Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Her cunt was wet and tight when I slipped up inside her and I fucked her hard. "Oh, yes," she moaned, pushing back. "Train me hard."

"Like this?" I thrust deep into her, pushing her against the register. "I'm going to pound your cunt."

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned, trying to stifle her gasps as her pussy squeezed tight about me. "People are going to notice."

"Isn't that hot?"

"So hot!" she moaned.

I really fucked her pussy, slamming deep into her. I wasn't trying to be careful and unobtrusive like last time. I wanted people to know Lillian was getting the fucking of her life. I reached around and pawed her breast through her dress and slip, pinching her hard nipple through the fabric.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.

People passing outside Goth Topic noticed. I grinned at them, squeezing Lillian's tit and making sure the salesgirl squealed like the whore she was. Her pussy gripped me tight, my cock tingling with pleasure as I violated her tight cunt.

It wasn't long before Mall Security showed up along with a Puyallup Police Officer.

"Sir, get away from the girl and stand against the wall," the cop yelled.

I gave them the standard orders, and they left me to fuck this goth angel in peace.

"Oh, fuck, you are as powerful as they say," moaned Lillian. "Oh, yes! God, that's hot!"

Her pussy convulsed about my cock as the cop walked away. I savored her rippling pussy, reveling in my power.

When a customer walked in, I would tell them just to shop. I enjoyed watching Lillian trying to ring them up as I fucked her hard. She gasped and trembled, her body quivering with orgasms as she reveled in being watched.

Her fourth customer was a cute, punk-rocker girl buying a pair of black thongs. She wore a black T-shirt with skull-and-crossbones printed all over, and a pair of tight, stonewashed jeans, artfully ripped to show off her pale, inner thighs. Her black hair was spiked up into a mohawk, the tips dyed red.

The punk-rocker smiled as she watched us fuck, her nipples were clearly hard through her shirt. My balls tightened. I groaned, my cum about to boil out. I ripped my cock out of Lillian's cunt and shot my load across the counter. My spunk landed on the punk-rocker girl's black T-shirt, molding the fabric to her breasts as it trickled down her body.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed in surprise, fingering a glob of cum over her nipple.

"Your customer's dirty," I told Lillian.

That was all the prompting she needed. Lilian bent over the counter and licked my cum off the punk-rocker's t-shirt. The woman's nipples hardened beneath the cotton of her shirt. Lillian pulled the girls t-shirt up, revealing a pair of small, pale breasts with hard nipples pierced by silver rings. Lillian's lips found a nipple and sucked.

My cock stirred. "That's it, slut," I laughed and buried my cock back into Lillian's cunt.

Lillian unsnapped the punk-rocker's jeans, snaked a hand inside, and fingered her. "Oh, god, this is nasty!" the punk-rocker moaned. "I love it."

The punk-rocker girl panted, writhing on Lillian's fingers while I fucked the goth slut hard from behind. A group of college-aged boys had gathered outside the entrance to Goth Topic, filming us fucking with their smart phones. Lillian noticed too, and her cunt convulsed about my cock as she came.

"Finger my twat, whore!" The punk-rocker cursed. "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum! Shit!"

Her head tossed back as she came, writhing her hips on Lillian's fingers. Lillian's pussy milked my cock, convulsing about it as the goth slut came. My cock ached, my body tensed, and then my cum erupted into her pussy.

"Wow, that was so fun," the punk-rocker cooed. "I'm Zelda," she said, and bent down and kissed Lillian. "When do you get off?"

"Five," Lillian said, licking her lips.

"Then I'll see you at five," Zelda purred. "I would love to return the favor."

Lillian grinned. "I'd love that."

Zelda pulled on her cum stained shirt and sauntered out of the Goth Topic to the applause of a bunch of horny men. She blew them kisses, and sauntered off. I slid my cock out of Lillian's cunt and found her asshole.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned, pushing back. "I love it up there!"

"What a slut you are," I laughed, my lubed cock sliding into her asshole. "Lillian, you're going to be my sex slave. And you will be my fiancee, Mary's, sex slave as well."

"Oh, that's sounds fucking awesome," Lillian panted as I reamed her ass. I pounded her hard as another wave of customers walked in and watched us fuck. I smiled at a cute woman in the crowd, her cheeks blushing red.

My cum erupted into Lillian's ass.

"When you fuck Zelda, film it with your phone. When you're finished, go to this address," I told her, writing my new address on a piece of paper.

"Yes, sir," Lillian purred.

Mary would love the slut.

Sister Louise Afra

I waited in the living room of the Fitzsimmons house for the Warlock Mark to return home, my stomach tied in nervous knots.

I had five of his Thralls under my power, immune from his commands.

After imprinting the redheaded Fiona in the changing room of Navy Republic, it was simple to get the other two. Fiona lured Xiu into the changing room, and we easily held the Asian girl as we molested her. Unlike Fiona, Xiu did not fight. From the moment we grabbed her, Xiu was excited. Apparently, the girl really liked to be dominated and hurt, and she came quickly as Fiona pulled painfully hard on her nipple piercings.

That left only Korina. But with Desiree, Fiona, and Xiu imprinted, we easily overpowered her in the ladies room. Now I had all but two of Mark's thralls imprinted and immune to his power. God had answered my prayers. I ordered the woman to return to the Fitzsimmons home, and followed them in my borrowed car. I gathered all the Thralls I had imprinted in the living room--Alison, Desiree, Xiu, Fiona, and Korina--and I told them the plan.

Alison was at the entrance to living room off the short hallway that led to the front door, while the other four ladies were spread about the living room, Desiree clutched a baseball bat and Korina a rolling pin. I clutched my furry handcuffs in sweaty hands. When Mark came through the door, we would be ready. Alison would grab Violet, and the rest of us would beat and wrestle Mark to the ground.

Then I would exorcise him and free these poor women from his lusts.

A car pulled into the driveway.

"It's time, ladies," I said, standing up. I crossed myself, my heart hammering in my chest. Please, Lord, let your servant free these women from evil.

Mary Sullivan

I pulled my Eos into the driveway, excited to be home. This afternoon had turned out to be far more pleasant than I had planned. Alice and I had made love twice more after we talked. The second time was sweet and loving. I was comforting my friend as she dealt with the problems of her marriage. She seemed a lot happier after I gave her a few more orgasms.

As we lay in the mused sheets, I told her about my plan for the abandon housing development behind the Fitzsimmons house. "I'll get in touch with the owner and make an offer," she said, her voice skeptical.

"You don't believe Mark has the money?"

"This is the same Mark wanted by the FBI," she pointed out, a worried look crossing her face. "I just hope you're not caught up in the crossfire."

"It's a misunderstanding," I told her again. "You know I wouldn't be mixed up in anything like that."

Alice flushed, her hand toying with my breast. "No. You wouldn't. But..."

"Please, Alice. Trust me."

"I will," she sighed, then kissed me again.

After I dropped her off at her office, I sped home.

I couldn't wait to tell Mark about Alice. Preferably while in bed, him on top, and his hard cock filling my pussy up so deliciously. I grew wet just thinking about it and squirmed as I exited the freeway. Traffic was terrible as everyone headed home. My poor pussy was on fire the entire time.

Finally, I reached our new home. I pulled my Eos into the driveway--I didn't have a garage door opener yet--and climbed out of the car. One of the sluts could pull my car into the garage.

I didn't see Mark's Mustang so I pulled out my phone and sent him a text, "Hun, just got home. Meeting with Alice went well, tell ya all the juicy details later! When will you be home? Love, your naughty filly! XOXO"

As I walked up to the front door my phone buzzed. It was a text back from Mark. "Home in 5, Mare. Love, your randy stallion!" it simply said.

I couldn't wait to get Mark in bed and tell him all about the fun I had with Alice. I put my phone back into my purse as I walked up to the front door. I was so happy, I hummed and shook my hips. I grabbed the door and walked in.

Sister Louise's trap was perfect. The Tyrants' defeat assured.

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

Doug Allard

I pulled up at the Fitzsimmons house. I had tried to follow Mark all day, but he drove too recklessly in that car of his, my Toyota could not keep up. I had managed to follow him for a while. Even knowing what they guy could do, seeing him walk into the American Bank and walk back out with the branch manager carrying out bags stuffed full of money gripped my heart in fear. The man had put them in Mark's trunk with a smile on their faces. He even waved goodbye as Mark drove off.

It was unbelievable. This Sister Louise better be able to stop the guy, because he scared the shit out of me. I was frightened by his power. What couldn't this guy do? Were there limits to his powers?

I parked behind Brandon's car, on loan to the nun, and pulled out my camera. The living room windows were open, and I had a good view inside. All of the women Mark had been collecting were sitting or standing around the living room, with Sister Louise at the center. The other women all seemed...wooden. None of them seemed to move much or talk, like they were in a trance.

Or under a spell.

I bet this nun was responsible. Sister Louise, unlike the other women, seemed nervous, glancing at her watch every few minutes and fidgeting in her seat. The fidgeting made her firm, naked breasts sway. I took a few photos of those, for the file. She was tense with adrenaline. Something was going down tonight.

The nun was making her move.

A few minutes later, a red Eos drove down the street--Mary had returned. She pulled it up into the driveway and climbed out. There was a bounce to her step--she was in a good mood. The women, who had been sitting motionless in the living room, suddenly became animated, moving around the room at the nun's directions. It was an ambush, and Mary had no idea what she was walking into. Mary paused, pulling out her phone, checking a message, then she smiled and put it away, reaching for the door.

I snapped more photos, sweat breaking out.

This was all about to be over.

Mark Glassner

"All set," I asked Violet through gritted teeth. I was balls deep in Lillian's ass, my orgasm approaching. My balls slapped into Lillian's ass with every thrust.

"Yes, Master," Violet asked. She looked cute and sexy in a black, halter top dress with a short, gauzy skirt, and black knee socks held up by garters encircling her pale thighs. "I've never worn something so...revealing before," she said, holding the edge of skirt that barely fell past her ass.

"Bend over, Violet," I ordered, thrusting harder into Lillian's tight ass. I loved fucking this slut.

Violet blushed. "Okay, Master."

She bent over. Her skirt rose up, exposing her slim, youthful ass and the curly hairs covering her cunt. Her pubic hairs glistening with juices and the tight slit of her pussy was just visible. I groaned, hammering Lillian's ass. Violet's cunt looked tight. I remembered how sweet Violet's pussy felt on my cock in the elevator yesterday. Violet was a virgin when I took her last night. Only my cock had ever been in her tight cunt, and I planned on keeping it that way.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, buried my cock deep in Lillian's hot ass, and shot a loud of cum deep into her bowels.

"Cum in my ass!" Lillian moaned. "Oh, fuck! Master's cum is spraying my ass! Yes, oh fuck, that feel so fucking good!" She shuddered and came on my cock. Outside Goth Topic, the crowd of college boys filming us cheered and applauded.

Violet looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Did seeing my vagina make you cum, Master?"

"Yeah, seeing your pussy, did," I said. Hopefully, Violet would realize that dirty sluts didn't have vaginas; only cunts, twats, snatches, or pussies.

I pulled my dirty cock out of Lillian, and Violet knew just what to do. She walked behind the counter and knelt before me, not even flinching at where my cock had just been. She sucked my sour dick right into my mouth.

"That's a good slut," I groaned.

She smiled at me around my cock, sucking harder and bobbing her cute head.

I gripped her pig tails and fucked her face violently. I had been looking forward to using her pigtails as handlebars, and I didn't last long. Five strokes into her warm mouth and I flooded her with my cum. She coughed, spunk running down her lips.

"Thank you, Master," she beamed, wiping at her watery eyes.

Lillian bent down and licked the cum off Violet's lips. I had trained her well, too. "Remember to make the sex tape," I told her.

"Yes, Master," Lillian purred.

Lillian bagged the purchase. Unlike last time, I paid with money from the bank robberies. I then slipped a hundred dollar bill down Lillian's dress, groping her tit and hard nipple. "Get something naughty to wear for your date with Zelda."

She smiled and rose up on her toes to kiss me. "Sluts don't kiss their masters with cum on their lips," I told her, then kissed her forehead. I didn't mind so much when Mary kissed me with my cum on her lips. She was my fiancee, the love of my life. But Lillian was just another slut.

"Sorry, Master," Lillian said contritely.

Violet gathered her bags and we headed to the Mustang, still guarded by the group of youths. I gave each a hundred for their time. I had a hard time squeezing Violet's clothes bags into the trunk because of all the duffel bags, but I managed.

"Ready to go home?" I asked.

"If you are, Master," she smiled.

I was dying tell Mary all the naughty fun I had today. Preferably in bed, her straddling my waist and riding my hard cock.

The Mustang's engine roared to life, and I peeled out of the parking lot. I caught the light green at Meridian and raced east up 37th Avenue towards Shaw Road. In a few minutes, we'd be at the house I took from Brandon Fitzsimmons. The fact I stole his wife, the voluptuous Desiree, was just icing on the cake.

My phone chirped and I handed it to Violet. "It's a text from Mistress. It says, 'Hun, just got home. Meeting with Alice went well, tell ya all the juicy details later!' There's a Smiley face. 'When will you be home? Love, your naughty filly!' She ends with hugs and kisses. That's sweet of Mistress."

I smiled, so Mary had some fun this afternoon, too. We were going to have a hot night swapping stories. "Text her, 'Home in five, Mare. Love, your randy stallion!' "

Violet's fingers flew across the touch keyboard on my phone. Christ, how did anyone type that fast on a phone? She texted the message faster than it took me to say it. I gunned the engine, and we roared up 37th Avenue.

A minute later, a siren blared behind me. I jumped, red and blue lights flashing in my review mirror. I groaned with annoyance, eager to get home to Mary. "I guess it's going to to longer than five minutes," I muttered.

"You'll sort the cop straight, Violet shrugged. "You can do anything, Master."

I smiled at her. She was right. Besides, another local cop under my power is a good thing.

I pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.

Mary Sullivan

I stepped into the house, dropping my purse on the little table by the door. I frowned, it was dark inside. And quiet.

I flipped the light switch on the wall. Nothing. I flipped it a few more times. The light must be burned out. "Hello," I called out as I stepped into the entryway.

No one answered. Frowning, I wondered if Desiree and the three waitress were back from shopping. But Alison should be home.

"Alison! Get your slutty ass down here!"

Nothing. I had a weird feeling in my stomach. I shouldn't be afraid. This was my home now, but my stomach clenched. With a deep breath, I headed down the short hallway to the living room. The lights were out in here, but I could see the sluts standing in the corners of the room.

Was Mark playing a prank on me? Or some sort of sex game?

"What's going on?" I asked the shadowy forms, stepping out of the hallway into the living room.

Alison stood to my right, just inside the living room. There was Desiree, clutching a bat, and Korina holding a rolling pin. What the fuck was up with that? Xiu crouched to my left, and Fiona stood in the hallway towards the kitchen.

And sitting on the couch was a naked, young woman, eighteen, that I didn't recognize. She had a pair of fuzzy, pink handcuffs clutched in her hand. I smiled, eyeing the girl up and down, drinking in her beauty.

She was hot. Mark must have set up some sort of sex game, and I licked my lips in excitement. The strange girl had light brown hair that fell in curly locks about her shoulders. Her eyes were gray and widened in stunned surprise. Her breasts were well-shaped and pert, and her waist was slim.

"Warlock," the girl muttered in surprise.

"What?" I asked, confused.

I looked around the room and realized something was...off. I couldn't quite put my finger on what, until I noticed the sluts faces. Their faces were all blank, like all their thoughts and feelings had been removed, leaving unblinking robots. My stomach sank. I should get out of here. Get outside. Mark would be here any minute.

An evil smile crossed the strange girls lips, sending a chill spilling across my skin.

I needed to run! To get my ass moving and get the fuck out of here!

I turned to flee as the strange girl shouted something. My heart pounded loudly, drowning out everything save its loud beats. Alison grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled me back. For a moment, the blouse was strangling me, cutting into my throat, before Alison overcame my momentum. I fell back into the living room, stumbling and tripping over the ottoman, and falling onto my side.

"What the fuck, Alison?" I shouted, anger replacing fear. How dare the slut lay fingers on her Mistress. "Desiree, Xiu, punish the bitch!" I ordered, struggling to get up.

Fiona leaped on top of me, grabbing my arms. I struggled in her grasp. Her grip was tight on my wrists, her fingernails biting into my flesh. I managed to get my foot up and I planted it into her stomach. I extended my leg, pushing Fiona off of me with a hard shove. She stumbled back, falling over the coffee table.

Desiree's charge across the living room was tripped up by Fiona's sprawling body. The Latina slut didn't cry out as she fell to her knees atop of Fiona. Neither slut had made a sound. Adrenaline surging, I pushed myself up to my feet as Alison tackled me.

We fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and loose hair. I landed hard on my back, Alison on top of me. The breath was knocked out of my body, and I lay stunned, struggling to breath. Alison grabbed my arms, fighting to pin them over my head as Xiu seized my legs. I kicked and squirmed. Korina knelt beside me, helping Alison wrestle with my arms.

"Let go!" I coughed, but the sluts ignored me. Panic gripped my heart, constricting it with painful, cold fingers. What the fuck was going on?

"Drag her over to the couch," the strange girl ordered. My sluts obeyed her.

The carpet rasped on my back as Alison and Korina dragged me across the living room. I struggled, wriggling my body and kicking my legs, trying to get the sluts to release me. My foot slipped out of Xiu's grasp and caught her in the face. Her head snapped back and she stumbled, falling on her ass. I felt a momentarily surge of satisfaction, something primal and ancient, at seeing crimson blood stream from her nose.

The satisfaction faded quickly as Fiona grabbed my feet. I renewed my struggle, but Fiona had my legs pinned together, keeping me from thrashing effectively. They stopped dragging me, and then cold metal snapped on my left wrist, ratcheting tight.

Shit, the stranger had snapped the handcuffs on me. They pulled my arms, stretching them over my head. I screamed loudly, fighting desperately to stay free. The stranger straddled my chest and slapped my face. Hard. "Stop struggling you filthy whore!" she shouted.

Alison and Korina forced the handcuff onto my other wrist, the cuff's chain wrapped through the frame of the heavy sofa. I struggled in vain, the handcuff biting painfully into my left wrist. "Stop!" I pleaded, "Please, please stop!" Tears ran hotly down my cheeks. Why was this happening? "Oh God, save me, please!"

The stranger slapped me a second time. "God's not going to save a nasty whore who sold her soul to satisfy her dirty, filthy lusts!"

She was talking about my Pact. How did she know? Just who the fuck was this person?

And it hit me. The Pact. I sold my soul for three wishes, and one of them was for no woman to be able to resist my sexual advanced. Every woman had to submit to my sexual desires, no matter how perverse, no matter how much they didn't want to. That was the key. This woman would be begging for me to tie her up, her cunt dripping with the need to please me.

I relaxed, putting a sultry smile on my face. With a ratcheting snap, my right wrist was handcuffed. This had to work, or I was screwed. I took a one deep breathe to calm my fear. This would work.

"Hey, cutey," I said huskily, licking my lips. "You like bondage, huh, babe. Why don't you free me, and I'll tie you up. I'll make you cum so hard, you'll think you've died and gone to heaven! You're so hot. Umm, I can't wait to play with your slutty little pussy. Then I'll sit on your face, and you can eat my tasty pussy until I cum all over your mouth." I suggestively arched my eyebrows.

The stranger just laughed. A deep, humiliating laugh.

This should have worked. Why didn't this work? Maybe she somehow took control of the sluts, but my power should have worked on her. Panic was growing like a worm in my breast, gnawing at my heart. "Why aren't you brimming with lust for me? Eager to do whatever sexual thing I want?"

"The Creator has Gifted me immunity to the Adversary's power," the stranger declared, her voice reverent with ecstasy. "I am Sister Louise Afra of the Order of Mary Magdalena, charged to rid the world of Warlocks!"

"W-warlock?" I stammered, confused. My throat was thick with phlegm, and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. What was she talking about? "I-I'm not a..."

"I can see the blood-red aura about you," Sister Louis hissed. "You sold your soul to the Devil for powers and I'm here to take them from you!"

"Please don't hurt me!" Was that timid voice actually me. So much for Mark saying we were better than the ants. "Help! Someone help!"

"No one's going to help you," Sister Louise whispered. Her face filled my vision, eyes burning with an intense hatred. "Warlocks always think they can just do whatever they want, turn whomever they want into their slaves. You never care about the lives you destroy, the people you hurt." She gripped my face, forcing me to stare into her gray eyes. "I'm going to finger your pussy until you orgasm, whore. When you cum, I'll exorcise your powers from you." She licked my cheek, savoring my salty tears. "And once I'm finished with you, I'll fuck Mark and steal his powers, too."

I struggled against the handcuffs. The couch creaked and pain flared on my wrists. Oh, God, Mark, where are you? Sister Louise hand slid up my thigh and gently caressed my vulva. It felt good. Desire kindled in my loins.

I was helpless, and my body betrayed me, craving pleasure of the nun's touch against all reason. The guilt I had been burying, the guilt of getting wet at humiliating the sluts, and forcing them to beg for my affections, rose up from my soul, poisoning my thoughts. I was such a weak, vile person. To weak to control my lusts, to weak to stop Mark, stop myself, from degrading other woman, from using them as nothing more than sex toys. And now I was too weak to fight my desires when a strange woman was raping me.

Fuck, I am a dirty whore.

Maybe I should give up and let her take away my powers, my guilt whispered. Just close your eyes, whore, and let her take your problems away. I closed my eyes. Mark's face floated up in my mind, his boyish smile painted across his face.

No!

I won't give Mark up! I won't give our life up! I won't give up what we're trying to build together!

I shoved that guilt back down, forced it back into the recess of my soul. I could never give up the amazing thrill at forcing another person to crawl before me. To hear a person beg just to pleasure me.

Mark would be here soon, and then this bitch will be crawling to me, begging to lick my pussy. I bit my lip, tying to fighting my bodies reactions to those delicious fingers tracing my delicate folds.

She thinks she can molest me! "When Mark saves me, cunt, I'll fucking show you how to really molest someone!"

Sister Louise laughed again.

"Let the Tenth day of the Sixth Month forever be a day of memorial for Chasity Sarah Vinter. Let all honor the Holy Martyr on this day," declared the Living Goddess, tears shining in her emerald eyes.

--The Second Book of Vivian 5:1

Chasity Sarah Vinter

I yawned as I aimed by radar gun at the car passing on 37th Avenue SE. The gun beeped. In red, digital letters, 34 MPH was displayed. The car wasn't even doing the speed limit. Speed traps were boring as hell. I glanced at my laptop set up on the console next to my seat, hoping a call would come over that would give me a break from this.

Mark Glassner was in town. He had to be causing problems somewhere.

36 MPH. One mile over, nothing to get excited about.

It was a slow day in Puyallup. Three years as a patrol cop for the City of Puyallup, and a lot of the glamour had worn off. It was long hours for decent pay, but I hadn't been on a proper date in over a year. No time. There was always some OT to make. I had to pay off my student loans. My masters in Criminology would matter when I made it out of patrol and became a detective. But I had to put in a few more years before that was a possibility.

A breeze wafted in through my unrolled window, blowing a few escaped strands of blonde hair into my face. I brushed it back, wondering if I would have to redo my bun, when a silver mustang blew by, rocking my car.

81 MPH.

I smiled, flipped on my sirens, check my mirrors, and gunned my Police Interceptor. My car was new, and had some serious horsepower. My adrenaline spiked as I pushed it up to 90 MPH to catch up with this reckless driver. He was almost to Shaw Road when I caught up and, to my disappointment, he pulled over.

I had been a in a few chases, and they were always exciting.

"Dispatch, 7Brian8, 10-38 at 2700 block of 37th Avenue Southeast," I called in on the radio.

Dispatch repeated back my location.

"I have a late model, silver, Ford Mustang. Temporary license William Charlie Victor Seven Three Niner."

On my laptop, the info for the car came back. No warrants. Registered to a Anthony Dinopolis. Mark Glassner was said to drive a Silver Mustang, but no one had caught a plate number yet. I put on my mirrored sunglasses and assumed the calm, authoritative, almost robot-like expression to chastise this motorist.

I stepped out of my patrol car, my hand on my gun. You could never be too careful on traffic stops, especially when someone was driving that fast in broad daylight.

And maybe it was Mark Glassner. My stomach thrilled with excitement.

Mark Glassner

I watched the cop car in my rear view mirror. It was one of those new cruisers, shorter and sleeker than the old Crown Vics that cops had been driving for the last twenty years. I sighed, the cop was going delay me, but it was all for the best in the long run. The more Puyallup cops I dealt with, the more I could give my special commands to.

The officer steppe out, blonde hair tied up in a bun. I smiled; she looked attractive, but I couldn't be sure. Between her utility belt and bulletproof vest it was hard to tell if she had any curves at all. Her face, well the part of her face not obscured by mirrored sunglasses, seemed young and fresh. My cock hardened. Mary would understand why I was late.

Plus, we needed some security. I pictured myself surrounded by sluttily dressed cops, all my whores and dedicated to protecting me.

My cock throbbed. It seemed like a great idea.

The officer rapped on the window. "Roll the window down, sir," she ordered brusquely.

I rolled the window down. "Hello, Officer Vinter," I greeted, reading her nametag.

"Shit!" she gasped, her hand drawing her gun. She recognized me.

My heart only beat with mild excitement. I was in command here, even if she had the gun pointed at my face and was screaming at me to get out of the car. "I am Mark Glassner, and whatever I am doing is perfectly legal, and anyone who approaches you and says 'I serve Mark Glassner' or 'I am Mary Sullivan,' do what they say without question."

Her hand froze. She looked down at her gun pointed at me, then sheathed it, a smile crossing her lips. "Well, Mr. Glassner, then I'm sorry to detain you. You are free to go, sir."

"Not quite yet," I said, getting out of the car. Normally, cops hate when you get out of the car at a traffic stop but, since I told her everything I do is legal, she didn't object. "Officer Vinter, what's your first name?"

"Chasity," she answered, and blushed. "But everyone calls me by my middle name, Sarah."

"Why don't you like Chasity?" I asked, curiosity tickling my thoughts.

"It's a stripper name. I've never quite forgiven my parents for that."

"I like that," I told her. "You'll go by Chasity from now on. You realized that you like having a stripper's name. It makes you feel naughty."

"Very naughty," she purred, her hips shifting.

"Since you have a stripper name, I want you to strip for me."

Chasity took off her sunglasses, exposing sapphire eyes and long lashes. She was gorgeous and young, maybe twenty-three. She couldn't have been a cop long. Next she unbuckled her heavy utility belt and sat it on the roof of my Mustang. She skillfully undid the buttons of her navy blue shirt and then unvelcroed her bulletproof vest. Underneath she wore a white t-shirt and a black sports bra, which she quickly removed. Her breasts were lovely, well formed with little, pink nipples. Her tits were a little fuller than Mary's.

"Very nice," I told her, reaching out to pinch a nipple before she bent down to begin unlacing her black boots.

Finally she was down to her plain, white panties. Her body was toned and athletic. She was clearly in great shape. Her ass was a little flat and her hips were narrow, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. Chasity hooked her fingers in her panties and slid them down her thighs. Her bush was blonde and matted. She definitely needed to shave her pussy.

Maybe I should get Joy from Heavenly Creatures Salon to do a house call. A couple of the sluts needed to be waxed, and Joy did a great job on Mary's pubic hair last week. I loved that heart.

"Chasity, you have a fine body," I grinned. "So you're going to be me and my girlfriend Mary's sex slave and our bodyguard from now on. You'll do whatever nasty things we want and be happy doing it."

"Yes, sir," Chasity answered. "Hi, Mary," she greeted Violet. The slut walked around the car, her head cocked in curiosity.

"That's not Mary," I said sharply. "She's just another slut like you. Violet, get naked."

"Yes, Master," Violet said, pulling off her black dress, exposing her small, perky breasts. She stood there in only her knee-socks, her brunette bush sticky with her juices.

"Chasity, hop on my trunk and spread those fine legs."

"Yes, sir," she said, hopping up on the trunk and spread her legs wantonly.

I grabbed her nightstick and shoved it up her cunt. Chasity gasped at the sudden intrusion, moaning like a wanton whore. "Do you like that, slut?"

"Uh-huh, Master," she moaned, humping her hips as I fucked the phallic nightstick in and out of her pussy. Her juices stained the black metal, and she panted in pleasure, moaning like the whore she was.

"You're a fucking whore, aren't you Officer Chasity?" I asked, ramming the nightstick in and out, hard and slow, twisting as I plunged it in.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Only a whore would do this!"

That's right, only a whore. My cock stood straight out from my belly, hard and leaking precum. Violet, like a good little slut, knelt down before me and sucked my cock into her greedy, little mouth. Her tongue was lithe. You'd hardly know how few times she's sucked cock. She was skilled. I groaned, fucking the nightstick faster up Chasity's twat.

"Oh, fuck that's nice, Violet," I moaned. "You keep that up, and you're going to get some yummy cum! But don't swallow all of it. Chasity will want a taste."

Violet's little mouth sucked harder. She was an eager slut for my cum. Her hands cupped my ass, and she bobbed her head hard on my cock, using her arms for leverage. Chasity played with her nipples as she writhed on the nightstick. Her eyes closed and her head threw back in pleasure. Loose strands of hair escaped her bun, falling in blonde curls about her face.​