Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Our doll-faced slut moved to Xiu and I loved the way her heavy breasts bounced and swayed as she struggled to free the tightly bound Xiu. The rope left tight marks in her skin, slowly turning from white to red as he blood flowed again. The delightful slut couldn't resist tonguing Xiu's ass and gathering up Mark's cum that had leaked out.

Once free, Xiu knelt on the bed. "Master, Mistress, may I use the restroom."

"Yes, you may," I answered. Mark had his eyes closed and was far too wrapped up in Fiona's blowjob to care.

Xiu bolted to the bathroom.

"Why don't you get in there," Fiona taunted Korina, lifting her mouth from Mark's cock, "and let Xiu piss on you."

"I will if Master or Mistress commands it," Korina flushed.

"You should have felt how eager she was to lick the piss out of my cunt!" Fiona sneered.

Korina was flushed with anger. I slapped Fiona's ass hard. It was such a wonderful feeling and made this delightful sound. "Enough of that, bitch. You are just as dirty a slut as she is. Maybe next time Korina will piss on you."

"Sorry, Mistress," Fiona muttered, going back to cleaning Mark's cock.

Korina smiled, pleased at Fiona's rebuke. She snuggled up against me, laying her porcelain face on my freckled breasts. Mark gave a groan, shoved Fiona's mouth all the way down his cock as he flooded her lips with his cum.

"Thank you, Master," Fiona purred, looking up.

He glared at her. "When you're sucking my cock, you don't stop to insult your fellow slut-sister. No go over there and share my cum with her."

"Yes, Master," she contritely said and walked around the bed and gave Korina a nice, big kiss full of cum.

Xiu reentered the room as someone knocked at the door. "Get the door, Xiu," I ordered. "And give the man a nice tip with your mouth."

"Yes, Mistress," Xiu replied with a shy smile, and opened the hotel room door naked. The bellhop gasped in surprise and Xiu giggled and soon the bellhop was moaning in pleasure as the rest of us dug into the juicy hamburgers and crispy fries.

My pussy itched. It was exciting whoring out my sluts.

"Oh, fuck that's good," Mark mumbled around a mouthful of burger as Xiu rejoined the rest of us, cum staining her lips. A few splatters of white had dripped down onto her large tits. Her nipples were hard, pierced by a silver chain from which pink butterflies dangled. Fiona handed Xiu a burger and she hungrily bit into it.

Mark had wolfed his burger down faster than the rest and retired to the comfy armchair, sipping a beer. He was watching us eat, and I smiled at him. Korina took the last bite of her burger, and I motioned over to Mark. She smiled, understanding shining in her deep, blue eyes. My fiance's cock hardened as Korina walked sensuously over to him.

"Is that sausage for me?" Korina asked, straddling his waist, her heavy tits swinging in front of his mouth.

"Yeah, slut," he said, guiding his cock to the wet entrance of her cunt. I smiled as she sat down onto his cock and slowly fucked him, nuzzling and kissing at his neck. Mark smiled at me over his shoulder and mouthed "I love you."

I beamed, then finished off my beer. My eyes wandered over to Xiu, and I reached out and rubbed her ass, remembering how we found the little slut when we woke up. "Lay down on your stomach," I ordered.

"Yes Mistress," Xiu said, eagerly, wiggling her tiny ass.

I shoved the beer bottle hard up her ass and fucked it in and out of her bowels. "You like that, slut?" I asked. "You like things shoved up your whorish ass, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, yes, I love it!" she moaned.

"When we get home, I'm going to put on a strap-on with the biggest dildo and just fuck the shit out of your ass!" I hissed.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful, Mistress," Xiu moaned. "Tie me up and fuck my ass! Please, Mistress! I'm a dirty whore who needs to be treated like shit!"

"Man, Xiu is fucked up," Mark chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I didn't tell Xiu to be into any of that."

"I'm a dirty slut that's always loved to be hurt and tied up," Xiu panted. I worked the bottle faster and faster out of her ass a few times until I couldn't stand the itch in my pussy any longer.

I left the bottle buried in her ass and grabbed Fiona, kissing her fiercely, and rolling on top of her. My dark-red hair fell about her strawberry-blonde. Fiona spread her legs, wrapping them around my hips and pulling my pussy against her. I loved tribbing. I fucked my little slut hard, savoring the silky feel of her bush rubbing against my cunt as Mark and Korina grunted in the background.

"I love watching women trib," Mark groaned. "You two are so beautiful! It's hot watching Fiona's red-furred muff slide against yours, Mare!"

"Umm,I love to feel it," I moaned, humping my slut faster.

"Naughty filly," Mark chuckled.

"Does my naughty cunt feel good on your cock, Master?" Korina moaned.

"Oh yeah! So tight, so wet."

"Cum in my pussy, Master!" she panted. The slap of flesh grew louder as Korina fucked my fiance faster. "Oh, cum in me, please!"

"Here it comes, slut!" Mark groaned.

"Yes, yes! Thank you for cumming in me, Master!"

I writhed my hips faster and faster against Fiona, desperate to cum again. I loved it. I wanted to cum all the time. Whether with Mark or someone else, I wanted to be awash in pleasure. I was free of all those petty concerns. I could fuck whomever I wanted and no one could stop me or judge me.

Mark and I were free!

I spasmed atop Fiona, my pussy squirting juices as I came hard. So wonderful. Her thighs tightened about my waist, her body shook beneath me. She gasped and purred, adding her own flood of juices to mine, making a wonderful, sticky mess.

I rolled off her, panting, "That was wonderful."

"You're welcome, Mistress," purred Fiona.

"Want to switch?" Mark asked, grinning at me over Korina's shoulder.

"Of course!" I smiled. "Send that foxy bitch over here. I want to eat your cum out of her pussy!"

Sister Louise Afra -- South Hill, WA

For five hours I had been watching the Fitzsimmons house. A long, boring five hours spent sitting in a Brandon's BMW a few houses down the street. I promised to save his wife and he lent me his car. He had wanted to help, burning with anger to get back at Mark, but it was too dangerous for him.

Anger still seethed in me after listening to Brandon Fitzsimmons's story this morning. He had told me everything he knew about the Warlock Mark and his Thralls Mary and Alison. Why did every Warlock with mind control powers from harems? Even the women did it. I could still remember when Suzanne had made me her Thrall fifty years ago, the first of her harem.

Five hours and nothing had happened. Neighbors came and went and once a pink-haired girl who must be Allison, took out the garbage. She was dressed as some cheap, french maid. Part of me wished I was back in the hotel with Sarai. She had been one of the wildest lovers I had ever had. But I had my duty, and she had her job to return to.

My phone rang. "Hello."

"Hi Sister Louise," Sister Theodora said.

"Oh, hi," I brightened, remembering the beautiful blonde and all the fun we had after I saved her from Kurt all those years ago. "What's up?"

"How's the hunt for the Warlock going?"

"Good. I found two of his Thralls, but he's been MIA all day."

"I heard he's been all over Washington State. He caused quite the mess at the Space Needle last night."

"What mess?" I asked.

"Some wild party he threw at the Space Needle," she answered. "There are missing waitresses and tens of thousands of dollars in damages." She paused. "Be careful. This guy is out of control. I've never heard of a Warlock being so bold. He's robbed stores, molested women in broad daylight. And he has fangirls. There's a whole group on Facebook spouting how much they love the guy. Some haven't even been touched by him."

"He has more Thralls then," I whispered. The missing waitresses must be part of his harem now. I needed to take risks to turn the tide. "I'm going to imprint the two Thralls I've been watching."

"Well, I'll let you go then. Good luck and and God's blessing."

"Thank you, Sister."

Mark was up in Seattle. I had an opening that I shouldn't pass up. But I should make sure, just in case he hasn't been lying low in the Fitzsimmons house. I called the number Brandon gave me. It rang a few times, then a sultry woman with a Hispanic accept picked up.

"Hi, I'm Valerie," I said in my best valley girl accent. "Is Mark there, I tots need to talk to him."

"No, mi Rey is not here."

"Oh," I said, trying to sound disappointed and hung up.

I smiled, I could handle two Thralls. I climbed out of the car. Today I was woew in a flowery, pink dress with a low-cut bodice and pleated, short skirt, and no panties. I wore my favorite pairs of boots, white, knee-high and heeled. They were my favorite because I loved how the boots made my ass full and curvy when I walked.

I rang the doorbell and tensed my body. I would need to move quick when the door opened. After a few heartbeats a beautiful, very busty Latina woman opened the door who I guessed must be Desiree. She was wearing a slutty version of a french maid's outfit, with a transparent bodice and a short, frilly skirt that would slid up to reveal her ass if she ever bent over.

"¿Hola?" Desiree asked, a friendly, questioning smile on her face. A blue-black aura glistened sickly about her, stronger than the one that had afflicted her husband. She was deep in Mark's power. It was time to change that.

I struck.

As the Living Gods celebrated their love in Seattle, a serpent nested in their home. Sister Cuntrag wormed her evil into the hearts of faithful Desiree and Alison.

--The Gospel of April 9:35

Violet Matheson -- Seattle, WA

I turned the TV off. There was nothing to watch. It was so boring in the hotel room. My mother snored on the bed next to mine, sleeping on her side. She had dragged me to this business conference in Seattle so she could keep an eye on me. For the last year-and-a-half I could hardly escape her after she caught me and Summer--

I squeezed my eyes tight, not wanting to think about that day and the room with the heat lamps.

I didn't want to be in Seattle. I wanted to stay home in Portland. But Mother didn't trust me out of her sight any longer. She was so domineering I had to take my college courses over the internet. When she left for work, she locked me in my bedroom.

"No daughter of mine will be a filthy lesbian," she would say.

And if objected, she'd be disappointed and have to lock me in the room with the heat lamps. I shuddered, hating myself for being afraid. I was nineteen. I should be my own woman now, not cowering in fear of my mother and her prejudices.

"Let the light purify your sinful soul," she would say, a smile on her face, when she would force me into the room full of all those heat lamps shining down on me. "It's for your own good. I love you, Violet."

But I couldn't help feeling attracted to other women. With their smooth skin and beautiful breasts and gorgeous legs, how could I resist? My rebellious pussy grew an itch, urging my hand to reach down and stroke it.

I refused the urge. Mother would tie me to the bed to keep my hands from doing something so nasty. I rolled onto my side, trying to ignore the ache as Summer's face swam up in my mind. So beautiful. Her kisses were so soft, her touch so sweet.

My hand inched between my legs.

Mother snored, turning over. Fear shot through me.

I needed to get out of here. Just for a little bit. I could go for a walk. I could be free for a few minutes. Mother was sleeping. She'd never know I was gone. I could find a nice, quiet place, like the bathroom in the lobby, and have a nice, quick jill.

My pussy needed to be touched so bad.

I stood up, smoothing my conservative dress, pushing one of my pigtails back over my shoulder, and crept to the door. I grabbed my rhinestone studded jacket, slipping it on. I made sure my my keycard was in the jacket's pocket. It was. I carefully opened the door and slipped out.

I was free.

I walked to the elevator, a smile on my face, and hit the down button, pressing my thighs together in anticipation of the release I was going to have.

Mark Glassner

"Where are your clothes?" I asked as I pulled on a pair of jeans.

"We didn't bring them, Master," Xiu answered.

Flashes of last night rose out of the drunken fog.

"Ooh, being naked sounds like fun," Mary laughed. "We can do what we want. And it's a beautiful day outside."

Mary was right, we were so much more than other humans. No one could tell us what to do. I told them what to do and they would obey me. We were beyond morality, good and evil, and all that garbage.

"All right," I shrugged and pulled my pants off, excited to march out naked and let everyone see.

I grabbed Xiu, she had been tied up again, and threw her over my shoulder. I give her rump a playful slap; she giggled and cooed, and I enjoyed the warmth of her breasts pillowing against my back and the way her long, silky hair brushed my ass.

"¡Madre de Dios!" a Hispanic maid gasped as we stepped into the hallway. She quickly opened a hotel room with her master key and ducked in.

A young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen, waited at the elevator. She took one look at us and turned beat red. She was cute, with brown hair in pigtails tied with pink ribbons. She wore a jean jacket decorated with shiny, pastel rhinestones over a pink, conservative dress. I set the bound Xiu down and Fiona grabbed the slut, helping her hop the rest of the way.

"What's your name, sweetie?" I asked as she pressed back against the elevator's steel door.

She glanced down at my naked cock and jump, looking quickly up at the ceiling. "V-Violet," she stammered.

"Don't be afraid," I told her, stroking her face. "You want to be my elevator slut, right?"

She nodded her head, her body relaxing. "What's an elevator slut?"

"An elevator slut takes off her panties and lets her man stick his dick up her tight, juicy cunt," Mary answered, reaching out to stroke her other cheek.

I was amazed to see that Violet could blush even more red as she reached beneath her skirt to pull off a pair of plain, white panties. Mary took them, held them up to her face, and inhaled the scent of fresh cunt. The elevator door dinged open and Violet stumbled inside. I followed her in, pinning Violet to the wall.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," I whispered into her ear. "You're going to love every single minute of it."

"O-okay," she timidly answered.

I hiked up her skirt and pressed up against her, bending down to find her cunt with my dick. I rubbed it on her lips as the elevator lurched then descended. I found her her wet hole and went to push in my cock. A barrier stopped me. She had a membrane stretched across her hole--her hymen. Oh, this was great. I had enjoyed the last virgin I fucked. I was going to ravish her.

I pulled back, and then thrust hard through her maidenhead. She moaned in pain and pleasure, gripping me tight. Her cunt flooded with juices as my command to enjoy the fucking kicked in. She shuddered and mewled in pleasure.

"God, I love virgin cunt!" I moaned, fucking her hard, capturing her pretty little mouth in a kiss.

The elevator doors opened a few floors down and people gasped. Mary moaned, low and liquid. She must have one of the sluts going down on her. I enjoyed Violet's cunt too much to see who Mare was fucking. Every few floors, the elevator would stop and more people would get the shock of their lives. Sadly, no one joined our orgy.

Violet's cunt was so tight, her moans of pleasure so sweet, I wasn't going to last long. I hammered her, our flesh slapping together. She was so lithe and hot. My balls boiled and I buried into her. "Fuck yes," I moaned in her ear as I came in her tight cunt.

My cum shuddered out of me, splashing into her hot pussy. Violet gave a mewling gasp and her body shivered, her tight pussy convulsing about my dick. I loved the feel of hot pussy cumming about my dick. A sense of pride filled me. I made this virgin whore cum hard.

"That was...nice," she panted

The elevator stopped, the doors dinging. We had reached the lobby.

I pulled out of Violet, turning to face a pair of shocked, middle-aged women. "Ladies," I said, pleasantly, brushing past them, my cock wet with the virgin's cunt.

I threw Xiu over my shoulder and led my naked women out into the hotel lobby. Everyone froze, not sure what to make of a group of naked people. This being Seattle, they probably thought we were part of some protest group, or part of some public nudity festival.

I reached the valet. "You should have a silver Mustang for Mark Glassner," I told him. "Go and pull it up."

"Right away sir," the young valet swallowed, gaping at all my naked sluts.

It seemed Alison's arrangements had worked. Along with the limo she had rented us last night, she had the limo company send someone to drive my Mustang back to the hotel.

"Oh, fuck!" a guy shouted as we waited, gaping at us.

"There's nothing wrong with being naked in Seattle," I commanded him.

"Yeah," the guy nodded, but his eyes were still wild.

"I am not a terrorist," I added. "You're not going to call the police."

The guy nodded "Right. Of course." He smiled. "Well, uh, have a nice day.

While we waited for the Mustang, Mary had Violet pressed against the cement wall of the parking garage, her fingers playing through the virgin's messy cunt. I hadn't even realized Violet had followed us.

I gave Mary a questioning look.

"She's so cute," Mary cooed, watching the former virgin's face contorted in pleasure. "I want to keep her."

I laughed. "Okay, but where she's sitting?"

I would be driving, Mary would be sitting next to me, Xiu was going in the trunk, she would get off on that, I'm sure. And Korina and Fiona would sit in the back.

"On my lap," Mary said, as Violet moaned and came on her fingers. "I want to play with her cunt the whole way home."

I laughed and kissed my fiancee. I couldn't say no to her. "I'm glad we came to Seattle," I told her.

Mary beamed at me. "We should definitely do it again, sometime!"

Violet Matheson

I sat on my Mistress's lap as Master drove us down I-5, enjoying her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. Master kept glancing at me and smiling, and I flushed, looking down at his hard cock still glistening with my juices.

I had loved his cock fucking me in the elevator. It was so different than Summer's mouth had been, but still wonderful. Maybe I wasn't gay. I must be bisexual. My Mistress kissed my neck, her fingers were as gentle as Summer's had been. It wouldn't be long before I had a nice, shuddering orgasm.

My Mistress was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I was so glad I could be hers. And Masters. My heart beat faster, and my head swam with giddy emotions. Her wonderful fingers hooked in my pussy and she touched that wonderful, special spot.

My G-spot.

I shuddered on her. "Thank you, Mistress!" Pleasure washed over me, ending at my hard nipples. My toes curls and stars danced before my eyes. I loved her so much. I gasped as another wave washed through me.

"You're welcome, slut," she purred, pulling her fingers out of my pussy.

"Damn, that was hot, Mare," Master groaned, his cock hard, thrusting up from his crotch.

"So hot," agreed Korina, the back seat rocking. Fiona was atop her, their pussies rubbing together. I had loved tribbing with Summer. I could smell their pussies, tart and sweet, perfuming the car. What a delicious scent.

"Why don't you lean over and put that mouth to work," Mistress whispered in my ear. "Mark cock's needs to be sucked."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Master asked with a laugh.

"Well, you did wish for a long, healthy life," Mistress answered. "And I wished to live as long as you, so...we should be safe."

"Unless the Devil's a dick and thinks a long life is a few days."

Devil? Wish? What where they talking about?

"So bend over and suck his cock, slut," Mary whispered as she leaned back her chair. "And spread those legs. Let's see if we can't trib."

"Yes, Mistress," I smiled. She was so beautiful, like a setting sun, framed by her auburn hair. I had never known a woman more beautiful. Even Summer paled in comparison and I thought I loved her once.

Master seized one of my pigtails, pulling my face down to his cock. I opened wide, eager to suck my first cock--it was his and I lived to please him. He groaned as my mouth engulfed him. I swirled my tongue about his tip, savoring the salty flavor.

I liked it.

Mistress shifted, my pussy sliding along her thigh, her shaved pussy touched my leg. She was hot and juicy. I humped my hips, trying to bring our pussies together. My clit shivered with pleasure as I slid along her silky flesh.

"You need to suck, slut," Master growled. "And work that tongue about my cock."

"Yes," Mistress agreed, her hand finding my ass and squeezing. "Bob that mouth. Worship his cock. You love his dick. It's the most amazing cock in the world."

I did, sucking hard, bobbing my head. It was so exciting. Master groaned. I was pleasing him.

"What a fucking slut. It was a great idea to keep her, Mare."

"Yes!" Mistress hissed as she humped.

She shifted and our pussies pressed together. She was hot and wet, her flesh silk as she ground into my vulva. I humped her hard. We worked our hips, grinding our cunts together. I was pleasing both my Master and Mistress. I couldn't be happier.

The leather creaked as Mistress humped. I worked more of Master's cock into my mouth until I brushed the back of my throat, then I slid back up, sucking hard. He loved that. My hands stroked his naked thigh, sliding down to cup his heavy balls.

He really liked that.

"Fuck, what a delicious slut!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck. You're going to get a juicy treat! Keep sucking, whore!"

The dirty words just excited me more. I ground my clit hard into Mistress. My body shook and I came. I moaned around Master's dick, giving him as much pleasure as I could. My juices flooded out of me, making a sticky mess between Mistress and I.

"Fucking cunt! Suck his cock!" Mistress gasped. "Oh, fuck! Hump me harder! Make us both cum, whore!"

Her hand squeezed my ass, pulling me tight against her pussy. Hot juices splashed against my pussy. My Mistress was cumming. I kept humping my hips, wanting to prolong her orgasm for as long as I could.

"Delicious slut!" gasped Mistress. "That's it. That's fucking it! You know how to make me happy!"

"I'm going to cum in her mouth!"

"Do it," Mary hissed. "Slut. Don't swallow it all. You're going to share with me."

Master's cock erupted. His cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed the first load. It was hot and salty, coating my mouth with delicious goodness. A second squirt flooded my mouth, then a third. I didn't swallow these, trying to hold as much in my mouth as I could. A fourth squirt pulsed out, the cum leaking out of my mouth.

"Fuck, she has a sweet mouth," Master groaned.

The flood stopped. My cheeks were full of cum, my tongue sloshing it around my mouth as I sat up. Mistress grinned, pulling me to her lips and kissed me hard. I melted into her kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I gave her Master's cum. We shared the salty treat.

Joy filled me. I was free of Mother. I would never have to go back to her, never have to be put in the room again. I had my Master and Mistress, and they would love me, and I would love them, forever.

Sister Louise Afra

Desiree answered the door.

I moved quickly, shoving one hand into her crouch. I found no panties to impede me. Her pussy was shaved bare and quickly became wet as I rubbed her hard clit. I shoved my body against hers, pinning her to the door. Desiree opened her mouth to protest so I clamped my mouth over hers, thrusting my tongue in while my free hand pulled her bodice down. I pinched at her nipples, rolling the fat nubs between my fingers.

I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly before Alison could interfere. I slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was wet and hungry, her hole eager for penetration. Her cunt squeezed down on my fingers as I ground the heel of my palm into her clit.

The fight was leaving her.

She was a Thrall, conditioned by Mark to be used. He had taken advantage of her body and that left her unable to fight off my molestation.

I broke the kiss and ducked my head. I sucked a dark pink nipple into my mouth. Desiree was moaning in pleasure, no longer resisting. I fingered her harder. Her pussy was tight, sucking at my fingers, her juices dripping down my hand.

"Oh fuck!" Desiree moaned, "¡Me mete el dedo! ¡Estoy correrse!"

Her cunt tighten about my fingers as she came. I quickly slid my free hand down, coated them with my juices and prayed, "Zanah!" as I drew the Mark of Qayin on her forehead. The Zanah prayer imprinted the Thrall. She was primed for me to take control of her at any time, turning the Warlock's slave against him when the time was right.

"What's going on?" a bubbly voice asked. Pink-haired Alison had a naughty smile as she walked up in her slutty maid's outfit. "Who's your friend, Desiree? She's stunning!"

Alison was young, nineteen or twenty, her tits were a lot smaller than Desiree, and she was slim and lithe. I could clearly see that her nipples were pierced by silver barbels through her transparent blouse. "You want me to finger you too, slut?" I asked.

She grinned, and lifted her skit. Tattooed above her cunt was the phrase "Cum on in!" and an arrow pointing to her clit.

That was all the invitation I needed, shoving the slut down onto the couch. I sat next to her. Alison's thighs parted and I slid my hand into her crotch. Her pussy was tight with youth and she moaned like a bitch in heat as I fingered her.

"Oh, you're a hot slut!" she gasped. "Did Master send you?"

"Yes," I lied, pushing her down. "He wanted his favorite girls to be pleasured."

"What a wonderful Master," she sighed. The poor girl was so brainwashed.

She seized my shoulders and pulled me to her mouth. Her kiss was hot, her tongue wiggling into my mouth. The hard stud of her piercing brushed my tongue as I moaned into her kiss.

I felt hands at my thighs. I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder. Desiree knelt before me, spreading my legs. The Latina licked her lips, then dived into my crotch.

"Yes," I moaned at the silky feel of Desiree's tongue lapping at my pussy.

"Desiree has an amazing tongue, doesn't she?" Alison whispered huskily into my ear. Her hand reached out, slipped into my bodice, and played with my nipple. "She's an amazing slut! I'm going to train you to be as great as her. Master will be so happy with you. I'm going to make you wet and willing to do any nasty, depraved act."

Wow, this whore was turning me on with her words. I was going to cum before Alison at this rate. "Ohh, make me a slut," I moaned. Shoot, why did I say that? It dredged up painful memories of being Susanne's Thrall so many years ago.

I had been eighteen, a senior in high school. It was homecoming and I had just been crowned Homecoming Queen. My boyfriend, Ryan, had been crowned King, and we were dancing while everyone watched when Susanne cut in. She was mousy brunette, with thick glasses and braces. She had always been so shy and reserved until that night. With a brusque command, Ryan just walked away and I was being whirled about by her. I was so confused about what was happening and I tried to pull out of her embrace.

"Shh," Susanne whispered. "You love me and would do anything for me, right?"

And I realized I would. That I loved her. I was puzzled. I wasn't a lesbian. Only a minute before I had loved Ryan. But her smile was so beautiful and I...I just kissed her. The entire school gasped in disgust, it was 1969 after all. A teacher tried to pull us apart, but Susanne brushed her aside with a word, and then she pulled me into the girls restroom. I learned all the joys of being with a woman.

I came hard on Desiree's mouth, remembering how Susanne had ate my pussy while I sat on a toilet seat, my homecoming dress bunched about my waist. I had planned on giving Ryan my virginity that night, but Susanne had stolen that from me. Just like she stole three years of my life.

Anger surged through me, and I shoved Desiree away and started to focus on getting Alison off. I would save these women. I had to. These women wouldn't lose years of their lives to the lusts of a Warlock!

"Oh, fuck," Alison hissed. "Keep fingering me, slut! I'm going to cum so hard."

"Do it," I moaned, drawing the Mark of Qayin on her forehead with my pussy juices with one hand, the other frigging her cunt.

She bucked beneath me, biting her lip. And then she exploded on my fingers.

"Zanah!"

White light flared on her forehead. Alison blinked, imprinted by my power. Now I had two weapons to use against Mark Glassner.​