Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

In the City of Los Angeles, evil stirred. A dread nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene had been gifted her ecstasy. Sister Theodora Mariam was even fouler than Sister Cuntrag. Such grief she caused with her selfish actions, culminating in that singular event--The Miracle.

--First Book of Vivian 12:1-2

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 -- Alison Hertz -- South Hill, WA

I rested on my side, watching Master and Mistress sleep. They kept their promise to me. When they had returned home from the hospital last night, they had summoned me to their room. Lilith had just left and Chasity had escorted Sister Cuntrag back to her closet. I didn't know what the demoness had done to the former nun or my Masters, but the room reeked of lust.

My poor pussy burst into flames the moment I walked in.

But Master and Mistress were exhausted, drained by the demoness's presence. As much as I wanted to make love with them, to have them use my body in whatever depraved and naughty way they wanted, they were just too tired. So they pulled me to them, cuddling and kissing me while whispering how much they love me.

I was their favorite slut.

Because you're such a whore, my subconscious whispered. You've always been a slut. The rest of their women were transformed into whores, but not you. You've always been one.

My subconscious was right--I had been a slut all my life. My dreams had always been consumed with the desire to be dominated by Master. And now I had two. Mark and Mary. I would serve them forever. I would be by their side, ready to help them out in whatever they wanted.

Do whatever they want. Because you're a slut.

Yep. I was a slut. That's all I have ever been good for. Despite what Desiree thought.

My heart beat a little faster as I thought of the Hispanic slut, her lovely, pillowy tits and her flawless, nut-brown skin. I would never grow tired of burying my face between those two lush tits. Over the weekend, as Master and Mistress were up in Seattle, I grown close to Desiree, enjoying our time together.

Forget about her, my subconscious whispered. Focus on serving Master and Mistress. Focus on being their slut.

I ignored my subconscious. I was a good slut. I could serve Master and Mistress and still...what? Love Desiree? Did I love her? I felt something for her. My heart beat so fast when she was around. She was so exotic and perfect.

Not as perfect as Mistress, but what woman was?

I knew Master and Mistress would never love me. They would care for me. They would make love to me, but their hearts belonged to each other. At most, I would have the love of a friend or pet. And that was fine.

I loved them so much. But there was room in my heart for Desiree.

You're only weakening your devotion to them.

"Shut up," I hissed. Sometimes my subconscious could be a real cunt.

I squirmed, my pussy still on fire. I couldn't sleep. My hand slid down my body. I tickled my shaved pussy, sighing as I rubbed my fingers through my vulva. I was already wet, my juices coating my fingers.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I slipped a finger inside. I couldn't wake up Master and Mistress. They had such a long day. I'm glad Sister Cuntrag was being punished. The nun deserved it for what she did.

I closed my eyes, picturing the former nun lying at my feet. She was handcuffed, her ass spanked bright red. The whore would look up at me, her lip trembling as I pissed on her. My urine would rush out of me, splashing on her filthy body.

I stroked my clit harder, my body shuddering in delight. I would violate her.

Degrade her. Punish her for attacking Mark. She would have ruined everything.

"Yes," I moaned softly. "Fucking whore! You almost ruined the perfect life Master is making."

My fingers rubbed harder on my clit. My other hand found a pierced nipple. I pulled on a silver barbell, stretching out my nub. The pain was sharp. I shuddered, the pleasure growing inside me. My fantasy continued. I would seize Sister Cuntrag's piss-drenched hair and bring her mouth to my pussy.

She would fight, not wanting to lick my pussy clean, but I wouldn't let her escape. I would grind her face into my pussy. Her tongue would flick out. The whore inside of the nun would take over and she would like and suck me clean.

My hips bucked. The bed creaked.

My orgasm burned hot through me.

A flood of juices poured out of my pussy, staining my thighs. I shuddered in delight, the last bit of my fantasy burned into my mind. And then my climax passed and I shuddered in delight. I fell back on the pillows, my small breasts jiggling, and smiled in delight.

What a slut you are.

"Uh-huh," I panted, my eyes closing. It had been a long day. I had fucked so many cops. That had been fun. I hoped Master and Mistress wanted to use me like that in the morning.

I rolled onto my side, pressing up to Mistress's back, her skin so supple. Master's hand brushed my hip as he slept. He held her so tight, like he was afraid someone would rip her away. His hand squeezed my hip for a moment.

I smiled. Master cared for me. He was such a wonderful man.

I would be his slave for the rest of my life.

Doug Allard -- Tacoma, WA

I don't recall sleeping. I just stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do about Mark.

He had to be stopped. Somehow and by someone.

I just wasn't sure if I should be the one.

But I used to be a cop. Once I had put my life on the line to protect my community. And now Mark threatened everything. With his power, he could rule the world. We could all be his slaves.

I shuddered in horror.

The alarm clock went off.

I slapped it.

My wife rolled over. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned. "Did you sleep?"

"Not really," I answered.

"What are you going to do?"

I had to make the decision. I could bury my head in the sands and hoped Mark was magically stopped.

Or I could try to do something.

"I'm going to call Brandon. He seems to know about it."

"You think you can stop Mark?"

"I honestly don't know. But..."

She nodded her head, fear in her eyes. "But he needs to be stopped."

"Who else will do it? The local police are already in his pocket." I took a deep breath. "If I had the balls, I would shoot him with a rifle. Snipe him. End it all."

"But you're not a killer."

Doug shook his head. "Not anymore." He had shot someone as a cop. After that, he couldn't pull the trigger on his gun.

The psychologist called it a mental block.

But it might come to that. Assassinating Mark might be the only way to stop him.

I grabbed my phone and called Brandon. "Hello?" he answered.

"Mr. Fitzsimmons, Mark has to be stopped," I blurted out, my hand shaking. "We need to meet."

"Yes, we do," Brandon said, an eager cadence to his voice. "How would you like some breakfast?"

"Where?" I asked, rolling out of bed.

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Los Angeles, CA

Slowly, the Ecstasy faded from me, the rapturous fire withdrew, and the outside world returned. No longer was I swept up in the passion of the Archangel Gabriel. My sense returned one by one. The first was smell, the air filled with a lemony scent trying to mask a bitter ammonia cleaner. I could feel the cool tiles beneath me through the fabric of my gray habit. My mouth tasted of incense from Gabriel's kisses. Something tapped over and over, a hollow, woody noise, and light filtered red through my closed eyes.

I once again became Sister Theodora Mariam.

I opened my eyes. I was lying on the floor of the ladies room of St. Afra's fellowship hall. The tapping sound was caused by someone incessantly knocking at the bathroom door. I pulled myself shakily to my feet. My panties were drenched with my juices, and the fabric felt rough on my sensitive clitoris and labia. A pleasant ache radiated from my vagina from the passion of Gabriel's lovemaking.

The Archangel always was a satisfying lover.

"Sister Theodora? Are you okay?" a Hispanic woman asked through the door, her voice thick with concern. It sounded like Esmeralda.

"I'm fine," I answered, straightening my habit. I splashed some water on my flushed face before I unlocked the door. A concerned Esmeralda and her friend Rosenda awaited me. Both elderly Hispanic women looked concerned.

"Are you okay, Sister?" Rosenda asked, seizing my hand. "You're so flushed.

I said the first lie that popped into my mind. "Just some food poisoning. I just need to get back to my house and lie down." It wouldn't do to tell them the truth, that the Archangel Gabriel just made passionate love to me in here, or that I had been sent on a sacred mission to fight Evil.

"Of course, of course," Esmeralda said and barked something in Spanish.

A young woman, maybe eighteen, sullenly walked up. She was dressed in a purple halter top trimmed in pink with a unicorn jumping a rainbow on the front and a pair of stonewashed jeans that rode low on her hips. She had the perky breasts of youth, and the halter top did nothing to conceal them. Definitely not the clothes a young lady should wear in church. Her full, vibrant hair, a deep black, was streaked with blonde highlights. A smart phone was clutched in her hand and kept vibrating and beeping.

"What?" she asked in teenage annoyance.

"This is my granddaughter, Cruzita," Esmeralda said. "Cruzita, help Sister Theodora to her house, she's not feeling well."

"I'm fine," I told them. I took a step and swayed, my head still buzzing with my amazing orgasms. Cruzita caught me. "Okay, maybe I need a little help."

I placed my arm around her shoulders, and Cruzita helped me outside. She smelled faintly of apples, from her shampoo, and apricot, from her lotion. The heat outside was like a hammer and didn't help relieve the exhaustion I felt from the multi-orgasmic bliss I just left.

"Back there?" the girl asked, pointing down the side of the fellowship hall to the Church's small caretaker's house.

"Yes," I nodded, giving her a sweet smile. I brushed back a lock of blonde hair the escaped my white veil.

We walked down the path, our feet crunching on the fallen seed pods from the trees. We reached my door, and I opened it. Cool air washed over us. I was so thankful for AC. Cruzita helped me to the couch.

"Well, thank you for the help, Cruzita," I said. I would rest a minute and then start packing.

"Zi," she said. "No one calls me Cruzita but my Abuela."

"Okay, Zi, thanks."

She smiled at me before looking around the small living room. "I've never been in a nun's house before."

"Oh, its just like any other house, really," I told her.

"You even have a TV and a computer!" she exclaimed in amazement. "I thought nuns weren't allowed to have processions."

"Different orders swear different vows," I answered. "As long as I don't have anything too fancy, it's okay."

"Ohh, is this your bedroom," she said, opening a door.

"Wait, don't go in there," I protested, remembering that I hadn't put my vibrator away. Ever since I realized there was a Warlock operating up in Washington State, I had been masturbating almost constantly. I knew Sister Louise had the mission, but I kept hoping I would get the Ecstasy and join her. Sometimes, in very rare situations, two nuns are sent.

And I would love to see Sister Louise again.

But now I have received the Ecstasy. But instead of being filled with excitement, I'm filled with fear. Fear for Sister Louise, my mentor and savior. The news reported she had been arrested for attempted mur*er. Mark Glassner, the Warlock from Washington State, was extremely dangerous. I would have to be careful and take my time. Especially if he had police under his power.

I couldn't afford to make a mistake. Sister Louise needed me.

"What this?" Zi asked with a naughty smile, holding my vibrator as she returned from my bedroom. It was a short, but wide, purple dildo with a black base that turned to adjust the intensity of the vibration.

I flushed. "I'm a nun, not a corpse," I told her.

She laughed. "No, you're definitely not a corpse." She boldly eyed me.

Was she hitting on me? My fax machine beeped and started printing. That would be my Papal Indulgence. I eyed up Zi, considering her youthful beauty and exotic coloring. While I loved men, and their cocks, Sister Louise had shown me a woman could be just as fun in her own way. And since my Indulgence just arrived, any sins I committed from this point were already forgiven.

I returned Zi's smile.

"You seem very interested in the life of a nun. Are you interested in taking the vows?"

"Maybe," she said with a flirty smile. "Being around women all the time, away from men, why that does have a certain appeal."

"Yes, it does," I told her. "Having other woman to share things with can be quite...stimulating."

My vibrator hummed to life. Zi jumped; her toying fingers had accidentally turned it on. The young woman quickly turned it off, blushing bright red. I stepped closer to her, and she breathed quickly, licking her lush lips.

I reached out and touched the strap of her halter top. "You shouldn't wear something like this in church."

"Oh," she asked, feigning ignorance. "Why not?"

"It shows off too much flesh," I said. "Your tits are practically spilling out. And those pants." I tutted my tongue as I looked down at those jeans clinging to her hips. I could even see the outline of her pussy--a cameltoe. "You may as well be naked, that's how tight those pants are. I can see your pussy. In the old days, I could punish you for wearing something this revealing."

"Maybe you should punish me," Zi whispered. "I've been a bad girl. I've had impure thoughts about a certain nun for a week."

My lips were on hers and I shoved my tongue into her mouth. Zi melted in my arms, her breasts rubbing against mine. Her lips tasted of sweet strawberries. Her arms wrapped around me, one hand still clutching my vibrator. I slid my arms around her, stroked her back and let one hand slip down to her jeans and groped her plump ass.

God, it was wonderful to feel another person on my lips. The Ecstasy was amazing and wonderful. But it also overwhelmed you, reduced your entire world to just pleasure. It was nice to have a real person in your arms, kissing you. Someone you could hold and touch. And see. And smell. Zi's arousal was filling my nostrils, a fresh, spicy scent.

I broke the kiss and pulled her to my bedroom. Zi followed, her eyes wide with lust and disbelief. Then I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. My tongue dived into her mouth as we fell onto my bed's soft mattress.

Zi squirmed beneath me, her hands roaming across my back, still clutching my vibrator. Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound and we broke our kiss, giggling. The knob at the base of the vibrator had twisted on as Zi rubbed it on my back. The purple dildo hummed low, massaging my shoulder blades.

I took the vibrator from her, twisting the base to turn it off, and then waggled it at her. "I was supposed to be punishing you. Kisses won't distract me!"

"Sorry, sister," Zi said with mock submissiveness, while grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

My hand slid down her side and reached her jeans. I unsnapped her pants and pulled down her zipper. Her panties were a flimsy pink that barely concealed her pussy underneath. Her pubic hair, shaved down to a landing strip, was a dark shadow beneath the pink fabric. I flipped her onto her back, rubbed her plump, Latina ass and pulled her jeans and panties off, bunching the clothes around her ankles.

I slapped her tan ass, watching the cheeks jiggle.

"Naughty girl," I purred and slapped her again.

"I'm such a bad, Catholic girl," moaned Zi. "I have many lustful thoughts. I play with my pussy all the time. In my bed, in the bathroom, at college, at church." I smacked her ass hard. "I've had relations with men and with women."

Smack. Another slap to her plump ass, and then I squeezed her fleshy globe. "Tell me about these women you had relations with."

"Uhh, let's see. Catalina and I fingered each other's pussies in the library's bathroom." Smack! "Ohh, I let Señora Bautista eat my pussy at the church picnic last week!"

"She just had a baby," I gasped and smacked her ass.

"Her milk tasted so sweet," Zi purred. Smack!

"At a slumber party, I made out with all the girls. Later, I snuck into the bathroom with one and ate out her pussy while the other girls slept in the living room."

Smack!

"I think an Act of Contrition is in order," I told her, smacking her ass one last time.

"My God," Zi recited.

I grabbed the vibrator.

"I am sorry for my sins with all my heart."

The vibrator hummed as I turned it on.

"In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good I have...oh fuck..." she gasped as I slid the vibrator up her wet pussy.

"Don't swear when praying!" I barked, and slapped her ass with my free hand. Her plump cheeks had turned a rosy red.

"Oh, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things." I slowly slid the Vibrator deep inside her before slowly drawing it back. Her breath quickened. "I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to...fuck, that's good...to sin no more, and to...ohh, my God! Faster! Faster!"

I obliged her, fucking the vibrator faster into her cunt.

"And to avoid whatever leads me to sin," she gasped, writhing on my bed. She was doing a bad job of that right now.

I spread her plump ass cheeks and found her puckered asshole. I tongued her sphincter, tasting the sour flavor of her ass as I fucked the vibrator into her faster and harder. I wiggled my tongue into her tight ass, delighting in her moans of pleasure.

"Oh, Mother of God that's amazing!" Zi cried. "Tongue my ass, Sister! Oh, our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name, my God, have mercy. Amen!" She screamed the last word, shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, Sister, I think I've sinned again."

I smiled at her, rolled her onto her back, and crawled up her body. "Then I guess you'll just have to do more confessing," I told her. "Because now it's my turn to cum."

She had a big grin on her face as she seized the vibrator. "Umm, then I better sin big so I have a lot to confess."

"I hope so," I purred, pulling her down so I could captured her lips with a kiss.

She moaned against me, her hands unbelting my gray habit, the robe falling loose. She hiked it up, her hands tracing my smooth skin. I looked younger than I was. One of the Gifts of the Spirit kept me looking as young and tight as an eighteen year old.

"Umm, what naughty panties you're wearing, Sister," giggled Zi as she fingered my wispy-blue panties.

"Tear them off and make me cum," I moaned, my pussy dripping wet again.

"Yes, Sister." Zi had a big grin on her face as she pulled my panties down. She ran a finger through my blonde curls, brushing my clit. "Umm, that is a delicious pussy you have, Sister. I can't wait to eat it."

"Feast on me," I groaned.

Zi dived in, her fingers spreading my labia apart. I gasped, my hips bucking as her tongue wiggled in deep. She moaned, eating me with vigor. Zi hadn't been boasting earlier. The girl knew how to pleasure a woman. My hips bucked, smearing my pussy against her lips.

She found my clit, nibbling and sucking while her fingers played with my hole. I gasped, squeezing my sheets as I moaned out my pleasure. Her tongue flicked at my clit. I was on the brink of cumming already.

"Yes!" I hissed. "Keep doing that.

Zi lifted up her face. "Are you about to cum, Sister?"

"Uh-huh."

She grabbed the vibrator. It hummed to life. She crawled up my body, her lips sticky with my juices, and pressed the humming dildo against my clit. I bucked, the pleasure shooting straight through me.

"Look at me," she purred. "Look into my eyes while you sin."

"Oh, Lord, yes," I moaned. "Keep doing that. I'm going to sin so hard."

Her dark eyes danced with joy. "Do it! Sin, Sister! Cum like a whore!"

"Yes!" My hips bucked, pushing my clit against the vibrator. "Yes, yes, yes!"

My orgasm boiled through me. My bedsprings creaked as I bucked and moaned while I stared into the young woman's dark eyes. Her smile grew as she watched my orgasm. My body writhed as she kept rubbing my clit, sending wave after wave of bliss through me.

And then she pulled the vibrator away.

"Now we need to pray together," giggled Zi. "We've both been so naughty."

"Uh-huh," I panted and pulled her down for a kiss. Her lips tasted spicy with my pussy.

Alison was the most devoted of the Holy Sluts, loving our Gods with a fervor. She is the model all slaves should strive for--utter submission to her Master and Mistress. To all the slaves out there, follow her example, love your Master or Mistress with equal fervor. Submit to there every want and desire. You will find such joy in surrender.

--The Epistle of Xiu 1:10-12

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

"Good morning, Mistress," Alison smiled when I opened my eyes.

I smiled, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face framed by her bubblegum-pink hair.

Last night, Mark and I were so exhausted from our encounter with the demoness, Lilith, we just fell asleep when Alison joined us in bed. We had promised Alison some quality time, and the poor girl was hot and ready to go, but all she got was to sleep with us.

But she was a good slut and didn't complain.

She deserved her reward.

"Good morning, slut," I smiled, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss.

Alison sighed into my lips, her head turning as we kissed. I pulled her closer, our breasts pressing together. Her hard nipple piercings rubbed against me. I groaned, my hand sliding down her back to squeeze her firm ass, pulling the young woman against me.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me back. Her tongue was lithe and eager, dancing around inside my mouth as we kissed. I loved having such submissive women to play with. I'm glad Mark and I still had our harem of sluts.

Alison didn't resist as I rolled her onto her back, settling atop her. I broke the kiss, stroking her cheek. "Umm, you are just gorgeous this morning."

"I'm nothing compared to your beauty, Mistress," she purred, licking her lips. Her hips undulated, her clit pressing against mine. A flutter of pleasure ran through me.

I moaned, biting my lip to stifle my passion. Mark slept beside us, and I didn't want to wake him up. I kissed to Alison's ear, nibbling on her lobe before whispering, "I'm going to trib you so hard, slut."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress. I'm so lucky to be yours and Master's."

I writhed my hips, rubbing my pussy against hers. I loved the feel of hot pussy sliding against my vulva. The slippery feel of feminine flesh always excited me. I kissed my slut, my ass flexing as I tribbed her.

The bed rocked gently as we made love. Alison's hands roamed my body, grabbing my ass, pulling me in tight. Our tongues danced as we gasped and moaned, trying to stifle our passion. But it was so hard.

Our breathing was heavy as we sighed and gasped. The spicy-sweet scent of our arousal tickled my nose while the slippery sound of wet flesh sliding together mixed with our gasps. My passion grew, and I tribbed her harder, the bed creaking.

"Oh, fuck!" Alison moaned, bucking beneath me, her lips escaping mine. The bed rocked as she shuddered, a small orgasm writhing through her.

"Mark is sleeping," I hissed.

"Sorry, Mistress," Alison moaned.

I glanced at my sleeping fiancee, my hips undulating with a slow wave. I savored the feel of Alison's flesh rubbing beneath my pussy. Alison groaned, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me tight against her.

Alison's fingernails raked my back as she undulated beneath me. Her nipple piercings rubbed into my breasts, brushing my hard nipples. I shuddered every time, my orgasm swelling inside me. Alison groaned, shuddering again.

Mark rolled over, his eyes opening. A boyish grin spread across his lips as he watched us trib. I smiled at him, clenching my ass as I fucked Alison harder. He reached out and pinched Alison's nipple, tugging at the silver barbell that pierced her hard nub.

Alison giggled, turning her face towards Mark. "Good morning, Master," she panted, her flushed face twisting with pleasure.

"Slut," Mark answered.

I turned to face Mark, and he leaned in to kiss me.

"Good morning, Mare," he muttered after we broke our kiss.

"Morning, hun," I purred before I tribbed Alison hard. The headboard banged against on the wall as I fucked the slut, my clit throbbing in delight.

"Are you gonna make this whore cum?" Mark asked, stroking my back. His touch sent warm flutters shooting through me.

"I am, Mark!" I breathed. "She's going to cum on my pussy."

"Oh, yes!" Alison panted. "Your clit feel so nice on my cunt, Mistress."

My hips took on a frantic rhythm as my orgasm neared. I gasped and moaned as Alison groaned and sighed. Our pleasure swelled through me. I gasped out, "I'm about to cum, whore! Ohh, you're cunt feels so sweet on my pussy! Cum with me, slut!"

"Oh, Mistress, I'm cumming!" Alison howled. "Thank you, thank you, Mistress! It's so good!"

My pleasure burst through me in powerful waves. My pussy clenched, my juices flooding out. Alison held me tight, grinding her clit against me as my climax shuddered through me. The slut sucked at my ear, moaning and gasping as she came as well.

And then the pleasure passed. I shuddered one last time and rolled off of her, the slut between me and Mark. Alison turned, her hands stroking my face. We kissed with a tender passion, our tongues lightly flicking out to tease each other.

"Thank you, Mistress, for sharing your pleasure with me," Alison purred, her fingers toying with a lock of my auburn hair.

I smiled, "You're welcome, slut!" Then I noticed my fiance's hard cock. The poor man had to watch us fuck. He needed his satisfaction. So I reached over the slut and grasped his hard cock, stroking it as I smiled. "It feels like Master wants to share his pleasure with you, slut."

Alison grinned in excitement.

Mark Glassner

Mary stroked my cock over Alison's body, a big grin on her face. Alison giggled, her hand joining my fiancee's. I shuddered as both women stroked me. "Ohh, do you want to share this with me, Master?" my pink-haired slut purred. "Do you want to stick your hard cock in my tight, slutty cunt and make me feel good?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I moaned, enjoying their hands stroking my cock, Mary's thumb brushing the tip of my cock before she let go.

My eyes admired both their bodies. Their tits were about the same size--perky handfuls--though Mary's were dusted with freckles. My eyes drifted down their taut bodies, both their shaved pussies glistened with their pussy cream.

What a gorgeous sight.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, slut," I growled, rolling over and kneeling on the bed, my cock pulled from Alison's hand.

I grabbed Alison by the waist and pulled her beneath me. She parted her legs, an eager smile playing on her lips. My cock bobbed before her shaved cunt. My eyes found the the phrase "Cum on in" tattooed above her cunt, a little arrow pointing towards her hard clit.

I loved cumming in her tight pussy.

"Oh, let me help you out," Mary giggled, grabbing a pillow and shoving it beneath the small of Alison's back, raising her hips and aligning her pussy with my cock.

"Fuck me, Master!" Alison panted. "Shove that big cock in me! I need it so bad!"

Mary grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her pussy lips. "Ride her hard," Mary giggled.

"I plan on it," I growled and thrust my cock into her wet pussy.

"Oohh, Master's cock feels so nice in my cunt!" Alison cooed as her hips rose to meet my hard thrusts. Her tits jiggled every time I plowed into her. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Take my cock, whore!" I grunted.

Alison's cunt felt so nice on my cock. She was tight with youth and sopping wet. I grabbed Alison's legs, throwing them over my shoulders as I pounded her. The slut's pussy grew tighter on my cock, the nineteen-year-old whore gasping in delight.

"She's so loud," Mary purred.

"Why don't you keep her quiet," I grinned.

Alison licked her lips.

"Umm, I think I have just the thing." Mary rose and then straddled Alison's face, lowering her dripping pussy to Alison's eager lips.

My fiancee's face lit up in pleasure as Alison's tongue dug through her pussy lips. I stared into her green eyes, lost in the depths. Mary leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue was lithe in my mouth, wrestling with my tongue. I caressed Mary's soft cheek as we kissed.

"I love you so much," I told her when she broke the kiss.

She smiled beautifully, dimples appearing on her angelic face. "I love you, Mark," she whispered and then moaned in pleasure. "Ooh, and I love Alison's tongue stud sliding through my pussy."

Alison's pussy clenched on my cock buried into her pussy. While kissing Mary, I had stopped fucking the slut. My cock ached to cum in her. I drew back and plowed deep into the slut's velvety cunt. A shudder passed through me, her flesh gripping my cock tight, her moans muffled by Mary's pussy.

"Fuck the slut," gasped Mary, her hands caressing my chest. And then she bent down and sucked my nipple.

It felt weird as her mouth sucking greedily, wet and hot on my nipple. More ticklish than pleasurable. When Mary finished I bent down and captured her own, larger nipple in my mouth. She moaned in pleasure as I explored her hard nipple with my tongue as I gently sucked on her tit.

"Oh, god, this is amazing!" Mary gasped. "My stallion's sucking my tit while my slut eats my pussy!"

"It's perfect," I groaned as I squeezed both her perky tits.

I bent further down, stretching my legs out and kissed Mary's belly, tonguing her cute little belly button. I kissed lower and found the fiery heart of pubic hair above her pussy, kissing the curly hair. I could smell the spicy-sweet scent of Mary's pussy and hear Alison's tongue probing Mary's cunt, lapping up her sweet nectar.

"Oh, yes!" gasped Mary. "Such a perfect slut!"

Alison cunt convulsed on my dick, and she shuddered beneath us, gasping into Mary's pussy as she came on my cock. I continued fucking her, enjoying the way her cunt milked my cock. Mary shifted on Alison's face, leaning back so her cunt was in front of my mouth and Alison was tonging her ass.

I greedily ate at my fiancee's cunt, savoring her sweet and spicy honey. My tongue wiggled in, swirling about her tunnel. I pounded Alison, moaning my delight into Mary's delicious cunt. I found her clit, nibbling on it.

"Ooh, Mark, that's so good!" Mary moaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum! Keep sucking my pussy, hun! Oh, keep sucking me! Tongue my ass, slut! Suck my pussy!"

I drank her juices as she flooded my mouth when she came on my lips. I felt my balls tightening, and screwed Alison hard a few more times. I shuddered as my my orgasm surged through me. Cum pulsed out my cock, flooding Alison's cunt. Every pulse sent a surge of pleasure through me until I collapsed.

Breathing heavily, I rolled over onto my back. "Fuck that was good!" I gasped.

"Oh, thank you Master," Alison said happily, her hands playing with her messy cunt. "I'm glad my slutty pussy pleased you, and I'm so thankful that you made me cum."

Mary crawled over me so she could snuggle up against me on the other side. She stroked my face and then kissed me, savoring her flavor on my lips. "Alison, get out. Mark and I need to talk."

"Oh, okay Mistress," Alison said, a little disappointed.

What did we need to talk about?

Alison bent over and kissed Mary and then me.

I groped her breast and fingered her nipple. "Get the sluts up," I told her. "And stop pouting. You're our slut, remember. We can throw you out of our bed whenever we want. Just be happy we decided to use you as our sex toy this morning."

"Yes, Master, sorry Master," Alison apologized and strode out of her room, her tight, gorgeous ass swayed beautifully as she walked away. "I am happy you used me. I'll always be your sex toy."

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- SeaTac, WA

Doug looked like shit when he slunk into the diner. My breakfast was already half eaten. I had regained my appetite. I had direction in my life again. I would destroy Mark Glassner and regain my sweet wife. Desiree wouldn't be his sex slave a moment longer.

"Morning," Doug muttered as he slouched in, his fleshy face paler than usual, He rubbed a hand through his balding hair as he set down into the stall.

"Order breakfast," I said. "I'm paying."

Doug nodded, glancing at the menu. The surly waitress walked up, her hair a mass of lank, black curls piled about the shoulders of her faded-yellow uniform. "Whatcha want?" she muttered.

"Coffee," Doug muttered. "And, um, the pancakes slam."

"How do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled."

She nodded, writing it down. "Be a few minutes."

"Doug, are you committed to stopping Mark?" I asked him, looking him in the eyes.

Doug took a deep breath. "There has to be some way to stop him. Some weakness. That nun almost did it, but then something went wrong."

An eager excitement went through me. I leaned forward and asked, "What did?"

"Easier to show you." Doug pulled out his laptop. "I got the entire attack on film. Well, what you could see through your living room window."

The waitress returned with Doug's coffee as his laptop booted up. He typed in his password, found the movie, and played it, turning the screen to me. I watched, catching glimpses of my wife and Mark through the window. A naked woman fired a gun twice, the shot barely heard on the recording, then Mark was struck from behind by another woman.

Sister Louise appeared. She was naked and fighting Mark on the ground. It was hard to tell what she did, but it looked like she was fucking him.

"She's preforming the exorcism right there," I muttered, remembering what Sister Louise told me on Sunday.

"Oh, yeah," Doug said, furrowing his brows. "Because it looks like she's fucking him."

"Yeah," I nodded. "She explained it to me. She had to make Mark cum to steal his powers."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "I didn't make the rules."

"Okay, you see how they're struggling here," Doug said. "That's Mark's hand they're trying to pry open. He has something in it. Something Sister Louise is desperately trying to grab. And there when Mark jerks his hand free, something red and sparkly flew away."

The next moment, there was a flash of scarlet light flooding my living room, and then a new, naked woman appeared, her hair shimmering silver. She seized Sister Louise, pulling the nun off Mark. The nun struggled, forced to her knees before the new woman while Mark stood up, rushing out of frame.

"Is she eating her pussy?" I muttered.

"I think so." Doug pointed at the new woman. "That woman isn't human. I don't know what the fuck she is. Maybe a demon. But whatever she is, she saved Mark. The cops started arriving about ten minutes later, and Mark dominated them all. That's when I got the fuck out of there."

"He's dominating the police," I groaned, leaning back. Mark grew more powerful by the day.

"What are we going to do short of shooting him?"

I glanced at Doug. I saw it in his eyes. He wasn't the man for that. What a pity. Killing Mark would be so simple. So could I find someone who could kill him? An assassin? But it was risky. You always hear on the news about mur*er-for-hire guys turning out to be cops. I had no idea how to even begin to find one.

"Surveil him," I ordered. "I had an idea where you can watch from. You'll be safe, and you'll have a great view of my house's master bedroom, the dining room, and the backyard. I'll get you the best surveillance gear. Like those lasers you can just point at a window to pick up sound."

Doug nodded. "Okay. Where's this spot?"

The History of the Tyrants would not be complete without mentioning Alice Perry. A Realtor by profession, this young woman had long been a family friend of Mary. She played the key role in the lie that became known as 'The Miracle' by the Tyrants' followers.

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

Mary Sullivan

Alison slipped out of the room and I turned to Mark. His blue eyes were questioning.

"What do you want to talk about, Mare?" my fiance asked.

I bit my lip, my stomach tensing. Last night, Lilith had told us about a few spells to protect us from Nuns and to ward our sluts. One spell, called the Mowdah ritual, would allow us to see auras, and, according to Lilith, a nun's aura stood out from a regular person. We needed to be able to tell a nun from a regular woman. But to cast the spell, we had to make one of our sisters cum and smear her sexual juices on our eyes.

The other ritual was something Mark had to cast since he was the only one that dominated people. The Zimmah ritual would bind our sluts to us, making it impossible for another nun to use them as weapons the way Sister Cuntrag had with Alison and the rest yesterday. This spell required Mark to fuck his mother. And, according to Lilith, Mark's mother would be immune to his powers.

Mark stroked my hair, waiting for me to speak.

I took a breath, and whispered, "Mark, can..." My words caught in my throat and I cleared them. "Can you do it? Sleep with your sister? Sleep with your mother?"

"My sister..." Mark licked his lips. "She's always been a kid to me, but she's the same age as you, so...I guess I could."

"But your mother?"

Mark swallowed, his eyes growing distant, peering into my depths. I smiled at him, letting him know I wouldn't judge his desires. I would love and support him. The pair of us had left morality behind days ago.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I could...fuck her. I've thought of it before. Many times. She's...gorgeous."

I nodded. "I guess that's not that strange. It's an...Oedipus complex, right?"

"You don't think I'm...disgusting?" Mark asked, tensing.

"No," I told him, cupping his cheeks before I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Them, my face burning, I admitted my own perverse fantasies. "When I was young, I thought of my father...so, I can understand."

"What about you and your sisters?" Mark asked me. "Could you sleep with one of them?"

I bit my lip again, imagining my little sister Missy, just turned eighteen, smiling face, her blue eyes dewy with excitement. My thoughts turned to Shannon, my older sister with her motherly face. My stomach twisted even as my pussy itched. "I...I don't know. They are my sisters. It...it just doesn't seem right."

"Of course, Mare," He smiled before pulling me closer, my pussy pressing against his thigh. I shuddered, my hips writhing, rubbing my itching, wet flesh against him."But it's exciting, too?"

"Yes," I whispered huskily, sliding my wet pussy on his thigh.

Mark kissed me, hot and quick. "You want to sleep with your sisters?"​