glad that you didn't get us killed." Then I gave him a firm glance. "And don't expect me to do that again. It's not safe, Mark!"

He flashed me that boyish grin.

Mark Glassner

Mary had her mouth around my cock again. Despite her protests, this was the third blowjob she had given me on the drive up to Anacortes. It was easy to get them; I just stroked her thighs, gave her a few, truthful compliments, and then slipped my hand between her legs and fingered her pussy. Her face would flush and her nipples would harden, and then she was more than happy to suck my cock.

"Oh, Mare!" I groaned. "You're the best woman in the world!"

"Recalculating," the GPS said.

Shit! I was so into the blowjob, I didn't take the exit from I-5 onto Highway 536. Oh, well! I stroked her auburn hair, savoring the way she ran her tongue around my cock before bobbing down to engulf my entire shaft.

"That's it, Mare!" I groaned. "So good! My naughty filly knows how to suck cock!"

She drew back up and I erupted another load into her hungry lips. She drank it down as eagerly as the last two times. She was a cum-addict, and always seemed happy to make me orgasm to get more spunk. I was going to owe her big time, and I was looking to reciprocate.

She sat up and glared at me, licking up the last of the cum. "You missed the exit!"

"Sorry," I grinned, taking the next one, following the GPS directions to get turned around. "But you're just so amazing."

"This is why we shouldn't do this," Mary protested.

"You know you loved it."

A grin split her face, dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks. "Yeah, I did."

Thirty minutes later, we rolled into Anacortes, a beautiful city resting on the northern peninsula of Fidalgo Island with the gorgeous Puget Sound on one side and forested hills on the other. We drove through the picturesque scenery--a classic American fishing town turned tourist destination. We passed old buildings, lovingly maintained, and pristine parks full of happy people. The salty smell of the Sound wafted through the car as we drove by docks upon docks crowded with all shapes of boat. Small boats, yachts, fishing trawlers, and more.

When we finally reached the dock where the Sound Explorer 2--a hundred foot-long white boat with two decks--was moored, we had fifteen minutes to spare. Mary turned heads in her sexy sundress and thigh-high, black boots, as we boarded the ship. And it wasn't just the men who stared, it seemed that every woman who saw her eyed her lustfully. Mary enjoyed every minute of the attention.

I guess Mary's wish that all women find her sexually attractive was working.

As we made our way to the bow, women kept brushing against her and smiling at her. Finally, we reached the bow, Mary stood at the rails and I stood behind her, hugging her as she bounced excitedly as the ship slipped its mooring and pushed out from the dock.

Mary's ass wiggling against my cock had a predictable effect. Mary felt the hardness and whispered in a husky voice, "I'm not wearing panties. And with your powers..." she trailed off, as I quickly unzipped my pants and she felt my hard cock poking her pussy.

"Such a naughty filly," I moaned into her ear as I slid my cock up inside her wet pussy.

She gasped, "Yes, I am!" And then she squeezed her cunt about my cock as I gently fucked her.

The boat pulled out into the Puget Sound, steaming to the northwest towards the San Juan Islands. The ocean air wafted over us as I pumped in and out of my girlfriend's wonderful pussy. She sighed, pressing back, her pussy squeezing down.

"You have such a pretty dress," a buxom woman said, leaning up against the railing.

I could see desire dancing in the woman's arms, her hand casually reaching out to touch Mary's. My girlfriend smiled, her pussy tightening on my cock as the woman caressing her fingers. A shudder passed through Mary, her hand reaching out to touch the woman's dress, stroking up to her low-cut blouse.

"Thanks," Mary smiled. "And I love yours." She squeezed the woman's ample breast. "It really complements your figure."

"Umm," purred the woman, a smile growing on her lips. "I'm so glad I wore it then." She leaned in and Mary's hand slipped into her bodice, cupping her breast. "I didn't know it would be perfect for this cruise."

"What's going on, Jenny?" a man asked, staring with suspicion.

"Nothing, dear," sighed the woman. "I'm just chatting with...?"

"Mary." My girlfriend's hand pulled out Jenny's breast, exposing a pale, round tit topped by a dark-red nipple.

"I'm just chatting with Mary," Jenny moaned, Mary pinching her nipple.

The man walked up. "The fuck is going on!" he shouted, grabbing his wife.

"Calm down," I commanded him. "Your wife's just having some fun. Don't worry about it. Watch the sea until we dock."

The man blinked, his head whipping around to stare at the sea.

"Let's keep talking," Mary smiled, pulling Jenny closer, her hand sliding down to disappear beneath Jenny's skirt. The woman eyes widened as Mary's hand worked between her legs. "You like it when I touch you there?"

"Oh, yes," panted Jenny. "I've never had a woman touch me like that."

Mary's pussy squeezed on mine, her hips pushing back into my thrust. "Then you'll love it when I do this."

Jenny let out a squeal, her head tossing back, black curls brushing her shoulders. "Oh, yes! I love that!"

"Is everything all right?" a crewmen said, dressed in a white shirt and shorts. Then he saw Jenny's exposed tit. "Ma'am, you can't--"

"There is nothing wrong with someone having sex or being naked on the ship," I ordered, thrusting harder into Mary, pleasure shuddering through me. Others were watching, gasping in shock. I loved it. I was at the center of their attention.

"No, sir," the crewman nodded. "Carry on."

"I will," purred Mary. Then Jenny gasped, her body shaking. What did Mary do to her? "You like that, slut?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you going to cum on my fingers like a dirty whore?"

"Yes!"

Mary's dirty talk excited me. She could be so filthy. I loved her so much. I slid my hands up her side, squeezing her breasts as I fucked her. She was so hot and silky. The perfect woman. I nuzzled her neck as she fingered the slut.

"That's it! Cum, slut!" hissed Mary. "Let me feel your pussy explode on my fingers.

Jenny shuddered. "I'm going to! Oh, yes! That's it! Oh, Mary! Thank you! Thank you!"

Her shouts echoed, drawing more attention. Mary shuddered in my arms, her pussy writhing about my cock as she came hard. I held her, savoring her pussy. I buried into her, reveling in her climaxing sheath.

"Mare!" I groaned and my balls boiled over. Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of me, rippling through my body. "My naughty filly!"

She shuddered, flashing a smile over her shoulder, than held up her fingers sticky with the woman's tart juices. I grinned, licking her fingers, savoring the treat.

Mary Sullivan

There was something so erotic about Mark's cock fucking into my pussy. Cum dripped out of me. He had already fired several blasts of cum into my pussy, our combined juices trickling down my thighs around his cock.

Another woman walked up. Every time I finished fingering one, another was walking up, eager to have a nice cum. She was Japanese, her eyes downcast as she stopped before me, not looking me in the eyes.

"Do you want me to finger you, slut?" I purred, Mark fucking me a little harder. My pussy burned, clenching about his girth.

She didn't answer.

I gripped her chin with my pussy-stained fingers, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "Do you want me to finger you, slut?"

"Hai," she nodded. "Yes, please." Her voice was thick with her accent, but so lovely.

I stroked her cheek, smearing pussy juices, then leaned over and licked them up. She shuddered. "Good," I whispered in her ear. "I'm going to make you cum so hard."

A Japanese man held a camcorder, filming us. He had a big grin on his face as I kissed his wife or girlfriend on the lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into me, kissing me back while I slid my hand down her body, reaching beneath her skirt. Her panties were gone and her pussy was covered by a thick, silky bush.

She stiffened and gasped into my lips as I shoved two fingers into her tasty cunt.

"Finger the slut, Mare," Mark groaned, fucking me harder.

I did, working those two fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She shuddered again, swaying as her pleasure roared through her. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, kissing me with such passion. I played with it, thrusting a third finger into her, stretching her out.

"That's so hot, Mare." His hand drifted down my stomach, pressing between my thighs. "I need to finger you."

I shuddered, hot passion knifing through me as he stroked my aching clitoris. My pussy convulsed about his cock, squeezing more cum and pussy juices out around his dick. I moaned into the Japanese slut's mouth, my orgasm burning hot through me.

I broke the kiss. "Oh, Mark! You wonderful stallion! Oh, fuck!"

The Japanese woman beamed at me. "He give you good cum?"

"The best," I moaned, then gave her a saucy grin, curling my fingers inside her. "It's your turn."

I searched for her G-spot along her silky walls. Her small breasts rose and fell, her slanted eyes widening. I found it. I massaged hard, attacking the bundle of nerves. A gasp escaped her lips, her body trembled.

"That's it," I cooed as she neared her orgasm. "Come for me, whore. Come on my finger you nasty, lesbian slut!"

Mark slammed his cock hard into my dripping cunt. A nasty, wet, squelching sound filled the air as he pounded me. I loved it. I massaged the slut's G-sport harder, pushing my hips back into my boyfriend's thrusts.

"I cum, I cum," the Japanese woman moaned in her thick, broken English, "You make me cum good!"

She shuddered and moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. I leaned over, kissing her hard, savoring her passion as Mark's cock erupted into me. He moaned my name, burying his cock into the very depths of my pussy.

"You wonderful woman," he sighed as I broke the kiss.

The Japanese woman stumbled away as I ripped out my fingers from her twat. Her husband pushed her against the railing, still filming, as he fucked her with his small dick. I held my fingers up and Mark licked the woman's juices off of them.

"Does she taste good?" I moaned, "Does my lesbian slut taste sweet?"

"So sweet!" Mark groaned, nuzzling my neck.

We were both breathless and sweaty as he held me. The cool, sea breeze felt like heaven on my hot skin. I looked out at the blue waves of the Puget Sound, smiling with delight. Today was amazing. I was so glad I stayed with Mark and made my Pact.

I gasped, pointing excitedly. "Look!"

Out in the waves, three orcas broke the surface. I forgot all about the depraves sex we had been enjoying as I watched these beautiful, majestic animals swimming through the water, held in Mark's arms. The whales were black with white bellies, and swam with speed and grace, knifing through the waves.

"You're right, Mare," Mark whispered. "They are romantic to watch. Especially when you're here with me."

I smiled, his arms tightening around me. Joy burst inside me, warm and hot, as wonderful as the orgasm he had just given me. "I love you so much."

While the Living Gods were spreading Their message of love upon the waters of the Puget Sound, They took two lesbians as their sluts--Chantelle and Lana. Both were lovely to behold. But despite bathing in the Gods' love, treachery bred in their hearts and they caused great sadness to the Living Gods.

--The Gospel of April 7:20

Svitlana "Lana" Paquet-Holub

"Aren't they a wild pair?" I whispered to Chantelle, my new wife. She was a slim brunette with the face of an angel.

"She is beautiful," Chantelle answered in her sexy, French-Canadian lilt.

We were on our honeymoon and, instead of whale watching, I had been staring at the sexy redhead. I loved my wife, and I couldn't believe that I found a woman more beautiful and graceful than my Chantelle.

But there she was.

"We should go say hi," I purred, my pussy itching in my panties. I hugged my wife tighter. "What do you say?"

"So we can be fingered like all the other women?"

"Doesn't that sound fun?" I arched my eyebrows. "I know how much you like to have fun."

Chantelle and I had our share of threesomes. There was always a dancer at Déjà Vu that wanted to have some after-hours delights. And I always needed satisfaction after a night working as a stripper. Between exposing all to the horny guys, and watching my sexy coworkers--including my hot wife--strip and tease on stage, I was a horny mess that needed satisfaction.

That's how we met. I had fallen in love the first time I had seen her step out on stage. Chantelle moved with such grace.

My wife looked at me. "I guess we can have fun." Then a naughty smile crossed her lips. "All those other women really seemed to be enjoying themselves."

"That's my naughty wife." I leaned in, giving her a kiss, then took her hand and we walked across the ship to the redhead. I barely noticed the guy fucking her. He paled in comparison to the majesty of her.

Mark Glassner

"Aren't the orcas magnificent?" cooed a woman with a sultry, french accent.

A brunette woman, with short, boyish haircut, slid up to the railing beside us. She was a short, with the graceful, slim body of a dancer. She was dressed in black, skinny jeans that hugged her hips and ass and a maroon blouse with a deep, v-neck. A second woman, tall with dirty-blonde hair and blue highlights, stepped behind the French woman and hugged her. She was a curvy beauty in a lacy, white blouse and pleated, black skirts that showed off gorgeous, tanned legs. Both wore matching diamond wedding rings.

"I know," agreed Mary, her cunt gave a pleasant squeeze on my cock; Mary was getting excited by the two women--I knew I was. I drew my hard cock through Mary's cunt, and thrust back in. "So beautiful and exotic."

"I'm Lana," the blonde woman said with a slight Slavic accent. She had the round face and prominent cheekbones of an Eastern European. "And this is my wife, Chantelle."

"We're on our honeymoon," Chantelle purred, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Congratulations! I'm Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark."

Then Mary leaned in and kissed Chantelle on the lips. Lana giggled, licking her lips. Mary released Chantelle and then kissed Lana on the lips. Mary's pussy tightened on mine as she made out with the blonde.

"You are a divine kisser," panted Chantelle

"Thanks," Mary smiled, breaking the kiss.

Lana swayed, licking her lips. "Oh, yes. Just divine."

"I love your accent," I said to Chantelle, my eyes appreciating her gorgeous figure "What part of France are you from?"

"Saint-Jérôme in Quebec," she lauged, "but I live in Dupont, now."

"We live in Dupont," Lana said, pouting.

"Sorry." Chantelle kissed her wife.

"You're forgiven." Lana caressed her wife's face, then said, "Last year we bought this cute little house. It's very cozy."

Chantelle smiled wickedly. "Mmhh, very cozy," she cooed and wiggled her shapely ass against her wife's groin.

"So how'd you two meet?" Mary asked.

"We met dancing," Lana asked. "We both work at Déjà Vu in Lakewood. And one night, Chantelle was on stage and I was working the room, you know, looking for a guy who'd want to buy a lap dance. When we made eye contact, it was like, eh, electricity shot between us. As Chantelle danced on stage, it was like she was dancing only for me. When we got off work, I took her home and we made love for hours."

"You're strippers?" I blurted.

Chantelle gave me a frost stare. "Exotic dancers."

"Oh, sorry," I said, taken aback.

"I think that's so romantic how you met," Mary said, and slid her hand across the railing and caressed Chantelle's arm.

Chantelle eyed us up and down. "Are you fucking her, right now?" she asked with a naughty smile.

"Just enjoying the sweet embrace of my girlfriend," I answered slyly.

Chantelle laughed and was about to say something when Lana excitedly pointed. "Ohh, look at her jump!"

An orca had burst momentarily out of the dark-blue waters of the Sound. Lana hugged Chantelle excitedly, rocking her wife about in her embrace. Mary kept stroking Chantelle's arm, dragging a finger lightly up and down her silky skin. Chantelle smiled at her and eyed Mary lustfully with her hazel eyes.

"You two are wild," Chantelle confided. "Lana and I enjoyed watching you finger that Asian beauty."

"I would love to finger you, Chantelle," Mary said as she caressed the French-Canadian's arm.

"Hey!" Lana protested with mock-outrage. "That's my wife!"

There was an excited twinkle in Mary's eyes and I knew what she desired. I grabbed Lana's arm and pulled out of Mary's pussy. "Hey, Lana, lets me and you have some fun over here. Your wife is in some very capable hands. So relax and let me do what I want and I'll make sure you enjoy it."

Lana didn't struggle as I pulled her a few feet away. Mary and Chantelle kissed, their lips smacking, heat growing between them.

"They are so hot," she moaned as I rubbed her plump ass. "I need some of that loving. My pussy is so wet."

"Don't worry," I whispered in Lana's ears. "I'm going to fuck you hard and you're going to love it."

Lana shivered and I captured her juicy lips in a kiss. Then I spun her about, rubbing my sticky cock on the back of her skirt. Then I lifted her hem up, exposing her curvy ass covered by powder blue, lacy panties. I pulled those off the cheeks of her golden-brown ass. It was sexy seeing no tan lines on a woman's ass and I imagined this voluptuous women lying naked on the side of the pool, glistening with oil.

I slid my cock between her legs and found the wet, shaved lips of her pussy. I stroked along her slippery groove, savoring the feel of her silky labia on my shaft. Then I pulled back, guiding my tip through her folds, and shoved into her wet tunnel.

"Oh, fuck," Lana moaned, her cunt squeezing pleasantly on my cock. "That's nice. Ohh, it's been a few days since I had a cock in me!"

Chantelle shot Lana a look, then gasped as Mary yanked down Chantelle's jeans and bright red thong down her hips. They tangled about her ankles, and my girlfriend shoved the woman's ass against the rails and tribbed her, fucking her clit hard into Chantelle's.

"Oh, yes!" moaned Chantelle, writhing on Mary's hips as Mary sucked on her neck.

Both newlywed lesbians gasped and panted as they were fucked. Lana's pussy squeezed about my cock, her hips pushing back into my thrusts. The blonde reached out and captured Chantelle's hand. The lesbian brides gripped each other tight as their pleasures built.

I pounded her hard, her pussy milking my cock. Lana threw her head back, moaning as an orgasm rocked through her body. She got off quick. I slid my hands up, squeezing her heavy tits as I pounded her.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Lana moaned. "Flood my cunt, stud."

"I'm going to flood your lesbian cunt with so much cum," I growled in her ear, pinching her nipples through her dress.

She shuddered, another rippling orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy massaged me, milking my balls, eager to get my cum. My thrust grew hard as the tip of my cock itched, begging for another release. My balls tightened, my orgasm building,

"Shit! Here it comes, slut!"

"Yes!" she gasped.

I buried into her and my cum exploded out of me, flooding her warm pussy. "Fuck, that was nice!" I gasped, kissing Lana's neck, breathing hard.

Chantelle and Mary were writhing, grinding their pussies together. "You gonna cum for me?" Mary hissed into Chantelle's ear. "Is your dirty cunt gonna cum on my pussy? Are you gonna cum on another woman while your wife watches?"

"Yes, oh yes," Chantelle moaned. "Watch me, Lana! Watch me cum!"

Lana squeezed her hand. "Cum, cupcake."

Mary and Chantelle came together, bucking wildly against each other. "I'm cumming, Lana! Oh, it so sweet!"

Satiated, Mary broke her embraced with Chantelle and stumbled next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Lana and Chantelle embraced passionately and kissed. Now it was Lana's turn to trib Chantelle.

"Can we keep them?" Mary asked as the lesbians came.

"Sure, Mare," I told her, liking the idea of having a pair of married lesbians for sex slaves. "Lana, Chantelle, you're going to be our sluts forever."

"Really?" Lana excitedly asked, breaking her kiss with her wife.

"Yes," I nodded. "You'll do whatever nasty, depraved thing that Mary or I tell you to."

"Yes, Master," Chantelle purred in her sexy accent.

Mary and I stood, arm in arm, and watched the orcas play in the Puget Sound accompanied by the sounds of passion from about the ship. The orcas were magnificent beasts, graceful and powerful.

When the orcas disappeared beneath the waves, and the Sound Explorer 2 turned to head back to Anacortes, Mary turned and kissed me. "Thank you," she whispered, tears beading her eyes. "This was magical."

I caressed her face. "It was," I answered, cupping her chin, and kissed her.

Doug Allard -- Tacoma, WA

"This is the guy you're following?" Tina asked, peering over my shoulder.

I was at home, working in my office. I had finally nailed down who this Mark guy was. I had been working a very routine case, following a suspected cheating wife for Brandon Fitzsimmons, and it had grown weird yesterday. Desiree Fitzsimmons was clearly cheating. And with several individuals. As I dug into their identities, I stumbled onto something, well, that I couldn't easily explain.

It was like magic.

Last night, before going to bed, I set a program to trawl through Facebook, searching every photo, trying to match it to the surveillance pics I had shot of the mysterious Mark. Fifteen minutes ago, I had a hit on a Facebook page belonging to a Sandy Glassner.

"My son Mark at his graduation," the post had read. "Been going through old photos."

Mark Glassner didn't have his own Facebook page, and I couldn't find his phone number in the white pages. Not that unusual, a lot of young people these days didn't bother with landlines. But his parents were a different matter. Sandra Glassner listed her spouse as David, and there were two David Glassners and three D. Glassners in the phone book. Those were good odds.

"Yeah," I nodded, turning to my wife. She had a tray with a sandwich on it. "Why, do you recognize it?"

"He's on the news. The cops are after him."

"Really?" I asked. I had been so busy I hadn't had time to watch any TV. I grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite--pastrami, spicy mustard, and a crisp dill pickle. "Thanks," I smiled. "So why's he on the news?"

"He's behind that Buy Best Incident. All those people had an orgy because of his gas."

I had heard about the terrorist attack. It made a lot more sense if Mark was involved with his strange ability to make people what he said. "Do they know it was actually gas?"

"That's what the authorities say, why?"

I swallowed, looking at my wife. "This is going to sound weird, but the guy's strange. He can do things."

"Like what?"

"Things."

Tina gave me a frown. "That's not helpful."

"All right. Yesterday, I was on the phone with Mike, a guy who had a connection to Mark. Well, Mark walked in and just made the guy do things. Weird things."

"With a gun?"

"No. He just told the guy something and the guy obeyed like he had been hypnotized."

Amusement glinted in her eyes. "Are you pulling a prank on me?"

"No." I explained it all to her. Brandon's sudden, abrupt behavior, Mark shacking up with his wife and two other women, Cynthia and Vivian's new love, how Mark had traded his shitty car for a brand new Mustang, and Mike and Minnie's bizarre, cuckolding relationship.

"That's unbelievable."

"You're the one that just told me he made an entire store full of people have an orgy. How else would you describe that?"

She sat down in a chair beside me. "Oh, God, Doug. This is...serious. You need to call the police."

"And, what? Mark could just command them to walk away."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Find out what the hell is going on."

"Oh, Doug," she sighed. "If this guy is really so dangerous, why don't you just walk away?"

"I don't know," I sighed. I couldn't really explain it. There was just something so wrong about what this guy was doing. "Brandon's paying me well, and I'll be careful and keep my distance. It's not like the guy's actually killed anyone, or hurt anyone. He just makes you...do weird things."

A smile suddenly played on Tina's lips. "You just want to be part of an orgy."

"Yep!" I laughed. "You got me."

Humor had always been Tina's shield from my job. It started when we first dated and I worked the beat as a Tacoma police officer. "I got some phone calls to make. I have a line on his family, and I want to learn more about this guy."

"Okay. I trust you'll know when to pull out."

I nodded, squeezing her shoulder for reassurance. "It'll be fine. I'm being careful."

Fiona Cavanagh had a unique place in the Tyrants history. Despite her many crimes, the people of Seattle raised a statue in her and her wife's honor on the very ground that the Space Needle once stood. The irony may have been lost on those who weren't aware that Fiona herself became the Tyrants' thrall at that very spot.

--Excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy by Tina Allard

Fiona Cavanagh -- Seattle, WA

"Next weekend's going to be great," Hank laughed, his hands drumming on his steering wheel.

I smiled at my boyfriend, pushing a lock of strawberry-blonde hair off my cheek, tucking it back behind my ear. "Yeah."

We were going camping next weekend, and Hank couldn't stop talking about it. I wasn't nearly as eager to go, but seeing Hank this excited would be worth the inconvenience. Plus, last week he had suffered in silence when I dragged him from garage sell to garage sell. I owed it to him.

"You're going to love it, Fiona," he continued. "The fresh mountain air is amazing. And it's so beautiful. And I know this spot. It's very private."

I blushed. My face felt as red as my hair. "How private?"

"There's this beautiful spring, clear as crystal, right next to it. No one else knows about it. Think of all the fun we can have."

"I can't wait. I guess I should bring a bathing suit then, huh."

"Naw. It's just extra weight. We're backpacking in."

"Right. My skimpy bathing suit is going to be too much weight."

His grin was naughty. "It could be the straw that breaks the proverbial camel's back."

"So what will I wear to swim in?"

"We'll be out in nature, Fiona. Clothes aren't part of nature."

"So we're gong to be nudist?"

"Only while swimming."

An excited flush burned through me. "Is swimming the only thing we're going to do in the spring?"

"Nope."

I laughed at his brazen answer.

"It's gonna be excellent, Fiona," he grinned, still drumming away on the steering wheel as we crawled through the terrible traffic around the Seattle Center.

My eyes glanced up at the Space Needle rising like a white spire above the Center, and my mood evaporated. It was going to be another long night; my feet still ached from working a double shift at the Sky City Restaurant last night.

We finally made it through the traffic and I gave my boyfriend and kiss and climbed out. "Have a good one," he called, then pulled back into the nightmare that was Seattle traffic on a Saturday evening.

"Hi, Fiona," Xiu, one of the other waitresses, said as she walked up from the bus stop. She was a petite, Chinese girl with shoulder-length, straight, black hair. I had always thought of Asian woman as being flat-chested, and then I met Xiu. Her tits looked almost obscenely large on her small frame, pressing against the white, buttoned-down blouses we wore with our black slacks and white, waist aprons.

"Hey, ready for another killer shift."

She made a face. "Tourist season is just starting, too. This is going to be a long summer."

"Yeah," I groused. "Well, I'm going to miss next weekend."

"Right, camping with Hank."

We reached the elevator and I hit the up button. "Yep. Getting away from here for four whole days." I sighed. "Heavenly."

The Space Needle's elevator dinged and a flood of tourists in casual shirts and shorts, cameras slung around their necks and visors on their heads, poured out. We let the tide go by, then we stepped into the elevator and hit the restaurant's floor.

"Oh, hold the elevator!" Korina shouted.

Xiu stuck out her arm and caught the closing door. Our coworker ran up up, her doll's face flushed. She stepped in, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at her sweaty forehead and brush her black hair out her face. She had such lovely, porcelain-white skin. I was afflicted with freckles and so envied her flawless skin.

"Thanks," she smiled as the elevator took us up. "My shift starts in five minutes. I would have been in so much trouble if missed this one."

"Traffic?" I asked her.

"Yes," she groaned. "It's so bad tonight. Something must be going on at the Seattle Center."

"When isn't there something going on next door?" Xiu asked and we all shared a laugh.

The elevator reached the restaurant's level and we piled out. "Hey, Vespasien," I smiled as we passed the Maitre D'.

A smile appeared on his lips, graced with a pencil mustache, and he said, "Bonsoir, ladies. We are going to have a great night, yes?"

"Of course, Vespasien," Xiu laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Good, good. It will be very busy."

We slipped back into the kitchen to drop off our stuff in the small, employee break room, more of a closet really, and put on our white aprons. Korina clocked in first, darting back out into the restaurant while Xiu and I sat down.

"My feet are all ready killing me," I sighed.

Xiu opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by George, a skinny cook, sticking his head in. "Everyone needs to be out front."

"We're not on the clock yet," I protested.

"Mr. Aamot's orders," he shrugged. "Clock on."

I glanced at Xiu and she raised her eyebrows and we punched our time cards. The entire staff was gathered in front of a young man with intense, blue eyes. To my complete astonishment the diners were filing out and Vespasien and Mr. Aamot didn't seem to care.

"Wait staff front and center," the man ordered. His voice was so deep and commanding. It seemed to reach inside me and, before I knew it, I was standing in front of him, his eyes roaming across our bodies. "The male waiters are dismissed for the night. Go home."

Aaron and Tom shrugged and headed out the door. The didn't even head back to the break room to gather their belongings. Who was this man?

"Women, strip."​