Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I nodded my head. "It's a witch hunt," I told them. "But I think it'll all work itself out."

Introductions were given, I shook all their hands before sitting at the head of the table, the Sheriff scooting down. Chasity stood behind me, drawing her share of attention from the cops as they studied her evocative uniform.

"Okay, the reason I'm here is my fiancee and I need bodyguards," I said. "So, on Saturday at noon, I want each of you to send one to three young, attractive female officers to tryout for my bodyguard at Sparks Stadium in downtown Puyallup. They'll need to bring their patrol car and all their tactical gear. I will select twelve, and no more than one per department, to serve on the guard. You won't need to pay them, I will cover that, but they will need to stay on your duty roster on special assignment."

The Chiefs looked a little confused as they agreed to the request.

"Good, and one other thing, keep an ear out about any investigations into me or Mary Sullivan," I answered.

"The FBI is eager to capture you," Sheriff Erkhart reported. "They've asked me to loan them out my SWAT team. I'm afraid I did before I understood the situation."

I frowned.

"They're stationed out of some storage yard. They wouldn't give me the location, but I could find out."

I tapped my finger. "Should you try to find out?"

"Well, probably not."

"Let them have their SWAT team, I can deal with the FBI. Keep in their good graces. Do they know where I live?"

The Chiefs all shook their heads. "The FBI would be knocking on your door if they did," the Sheriff said.

"Act normally for now," I said. "Let's not make the FBI suspicious like they are of Chief Hayworth. I want to stay abreast of their investigation. If any of you learn anything, let me know."

"Sure, Mr. Glassner," Sheriff Erkhart nodded.

"Well, that's all I needed," I said. "I'll let you get back to your meeting."

I shook their hands, then Chasity and I headed back to her cop car.

Officer Chasity Vinter

"It went well, Master," I said as we walked to my patrol car.

"Yeah," Master answered. "You're going to be in charge of the bodyguards." He paused, and I turned to look at him. "If anything goes wrong, if anything happens to me, you will need to take Mary to safety. Ignore her orders, her safety will be your number one priority."

"Absolutely, Master," Chasity answered. "Where shall I take her?"

"We'll have to figure that out," Master replied.

We reached the car and I opened the passenger door for him. He climbed in and I raced around, my tits threatening to pop out of the low-cut top. I hopped in and started up the car. I backed out of the space and drove towards the light at 11th Street.

Master glanced over and smiled, staring at this beautiful twenty year old waiting at the crosswalk texting on her phone. She was dressed in a white blouse with red embroidery and had no sleeves, exposing her tan arms. A stonewashed jean skirt clung to her shapely ass and beautiful legs covered by dark pantyhose descended from beneath her skirt. She had curly brown hair, like Karen.

"Chasity, see that girl at the crosswalk."

"Yes, Master," I answered.

"Arrest her." I ordered. "And throw her in the back."

I glanced down at the bulge forming in Master's pants. I smiled and turned on my patrol car's lights and sirens. I threw open my door and drew my sidearm in one motion. I rounded my car, approaching the girl. The girl noticed my unit's lights flashing, and she looked quizzically, slipping her phone into her purse.

Master climbed out of the car, leaning against the side.

I aimed my gun at the girl. "Against the building, bitch! Hands on your head. You're under arrest!" My pussy grew wet. Master wanted me to dominate this girl.

"What?" gaped the girl.

"Against the wall," I growled in my most authoritative cop's voice. "I'm not going to tell you twice, bitch!"

The girl jumped and scurried to the wall, placing her hands on her head, her purse falling to the ground. "There must be some mistake," she squeaked in fear, tears rolling down her face.

"Shut up!" I barked, holstering my gun.

I walked up to the girl and grabbed her hands on her head, holding them in place with my left hand. With my foot, I forced the girl to spread her legs, and then patted her down with my right hand. I took my liberties, reaching around to grope the girl's ample breasts through her blouse. Nice and plump.

"What the fuck!" the girl gasped.

I pressed up against the girls back. I couldn't resist licking her ear and hissing, "You're so pretty. My Master's going to enjoy you."

"What?" the girl demanded, her face going white.

I slid my hand down and slipped it under the girl's skirt. "Do you have anything hidden up your snatch, bitch?"

"No!" She shuddered as I shoved my hand down the front of her panties and pantyhose, finding her hot pussy. I shoved two fingers into her tight cunt. Master was going to love fucking her. "Help me! This cop's molesting me! Help!"

Other pedestrians glanced at her, but no one moved to help the girl. I ripped my fingers out, sticky with her juices, and reached behind me to pull my handcuffs from my belt. I easily bent the girl's arms down and cuffed her hands behind her back. Seizing her neck, I walked her back over to the car. I opened the back door and threw her inside.

"Your prisoner, Master," I smiled.

He grinned and slid in after her. I went back for the girl's purse before climbing back into my car. I put the car into drive and headed through the intersection, my lights still flashing. I didn't bother to turn them off, running any traffic signals I came across.

I watched Master through my rear view mirror

"What's happening," sobbed the girl.

"I'm going to fuck you," Master told her, stroking her face. She flinched and started screaming. "Calm down. No one's going to hurt you. You're going to enjoy my cock fucking your pussy. Now, what's your name?"

"Abby," she sniffed. Then she glared at me. "You're a cop! How can you do this?"

"I may be a cop," Chasity answered. "But I'm Mark's slave first."

"I bet your pussy is just begging to fuck me," Mark whispered. "You are getting hot and bothered. Your pussy is just itching for my cock. Right?"

The prisoner squirmed. "Yes," she whispered, blushing.

Master grabbed her face and kissed her mouth. Abby moaned into the kiss, unable to resist Master's power. I squeezed my thighs as I drove, envying the girl. I wanted to be back there, being molested by him. Master ripped her blouse open, buttons popping off.

"Gorgeous," Master groaned, shoving up her plain, boring white bra. Her round, heavy breasts were exposed, topped by dark nipples.

The prisoner squealed as Master bent down and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth. Abby gasped and shuddered, her arms straining against her cuffs. I focused on driving, trying to ignore the soft moans and gasps.

Abby was so lucky.

Mark Glassner

I rubbed her pussy through her panties and pantyhose. But I wanted to feel her cunt. My fingernails scratched at the nylon. I found purchase, and ripped a hole in her pantyhose before shoving the gusset of her panties to the side.

Abby moaned as I caressed her furry bush and warm slit. I slid my fingers up and down, searching for her clit. I found her hard nub and gently rolled it between my fingers. Her pussy was soaking wet. More juices leaked out as she gasped and moaned, shuddering beneath my touch.

She gasped when I shoved two fingers into her hot, tight depths.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "But I need more than your fingers. I need your cock, sir!"

I kept fingering her, pumping in and out of her juicy pussy as she begged for my dick. I ground her clit beneath the palm of my hand, my cock throbbing in my pants. She shuddered, her head throwing back as she squeezed down on my fingers.

"My pussy's on fire for your cock! I need it so bad! Please," she begged. "Oh, god, please fuck me me!"

I added a third finger and her body bucked. Her bare tits rose and fell as she gasped and shuddered, milking my three fingers reaming her pussy. Her sighs were so sweet. Cars passed by us. It was so hot molesting this cutie in the back seat.

"Please, sir! I need more than your fingers! Give me your dick!,"

Her hips wiggled on the seat. I leaned over, sucking hard on her nipple. Her nub was thick and hard, my tongue playing with it. She spasmed, her pussy convulsing about my fingers. She screamed out her bliss as she came.

"Yes, yes! So good! But it's not enough! I need more! Your cock! Please, sir!"

"What a dirty whore," I laughed. "She just let a stranger finger her to an orgasm."

"She's definitely a fucking slut, Master," Chasity giggled. "I bet her dirty snatch is hungry for your cock."

"It is!" Abby gasped.

"Because your nothing more than a dirty, filthy whore! That's why you need to fuck me until I cum in you."

"Yes!" she moaned. "I'm a dirty, filthy whore!"

I pulled Abby onto my lap, her legs straddling me. Those lovely, heavy breasts dangled right in front of my lips. I nipped at her hard nubs as I pulled her panties to the side. She bucked, trying to fuck my cock as I rubbed it on the wet entrance to her cunt.

"Is this what you need?" I asked, holding on to her hips, keeping the slut from slamming down on my cock.

"Yes! Fuck me! I'm a dirty whore that needs your cock in my pussy."

I let her go. She slammed her pussy down on me, groaning as she sank her warm cunt around my cock. Her pussy engulfed me with dripping, tight silk, lubed by her orgasm. I shuddered as my cock bottomed out in her tight, hot cunt.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" I asked.

"So nice! It's what I need!" Abby rose and slammed back down. "Oh, yes!"

"Fuck, you are a whore!" I laughed.

"Yes," she moaned, bouncing hard. "I love your cock in my pussy."

"Of course your pussy loves my cock," I answered. "Whores always want a hard dick up their cunts."

"You're right!" she gasped. "I want to be fucked hard all the time!"

"Then work that pussy until I cum in your tight twat, slut," I groaned.

Abby gasped and writhed as she rode my cock. Every time Chasity hit a bump in the road, Abby would bounce up, almost popping off my cock before she slammed back down. She always gasped so wonderfully when that happened.

I enjoyed her tight cunt on my dick, sucking on her breasts. Every time my tongue batted her hard nipples, her pussy tightened on my cock. I squeezed her ass, kneading her cheeks as I sucked and nipped her nipples.

"Oh, god, I am a slut," she moaned.

"Is her pussy satisfying, Master?" Chasity asked, glancing in her rearview mirror.

"Yes," I groaned.

"What a nasty slut," Chasity laughed.

"I am," Abby panted. "Oh, god, I can't believe it feels so good. I'm such a nasty, terrible slut! A whore! I want to be fucked."

She rode me all the way to South Hill, cursing and panting in pleasure. I came in her tight hole twice, and she creamed my cock three times. "I'm such a whore!" she would pant, or, "I'm such a terrible slut!" "Only a slut would do this! A naughty, disgusting slut!" When she would cum, she would gasp and moan, her pussy milking my dick.

The car reeked of hot cunt and cum by the time we reached South Hill. We pulled off the freeway and I ordered Chasity to stop. She pulled onto the shoulder of Meridian before the South Hill Mall. "Get this filthy whore out of here," I groaned. "She can fuck her way back to Tacoma."

"I will," Abby moaned as Chasity grabbed the bitch and hauled her out of the car.

"Master, I'm very wet, may I use her?"

"Yeah," I grinned. "Abby, you burn to eat Chasity's pussy."

"I do," Abby moaned, her eyes widening.

Right there on the side of the road, other cars passing by, Chasity seized Abby and pulled her face to her pussy. My cop slut shuddered, clearly on the verge of cumming for the entire drive. It didn't take long before she was gasping and writhing.

"Lick me, bitch. Like a good little slut. Umm, drink my cream."

It was hot watching my slutty cop cream Abby's face. Chasity had a big grin on her face when her orgasm died down, Abby's mouth smeared with sticky juices. She also had a big smile on her face. Chasity bent down and uncuffed the whore, throwing her purse at her.

Abby was still smiling, standing up in her torn nylon's. She adjusted her bra so her tits were covered, but her blouse still hung open. I left her with a cunt full of cum. She threw out her hand, looking to hitchhike home.

I knew she'd make someone happy if they picked her up.

Chasity climbed back into the car and we headed home.

The Goddess was perfection as she walked through the field of flowers, glowing in her white dress. All who witnessed her beauty wept for joy.

--The Gospel of April 33:1-1

Mary Sullivan

After Mark left for his meeting, I pulled on a blue, pleated skirt and a white blouse. And then I went looking for the sluts. I found them down in the basement. They were playing some sort of game. Xiu was blindfolded and sitting on one of the beds and the other sluts were taking turns sticking their fingers in their cunts and letting Xiu taste and seeing if she could guess who's pussy juices it was.

"Violet," Xiu guessed and Violet giggled wickedly.

"Fiona, Violet," I shouted. "We're going out. Karen, Lillian, and Xiu, I want the house spotless when we returned."

"Yes, Mistress," the sluts all said, jumping to their feet.

All the sluts raced upstairs to start cleaning or get dressed. I had to wait a few minutes on Violet and Fiona to get dressed in their slutty clothing. Violet came donwstairs in a plaid jumper with a very short skirt over a black white blouse. She embodied the naughty schoolgirl fetish to a T, with her hair in two pigtails, knee high white socks, and her fresh face. And Fiona wore a fluted, black skirt and white, low-cut halter top. Her breasts swayed beneath the fabric and her nipples were hard little bumps.

I pulled Fiona to me and kissed her; Fiona's tongue eagerly pushed into my mouth. I broke the kiss, grabbed one of Violet's pigtails and pulled the smiling girl to me and kissed her. She was so innocent looking that I just had to defile her. I broke the kiss and pushed gently down on her shoulders. Violet's cheeks were spotted red with desire and she eagerly knelt down and dived her head under my skirt.

I gasped as her tongue began flicking at my clit. The girl may look innocent, but she had become a dirty slut since Mark popped her cherry in that hotel elevator on Sunday. Violet slipped a slim finger up into my cunt as she nursed on my clit, wiggling the finger around.

"That's it, slut," I groaned. "Finger my cunt."

"She's eager," purred Fiona.

My eyes fluttered. I let her stir me up. Her finger was deft, caressing all the delightful spots inside me. I loved having the sluts. It was so hot. They had no choice but to love and worship me. It was such a rush.

No one could resist this much power.

Fiona licked her lips, giving an envious look. She was programmed by Mark to desire to please us, and so she envied that Violet had the privileged. I shuddered, the thrill of power rushing down to my pussy. I groaned, my body tensing.

The little slut's probing finger curled and brushed my G-spot.

I gasped and came hard. Violet slurped and licked my juices down. I let the pleasure wash over me, taking the edge off my excitement. I was eager for this trip. I let out a wonderful sigh as Violet took the last, gentle swipe through my pussy.

"Thank you, Mistress," Violet said, licking her lips.

Fiona kissed Violet, eager to taste her mistress's cunt.

"Alright, I think I'm ready to go. Let's get a move on."

"Where are we going, Mistress?" Fiona asked.

"To shop for my wedding dress."

Violet let out a eager squeal.

I led my sluts out to the Volkswagen Eos Mark bought for me. I loved my cute, sporty car. We piled in, the car purring to life. I had never owned a new car before. A week ago, I was poor, and now I had Mark who could give me everything I wanted.

My excitement to get to the bridal shop got the better of me. I drove my Eos like Mark drove his Mustang. My eagerness attracted attention. Red lights flashed in my rear view mirror. I sighed, pulling off to the shoulder. I hoped this was one of the cops under Mark's power.

The cop reached my window. "License and registration, please."

"I am Mary Sullivan," I smiled. If Mark had gotten to the cop, he would do what I said. "I need an escort to the Wedding Lace."

The cop blinked. "Oh, sorry, ma'am, didn't know it was you. Of course, I'll escort you there."

"You are so powerful," Violet gushed.

Laughing, I followed the cop as he raced down the road.

"Mark thinks he has already gotten almost half of the Puyallup cops under his orders," I smiled. "Lucky for us, we ran into one of them."

"I can't wait until there's a whole bunch of sexy cops protecting us," Fiona smiled.

"It'll be kinky," I giggled.

Thanks to the cop's escort, we quickly reached the Wedding Lace, a bridal shop in a strip mall. It was only two stores down from the Heavenly Creature Salon, the very place where I had a wonderful morning getting waxed by this beautiful Vietnamese woman named Joy. After she waxed me, we made passionate love. My pussy tingled as I remembered her soft body.

I really needed to get some of the sluts down here so they could be waxed.

We walked into the Wedding Lace, and all three of us gushed. It was filled to the brim with beautiful wedding dresses. White, lacy works of art. We giggled as we browsed the shelves, looking for the perfect dress. I wanted a short train, and low cut neckline. Mark loved my freckled breasts, and I wanted them to be shown off.

"Hi, I'm Bonnie," a purple-haired woman greeted. She was in her mid-twenties, tall and slim. Her hawkish nose was pierced with an amethyst stud and her lips were large, sensuous and a deep red. She wore a sleeveless, ruffled white blouse and a black, pencil skirt. Black tights covered her long, slim legs. Her purple hair was held up in a loose bun. Around her neck was a cloth ruler.

"I'm Mary," I said, shaking her hand. "I'm getting married next month and I need a dress."

"Congratulations," Bonnie said with a lovely smile, a rosy color forming in her cheeks. Her eyes flicked down, eyeing my cleavage--my Pact at work. "What style of dress were you thinking of?"

I explained what I was looking for, and Bonnie got out a few dresses that she thought would do. I picked one I liked and she quickly went and grabbed a few more. Every time I settled on one, she would produce another and another until I had seen about twenty dresses, and I was sure I had found the right one.

The dress was so beautiful. It was strapless, the bodice covered by white lace that then wrapped around the dress in a diagonal band across the stomach ending at the skirt. The skirt, itself, was beautiful tiers of ruffled fabric trimmed in delicate lace, giving the dress a graceful, bell shape. I closed my eyes and pictured myself in the dress, how Mark would gape in amazement at how stunningly gorgeous I looked in it.

"This one," I said, eyes misting with moisture.

"Let's go in the back, and I'll take your measurements," Bonnie said. The sluts followed me into the back. Both Violet and Fiona had knowing smiles. The naughty girls thought I was going to seduce Bonnie.

I probably was, I thought and giggled. Bonnie glanced at me. "Sorry, just thought of something funny."

"Well, strip down to your undies," Bonnie said, and then jumped when she noticed Violet and Fiona. "Um, are you staying?"
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