Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Every woman Lilith lies with is impregnated with the demoness's black seed. The monstrous child grows swiftly. Their forms vary. A hundred different monsters are her offspring, the nightmares that plagued mankind in distant days.

--excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Friday, June 14th, 2013 -- Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

It was late, well after midnight, and my friends had left. We were done playing D&D, and fucking my sluts, for the night. I was glad Quatch, Chris, Tom, and Karl had come over. It was fun showing off my new sex slaves. They were my hot toys, and I didn't mind sharing them with my friends. While we played D&D, Mary had been out dancing at a lesbian club with her friend Diane. She had come home drunk and reeking of pussy.

And then we had some wild fun.

But now it was late. I had a chance to catch a few hours of sleep before my jogging sluts would show up. I left the dining room a mess; the sluts would clean it up when they woke up.

"Come on, Mare," I said, slipping my arm beneath hers and helping her off the table.

"Is it time for bed?" she asked, her voice slurred. She was wiped out from dancing and then fucking my friends. Karl, Tom, Chris, and I had all fucked her on the table. She had loved every minute of it, but now she was gangbanged out and barely conscious.

"Yeah," I smiled at my fiancee. She was so beautiful. Her auburn hair fell in a tousled mess about her heart-shaped face. I caught glimpses of her green eyes as she struggled to stay awake. She leaned against me as we walked up the stairs.

"I pissed in this girl's mouth," she giggled as we climbed. "On the dance floor."

"Naughty filly," I laughed.

"Good night, Master," Lillian yawned at the top of the stairs. She was the only slut still up. She had been playing D&D with my friends and me.

"Night," I nodded as I headed to the master bedroom.

I lay Mary's naked body on the bed. Her thighs were a sticky mess of cum. She was out the moment she hit the pillows. I pulled off my jeans and lay down next to her. "Love you, Mare," I whispered as I closed my eyes.

Sleep crashed hard on me.

I dreamed nonsense. A clash of images conversation and scenarios with my family that spilled from one absurd possibility to another. A wrench tugged on me, ripping me out of my normal dream. I floated in a black void, vivid lights flaring around me.

I held two dolls in my hand. One was blonde and the other raven-haired. They jerked in my hand, like something wanted to rip them free of my grip. I squeezed my hands down, tightly holding them. They were mine. I didn't want to let go of them.

Lilith appeared before me, hanging in the void. She was clad only in her silver hair, her body lush and perfect. Lust ached through me. A gloating smile spread across her face. Lilith seized the blonde doll and wrenched it out of my hand.

"Fuck!" I snarled, my hand throbbing, blood dripping from torn skin.

Lilith's smile deepened.

Before I could stop her, she ripped the raven-haired doll from my hand. Skin tore and I roared in pain.

Lilith's smile burned with triumph.

I snapped awake and groaned. It was 6:45 AM. The time I was used to waking up. It's how I am. Even if I only had a few hours of sleep. It had to be almost three when I closed my eyes. I groaned as I sat up, the dream lingering in my mind. It haunted me, my mind examining it over and over. I had no idea why it shook me so. Was it just fear of Lilith?

The doorbell rang. The Naked Jogging Club was waiting.

"Fuck," I muttered. "We need to deal with that bitch one day."

Chantelle Paquet-Holub -- Port Orchard, WA

Lana shuddered beneath me, her pussy clenching down on my new cock. This was the fourth time I had fucked her. We were ravenous for the new pleasure. There was nothing like having my cock buried into my wife's tight, hot snatch.

"Cum in me!" Lana moaned! "Keep cumming in me! I love that moment!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, staring into the round, Slavic face of my wife. Her blonde hair was matted to her sweaty face. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. I leaned down, my small breasts pressing into hers as we kissed.

Our Goddess watched us. Lilith stood nearby, clad only in her silver hair, a triumphant smirk on her face. She had rescued us from Mark and Mary. For the last week, we had been under his power, mind-controlled into believing we loved being their slaves.

He was a man. The first man I had ever been with. I had fucked a man and been brainwashed to think I loved it.

My thrusts grew harder as anger spilled through me.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me!" gasped Lana. "I love it! You're so passionate, Chantelle!"

Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling me in tight as her pussy milked my cock. The cock was a gift from Lilith, part of the Pact my wife and I had made. I received a clit I could transform into a cock at will, and Lana's Pact made us both young and beautiful forever. All Lilith wanted in exchange was our worship. I would gladly worship her for freeing us from Mark, let alone for her wonderful gifts.

My pussy clenched. My cock throbbed. I buried into Lana and erupted, flooding her pregnant pussy with my spunk. I collapsed on her, nuzzling into her blonde hair. I pushed back my raven-black curls and shuddered in delight.

"That was amazing," Lana panted.

"Uh-huh." I licked my lips as I rolled off of her. My hands went to my belly. Like my wife, I was pregnant with Lilith's daughter.

"Every woman I fuck quickens with my child," the Goddess had explained. "You two will be the mothers of the first of my new children. They'll grow fast. In no time, you shall bear your daughters."

I couldn't wait.

Lana smiled. "You're thinking of your daughter?"

I nodded.

"It will be a surprise what kind she shall be," Lilith purred. "I am the mother of monsters, and my daughters are as diverse as the sands. But I know they will all be useful to defeat Mark."

"Yes," I nodded.

She glanced at the window. "Dawn approaches. I have business to attend to. Do not forget your instructions."

"No, Goddess," I purred. We needed to find more worshipers for Lilith, other women who disliked men and would be open to worshiping a real goddess.

"Goddess," Lana said. "We are supposed to return to...them today." We both shuddered. Neither of us wanted to be near Mark or Mary again. "What do we do?"

"Put them off if you can," Lilith answered. "Tell whatever lie you need to. Remember, he expects you to be under his power."

"Well, they were drunk that night," I pointed out. "I barely remember their command for us to enjoy our honeymoon."

Lana shuddered. "He made me fuck those cooks while he watched."

"While we watched." My fists clenched and I forced out the image of Lana in the restaurant's kitchen while those disgusting cooks used her. "He fucked me and taunted me about how much you loved being used by those cooks." Tears stung my eyes.

"We will make him pay," Lilith purred before she vanished into the shadows.

I nodded my head, then glanced at my wife. "How do we find her worshipers though?"

"The internet?" Lana shrugged.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

I couldn't sleep. I kept staring at the email, puzzling the words. Others were out there that hated Mark. Followers of other demons, maybe? Mark had made his Pact with Lucifer and he had summoned Lilith, another demon. So why couldn't there be others?

If they wanted Mark dead, I was okay with that. My fists clenched and unclenched. I tried to sleep, but I kept staring at the clock. It was 7:00 AM now. I still had five hours before meeting with the assassin.

I wanted to get some sleep, but my brain wouldn't stop working. I didn't fear a trap. No cop would have said what the assassin had. No cop should have had any idea whom I wanted dead. It wasn't in the posting. The very fact the assassin knew Brandon wanted Mark dead had to indicate a supernatural source.

Unless Doug betrayed me.

I shook my head. Doug was loyal. He was horrified by Mark. I spent half the night watching the degrading orgy. My poor wife Desiree had been defiled by Mark and his disgusting friends. They had fucked her and cum on her. And she had to act like she enjoyed it.

I tried not to focus on how hard I had cum as I jerked my cock while watching my poor wife be degraded last night.

I rolled onto my side, looking away from the alarm clock. My eyes closed. Sleep began to descend. My brain was fried. I needed to relax and get some rest. I had a few hours. The lethargy settled on me. My consciousness slipped away.

What if my alarm wasn't set? What if I overslept?

I came fully awake. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It had been five minutes. I pushed the button, checking what time the alarm was set for. Still at 11:00 AM. It was fine. I could get some sleep. I rolled over and drifted down into sleep.

What if overslept?

I bolted awake again.

Agent Noel Heinrich -- South Hill, WA

I woke up beside Chasity. The blonde was on her side, stirring as I sat up. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, ringing the alarm. I had to get ready for work. Today was so important. In the middle of the night, I had received an email of a threat against Master.

Xavier Donovan, leader of the Cult of Marduk, was under investigation by the ATF and FBI for buying illegal guns. Last night, he had emailed an unknown man conspiring to assassinate Master. Shortly after, the unknown subject had emailed Xavier back. A meeting was quickly settled on for noon at the Church of the Bull Calf, located in the industrial section of Fife, a city that bordered between Tacoma and Puyallup along I-5.

"Good luck," Chasity said as I dressed in my rust-brown pantsuit. She was aware of everything.

"We'll get them," I smiled as I pinned up my sandy-blonde hair. I planned on being there with a team to arrest Xavier, his entire cult, and this unknown subject on whatever charges I could. Once they were in custody, Master could talk to them and convince them to give up this entire ordeal.

Or if they resisted during the raid, I would just kill them. Master and Mistress had to be protected.

I gave Chasity a hot kiss, my heart beating fast. She was such a gorgeous woman, built like a Valkyrie, that mix of beauty and power. A warrior woman. It was exciting being around her. I couldn't wait to get to know her better. Master planned for us to command his bodyguard, so there would be plenty of time.

Master had already left for the day when I stepped out of the bedroom, off to jog with his naked sluts. Mistress was still sleeping off her fun. Chasity would brief them on the threat. I made my way through the house. Desiree was up, cleaning the mess in the dining room.

"Have a good day," she smiled. "Protect mi Rey and mi Reina."

"I will," I nodded as I passed through to the kitchen to snag a bagel.

Outside, I climbed into my sedan. Peterson, my partner, used to drive it. But after yesterday, he was probably done with the FBI. They believed he was under Master's power, which he was, and off to a hospital to see if they could help him. Luckily, they didn't suspect me. I was Master's spy.

I drove to Tacoma, speeding. I didn't care. I had government plates; no cop would pull me over. My heart thudded. I needed to protect Master. I needed to assemble my surveillance team and get out to the sight. That meant convincing my superiors that this was a major priority. The earlier I went to work on that task, the sooner we could get in place.

My heart raced as I parked my car in front of the Federal Building in Tacoma. I headed inside, my face hard. I needed to be a warrior woman like Chasity today. A Valkyrie who protects her Master from all threats.

Someone wants to kill Mark. Good. I wish them the best of luck.

--excerpt from Doug Allard's surveillance notes, June 14th, 2013.

Mark Glassner

I was sweaty when I got back from jogging and breaking in the newest member of my club. Issy Norup lived, along with her parents, in one of the houses Mary and I had bought yesterday. They were allowed to live in their homes for free, provided their eighteen-year-old daughter Issy was available for us to fuck. Thanks to my powers, the Norups didn't have a problem with the arrangements.

Since Issy was an athletic girl, I invited her to join my naked jogging club. After the jog, the group met back at Madeleine's house where I would enjoy one of my jogging sluts. Today, I savored Issy and her tight, young cunt.

My working sluts, Noel, Willow, and Jessica, cars were already gone when I walked back from Madeleine's house next door. Noel and Jessica were my little spies in the FBI and the local news. I yawned as I walked into the house. I've never needed that much sleep, I usually got four or five hours a night, but the few hours I had gotten were not enough this morning.

I slipped into the master bedroom I shared with my fiancee. She was still sleeping off the fun she had last night. Last night had been wild. Quatch, my best friend and best man for my upcoming wedding, had asked if I could make his sister his sex slave. Of course, I said yes. Tom, Chris, and Karl--my groomsmen--were impressed with my sex slaves and each wanted one of their own.

I was more than happy to deliver. Today, I would procure their sex slaves and find a pair of virgins for Mary and I to fuck. That last one was important. We needed two virgins so we could cast a spell and make us immune to STD's. With all the fucking we did, we were bound to catch something.

I wanted to join Mary on the bed and sleep, but I had so much to do today. I slipped past the inviting bed and headed into the master bathroom. I turned the shower on. The bathroom filled up with steam. I stepped beneath the spray of hot water and let the warmth take the ache from my legs away. I was slowly getting used to jogging. Every day my body grew more fit. I believed it was more consequent of my wish to have a long and healthy life that I was starting to shed my excess pounds, but the jogging was fun.

Well, fucking my sluts afterward was the fun part.

As the warm water rolled over me, the dream I had last night returned. I couldn't shake the dream. It had filled my mind while I was jogging, distracting me from the view of the five naked asses waggling before me as I jogged--and those five ladies all had beautiful asses.

I felt the dream was important, I just wasn't sure why. I lowered my head, letting the warm water splash down my head and back. Who were the dolls? Were they even people, or did they just represent something else? Was it a warning, a premonition, or was this just my fear of Lilith manifesting from my subconscious?

I sighed, it was probably just a nightmare. Probably.

I grabbed the soap and washed my body. My thoughts drifted from my dream to the day ahead. I was planning to go to Rogers Community College to find the two virgins, and Tom's sex slave--he requested a young Asian slut. It was a shame none of the young women living on our street were virgins with intact hymens.

Finished showering, I slipped out and dried off. I dressed in a pair of boxers, comfortable jeans, and a black t-shirt. Mary was still sleeping, curled up on her side. Her auburn hair was spilled across the bed.

She was so beautiful.

I bent over and kissed her on the cheek before I headed downstairs.

Desiree was cooking in the kitchen, naked save for an apron. I had taken Desiree, and this house, from her husband, Brandon. Desiree was an amazing cook, and I would have kept her even if she was the ugliest woman on the planet for the delicious meals she made. But she wasn't. She was a gorgeous Latina with big breasts and a nice ass.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes, mi Rey," Desiree answered in her sexy, Latina accent.

I reached over and fondled her dusky ass as she stood at the stove. She flipped the pancakes on the griddle onto plates and then ladled out more batter from a mixing bowl. She wiggled her ass as I massaged her butt.

"Keep cooking," I whispered before kissing her neck.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. My hard dick slid across her plump ass then between her legs. I guided my cock, found the wet lips of her cunt, and rubbed my head around her pussy lips. She shuddered as I found her wet hole and slid my cock deep inside her.

"Mmm, that's nice," purred Desiree as I fucked her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped a hand under her apron to squeeze her heavy breasts and play with her hard nipples. Her cunt was a wet, warm glove sliding up and down on my cock. Desiree continued cooking, flipping the more pancakes onto the platter before ladling more batter onto the griddle.

"Morning, Master," Chasity sleepily murmured as she walked in.

"Slut," I replied.

Chasity, our cop slut, smiled and rubbed my ass as she walked by, heading for the coffee pot to pour herself a cup. She grabbed a couple of pancakes and sat down on the small kitchen table. "These are delicious," Chasity said with delight.

"Oh, thank you," Desiree panted. Her hips were moving as her lust built as I fucked her.

"Not as delicious as your cunt," I quipped.

"Or your cock, mi Rey," Desiree moaned back, clenching her pussy on my cock.

My strokes grew harder. I owned this cunt. I could use her whenever I wanted, and she loved to please me. I stole her from her ugly husband and molded her into my slut. She shuddered and moaned. Smoke tickled my nose. Pancakes were burning. Desiree was too lost to the pleasure my cock churned in her cunt.

"Yes, mi Rey! Fuck me! Oh, yes!"

Her pussy spasmed about my cock. I squeezed her pillowy breasts. This was power. This was the life. I buried my cock into her pussy's depths and groaned as my cum spilled into her flesh. Her pussy sucked at my shaft, eager and hungry for my load.

"Fuck, I needed that," I growled, slapping her ass.

"I'm glad I could please you, mi Rey," she purred. She scraped off the burned pancakes and poured fresh batter. "Would you like some pancakes?"

I pulled out of her and smacked her ass. In a minute, she dished up my pancakes on my plate. I sat down next to Chasity, my stomach growling. I poured on the maple syrup and took a big bite, my eyes locked on Desiree's nut-brown ass swaying as my cum trickled out of her cunt down her thighs.

Xiu, a petite and busty Asian slut, joined us, that unsightly nose splint still on her face from when Mary broke it on Monday during the fight. "You're seeing the doctor about your nose today?"

"Yes, Master," Xiu said, sitting next to me. "I think the split will get removed."

"Good," I said.

"Master," Chasity said. "Did you speak to Noel this morning?"

I shook my head.

A chill ran down my back as she explained about the assassination threat Noel had uncovered. "Fuck," I muttered. The dream was forgotten.

"Noel will handle it," Chasity nodded, a smile on her face. "She's tough and confident, Master."

I nodded my head. "You'll help her if she needs it?"

"Of course, Master. I can get the Puyallup Police on it," she smiled.

"Good. Do what it takes to stop them."

"Any restrictions?" she asked.

"Nope. I want it dealt with. No one is fucking killing me or Mary."

"Yes, Master." Chasity reached out and patted my hand. "Noel plans on raiding them today. It will be taken care of."

"Good," I nodded.

It was strange hearing that people wanted me dead. Did this cult have something to do with a real demon? Marduk. Who the fuck was Marduk? I pulled out my phone and did a search. He was some Babylonian god of water and judgment. And bulls and a bunch of other BS. This is why we were recruiting bodyguards tomorrow.

Noel would handle it. I trusted her. And if not, I could use my powers and dominate the cult.

Since I had my phone out, I looked up the phone number for the Stag in Lakewood. It was the restaurant my friend Karl worked at. I had promised him I would turn his bitch of a boss into his sex slave. She should be in to oversee the morning prep for the restaurant.

The phone rang a few time. "The Stag in Lakewood," a bored guy answered the phone.

"I need to speak to Julie."

"Yeah, sure." The phone rustled. "Hey, Julie, phone call."

A moment later, an impatient woman snapped, "Yes, what is it?" She had a shrewish voice, the kind that belonged to a woman who would nag you to death. I didn't hear the appeal, but maybe Karl just wanted to make the bitch suffer.

"Julie, from now on you're going to be Karl Nielson sex slave," I commanded her. "You'll do whatever Karl wants and love him for as long as he wants you, okay."

"Yeah," she answered, the shrewish tone vanishing. "Who are you?"

I hung up on her. Karl's sex slave was down, just Chris and Tom left to go.

"Sluts, let Mary sleep as long as she wants," I ordered as I stood up. "Chantelle and Lana should be showing up today."

"They were with you at the Space Needle last week?" Xiu asked.

I nodded, a grin crossing my lips. "That was a wild night.

Last Saturday, I took Mary out on a day-long date. We first went orca watching and there met Lana and Chantelle, a pair of newly-wedded lesbians. They were so cute and sexy we had to keep them. Then went to the Space Needle where I proposed to Mary.

She had been so happy when I did that.

To celebrate our engagement, I had taken over the entirety of the restaurant at the top of the Space Needle. I kept the six most beautiful servers and had them work naked. It devolved into an orgy pretty quickly. Mary and I ended up keeping three of the servers--Xiu, Fiona, and Korina--as sex slaves

"Yeah,," I nodded. "I let them enjoy the rest of their honeymoon before they had to return. Which should be today. I think." That night was foggy. We drank a lot of champagne.

"How nice," Desiree said. Then she cleared her throat before nervously asking, "Mi Rey, would you be mad if I asked Alison to marry me?"

I blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Well, we've been spending a lot of time together, and..." Desiree took a deep breath. "I love her, mi Rey."

"I've noticed," Chasity grinned. "You two are so cute together. Mistress thinks you're adorable."

Xiu nodded her head.

"Wait, you've all noticed them?" I frowned. I had seen the two together touching and kissing a lot. I never thought much of it. Did I care if they got married? No. It wouldn't change the fact they were my sluts, and if this made them happy, then what was the harm? "Well, if you love her, I think it's great idea."

"Thank you, mi Rey." There were tears in her eyes as she bent over and kissed me.

"Take a thousand dollars and go buy an engagement ring," I said, pushing away from the table. "Let Mary know I will be home probably this afternoon. Desiree, you know what to cook for dinner?" Tonight, Mary's sisters, their boyfriends, and Mary's father were coming to dinner.

"Yes, mi Reina left instructions. I'll pick up the ingredients after breakfast while I'm out shopping for the ring."

I kissed Xiu, Chasity, and Desiree before heading out of the house to my silver Mustang. I loved this car. It had belonged to this asshole who screamed at me in a parking lot. So I swapped my piece of shit car for his brand-new Mustang.

Agent Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

"Sir," I said, knocking on SAC Kemp's office open door. I poked my heat through. "Do you have a minute?"

"Yes, Heinrich?" he asked. He was a short, round man, his hair balding. Despite that, he had an intimidating stare.

"Sir. We've had a tip about the Marduk Cult. They are performing a mur*er-for-higher. They're meeting with a man who's hiring them at noon today in Fife."

"Not much time" he said. "What do you need?"

"Give me a surveillance team and we'll gather what intel we can," I said, trying to hide my tremble. I fought the urge to make sure my sandy-blonde hair was pinned up in a bun. I couldn't be afraid. "We might be able to bug the place or use a laser microphone on the window."

"Sure." He nodded.

I almost sighed in relief. That was easy.

"Oh, who's the target?"

I tried to casually say, "Mark Glassner."

My boss froze for a moment then nodded. "Okay, put together the team."

"Thank you, sir."

I closed his door and let out the sigh. I would protect Master.

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

My first stop was Hot Chick A Latte to get Chris his sex slave. The bikini barista stand was a hot pink, tiny building situated in the parking lot of a convenient store on Meridian, the main drag that ran north and south through South Hill down into Puyallup and up towards Federal Way and SeaTac. I parked my Mustang, walked up to the rear door, and knocked hard.

"Let me in," I ordered.

The door opened and a tan-skinned woman, with the largest tits I had ever seen outside of porn, opened the door. She was easily a G Cup like Chris claimed. Her breasts were full and heavy, swaying as she walked. Two hot-pink pasties covered her nipples. The only clothing she wore was a pair of frilly, yellow panties. Behind her another busty girl, only a DD Cup, also wearing pasties, made a coffee for a customer.

"Yes?" the busty girl asked.

"Velvet?" She nodded. "Good, we're going to fuck, so get those panties off."

"You're him?" she gasped as she pulled off her panties. "The terrorist."

"Yep," I nodded as stepped into the tight stand. "It's your lucky day."

I tore off her left pasty. She winced as her huge areola and fat nipple were exposed. I bent down and sucked her nub right into my mouth. Velvet gasped as I hefted her heavy tit and squeezed the fleshy mound. Chris would enjoy her.

"What the fuck?" the other barista gasped.

I popped my mouth off Velvet's nipple. "Keep working," I barked. "Nothing wrong is happening back here."

"Yeah, we're fucking," moaned Velvet, almost in surprise.

"You're dying to feel my cock," I grinned as I unzipped my fly.

"Oh, baby, I am. You're famous!" She shuddered as I pushed her up against a supply shelf. "Fuck me, baby!"

I slammed my cock into her hot, tight pussy. She squealed in delight as I pounded her. The shelf rocked and the ingredients rattled. A bottle of chocolate syrup crashed to the ground. Velvet worked her hips, fucking me back.

"Yes, yes! I'm fucking Mark Glassner! Oh, yes!"

"It's your lucky day, slut," I growled.

Her pussy clenched down on my cock. I shuddered, slamming in to her depths. Her huge tits pressed against my chest, one nipple still covered by the pasty. I gripped her skinny ass and plowed into her cunt.

The girl definitely had some nice charms.

"Yes, yes!" Velvet moaned, her lips wet on my cheeks as she kissed my face.

"You're going to be Chris Young's sex slave," I growled into her ear.

"Oh, who's that?" she asked in confusion.

"He's a customer," I said, and squeezed one of her big, soft tits. "You're going to love him and do whatever he wants, no matter how disgusting, for as long as he wants you."

"Yes, yes," Velvet gasped. "My Chris." Her cunt spasmed on my cock and she bucked against me.

"What a slut," I growled. Just the idea of being some guy's sex slave was enough to send this whore into an orgasm.

"I can't wait to meet my Chris!" she moaned. "He's my master!"

"Chris will come by today, and you're going to go with him because you belong to him now."

"Yes, yes, I'm all his," she panted, her pussy milking my cock. "I love him so much!"

I slammed into her depths. I shuddered as I erupted into my friend's new sex slave. I squeezed her ass and buried my face between those big, fat titties. They pressed on my cheeks as I groaned. My pleasure died and I pulled out of her.

Velvet slunk to the floor of the coffee stand, my cum oozing out of her cunt, wearing only a single pasty covering a fat nipple. "Chris is going to love you," I grinned. "You're a great fuck."

Velvet smiled. "Good."

I pulled out my phone and sent Chris a text message: "Come on down. She's wet and ready for you, buddy!"

And the Living God descended upon Rogers Community College to instruct the nubile, young women and virile, young men about the freedom of love. His sermons were full of passion, and many converted to a life of uninhibited pleasure.

--First Book of Vivian 18:25

Mary Sullivan

My mouth was dry when I woke up. I shifted, rolling over. Mark was already up. He seemed to like to wake up early. I, on the other hand, hated waking up early. I used to have to wake up 4 AM for my job at Starbuzz, a chain of coffee shops. Lucky for me, I met Mark and didn't have to work at that shitty job anymore.

My pussy was still wet from this amazing sex dream I had. Both my sisters were in it, and they were so beautiful, nude and pressing against me. They caressed me and I touched them back. Maybe sleeping with my sisters could be something magical and beautiful, and not something I needed to worry about.

Or to be ashamed about.

Missy and Samantha were coming over tonight. Maybe I would enjoy them both with Mark.

I glanced out the window. The sun was up. I had stuff to do. I couldn't spend all day in bed. I forced myself to crawl out of bed and pull on my pink, silk robe, loving how cool and sleek the fabric felt on my body.

The shower was a necessity. I fucked so many different women at the dance club last night and capped the night off with a delicious gangbang. Mark's friend Tom had an amazing cock, stretching out my pussy. I wouldn't mind having him again. Maybe I would stick around for next week's D&D game. Or at least the end.

Refreshed from my shower, I dressed before heading downstairs. I found some of the sluts eating a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes. All the sluts were there, save the three with jobs: our reporter, Jessica; our FBI Agent, Noel; and Willow, our doctor slut.

Korina was looking better. Her arm still in a sling from when Chasity had shot her on Monday night. At the time, Korina was being controlled by a nun and was about to brain Mark with a rolling pin. Desiree also had gotten shot by Chasity, and I had to use my second boon from Lilith to save her life.

I still one more boon to go and then I would be free of Lilith and her temptations.

I shuddered. Last night, she had tried to get me to dominate Mark. So I banished her unless she was called on. She couldn't appear before me, Mark, or the sluts without permission. The only thing keeping me from using my last boon was the nuns. If one of them showed up, we'd need her.

"Breakfast, mi Reina?" Desiree purred, holding up a plate of pancakes.

"Oh, yes," I beamed, smacking her naked bottom after I took the plate. I found a seat between Alison,on my right, and Chasity.

"I want the house spotless, sluts," I said as I dug in. "I want everything perfect for my family." My sisters, their boyfriends, and my dad were coming. My family was both eager and apprehensive to meet Mark. The interview with Agent Peterson had helped to relieve their fears that I was dating a terrorist, but they still had their doubts. After dinner, I planed on seducing one of my sisters. It was part of a spell that would allow me to see nuns.

I was nervous, going back and forth on actually crossing the taboo line of incest. Maybe Shannon would be easier. She was my older sister and had always bullyed me when we were children. I wouldn't mind getting a little bit of payback. But Missy was just a sweetheart, the baby of the family. I shared a bedroom with her since I was four. We were close in age and used to share clothes and talk about boys. I smiled at a nasty thought, we could share each other's bodies now.

I licked my lips, maybe I should have both. "Damn," I muttered.

"Mistress?" Alison asked.

"I think I am really looking forward to having Shannon and Missy naked in my bed."

Alison giggled, "You are so kinky, Mistress. I wish I had a sister to fuck."

Damn, I was turning into one kinky girl. What was next? Would I be fucking my dad?

No. That was a little too much. Mark had made me into a sex-crazed woman, not that I was complaining, but sleeping with my dad...well that was a line I just wouldn't cross. I wasn't kinky enough to do that.

Yet, a voice whispered inside me. I squirmed in my chair as a trickle of pussy juices leaked out.

"Desiree, you have the shopping list?" I asked, dragging my thoughts out of the gutter.

"Yes, mi Reina, I was just about to leave," Desiree answered.

"Good, I want this dinner to--"

"Oh, no!" Karen gasped.

The former nun suddenly bolted from the table and went running out of the room.

"Karen," I called, following after her. "Are you okay?"

She disappear into the bathroom.

I looked inside and immediately looked away. Karen was retching into the toilet. I couldn't watch that. Just knowing she was doing it was enough to make my stomach queasy. What was wrong with the girl? She had been throwing up for the last several mornings.

"You okay?" I asked from outside.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered, washing her mouth. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You're not pregnant, right? Is this morning sickness?"

"Nuns don't get pregnant," Karen answered. "It's one of the gifts we're given, since we may have to have unprotected sex. I couldn't have conceived before Lilith stripped my powers. If Master has impregnated me, it's far too early for morning sickness to develop. I mean, it hasn't even been a week since I became your slave, Mistress."

I nodded. "Okay, well if you're feeling better."

"I am." She stepped out of the bathroom.

We returned to the dining room. I had managed not to loose my appetite, and took another bite of my pancakes. "Tonight, only Fiona, Thamina, and Desiree are to remain." Desiree had to stay because she was the cook. The other two I just picked at random. It didn't really matter which sluts stayed, they were all beautiful. "You three need to buy some less slutty maid outfits to wear. The rest of you sluts will go next door while my family is here. The Laytons are supposed to move out today. Order pizza and do whatever you want."

"Yes, Mistress," the sluts answered back. It sent a naughty thrill through me, all these sluts obeying me.

"Alison, Karen, and Xiu, we're going to go spend the day running errands for the wedding."

"Mistress, I have that doctor's appointment today," Xiu, the former Asian waitress, said, her face falling. "But I'll be more than happy to cancel."

"Oh, no. Go to the doctor. That's more important." It was. I cared about my sluts. "Violet, you'll come instead." I didn't really care which sluts came. I just wanted some company and some second opinions on flower arrangements and food and whatnots.

Innocent Violet beamed at me. "Oh, thank you, Mistress."

The three I chose went upstairs to change while the other sluts began cleaning the house.

Mark Glassner

I pulled my Mustang into the crowded parking lot of Rogers Community College. It was a rambling collections of red brick buildings and landscaped lawns. Students bustled about, heading for their classes. They all were young adults, the girls looking so sexy.

Not sure where to start, I headed for the school's office. The sign out front said visitors had to check-in. The office was small, a cluttered receptionist desk, a short hallway that lead back to the faculty offices, and a few chairs for people to sit in. The receptionist was a short, stout Indian woman named, according to a brass nameplate, Archana Korrapti. Her black hair was graying and cut soccer mom short.

"Hello," she greeted with a pleasant smile. "How may I help you, sir?"

I grinned, feeling bold. "I'm Mark Glassner, and I'm here scouting for some pussy." It was ridiculous thing to say. I loved that I could get away with it.

She blinked. "I'm sorry, what did you say, sir?" she asked with some heat.

"Relax, it's okay. I'm Mark, and it's perfectly all right for me to fuck any of the girls here. Nothing I do is wrong."

"Oh, yes, of course," she blushed. "You're going to be...with our girls. Yes, that's perfectly all right." She knocked over her pen jar. "Oh, dearie. I'm sorry, I'm a little flustered."

I flashed a reassuring smile at her. "Of course, of course." Who wouldn't be flustered when a man wanted for terrorism walked in wanting to fuck your college's female students.

She pulled out a binder labeled, "Visitor Badges," from a drawer. She dug around the spilled pens and found a permanent sharpie and wrote, "Mark, Pussy Scout," on the badge and peeled it off the page. "This needs to be worn at all times, Mark."

"Thanks," I said, sticking the badge to the front of my shirt.

The door leading into the office swung in and a cute, young woman with a heart-shaped face framed by black ringlets walked in. She had small, pouty red lips and brown eyes that sparkled with energy. A tight, white t-shirt with a rainbow across her breasts, emphasized her nice pair of tits.

"Well, you are a pretty thing," I growled, looming over her. She shrank back, bumping into the door. It closed shut behind her, trapping her before me.

"Mrs. Korrapti," the young woman gasped. She was eighteen and budding.

"Oh, it's alright, Jerri," the receptionist said. "Mark's scouting for pussy."

"And aren't you some pretty pussy?" I stroked her trembling face. "Are you a virgin, Jerri?"

"No," she muttered, looking away from me. Well I didn't think I'd find my virgin with the first eighteen year old I met. But she was cute. I could have some fun.

"Well, drop your leggings and panties," I told her. "Time to inspect your pussy."

"That doesn't seem right," she gasped even as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her white leggings and blue panties in one motion. Then she realized what she had done. "Wh-why did I do that?"

"Because you're a slut and just delicious," I groaned as I gazed at her creamy, olive thighs. I reached out and stroked her thigh, feeling her smooth leg. "Unzip my pants and pull my cock out."

"Yes, sir," Jeri squeaked. Her trembling hand fumbled with my pants button. It popped open and she pulled the zipper down. My jeans fell around my knees as she reached into my boxer, her hand cool on my cock.

"Relax," I told her, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just fuck your tight, little pussy. Your cunt's dying for my cock. You're soaking wet. Right?"

Her eyes widened. "I am, sir." Jeri's voice had a firm timbre.

Jeri's legs parted for me as I lifted her up, her arms wrapped around my neck. I gripped her ass, guiding her body so my cock could find her pussy. I thrust forward, my cock sliding through her pussy lips and bumping her clit. I thrust twice more before I found her hot opening.​