Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I fucked Lilith's pussy hard, her ass jiggling as my groin slammed into her. I wondered what her asshole would feel like. I came a fifth time in her pussy and pulled out my cock. I regretted that. The pleasure left me, but my body still craved it. So I quickly slammed my cock up her ass.

"Take my cock, whore!" I hissed. "Fuck, that's an amazing feeling! You love it! You just love my cock. You're a cock-crazed, demonic slut!"

Lilith's ass was so tight, a velvet grip that caused me to cum so hard my vision blackened for a moment. I fought it off, my hips kept pumping. I couldn't stop fucking her, my cock erupting with an orgasm every few strokes. My balls tingled and stars danced before me.

"Fuck! Your ass is amazing! You're such a slut, Lilith!"

Lilith's bowels squeezed rhythmically on my ass, every clench sending pleasure through my body and cum spewing out of my cock. She was draining my balls dry. She glanced back on me, a smirk on her face and hatred in her eyes. My vision swam and the room darkened.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

And still she sits, young while the earth is old,

And, subtly of herself contemplative,

Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave,

Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

--Excerpt from 'Lilith' by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Mark Glassner

I drifted through darkness. Something shook me. A voice called to me. I rose back into the light.

"...Mark, are you okay?"

I opened my eyes. Mary knelt next to me. I lay on the hardwood floors of the dining room, the room spinning around me. The sluts clustered around her, fear gleaming on all their flushed faces. I forced away a strange, bone-weary lethargy that had sunk down into my body.

"What happened?" I groaned.

"You passed out," Mary said. "Lilith was mad at you for fucking her ass so she did her succubus thing on you and tried to drain your life force or whatever. How do you feel?"

"Fine," I said, standing up. "I guess my wish for sexual stamina came in handy."

"I sent Lilith away when you passed out," Mary spat in anger. "Are you sure you're fine?"

I kissed Mary, groping her breast. "I'll fuck you right now if you want me to prove it?"

"Really," she glanced down at my hardening cock. It brushed her shaved pussy.

"See," I grinned with an arched smile, rubbing my shaft against her clit.

"Horny stallion," Mary sighed before she let out a giggle and shook her head. "How about we head upstairs, hun?" She arched an eyebrow. "I'm still so fucking horny. So are you really up to it?"

My eyes ran up and down her sexy body, from her perky, freckled tits to her flat stomach and curvy hips. "Yeah. I could fuck you all night, Mare."

Mary grabbed my hand, then grabbed Jessica's hand. "Think you can handle the both of us?" Mary asked with a naughty smile. I grinned and she led us upstairs.

Lilith

My fingers squeezed about Mark Glassner's neck. My pussy still dripped with his cum. The horny bastard thought he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Men were such disgusting pigs. I would have killed him if Mary hadn't stopped me.

I had to obey her until she used her last boon.

My fingers passed harmlessly through Mark as he recovered. He had amazing stamina. I unleashed my full power on him. Our physical bodies had been touching, so there had been nothing to stop the drain of his sexual energy into my body. Already he sported a hard-on, eager to play with whores.

I relaxed my fingers. I was in the Shadow, the topmost layer of the Abyss. From here I could watch the real world without being noticed, but I couldn't touch it. I lurked her, spying on Mark and Mary, waiting for my moment to fully escape the Abyss.

Right now I could leave and manifest in the real world, but only until Mary used her final boon. Then our contract would be complete and I would be banished back into the Abyss. For a little while. The first step in my escape plan had been achieved. My parole from the Abyss was inevitable now. But I would be so weak when I broke free. And, worse, I would be at Mark and Mary's mercy.

I shuddered. I never wanted Mark to soil my body with his touch again.

I would need allies. Humans to serve me, to ready for my appearance. But I had no idea where I would find them. They had to be women. I would never let a filthy man serve me. I only fed off them. Nothing was more satisfying than stealing the virility of a man. Eating their sexual energy destroyed their stamina and broke the spirits. If they couldn't get hard, they weren't real men.

"What a pity you wished for unlimited sexual stamina," I spat, drifting behind Mark as he led Mary and their new whore upstairs. The three of them were kissing and groping, their lust burning hot. They fell into bed, writhing in a pile of flesh. Such debauchery existed in this house. It was so distracting. My body burned, drinking it all in.

I needed to focus. To plot my escape. Lucifer thought to humiliate me with by giving me to these mortals. He would gnash his teeth and wail in despair when I finally escaped the Abyss. He could rot in the pits with the others. I would be free.

Maybe I should use one of his sluts. That would be so satisfying. But they were all under his thumb, and they all knew me. I wandered to Mark, studying his aura. Black chains led off from him, belonging to Thralls that weren't in the house, while a thicker, red chain led down into the Abyss--his pact with Lucifer. A slimmer, red chain connected Mary and me.

I paused. Many chains led off of Mark. He had put many people under his power through casual commands and those chains were black and thin, but two of the chains leading out of the house were thick. As thick as the chains that bound the sluts sleeping beneath this roof. I brushed them. They were women. He had a pair of Thralls not in the house. Why?

I was just about to follow when a dream called to me, banishing my curiosity.

Somewhere nearby, a young man was having a wet dream, his youthful lust beckoning. I couldn't resist even though I had glutted on Mark's energy. I drifted out of the Shadows into the dreams, floating through a void of darkness. The dreams of mortals hung like stars around me. They all pulsed, some with fear and others with excitement or wonder.

The one I was drawn to pulsed red with lust.

I couldn't resist it. It beckoned to me, singing in my mind. I touched the dream and instantly knew it belonged to Fred Wilson, eighteen. He was in the field kissing a black-haired woman as he struggled to get his cock in her.

I entered the dream, his youthful energy pouring into me. I drank it. I couldn't devour all the energy, the dream wasn't real and our connection wasn't physical. Much of the energy was lost, but it was more than enough. I banished his dream girl.

"Well, well, well," I purred as he rolled over. He had a compact body, pale and muscular. His cock was hard and thick. This was an idealized version that the scrawny virgin had dreamed up. I shuddered as his lust washed over me, his eyes locked on my perfect breasts. "What a magnificent cock."

"Wh-who are you?" he groaned, licking his lips.

"I'm here to make all your dreams come true." I stopped over him, his eyes falling down to my pussy covered by a thatch of silvery hair. His cock swelled harder. "I bet you want to stick your thick, hard cock into my pussy."

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned.

Every man did. None could resist my beauty.

I stroked his cock with my foot, pressing it down into his groin. He shuddered, his hips arching and rubbing his dick against my sole. I pressed harder, his pleasure turning into pain even as his cock throbbed. Confusion washed over him as he dealt with the duel sensations.

"You like that?" I asked, wiggling my foot.

"No," he groaned. "I just want to fuck you. Why don't we do that?"

"So eager," I purred. "But you know there is a price to fuck me."

"I'll pay it!"

"You'll never enjoy another woman," I purred. "I'll ruin you for them. Once your cock has had a taste for my cunt, no other woman will do."

"Yes! Just fuck me! I need it so bad!"

"So desperate for my pussy, huh?" I laughed. Men were such pigs.

"Fuck, yeah! I need to get laid so bad!"

My foot slit off his cock. I leaned down, grasping his dick as I straddled him. He groaned as I rubbed it against my pussy. He groaned, his sexual energy flowing into me. I shuddered, my pussy growing wetter. Virgins were so sweet.

The tip of his cock entered my pussy. I groaned, twirling my hips as I worked more and more of him into me. My pussy slid down, engulfing his cock in my delights. He groaned again, his hands squeezing my hips as he pulled me down.

"Fuck, that's amazing."

"The best pussy you'll ever experience," I moaned as I slowly rode him, savoring his vigor slowly pouring into me. "The only pussy you'll ever taste."

"Oh, fuck! That's amazing! Shit!" His face contorted. "Oh, damn, I've never felt anything like that before."

I leaned over, letting his hands seize my pillowy breasts. He kneaded them as I rode him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. My pussy milked his cock, drawing out more and more of his sexual energy. He groaned, his hips bucking his cock up into my pussy.

In the real world, his body was convulsing as I took more and more of his energy.

My pleasure grew. My hips writhed faster, swirling his cock around inside me. I savored his vitality. If he survived, he would be impotent. My body bucked, the pleasure swelling inside me. I loved this moment.

"Fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. "So amazing! Oh, fuck! Your pussy is so hot!"

I slammed down on him, my pussy squeezing hard about his cock. I shuddered as my orgasm burst through me. I stole the last of his vitality as he spasmed beneath me. His cock erupted, flooding my pussy with dribbling cum.

"Yes!" I moaned, savoring the last vestiges of his vigor.

And then the dream collapsed. He had woken up or had died. He probably had woken up. He was young and had been virile. I drifted back into the Shadows. Mark was still fucking his women, his cock thrusting into Jessica's ass while the whore ate his cum out of Mary's cunt.

My anger boiled through me as my asshole remembered his cock's invasion. "I will destroy you for fucking me!" I hissed at Mark as my futile fingers again attempted strangulation. "I will grind you into the muck for daring to claim I love cocks!"

Chantelle Paquet-Holub -- Port Orchard, WA

"Master is amazing," I said when I turned off the TV. The news was airing a recap on Master's exploits. "I can't wait until Friday."

Part of me wanted to return to Master and Mistress, but they had ordered us to enjoy our honeymoon. And that ended on Friday. My wife, Lana, pressed up beside me, her naked breasts brushing my body.

"Me, too," she purred in her Slavic accent as she nipped my ear, the narrow bed shifting as she humped her wet pussy into my ass.

We were staring in this delightful bed and breakfast in Port Orchard, Washington. Our days were spent exploring the beauty of Washington State. We hiked, took boat tours of the Strait of Juan de Fuca or the Puget Sound, ziplined, picnicked. And at night we made love. Hot, passionate, wonderful love.

I was so glad gay marriage was legal in Washington. The moment the initiative had passed last November, I had proposed to my girlfriend. We were in our small house down in Lacey, tucked in bed and watching the news, eager for the reporters to call the results. We had squealed so loud, hugging each other. And then I had proposed.

On the first day of our honeymoon we had met Master and Mistress. We had been on an orca watching tour out of Anacortes. But we soon had found ourselves watching Mistress's antics. She had fingered woman after woman on the ship, many with their husbands watching. We hadn't been able to resist going up to her. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Lana was only the second-most beautiful.

They had claimed us. I had fucked my first man ever. Master was an amazing lover. His cock felt wonderful inside me. I was beginning to understand why Lana still enjoyed her occasional dalliance with a man.

There were times I was afraid she would leave me for a man. I've watched her fucking them. She's so passionate. She would gasp and moan, moving her body in such passionate ways. And she loved it when I watched, getting off on being naughty before my eyes.

Sometimes I wished I had a cock instead of strap-on. Then I could keep her satisfied.

"You ready to go again?" Lana purred, her hand slipping down my stomach, reaching between my thighs. I shuddered as she brushed my clit.

"Uh-huh," I panted, turning and kissing her on the lips.

Her fingers kept caressing my pussy. Lana knew just where to touch me. She was a minx. An insatiable, sexy, lovable, wonderful minx. I had fallen in love with her as she worked the pole at the strip club we worked out.

I knew we would be together forever, serving Master and Mistress and loving each other.

"Lana!" I moaned as she rubbed harder at my clit. Her lips kissed down to my neck, sucking at my flesh. "Oh, yes! Keep doing that."

"You insatiable minx," Lana purred.

"You're so sexy! How can I resist you?"

Our lips met again, hot and passionate. My hips writhed, pressing against her digits circling my clit. Her other hand found my small breast, pinching my nipple. I gasped again, my head tossing, my black hair falling in my eyes.

We were such opposites. I was raven-haired and lithe, small breasts, narrow hips, and long legs. Lana was a curvy, sexy woman, her tits large and pillowy, her hips and ass like an hourglass. Her blonde hair was perfect, waves of golden silk that caressed me as we made love.

Her tongue worked down my body, her finger massaging at my clit harder. I gasped, the bed rocking as Lana shifted, kneeling beside me. Her lips kissed at my stomach, teasing down to my pubic bone. I gasped when she licked my pussy.

"Lana!"

Her ass waggled beside me. I fondled her, giving those wonderful cheeks a hard squeeze. I licked my lips, needing to taste her. I pulled her over, her legs straddling my face, her shaved pussy descending to my lips. Her tart and tangy pussy settled on my lips while her heavy breasts rubbed on my stomach. Her nipples were hard, pierced by gold rings, and slid about my stomach as we writhed and moaned.

We devoured each other. I loved sixty-nining with her. It was my favorite way to make love to her. We were equally pleasuring each other, devouring each other's pussies. Our tongues swirled and tasted, exploring every fold. Our pleasures swelled as our gasps grew louder. We both built toward or orgasm.

My hands squeezed her plump ass, pulling her harder onto my lips. My tongue swirled about her clit before I dived into the depths of her pussy. Her lips found my clit, latching onto my nub and sucking hard. My body bucked.

"Lana!" I screamed as my orgasm suddenly rippled through me. I howled into her pussy, thrusting my tongue in deep as my juices flooded her mouth.

She shuddered atop me, her pussy clenching down on my tongue. Her orgasm was powerful, her body spasming hard. Her juices flooded my mouth as she screamed my name. I tongued her through her orgasm until she collapsed atop me.

"Umm, that was nice, Chantelle," she panted, spinning about.

We kissed, lethargy setting over us. "Only one more day until we return to Master and Mistress," I smiled as my eyes closed.

"How wonderful," Lana agreed.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Desiree Fitzsimmons -- South Hill, WA

My toes curled as Alison's delightful tongue slid through my pussy, her tongue stud hard against my folds. Alison's eyes stared at mine, flashing with naughty desires. I gripped her pink hair, rubbing her face through my folds. Her fingers squeezed my asscheeks as she happily ate away.

"That's it!" I purred. "Lick me! Eat me! Mi Sirenita! You're so cute."

"And you're so sexy." Alison licked her lips. "My juicy, tasty, sexy Latina lover."

Alison buried her face back into my pussy. My toes curled as she licked harder. I gasped, my larger, nut-brown tits heaving. My moans joined the muffled passion of mi Rey and mi Reina bleeding through the walls as they played with the new slut in their bedroom.

It used to be my bedroom. But that was before they had stolen me from my boorish, fat husband and had set me free. Now I didn't have to pretend to love Brandon to live the high life. I had mi Rey. I loved him and mi Reina, and my darling, little mermaid.

My orgasm swelled, growing with every swipe of Alison's darling tongue. I shuddered, the bed creaking as my passion swelled. Alison sucked my clit into her hungry lips, flicking her tongue stud against my sensitive bud.

I exploded. My orgasm burst through me. Waves of pleasure washed through my body. My eyes fluttered. I loved it when Alison made me cum. She was so loving. I licked my lips, tasting her sweet honey still staining my lips.

"You wonderful creature!" I panted as she looked up at me, grinning like a happy cat.

"Did you like that?" she smiled.

"So much."

"Good." Alison nodded her head.

Alison took pride in her sexual skills. She was such a generous lover. She delighted in making her partner cum as hard as possible. I pulled her up my body, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips before she settled her head between my tits.

"I can't wait to fuck Jessica," Alison sighed. "She has such a sexy body. I love her creamy, caramel skin."

"You just love women with dark skin," I laughed.

"Uh-huh," Alison agreed, snuggling up to my breast. "I've definitely come to appreciate it."

I stroked her pink hair. I wondered what color it really was. She shaved her pubic hair and pits, so I had no idea.

"I can't wait to show her how a slut acts," Alison smiled. "I'll make Jessica cum so hard. I'm so good at it."

"Yeah." I frowned, sensing the wounds inside Alison. She believed, deep inside her, that she was good only for sex. It was more than being a sex slave like the rest of us. She believed this before mi Rey claimed her. "You'll make her cum hard."

Alison shifted, biting her lip.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you think Lilith is around?"

The demoness scared me. She was raw sex. Just being in her presence drove away all rational thought. I don't know how mi Reina had kept her wits about her to stop Lilith from draining mi Rey's life force.

"I don't know," I answered.

"I hope not." Alison squeezed me hard. "The bitch tried to kill Master! I want to tear her eyes out."

"But we need her." I shifted. "Until mi Rey seduces his mother, we're vulnerable to those filthy nun's control."

Alison shivered. I didn't blame her for being afraid of the nuns. It was terrible what Karen did to us as a nun. She controlled us and turned us against mi Rey and mi Reina. I stroked her pink hair, kissing her forehead. "Just go to sleep. There's nothing we can do about it."

Alison sighed, snuggling against me. "I love you, Desiree," she whispered, her voice sleepy.

My heart beat faster. "I love you, too, mi Sirenita."

I held my little mermaid as she drifted off to sleep. "Thank you, mi Rey," I whispered as my eyes closed. "Thank you for bringing us together."

Korina Stravos

"Here's your water," Xiu said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," I smiled, reaching out to take the glass. My pain killer was in my hand. My shoulder burned from the gun shot. I threw back the pill and washed it down with three large gulps of water.

"Thirsty," Xiu giggled, her naked tits jiggling as she took the glass.

I couldn't help reaching out and tugging on the purple butterfly charms dangling from her pierced nipples. I tugged hard and Xiu moaned--she was such a pain slut. "We worked together for a year, and I never knew you had pierced nipples." We had both been waitresses, along with Fiona, at the Sky City Restaurant atop the Space Needle in Seattle. The night Master had claimed us had been so wild.

Xiu giggled. "I didn't advertise them." She sat the glass on the table and joined me on the bed. I laid down gently, not wanting to aggravate my shoulder more.

It was nice to be out of the hospital and back were I belonged. Xiu pulled the sheets over us and turned off the lamp. She lay her head down on the pillow, staring at me. Her hand gently teased my nipple, sending flutters down to my pussy.

"Do you want to fool around?" she asked me, arching her eyebrows.

"Tempting," I smiled. Before last Saturday night, I had never been with a woman. Mistress had taught me to appreciate a woman's touch as much as a man's. My pussy grew wet beneath Xiu's gentle touch.

And then the pain killer hit me. My head swam. "I'd love to but..." a yawn split my lips. "I think I need to get some sleep."

Xiu pulled her finger away, then leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Of course. You need to get better so you can fuck my ass with a thick, unlubed dildo."

"That sounds painful."

"So painful," moaned Xiu.

"It's a deal," I promised her, giving her a kiss on the lips. "I'll make you hurt so much."

"You are so wonderful," Xiu smiled.

"Uh-huh," I sighed as the vicodin pulled me down into sleep.

Beware whom you put under your control, for your Thralls will be the swords the Priestesses wield against you, Warlock.

--excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Thursday, June 13th, 2013 -- Noel Heinrich

The no-knock warrant was clutched in my hand, faxed over by Judge Grant. We had woken the Judge up, but when he learned who it was for, Judge Grant didn't hesitate to send us the warrant we had requested. I had on my FBI windbreaker over my bulletproof vest. My blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, my free hand resting on my handgun.

"We got it," I announced.

Agent Peterson nodded. "Lieutenant Barber, let's roll."

The SWAT commander nodded his head. Like his SWAT officers, he was dressed in black nomex and body armor, an MP5 slung in front of his chest. "We take no chances," Barber growled, grabbing a gas mask off the table. His men were already pulling on theirs. "He's armed and looking to kill cops. Take him out if you see anything questionable. We think he controls people with a gas, but let's not find out if he uses a different method."

The SWAT officers flashed thumbs up.

A tremble ran through me as I grabbed my own gas mask, pulling it on. A rubber scent filled my nose. My breath rasped. I had to suck in the air through the filters. I strapped it down, the rubber sealing about my mouth. I felt short of breath.

The SWAT officers' boots pounded as they headed towards their big, blue armored vehicle, piling into the back. I hopped into our blue sedan, Peterson driving. The rubber straps of his gas mask ran across his bald head, squeezing into his scalp.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded. "Let's bury this bastard."

Peterson laughed, his voice hollow through the gas mask.

The SWAT van's lights flashed on as the garage door opened. Peterson revved the engine. The van pulled out and we followed, racing through the early morning streets of South Hill to take care of Mark Glassner.

Doug Allard

I dozed in my chair. Whatever Brandon expected to happen tonight hadn't. It was nearing four in the morning, and I was on the fifth cup of bad coffee. My head nodded, my eyes closing as I drifted off into sleep.

I jerked awake, sitting up in the chair. I rubbed my eyes. I so wanted to sleep. I glanced with envy at the cheap, army-green cot sitting next to all the surveillance gear. It was uncomfortable, the metal frame dug into my sides, and the pillow was small. But I needed to sleep so badly.

My bladder was full, so I stood up. I stumbled down the hall, rubbing at my bleary eyes. I groaned, almost dozing as I stood at the toilet. I splashed water on my face after I finished, the cold shocking me awake for a moment. I headed back to the surveillance room and poured myself another cup of bad coffee.

No one was awake at Brandon's house. Mark, Mary, and their new victim, Jessica, slept in the Master bedroom. The coffee was burnt. I barely noticed it as I stared at the thermal camera, looking for any movement.

Flashing lights caught my attention out on Shaw Road. A SWAT van turned onto Mountain View Terrace from the major arterial. Its lights turned off as it roared down the suburban street towards the house.

I was instantly awake, sitting up in my chair. "Let them kill him," I whispered, my stomach clenching. "Don't let him speak, boys. Just put a bullet between his eyes."

The SWAT van squealed to a stop. I couldn't see the front of the house but I knew what was happening. SWAT officers would be surrounding the house, preparing to breach and take Mark Glassner down.

I jumped as a phone rang through my headphones. Someone was calling the house.

Mark Glassner

The ringing of a phone woke me up. My eyes opened as my smart phone vibrated on the nightstand, the screen lighting up the room. I groaned and reached for it. "Hello," I groggily said. It was 4:09 am according to the clock. Too early to be up.

"Master?" Jessica asked.

Mary and Jessica stirred in bed. Mary lay between us and Jessica was spooning her from behind. "Go back to bed," Mary muttered.

"Yes, Mistress." Jessica snuggled tight against her.

"Mark, it's Sheriff Erkhart," a man's voice said on the phone. It took my sleep-addled mind a moment to remember that I had met the Sheriff of Pierce County yesterday. He was one of the many police chiefs I put under my power at the LESA meeting.

"Yeah, Sheriff?" A yawn spread across my lips.

"I just found out that the FBI filed a no-knock warrant for 2936 Mountain View Court SE, Puyallup, WA 98374 seeking to arrest you in relation to those bank robberies," the Sheriff informed me. "The FBI and my SWAT unit is on their way to your house. They'll be there any minute."

"Shit," I muttered, coming awake.

"What is it?" Mary muttered.

A booming crash shook the house and splintering wood echoed from below. Heavy boots pounded through the house accompanied by men loudly shouting. The boots stomped up the stairs and crashed down the hallway. Sluts cried out in fear as doors were thrown open. Fear coursed cold through my veins as I struggled to get out of the bed. The blankets tangled about my legs, and I fell off the bed, landing hard on my side.

"Mark!" Mary shouted. "What the fuck is--"

The bedroom door burst open and two men in black fatigues wielding sub-machine guns flowed into the room, gas mask's covering their faces. They moved with a strange, almost mechanical precision "Hands on your head!" one barked, training his gun on me as I struggled to untangle my legs from the sheet. The other SWAT trained his weapon on Mary and Jessica, who screamed and grabbed each other.

"Fuck, stop pointing your guns at us and help me up, assholes!" I shouted in anger.

"Uh, sorry, sir," one of the SWAT officer said, lowering his sub-machine gun. He reached out and grabbed my hand, helping me up. "You are under arrest." He sounded confused that he was obeying me.

"No, I'm not," I snapped. "Everything I do is legal. Now go wait outside."

"Yes, sir," the SWAT officer said and the pair walked out. Screams and shouts echoed throughout the house as other SWAT officers secured the house.

"Mary, stay here until I get things sorted out," I told her.

"Yeah," she nodded, pale faced and clutching an equal frightened Jessica.

It took a few minutes to find all the SWAT officers roaming the house. By the time I got to the sluts, most had been cuffed by plastic ties and were sobbing in fear as black-clad cops stood over them. I had the SWAT release them before sending the cops outside to join the others. Violet hugged me in relief, and Karen was so shaken up by the experience that she threw up. Alison and Desiree clung tightly together, and I found Korina was still asleep; her painkillers were powerful. Xiu sat beside her bed. She was very protective.

"Is it okay?" Mary asked, peering down the stairs.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm heading outside to get this fucking mess straightened out."

Anger burned inside me. These fucking cops burst into my house. They could have killed Mary, me, or one of our sluts. My fists clenched in anger. When I found out who turned me in, they would pay for endangering my loved ones. I burst outside the house, naked and pissed.

A fat, balding man in a blue, FBI windbreaker was yelling at the SWAT officers standing around the front yard. "What the hell are you guys doing?" the agent demanded, his face turning beat red.

"Mark told us to wait outside, Agent Peterson" one of the SWAT officers shrugged.

"The fucking suspect tells you to wait outside and you genius just listen to him?" Agent Peterson demanded in astonishment. "Did you take off your masks while you were inside?"

"No, he never gassed us," the SWAT guy shrugged. "He just explained that he wasn't a criminal. Since nothing he does is a crime, there's no point in us being in his house."

The other SWAT officers shrugged or nodded.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Agent Peterson swore. "Who the fuck is this guy? How the fuck does he control people if it's not a gas? Fuck it! Heinrich, let's get this asshole!" He drew a gun. "No chances. We put a--"

"Uh, sir, he's at the door," a female agent pointed, her face covered by a gas mask. She was wearing the same windbreaker as Agent Peterson, her sandy-blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Shit!" Peterson swore and spun about, pointing his gun at me. The female agent, presumably Agent Heinrich, drew hers as well.

"Put your guns away!" I snapped in anger before he could shoot me. "I'm no criminal."

Peterson holstered his gun and then blinked, staring down at his hand in astonishment.

"See," quipped the SWAT officer. "He's not a criminal. We're wasting our time."

"Shut up, lieutenant," Peterson grumbled.

"Is it safe, Mark?" Mary called from upstairs.

"Yeah, Mare, come on down and bring Jessica!" I shouted back.

Mary appeared nude, holding an equally naked Jessica's hand. Both girls had similar builds, their breasts about the same size, Mary's a little perkier, Jessica's a little rounder. The main difference was their skin coloring, Mary was fair skinned and covered in freckles while Jessica had caramel skin from her mixed ethnic background.

Mary slipped her arm around my waist and I hugged her shoulder. "What're you gonna do, Mark?" she asked, looking at the ruin of our front door. They had used a battering ram to crack the door open, shattering the frame in the process.

"Embarrass Agent Peterson," I told her. "Jessica, let your producer know you have a story about the FBI raiding an innocent man's house and scaring his family with their storm trooper assault. You'll have an interview with me and Mary, plus the idiot agent who fucked up."

"Yes, Master," Jessica smiled, scurrying away into the house.

"FBI Agents and SWAT officers, take off those stupid gas masks! They're useless!" I yelled. They obeyed. Agent Heinrich's attractive face appeared; I grinned, eyeing her. "I'm Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee, Mary Sullivan. Everything we do is legal. If Mary Sullivan or someone who says 'I serve Mark Glassner' approaches you do whatever they say!"

Nods, grunts, and various affirmatives echoed back from the crowd.

"Agent Peterson, Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 News is going to interview you. You will tell her because of your incompetence, you and your men raided an innocent man's house, broke his door down, and scared his family. Agent Heinrich, you objected to his plan, but Peterson used his seniority to shut you down. Peterson, you will tell the reporter that I was given the money by the branch managers. I'm sure that's what they all told you. There's no crime in that. And since all the women I have fucked are willing, your allegations of sexual assault are also unfounded. Your incompetence is responsible for this entire mess."

"Fine," Peterson said, flushing. A couple of the SWAT officers sniggered.

"Agent Heinrich, I need to speak with you, inside," I said, my cock hardening.

"Okay, sir," she said and walked inside. "I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding. It's just Peterson..." She frowned, her memories conflicting to my orders.

"Don't worry about it," I said, my hand going around her waist and sliding down to squeeze her ass through her slacks. Very nice.

"Have fun," Mary said, kissing me.

"You don't want to play with her?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh, I think there will be plenty of time for that," Mary said with a knowing smile. Mary knew what I was thinking. Agent Heinrich looked cute and having a spy in the FBI would be a good thing. Mary walked out of the house, eyeing the SWAT officers. She grabbed two of them and led them past me back inside the house.

"Two?" I asked.

Mary giggled. "I want a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. And these guy look yummy."

I wanted to object. I still didn't like it when Mary fooled around with men, but she let me have all the women I wanted, so it was only fair. "Okay," I nodded.

The Glassnerians love to paint the Tyrants as infallible beings, but they made many mistakes. Their earliest mistake was dominating the Pierce County SWAT Unit. They left a potent weapon to be collected by the Sisters of Mary Magdalene.

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

Mark Glassner

The other sluts were gathering in the living room as Mary led her two studs inside. I followed with Agent Heinrich. The FBI agent had sandy-blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Her face was round with gray-blue eyes and a milkmaid's fair complexion. Underneath her FBI windbreaker she wore a cheap, blue pantsuit and a bulletproof vest.

"Master, may we have some fun?" Alison asked, glancing at Mary as she had the two SWAT guys strip naked. They were very muscular and Mary ran her hands over their pecs, her smile appreciative. I needed to get in better shape.

"Sure," I said. The sluts all raced outside. I grabbed Violet as she tried to get pass. "Only my cock gets inside your cunt," I reminded her.

"Oh, sorry Master," Violet flushed. I smacked her ass.

"You can play with me an Agent Heinrich." I turned to the Agent. "Strip. And what's your first name, Agent?"

"Noel," she answered, dropping the windbreaker to the floor and started unvelcroing her bulletproof vest.

Alison and Desiree returned with a SWAT officer, pulling him upstairs. Karen found the one female SWAT officer to play with. Thamina had hung back, obviously nervous. Fiona returned with a SWAT guy and pulled Thamina along with her. "Let's get you good and fucked, Thamina" Fiona giggled.

Noel had a plain white bra and her large tits were spilling out of it. Her figure was slim and fit. She shrugged out of her pants and also had on boring, white panties. They were practically granny panties. She pulled those off next, revealing a blonde landing strip pointing towards her bald pussy. Lastly, her bra came off and those big, beautiful titties spilled out. She had large nipples and huge areolas.

"Wow," Violet murmured and sucked one of those huge nipples into her lips. My cock throbbed hard as the young woman suckled, her ass shaking back and forth.

I pulled off the black scrunchy holding Noel's hair back and it spilled about her shoulders. "What do you think, Mare?"

Mary Sullivan

"Keep her," I purred to my fiance as I was sandwiched between the two naked SWAT officers. Noel was sexy. She'd make a great slut.

I couldn't keep my hands off the muscular SWAT officers. Their bodies were so hard, so yummy. I loved Mark, but his body couldn't compare to these men. My hand stroked down their rippling abs to grasp their cocks. They were nice, growing hard as I stroked them. One leaned down and sucked my hard nipple into his lips.

"Noel, you're my sex slave, and Mary's," Mark commanded the FBI Agent. Noel nodded her head, accepting his commands. "You'll do whatever nasty thing we want you to do. More importantly, you're going to be our spy in the FBI. Report on anything that might affect us. You will act like your normal self when around others."

"Okay, Mark," Noel answered.

"Master," admonished Violet, smacking Noel's ass. What a good slut. I squeezed the cocks in my hand as I watched.

"Good, you're going to suck my cock, slut!" Mark sat on the couch.

"Yes, Master," Noel purred as she and Violet both fell to their knees. The FBI slut eagerly swallowed my fiance's dick as Violet sucked his balls into her mouth. Mark groaned, leaning his head back and watching me.

I smiled at my fiance, loving his attention. "You boys want to worship me, right?" I purred.

"Yes," the black-haired hunk groaned as I fisted his cock.

"I'll worship you," the blond said, gazing up at me with blue eyes.

"Then on your knees and eat my ass and pussy," I commanded. "Worship me. Make me cum and maybe I'll let you have some fun." I squeezed their cocks hard then let go of them.

"I'll make you cum," blond-haired promised.

The studs fell to their knees. Blond wasted no time in burying his fact between my thighs. His tongue was eager, his lips strong, as he ate me out. A pair of strong hands spread my ass cheeks. Black-haired's whiskered cheeks rubbed against my soft flesh as his tongue licked at my sphincter. I savored the burning pleasure shuddering through me.

My eyes were fixed on Mark and his cock being worshiped by the two sluts. Violet licked her way up his cock and Noel moved off, exposing the crown. Violet eagerly sucked Mark's tip into her mouth. Noel kissed at the shaft's side, her lips brushing Violet's she bobbed on Mark's cock, her pigtails dangling down. Mark grinned at me, loving every second of it.

"Keep eating my cunt and asshole," I moaned, wanting to feel that same bliss my fiance experienced. "C'mon, don't be fucking, limp-dicked wimps! Really get your tongues in there."

Blond's tongue wiggled deep into my pussy and Black-hair wormed his tongue into my asshole. He swirled it around my tight ass, stirring naughty pleasure through me. I undulated my hips, sliding my fingers up to squeezing my nipples as the rapture grew inside me.

"Umm, that's a little better. You assholes scared the hell out of me and now you can repay me with some orgasms." I grinned at Mark. "I hope those sluts are doing a better job than these sissies."

"I got no complaints," Mark groaned.

"Sorry, ma'am," Blond groaned, lifting his face from my pussy.

A surge of anger shot through me. "Did I say to stop eating my pussy, jackass?"

The officer dove back into her pussy, and I gave a shudder of pleasure. Their tongues were even more enthusiastic. I had a pair of men that were strong enough to tie me in knots, and they had to obey me. I groaned and gasped, my orgasm hurtling towards me.

"That's it! Eat me, you fucking sissies! Devour me! Make me cum!" I howled. "Oh, fuck! That's it!"

My orgasm writhed through me. My pussy convulsed, squirting juices into Blond's mouth. I tossed my head back, stars dancing before my eyes. I swayed, only held up by their strong hands squeezing my thighs.

"Shit, you're so hot, Mare," my fiance moaned. "I love watching you cum."​