Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I shuddered as the pleasure waves decreased, my orgasm dying down. I opened my eyes just in time to witness Mark's cock erupt. Salty cum splashed on Noel and Violet, running white and thick down their beautiful faces. Violet smiled and licked my cum off Noel's round face. Noel returned the favor, licking a line of cum up Violet's neck to her lips and the pair exchanged a passionate, cum-stained kiss.

So hot. My pussy clenched as I stared at Mark's cock.

"Get down on your back, Blond!" I barked, prying Blond's face out of my cunt. "Now!"

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped.

"Mistress!" I hissed, staring at his cock jutting up hard from his body.

"Sorry, Mistress!"

"Better," I smiled as I straddled his waist. I groaned as my pussy engulfed his prick right to the hilt. I squirmed, clenching my ass as I savored his hard cock inside my hot depths. I threw a look behind me at Black, his muscular chest rippling as he stroked his cock.

"Come on, I don't have all day," I said, impatient to be double-stuffed. "Fuck my ass! You got me wet enough!"

"Yes, Mistress," he moaned and thrust his cock into my ass. I let out a wanton moan as I was spread open, both my holes stuffed with thick, hard cock.

Mark Glassner

Mary writhed between both strong men, their cocks slamming in and out of her ass and pussy. Her auburn hair tossed as she shuddered in joy. "Yes, yes! Fuck me!" she howled, thoroughly enjoying the men.

Before me, Noel lowered Violet to the floor as they kissed passionately, licking up my cum. Violet played with Noel's pillowy tits as Noel lapped up a strand of cum that had run down to Violet's small titties. Violet moaned as Noel sucked her cute little nipples.

"Eat her cunt out, Noel," I ordered, smacking Noel's tight ass.

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

Noel scooted lower, eager to obey, and Violet spread her legs. Her brown-furred muff glistened with excitement and Noel dove noisily into her pussy, sucking the eighteen year old's snatch. I pulled Noel's hips up until she was kneeling and rammed my cock into her sopping pussy.

"Ohh, that's nice!" gasped Noel, her pussy squeezing down on my cock.

"Master said to lick my cunt!" Violet moaned, grabbing Noel's sandy-blonde hair and shoving Noel's head back into her pussy.

I fucked Noel with a steady rhythm. Her cunt had a nice, slick grip on my cock, her ass wiggling in delight. I smacked her ass and asked, "How did the FBI find me here?"

"The...ohhh...the homeowner, Brandon Fitz...shit that's a nice cock, Master! Brandon Fitzsimmons tipped us."

"I knew he'd cause problems," I growled.

I had tried to reach Brandon yesterday, but he wouldn't answer his phone. Karen, when she had been a nun, had freed Brandon from my control. He would need to be found and punished. These SWAT officers were ready to kill me. I had no idea Desiree's fat, bald husband would be this much of a threat.

"What evidence do you have on me?" I asked, fucking Noel harder, my balls slapping into her cunt.

"Oh, uh, shit!" she panted, struggling to gather her thoughts. "We found matching fingerprints at all the banks and the Buy Best as well as surveillance footage. People at both areas experienced the same sort of symptoms from your mind control gas. We haven't isolated the compound you use to make people so biddable yet. Matching semen samples were found in all the sexual assault victims in both the bank robberies and the Buy Best. Though cooperation has been hard from those women. They all think they were willing."

"They were willing. Just like you are."

"So willing!" she moaned. "Umm, I love your cock, Master! Make me cum!

"Anything else?"

"You're suspected in the robbery of a Kay Jewelers, but that's not Federal jurisdiction," Noel answered. "And you're tied to the kidnapping of Violet Matheson and the disappearances of Xiu Liu and Fiona Cavanagh. Korina Stavros is also suspected of being missing, last seen with you, but no one has filed a missing persons report on her."

"Master didn't kidnap me!" objected Violet. "I'm his slave? How could that be kidnapping?"

"Your mother filed the missing persons report," Noel answered. "She latter withdrew it, saying there had been a misunderstanding and you were with a family friend." That had been the order I gave Violet's mother when I saw the Amber Alert for Violet on Monday. "The Seattle Police are very suspicious of your mom's story, and she's now a person of interest in your disappearances as well."

"I have been busy," I boasted.

"So busy," Noel moaned. "Oh, yes! But we all just misunderstood your actions. We didn't realize how amazing you are, Master! You can do anything."

"Oh, yes!" moaned Mary.

She still writhed between both cocks. The three had found a rhythm. Mary's face was twisted with joy. The one on his back squeezed her breasts while the one fucking her ass sucked and nibbled at her neck.

Violet purred in pleasure as Noel went back to eating her cunt. The FBI agent licked and sucked with an eager delight. She worked her mouth through the slut's pussy. Violet shuddered, biting her lip as she writhed.

"How's her pussy licking skills, Violet?" I asked.

"Amazing!" moaned Violet. "Oh, Master, she's a perfect slut. She'll fit right in. Oh, yes! I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop, Noel. I need to cum so bad. Oh, yes! Your tongue! Oh, yes..." Violet's voice trailed off into wordless gasps as she bucked and shuddered.

Noel drank down Violet's pussy juices. Her sheath tightened about my throbbing cock, increasing the pleasure churning in my balls. Noel slammed her hips back, her head tossing back as a low moan escaped her lips.

"I'm cumming, Master!" she screamed.

Her cunt squeezed down hard on my cock as she writhed. The FBI slut gasped and moaned as I pounded her harder and harder. That itch approached the tip of my cock. I groaned through gritted teeth and erupted into her tight pussy.

Mary Sullivan

"Yes, yes, oh yes!" I moaned, my orgasm just a moment away. "Harder, you fucking pansies! Fuck me harder! I'm so close!"

Black-hair slammed his cock hard into my ass, impaling my pussy down Blond's shaft. My clit groaned into Blond's pubic bone, sending a spark of pleasure through my body. Blond's strong fingers pinched and squeezed my nipples, giving me more and more pleasure.

Black-haired hammered my pussy. His strokes were deep and powerful. He worked me up and down Blond's cock. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure swelled inside me. Being fucked by two cocks was amazing. My ass and pussy both burned with pleasure. They were two different, but equally wonderful, flavors of rapture that mixed. I devoured the pleasure down.

"Yes! You fucking studs! Work those cocks! Keep pounding away until I erupt! Yes, yes!"

"Oh, fuck!" groaned Black-hair.

"You better not cum!" I hissed. "You will not cum until I tell you to!"

"Yes, Mistress!" he groaned, his hands squeezing my hips as he grunted through his teeth.

I had so much power.

I was slammed down on Blond's cocks. Both shafts filled my aching holes. I screamed out in bliss as my orgasm erupted. I shuddered, the pleasure surging through me. My flesh convulsed for joy around their cocks.

Stars danced before my eyes.

My pussy and ass writhed about their shafts.

I threw my arms up, celebrating my power and pleasure.

My orgasm swelled inside me, driving me to the clouds of rapture. I reached the peak, froze their for a wonderful moment, and then I hurtled back down. I shuddered, their cocks still pumping in and out of me.

"You boys want to cum?" I purred, glancing at Mark. His face was squeezed shut, his cock emptying into Noel's cunt.

"Yes, Mistress!" panted Black-hair.

"So bad!" Blond moaned.

"Better hurry," I moaned, a second orgasm burning through me.

Black-hair's thrusts were so wild and passionate. He gasped and moaned, slamming me up and down blond's dick. His power stirred me up. Another surging, swelling bliss filled me. I shuddered as another orgasm hurtled through me.

"You better cum before me," I moaned. "I'm getting off your cocks once I do!"

"Shit!" growled Black-hair. "So close."

I squeezed down my ass, savoring the burning pain. My body trembled, my second cum about to burst through me. Black-hair grunted, the cock in my ass erupting hot cum. I savored the feel as he spilled inside me.

Black-hair fell back, his cock ripping out of my ass. Cum leaked out, trickling down my crack as I bounced hard. I ground my clit into Blond, staring into his eyes. His face contorted as he thrust his hips up. I stopped riding him, letting his hips pound his cock up inside me.

"I'm so close," I purred.

"I just need a little more," Blond groaned.

My orgasm burst hot through me. It was quick and hard. I bucked atop him, my breasts heaving in delight. I let myself fall to the side, my body convulsing as my orgasm burned through me. I savored his frustrated moan.

"I was almost there!" the cop groaned.

"Umm, but almost wasn't close enough," I purred as I stood up.

"But I haven't cum yet!" the cop whined, his cock hard and glistening with pussy juices. "Please, let me fuck you."

I shrugged my shoulders, delighting in frustrating his strong body. "Isn't that what your hands for?"

"Please," begged the cop.

"Fine," I sighed. "You're so pathetic." I raised her foot and stroked his cock with my sole. He throbbed beneath me. "Is that making you feel good?"

"Yeah, oh yeah," he groaned.

"What a fucking disgusting worm," I snarled, rubbing harder on his slick cock. "Is my foot making you come?"

"Yes!" Blond moaned. "I'm so close, keep rubbing it."

"Naw, I'm bored," I grinned and walked away. "Better use your hand."

"Fuck," the cop moaned, fisting his cock fast. How pathetic.

I straddled Violet and sat down of her face. "Clean my ass, slut!"

Violet's tongue dug through my ass as Mark smiled at me. "What a mean thing to do to him."

"He should have cum faster," I laughed. "And not be so pathetic. No guy should ever beg like that."

Mark grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my face towards his. "I never do."

I smiled. "I know." He kissed me, claiming my lips. I shuddered, another orgasm rolling through me as Violet tongued the cum from my ass.

"Master, Mistress," Jessica announced, pulling my attention away from my orgasm.

Jessica was dressed in a blue silk blouse and gray skirt, her hard nipples pressing against the clinging fabric of the blouse. She looked sexy. "What?" Mark asked.

"My cameraman should be here in twenty minutes, Master," Jessica reported. "I suggest you get ready for the interviews."

I grinned at Mark. "Let's go take a shower. Then I need to be beautiful."

"You always are."

What a sweetie. I cupped his face and gave him a loving kiss.

Mark Glassner

After Mary and I had a shower, I left her to put on her makeup while I searched the house to round up the SWAT officers. They were having fun with the various sluts. Alison and Desiree had their guy handcuffed to the bed, Alison rode his cock and Desiree rode his face.

"Wrap it up," I ordered them. "Send him outside when you're done."

"Yes, Master," moaned Alison, her ass clenching as she rode the cop.

In the next bedroom I found Thamina getting fucked up the ass while Fiona sucked on her pussy. In the corner, Karen tribbed a butch, female officer with short, blonde hair. I gave them the same order and headed downstairs. In the living room, Chasity and Lillian were surrounded by five officers who had all jerked off on the pair. The two sluts were positively dripping with cum like the stars of a bukkake party.

"Go get showered," I ordered them, shaking my head. "And you cops, get dressed and head outside."

"Yes, Master," Lillian purred, her face dripping with cum. "Nothing like a shower after a cum bath."

In the basement, I found Xiu had her hands cuffed behind her back while she wasbeing fucked hard in the ass. The pain slut had a big smile on her face. Korina was sleeping soundly in the bed next to her. Those were some powerful pain killers she took.

When the news van arrived it was driven by Freddy, the scruffy cameraman that had been with Jessica yesterday. He started filming what Jessica called "B roll," shooting the SWAT officer milling around and the ruined door to our house.

"Let's have the interview here," she suggest. "And put on some bathrobes. Let's look like you just woke up."

"And I spent all that time putting on my makeup," Mary sighed.

"It's perfect," Jessica grinned. "People will see the robes and think you just woke up, and your gorgeous face will make you more relatable. Pretty women are always innocent."

Mary giggled. "I love the way you think."

Mary headed upstairs as Freddy set up the camera in the living room. Jessica nodded her head, approving everything. "This interview is going to be seen my millions, Master."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Mary came back down, wrapped in her pink, silk bathrobe. She had a blue one in her hand, tossing it to me. I put it on and then Freddy miked us up. We did a sound check and he gave us a thumb up. Jessica sat nearby.

"Don't you need another camera?" Mary asked.

"We'll film me latter, Mistress," Jessica laughed. "That's usually how this works."

"Oh," Mary nodded. She took a deep breath. "Okay."

The red light on the camera turned on.

"At just after four AM this morning, the FBI stormed the house of Mark Glassner and his fiancee Mary in their misguided persecution of an innocent man," Jessica said. "What was that experience like?"

"Terrifying," Mary answered. "We were in bed, sleeping, when a sudden explosion woke us up. Mark kept calm, but I was so scared." Mary patted my wrist.

"They burst in to our bedroom, pointing their guns at us," I said, my anger growing. "All dressed in black. They acted liked they had the right to burst into my house!"

"You sound angry," Jessica said.

"Of course I'm angry! We weren't hurting anyone. We've done nothing wrong, and yet the FBI labels us terrorists and sends in their thugs to attack us while we were sleeping. One of us could have been killed."

Mary patted my thigh. "Lucky for us, the SWAT officers quickly realized that we were innocent. I mean, there's no labs to make the gas." Mary laughed. "Which is just ridiculous. Mark doesn't gas people. He's not a chemist."

"I used to sell vacuum cleaners door-to-door," I added with a smile. "Hardly the terrorist mastermind."

"Then why do people always do what you say?" she asked.

"Because I'm special," I answered. "People just feel compelled to please me. I don't make them to. Ask all the women. There are dozens proclaiming how willing they were. Everyone at the so called terrorist attack at the Buy Best all had a great time. I showed them that sex is something to be enjoyed, not something to be ashamed of."

"Humans were made to enjoy sex," Mary added. "There's nothing wrong with celebrating that fact. And everyone agrees with us."

"I totally understand," Jessica nodded, a big smile on her face. "It's a very beautiful sentiment."

"We can all love each other or hate each other." I smiled, liking my words. "But there are those in the government, like the FBI, that objects. Luckily, the Puyallup Police Department understands."

"What about the accusations of kidnapping?"

"I haven't kidnapped anyone. Fiona, Violet, Xiu, and Korina all came willingly. They've come to embrace my philosophy and wish to share that joy with me and Mary."

"Like your own harem?" Jessica asked. "Some liken you to a cult leader."

"I'm not marrying these women," I laughed. "Only Mary here. And there's no law that says consenting adults can't enjoy each other."

"They're our friends." Mary beamed. "And we enjoy sharing our love in all ways with our friends."

"It's unorthodox," I shrugged. "But change always is."

"The FBI contends that you also have robbed banks."

Mary arched an eyebrow. "Watch the videos. Mark doesn't brandish a weapon. The banks are happy to support him with some money."

"It's not stealing if the branch manager gives it to me," I added.

"The banks say differently. They've charged those branch managers for theft and say you were their accomplices."

"And yet the FBI hasn't arrest me because I'm innocent. They just searched my house and now they understand."

Jessica glanced down at her notepad. "That's a very good point, Mark. Thank you for your time."

I nodded and kept smiling until the red light turned off. "Well, that went well."

"Yes, it did," Jessica nodded. "I'll go interview Peterson and some of the sluts, particularly the ones you 'kidnapped', Master. This story is going to knock people's socks off."

Mary and I stood up and Violet and Fiona were sat down, dressed in their own housecoats. Violet looked scared as she explained what happened. "They were like monsters. They were terrifying." Jessica interviewed the other sluts. Alison was quite boisterous in her version.

Finally, Jessica interviewed Agent Peterson. "Why did you raid an innocent man?"

"We were certain that Mark Glassner was our suspect," Agent Peterson answered. "I was certain. But..."

"You were wrong," Jessica supplied.

"Very wrong. I was just so certain. But it was obvious the moment we were inside that I had messed up. We've been persecuting an innocent man for the last week. Mark Glassner is not a terrorist."

"And that's the stance of the FBI?"

"Yes," Peterson said. "If I had just done my job right, I wouldn't have made this mistake. I was just too eager in my pursuit of justice."

"What refreshing candor to hear from our public servants. Thank you for your time, Agent Peterson."

The camera turned off and Agent Peterson slumped off to his car.

"My producer's going to love this!" Jessica exclaimed happily.

I kissed her and gave her a slap on the ass. "You did good."

"Thanks, Master."

I pulled Noel to me, giving her a kiss before she left with Agent Peterson. The four members of the naked jogging club had arrived, giving me questioning looks as the SWAT officers packed up. I nodded at them. "Give us as sec."

Cassie, the barely legal hottie, nodded her head.

"Noel, I want you to pick up a slutty cop's outfit from a sex shop when you get off work, okay."

"Yes, Master," she sighed. "I can't wait."

"Keep pretending that you're not under my power. You'll be my spy, okay."

She nodded and I gave her another kiss.

"Peterson, remember, Noel is not under my power. You tell your superiors that."

"Yeah," he grunted.

"Get going," I told Noel, giving her ass a squeeze.

"Yes, Master."

Noel put on her FBI face before she headed to the cop car, climbing in. Agent Peterson looked a angry and scared as he started up the car. They drove out of here, followed by the SWAT van. Jessica was finishing up her story. I nodded in satisfaction.

"Have fun with your jogging club," Mary purred, giving me a kiss. "I'm going back to bed."

I pulled off my robe, standing naked on the lawn. "I will."

The peaceful morning was shattered by the brutal hand of the Federal Government this morning. Gestapo-like FBI Agents and Pierce County SWAT officers broke down the door of an innocent man and tormented his family. For a week, the FBI have claimed that Mark Glassner is a terrorist, but evidence uncovered in the unwarranted raid on Mark Glassner's house have proved that the FBI's accusations really amounted to a witch hunt.

--excerpt from Jessica St. Pierre's report on KIRO 7 News, June 12th, 2013

Doug Allard

I watched in horror as Mark jogged off with the four naked women. He had an entire SWAT unit under his power along with a pair of FBI agents. If the raid had been Brandon's plan, it had failed spectacularly. I grabbed my phone and called my wife.

My stomach twisted as I waited for my wife to pick up. Mark was unstoppable. I had no idea what I was going to do. I wanted to flee. Mark was so powerful. I should take my wife and get as far away from this monster as possible.

"Hey, honey," my wife said, her voice thick with sleep. "What's up?"

"The FBI just raided Mark's house."

"And?" Excitement built in her voice.

"Mark has an entire SWAT unit under his control now."

"Damn," she muttered.

"I think this was Brandon's plan. I bet he hoped that Mark would get killed by them. They came in while he was asleep."

"That's not a bad plan," Tina slowly said. "I know you couldn't kill him, but I'm beginning to wonder if that's the only way to stop him."

My wife's words shocked me. "You might be right." I swallowed. "We shouldn't talk about this on the phone."

"Right," she nodded. "So I guess you have to keep watching."

"We could run. Brandon's paid me enough. We could start over in Florida or New York. Get as far away as possible. Maybe even Europe."

"No." Tina's voice was firm. "Mark Glassner is a menace to everyone. He needs to be stopped. You're doing important work."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"I know you, honey. You wouldn't be able to let this go. You'd regret running You need to see this through. I'll be here supporting you. Anything you need, honey. Mark Glassner needs to be stopped."

"Thanks, hun." I closed my eyes, leaning back in the chair. "You're a wonderful woman."

"Thanks. I do love to hear that. Do you need me to bring you anything?"

"Clean clothes and some food. I'm running out. Brandon didn't think about all of that when he stocked the place up."

"Deal. I'll be there in a few hours."

I felt a little better. "Okay. Well, I better tell Brandon this entire operation was a complete bust."

Noel Heinrich

I couldn't help smiling. I was Mark Glassner's slut. It was so wonderful.

Peterson squirmed beside me as he drove, his jaw clenched tight. There would be hell to pay when we got back to headquarters, and Peterson would pay the majority of the price. After all, he was the senior agent, and I had just been following in his footsteps.

I didn't feel bad that he would get in trouble. He had angered Master. He had almost killed Master. It was disgusting how we told the SWAT officers to go in shooting. Master was lucky he wasn't dead. And that would have been a true crime.

"Stop smiling," Peterson snapped. "Or I'll tell--" His words strangled off into a cough.

"You can't tell," I purred. "Master gave you an order."

"Fuck, what is he?" Peterson growled. "We were wearing our gas masks! He shouldn't have been able to control us."

"He's Master," I smiled. "He's wonderful."

"Shut up, Noel! You talk like you're his whore!"

"I am his whore!" My pussy grew hot. I savored the wet flood pouring out. "He made such wonderful love to me. I came so hard. I would do anything to please him."

"Jesus, you sound like all those women we interviewed."

I nodded my head. "I completely understand them now. Once you've experienced his passion, it consumes you. Redefines you. Ooh, I can't wait until I see him tonight."

"Shit." Peterson gripped the wheel. "Do you even care I'm about to get fired?"

"Master's punishing you," I shrugged. "So you deserve it."

"Fuck!" he snarled, smacking the steering wheel.

Sister Theodore Mariam -- Miami, FL

"This morning, the FBI raided the home of Mark Glassner, the suspected terrorist connected to the infamous Buy Best incident," the reporter on the TV said.

I sat up in my hotel bed, focused on the screen. Antsy softly snored in the next bed beside me. I sipped at my glass of water. I had to figure out a way to seduce the girl, and I was beginning to form an idea. I felt bad for Antsy. She would be used to break up her brother, Mark, from the other warlock, a woman named Mary.

It irked me that a Warlock had the same name as my second daughter.

"But the FBI left empty handed," the reporter continued. "Early reports indicate that the FBI had made a big mistake. An overzealous FBI Agent named Kip Peterson had jumped to the conclusion that Mark Glassner was a terrorist. But after the raid, Special Agent Peterson discovered he was wrong. In an interview with Jessica St. Pierre of KIRO 7 news in Seattle, Peterson stated, 'If I had just done my job right, I wouldn't have made this mistake. I was just too eager in my pursuit of justice.' You don't often hear such candid words from public officials."

I shook my head. Agent Peterson had been forced to say those words. The FBI couldn't handle a Warlock like Mark. He could control people with his words. Only a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene had a chance.

"And not much of one." I took a deep breath. I prayed that Sister Louise was doing fine. The news hadn't mentioned her since the incident on Monday. I only hoped she was still alive, but I feared Mark had killed her.

I would make him pay. And I would use his little sister to do it.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

My phone buzzed. It was a texted from Doug. I was too afraid to even answer the phone as long as Mark Glassner was alive. I was positive that Doug couldn't be found by Mark. I had hid the PI in a rented house that had a good view of my backyard. Mark shouldn't even know Doug existed, but if the FBI raid failed, Mark would be coming from me.

And if he somehow found Doug and I answered the phone...

I flipped open the phone and read the text message. "Just sent you an email. The FBI raid failed."

My stomach sank. I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I connected to the internet with the cell phone, downloading the email after routing my IP connection through an anonymizer. In a few minutes, the pictures and even a video were uploaded.

The email read: "Mr. Fitzsimmons, unusual activity this morning. FBI raided your house. However, Mark put them under his power. Further, the news van arrived and Jessica, Mark's newest sex slave, interviewed both Mark and Mary as well as the FBI agent that led the raid. Further, Mark was tipped off to the raid just moment before they arrived by none other than the Pierce County Sheriff. I would not expect law enforcement to be an issue for Mark going forward. If the FBI have any way of finding you, I would flee immediately. It is possible every law enforcement agency in Pierce County is under Mark's control."

The FBI had no way to track me. Calling the FBI tipline last night had been the final time I had used my smart phone before I destroyed it. All my money had been moved to off-shore accounts. I paid for everything in cash. There was no way to trace anything back to this cabin.

I glanced at through the attached surveillance photos Doug had sent and my heart skipped a beat. There was a picture Desiree and Alison stripping a SWAT cop naked. Both Alison and Desiree were nude. There was another photo of Desiree straddling the guy, clearly fucking him.

"Fuck!" I shouted, almost throwing my laptop before I set it aside. "God fucking damn you, Mark!"

I took a long, deep breath and calmed myself down. "She's not being a whore because she wants to be, Brandon. So calm down. Mark is controlling her. Get a grip on yourself. You knew you would see this sort of stuff, Brandon. Drink it in. Let it burn inside you. It will just make the revenge on Mark that much more sweeter."

My anger was buried deep inside me, a simmer rage that I could unleash when I needed it. I was disappointed that the FBI had failed, but I wasn't surprised. It had been a long shot. I didn't expect the FBI to do anything to Mark. The best I could have hoped for was for Mark to get shot. I had hoped my lie about Mark wanting to kill cops would make the FBI a little trigger happy.

Well, that plan was the past. It was time to figure out my next move.​