Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The Tyrants' depravities knew no limits. Even their own family members were not safe from their lusts.

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

Friday, June 14th, 2013 -- Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

My phone chirped.

"That should be Chantelle," Mark grinned.

I nodded my head, pulling away from my fiancee's naked body. Our bedroom smelled of sex. Those two virgins we deflowered, April and Felicity, had been a fun diversion. And thanks to their virginities, and a spell Lilith taught us, Mark and I were immune from STD's, armored by their purity.

I snatched my phone and pressed my naked body against Mark, sighing as his arm went around my shoulders. I smiled. "It's from Chantelle."

Chantelle and her lesbian wife Lana were our wayward sluts. We claimed them last Saturday when Mark took me on this amazing date before he proposed to me. During our drunken celebration atop the Space Needle in Seattle, Mark graciously allowed Chantelle and Lana to enjoy their honeymoon before they had to return to us. I thought that was today, but that night was...fuzzy.

I swiped my screen and read, "'I thought it was next Friday. Master said we could enjoy the rest of our honeymoon and we still have another week left.' Is that what you told them, Mark?"

"I guess I did," Mark answered with a shrug, his blue eyes growing unfocused. "Fine, tell them they have to be back by noon next Friday."

I sent the text and Chantelle immediately responded with a, "Yes, Mistress!"

"Oh, I almost forgot, Alice called me right before you got home," I said. "So Monday at 3 pm in Seattle we have an appointment with the investment group that owns the empty lot."

There was a big empty lot behind the cul-de-sac our house was on that was supposed to be a housing development before the recession. I wanted to buy it so we could build a huge mansion there and have lovely grounds and a view of Mount Rainer.

Mark put on a smile. It seemed forced and his body tensed. Did Mark find something wrong with Alice? She was my friend, and lover, so I wanted her and Mark to get along. I stared into his eyes. It was almost like he was jealous. Which was silly. I just made love to Alice, I didn't love her.

I loved Mark.

"What, didn't you like Alice?" I asked, biting my lip. "I thought you two hit it off."

"I...I don't think she likes me," Mark said. "She seemed jealous when you were with me."

I frowned. "Why would she be jealous? You're my fiance. Are you sure you were just imagining things?"

Mark shrugged, clearly trying to placate me.

"She's married you know," I told him. It was sweet that he seemed jealous of her, but it was foolish of him to think Alice was interest in me that way. "I mean, I her husband isn't giving her any attention, which is why we've been getting together. I'm just helping my friend out. There's nothing between us but friendship and some great sex. She has nothing to be jealous about you."

And neither do you.

"Maybe it was my imagination," Mark said. He played with an auburn lock of my hair, a boyish smile crossing his lips. I knew that smile, he was in the mood to make love. I didn't fight as he pulled my face to his and kissed me.

I hadn't been fucked by a man all day, only a sissy cop that I made eat my pussy.

"Mmm," I purred when he broke it.

"I love you, my beautiful filly," he whispered. "Your smile is just begging to be kissed."

I licked my lips and arched an eyebrow.

Mark took my invitation. He kissed me hard, and I moaned into his lips, my tongue slipping into his mouth. His cock hardened against my side. I shuddered as his hand slid up from my belly to my perky breast. My nipple hardened as his finger played with it, shooting delights down to my wet pussy.

Mark broke the kiss. "I realized I haven't made love to my beautiful fiancee, today."

"Ohh, maybe you should fix that," I panted. "She's still a little angry about having to run errands for our wedding while you were off having fun." Mark spent the day fucking around at a local college to find our virgins while I did all the hard work organizing our upcoming nuptials.

Mark kissed down my neck to my breasts. I moaned as he sucked my nipple into my mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, sucking on my other nipple. "Am I making it better?"

"Maybe," I grinned, squeezing my thighs together. "If you go lower."

"Naughty filly."

"Always," I moaned, my pussy on fire. "You showed me how much fun it is."

Mark kissed down my flat stomach, pausing to tongue my bellybutton. I giggled and squirmed as his tongue swirled through my ticklish divot. My thighs spasmed and and my breasts bounced as I squirmed. Mark grinned at me. He delighted in teasing me.

"Go lower," I moaned, pushing on his head, my fingers running through his dark hair. "Your naughty filly needs to have her pussy eaten by her horny stallion."

"Sounds delicious."

"So delicious," I panted as he kissed lower.

Mark reached my pubic hair waxed into a fiery heart. He rubbed his cheek into the silky fibers as his hands pushed my thighs about. My sweet, spicy arousal filled the air as I squirmed, my pussy clenching in anticipation.

Mark moved lower. I shuddered as he licked up my wet slit.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned, "I think I'm starting to forgive you."

Mark's tongue swiped through my pussy a second time, dipping between my silky holes. He sucked my labia into his mouth, his tongue exploring my sensitize lips. I loved how hungry he was for my pussy.

"Tasty," he groaned as he spread my labia open. I shuddered as he ran a finger through my pink folds before he buried his tongue into my depths. My thighs tightened on his face as his tongue wiggled into my pussy hole. My right hand gripped his short hair, pulling him tight into my cunt as he devoured me.

"Mmm, yes, eat me!" I moaned. "Oh, god, I love you, my randy stallion! Suck my clit! Oh, please! Make me cum!"

Mark sucked my clit into his hungry mouth. His finger replaced his tongue, slowly sliding in and out of my wet pussy. My pussy walls eagerly sucked at Mark's finger. My toes curled when he added a second one, pumping faster, stirring up all the delights in the depths of my cunt.

My hips writhed in pleasure and my moans filled our bedroom. Mark played with my hard pearl with his tongue. Every flick of his tongue on my clit caused my hips to twist in pleasure. Mark's fingers curled in my cunt, sliding around the top of my pussy walls as he searched for my G-spot.

He found it.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're forgiven!" I cried out as my orgasm exploded through me. His finger attacked my G-spot, the bundle of nerves shooting bliss through my body. "You're forgiven! Just keep doing that! Oh, fuck, yes, you're making me cum! Yes, yes, you fucking stud!"

My fingers clenched in his hair, keeping his lips glued to my cunt as the orgasm burned inside my pussy. I shuddered and spasmed, savoring every wonderful lick and suck that churned more waves of hot bliss through my body.

Mark's kisses became lighter as he let me come down from my orgasm. I shivered as I squeezed my thighs against his rough cheeks. My breasts heaved as Mark turned his lips to kiss and nuzzle at my inner thighs.

I sat up on my elbows, my breasts heaving, and moaned, "I want my stallion in me. I need that big cock filling me up. I haven't had a dick in me all day. My poor, little cunny is all sad and lonely." I glanced at the clock. We had time before my family arrived for dinner tonight. "We have over an hour before we need to get ready, and I want your cock in me the whole time."

Mark flashed his boyish grin at me and crawled up my body. "Your horny stallion's more than happy to feed your naughty, little cunt all the cock it needs." Mark reached under and squeezed my ass. "And your hungry asshole, too."

I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Miami, FL

"Theodora, I just heard about this great bar," Antsy giggled to me as she burst into our hotel room.

Antsy wasn't her real name, it was a shorten form of Samantha. Her father called her that because she could never sit still. "Dad always said, 'The girl's got ants in her pants.' And that's how I got the nickname," Antsy would explain to everybody she met.

I sighed in relief. I hadn't seen Antsy since last night when we went out clubbing. While I had allowed myself to get distracted by a sexy, Cuban stud and get fucked hard in the bathroom, Antsy had left with someone else. It ruined my plan to have a threesome with the girl so I could seduce her and cast the Prayer of Avvah.

I needed to sleep with Antsy to defeat her brother, Mark Glassner. But she wasn't in to girls.

"Oh, what bar?" I asked.

"A great one," she answered, her breasts bouncing in her florescent pink bikini that revealed all of her youthful charms. The girl had a nice pair of tits and a great ass. Her body glistened with tanning oils and was starting to turn a rich brown. She hadn't left with that bikini on, so someone had bought it for her. "Keith told me all about it."

"Keith?" I asked. "Is he the guy that bought you the bikini?"

"Yep, "she giggled. "Oh, he was a stud. We went back to his motel room and fucked half the night away. He was amazing."

"What's so great about this bar?" I asked.

"They have this amazing, flaming drink," Antsy giggled, throwing her arms wide. "At least that's what Keith said. Do you want to come with me? Keith said he'd be there and I bet we could find a guy for you."

I nodded. This was the perfect opportunity to get a threesome with her. I needed to perform the Prayer of Avvah on the girl and make her a trap for her brother. Once Mark was exorcised, I could rescue Sister Louise from him. I didn't know what happened to my mentor and lover. I hoped she still lived. Sister Louise was tough, but she had no idea that there was a second warlock, Mark's lover named Mary, and the demoness Lilith. The demoness was what made my job more difficult. She would teach Mark how to spot a nun.

And that's where Antsy would come in. According to the Angel Ramiel, Mark would need to sleep with his sister as part of some dark spell. When Mark sleeps with Antsy, the Prayer of Avvah would make the pair obsessed with each other and destroy Mark's relationship with his lover. Once the two Warlocks were separated, they would be much easier to handle. Then I would rescue Sister Louise and defeat both.

"I'd love to come to the bar with you," I replied. "Maybe we could find a guy and take him back here and fuck him together."

"What, like a threesome?" Antsy asked, her cheeks glowing red.

"Sure, they can be a lot of fun," I purred as sexily as possible.

Antsy frowned. "I guess that could be interesting. I've never been with a woman before, I'm not sure..."

"Oh, girl, don't worry, we'll be with a guy," I lied. "It's not like we're going to fool around with each other."

"Oh, okay," she brightened. "I guess it could be fun. Besides, imagine the look on any guy's face when he finds out he gets to fuck two beautiful women."

I laughed with her. Once Antsy was drunk and horny in bed with a guy, she wouldn't care what I did to her. She would be putty in my hands. "Let me change and we'll head out."

Officer Chasity Vinter -- South Hill, WA

I was dressed in my regular police uniform for the first time since Monday afternoon when I pulled Master over for speeding. I was so happy I had done that. I belonged to the most powerful and wonderful man and woman in the world. It was weird to be so dressed, instead of naked or wearing my skimpy, slutty cop costume.

"Let's go protect Master," Noel said as I holstered my handgun.

I nodded my head. Noel was an exciting addition to the sluts. She was an FBI Agent with sandy-blonde hair kept up in a tight bun. She was so sexy when she let her hair down. Thanks to Noel's connection in the FBI, she learned that this terrible cult in the city of Fife plotted to assassinate Master.

Neither of us would let that happen.

"Right," I nodded and followed Noel out of the house. I was liking her a lot. We had shared a bed last night, and she was was exciting to make love to. Unlike the other sluts, she understood that there were real dangers out there to Master and we were the only ones that could protect him.

We walked downstairs. Desiree busied in the kitchen, getting the dinner ready. Tonight, Mistress's family was coming over. I was sad to miss out, though only a few of the sluts were chosen to stay in the house. If we didn't leave, we would have just been sent next door with them.

Well, protecting Master was more important than Mistress's family coming over.

Mistress had commanded Noel and me to do whatever it took to stop the plot. And we would.

"We'll meet Chief Simmons at the Fife Police Department," I told Noel as we walked out to my Puyallup Police Department cruiser. Technically, I still worked for the Puyallup Police Department on permanent assignment to protect Master and Mistress. "He'll have his men ready to raid the cult."

Thanks to Master's foresight, he attended the last Law Enforcement Support Agency meeting. LESA was the inter-agency organization that pooled resources between all the police departments of Pierce County. There, Master had put under his control all the local chief of polices, including Chief Simmons of the Fife Police Department.

Master was so smart to think ahead.

"Good," Noel smiled as I started up my cruiser. "I want to know who wants Master dead and why stake this cult has in it."

"So do I," I growled as I turned on the lights and sirens.

Doug Allard

Someone was out to kill Mark.

It was stunning to learn. I blinked again and listened to the digital recording of the conversation between Noel and Chasity I had just heard. There was nothing ambivalent about this face. There was a cult in Fife hired to kill Mark. From their conversation, it was clear I had missed out a lot that happened today.

The last day, I had grown bored watching Mark and was disgusted by the constant sex in the house. He demeaned those women. It was easier not to pay attention when they were fucking, and that was almost all the time. Even now, Mark and Mary fucked in their bedroom.

I checked back through the surveillance recordings for the last twelve hours and found the first phone call Noel had received in the middle of the night. I kept looking through the recordings, gathering all the data I had and compiled it to send to Brandon.

"Damn," I whispered after I hit send on the email.

It was sad that this plot looked like it was about to be stopped by Noel and Chasity. Mark was so powerful. He scared me. That was why I had been parked in this house since Tuesday morning and tracking Mark's movements since last Thursday on behalf of Brandon Fitzsimmons, the owner of the house Mark stayed in. Mark had not only taken Brandon's house but had turned Brandon's wife, Desiree, into a sex slave. Mark called them "sluts."

Mark's mind control powers disgusted and terrified me.

I wasn't sure there was anything Brandon could do with the information about the plot, but maybe he'd figure something out. Just to be sure, I also sent a text to his burner phone to make doubly sure he learned about it.

"What else have I missed?" I muttered.

I needed to go through everything again. I rubbed at my bleary eyes.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

My sweaty hands tripped the car's steering wheel. My stomach twisted. Tonight, Mark Glassner would die. I just had to sacrifice a woman and make a pact with the demon Marduk. Then this would all be over. I would have my wife, Desiree, back and Mark would suffer in Hell for what he did to me.

He stole my wife. My home. He had to die.

I just had to kill a young woman to do it. She was probably a whore, some piece of filth Xavier and his cultist had plucked out of the street. No one would miss her. I kept telling myself that as I drove out of Buckley towards Fife.

My phone buzzed. Doug had sent me a text. I didn't care. His surveillance wasn't important any longer. Once Mark was dead, the threat he posed was gone, and I could stop spending a fortune on paying the PI for twenty-four hours surveillance.

I squeezed my hands on the steering wheel. I tried not to think about the fear on the girl's face. She had to die. It was the only way to stop Mark. The bastard was a true threat to the world. What would happen if he ever was serious about trying to control people? What if he started broadcasting his commands? The world could quickly fall under his powers.

Killing him was for the greater good. The death of one whore was a small price to pay for that.

Lucifer -- The Abyss

Marduk snorted as I summoned Brandon's fate. The thread of his pathetic life appeared before us, a silver strand connected to others, the lives of the mortals forming a complicated web. I followed Brandon thread to where it turned black. In a short amount of time, he would be a Thrall of Mark again, under Mark's complete control.

I grimaced and my aura of light pulsed. Brandon was perfect for my task, and Marduk's meddling had ruined that.

"See. Mark dies and all your plans fail, Lucifer," laughed Marduk. He was in his favorite form--a bronzed man with the head of a bull.

"If Mark dies, then why will Brandon be his thrall in a few hours?" I demanded, my glowing light flickering as I struggled to control my rage. Decades of plotting were about to be ruined by Marduk's stupid meddling. "Look."

Marduk moved closer to the tapestry. I was the only demon that could summon the weaving of a mortal's life and see the fate of all the vermin spread out before me. I was the only archangel in Hell. Marduk peered at the tapestry, examining the present and then looking towards the probable future.

"Hmm, that isn't what I expected," Marduk admitted. "What did I miss?"

I stabbed at two black threads that violently intersected with Brandon's in a few hours. "Mark's Thralls, Chasity and Noel. Here they lead police officers to raid your cult and capture everyone, including Brandon. They then bring Mark into it and they are all made Thralls. There ends both our plans."

Marduk ringing laugh echoed out his hollow snout. "I guess we'll have to call it a draw, Lucifer."

My radiance flared. This ignorant, bull-headed demon had no idea the scope of my plans or how he would benefit from them. Brandon was the perfect tool. I had spent effort manipulating events to transform Brandon into a lever. And now he was broken by Marduk's childish, small-minded rivalry.

"We have to find a way to stop this."

"Why?" snorted Marduk.

I seized his horn, pulled him to the tapestry, and showed him the future I had envisioned.

Thanks to the Creator's gift, the Archangels are blessed with the foresight of future events. All our lives are entwined, and the Archangels can see the various permutations that can spill out of a single event. Therefore, trust the Ecstasy and know that Providence, directed by the Archangel Gabriel, guides your path. If you keep your faith, you shall not fail against the forces of the Adversary.

--excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

"You got a cute ass," I laughed, pinching Mary's curvy, plump ass as she turned the shower on. "Have I ever told you that?"

"All the time," Mary answered, giving me a fond look. "And I never tire of hearing it."

My cum ran in white rivulets down her legs from her ass and cunt. It made her look so goddamn fucking sexy. I loved watching my seed trickle out of a woman I had just fucked. And seeing it leaking of my Mary just made it hotter. We had just spent the last hour and half making love in every position we could think of, and I came inside every hole my naughty filly had.

I gave her ass a squeeze, enjoying the feel of the plump flesh of her asscheeks.

Mary slapped my hand away.

"Didn't you get enough?" she asked with a pleased smile.

"Never," I answered, pulling her to me and kissing her on the lips. "How could I ever tire of you, Mare?"

"Stop it," Mary half-heartily protested.

Sensing weakness, I kissed her again.

"My family will be here soon. We have to get ready, Mark."

Steam poured from the shower. Mary slipped out of my grasp and into the spray. Warm water splashed on her perfect, naked body, running down her perky, freckled breasts and flat stomach, and matting the fiery heart of pubic hair above the slit of her pussy. She ducked her head under the water, her auburn hair plastering to her body.

I followed her in, pressing up against her back, my hard cock rubbing on her ass and the small of her back, while my hands wrapped around her and found her breasts. She shuddered as I played with her hard nipples. I loved playing with her body. The last week, we had enjoyed every pleasure imaginable.

I would never regret selling my soul to the Devil.

Mary sighed and shuddered as I fondled her. Her nipples were hard points beneath my fingers.

"We don't have time, Mark," she whispered.

"You're just so beautiful," I whispered, kissing her neck. "How can I resist your perfect body?"

Mary turned in my embrace, lust shining in her eyes. I groaned as she grasped my hard cock, stroking it with her wet hand. Her breasts pressed against my chest, perky and delicious. I slid a hand down her wet back and fondled her plump ass again.

"I thought we had to get ready?" I asked, enjoying her hand stroking my cock.

"We do," she whispered, her legs spreading. "My family will be here soon."

Her hands guided my cock to the silky entrance of her pussy. The hot lips of her pussy brushed my cock's head. I groaned as the tip slid into her hole. I couldn't resist experiencing her cunt's tight embrace. I slowly thrust forward, enjoying the silky heat of my love.

"If we need to get ready," I whispered into her ear, "why are you sticking my cock in your delightful pussy?"

"Because, I love it when you're inside me," Mary gasped as I bottomed out in her. "You're so handsome that I just can't resist your seduction. So fuck me! Ride your filly!"

Her lips were on me, her tongue in my mouth. I gripped her hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck, gripping me. I pressed her against the shower wall, the water spraying across us as our hips undulated.

Mary broke the kiss, passionately moaning in my ear. She held me tight, her lithe, slippery body squirming against mine. I groaned as I slowly fucked my woman. Her sweet pussy gripped me. Her thighs tightened and relaxed as she humped back.

"Tonight, I'm going to make love to both my sisters," Mary whispered into my ear. "My bitch of an older sister, Shannon, and little Missy. I'm going to eat their pussies and they're going to eat mine. And then you can fuck them." She gripped my cock harder with her cunt. "Imagine it, the Sullivan girls naked and wet and willing in your bed."

In my mind, Shannon was a more mature Mary, her body ripened by experience, but with the same dimples on her cheeks when she gave me a sultry, beckoning smile. Missy was Mary younger sister, just graduated from high school. Eighteen and youthful, eager to be taken hard by an experience man. I pictured all three writhing together on the bed. Three red-haired beauty's caressing each other as they shared incestuous love.

Who would I have first? The more experienced Shannon, or the youthful and possibly virginal Missy.

"You're the best, Mare," I panted. "So sweet of you to share your sisters."

Mary gave a throaty purr. "After you cum in my sister's naughty cunts, I'm going to eat your tasty jizz out of their twats."

I almost came picturing Mary kneeling before her sister and eating their creampies while I took my filly from behind. Her sister would writhe in pleasure on Mary's skilled tongue. Mary's sister begged in my mind for Mary to eat her nasty cunt harder and better.

Yes, sister! Eat my pussy! Give me a hot orgasm. Oh, this is so wrong. You're my sister, but your mouth feels so delicious. Mmm, once I cum, it'll be my turn to lick your pussy clean, Mary.

"Fuck, Mare!" I panted, my balls tightening, "That's so fucking hot! I can't fucking wait! Here it comes, Mare. You've been a naughty filly!"

"Yes, yes! I can't wait to fuck my sisters!"

Her words shot straight to my balls. They exploded. Cum erupted from my cock. I buried into my naughty filly as I flooded her with load after load of cum. I groaned as the pleasure raced through my body.

"Fuck, fuck, cum in me!" she gasped. "Are you that excited to see me with my sisters?"

"Fuck, yeah," I panted, leaning against her. "Sisters are so hot. Every guy wants to fuck sisters."

"Don't stop fucking me," Mary urged. "I need to cum! Keep fucking, stud! I'm so close!"

Our flesh slapped together as I began fucking her again.

"Are you excited to eat your sister's cunts?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes, I can't wait," she moaned, fucking her hips back into me. "I'm going--"

A knock at the bathroom door interrupted her.

"Yes?" Mary moaned as she humped her hips. She was close to her orgasm.

Mary Sullivan

I was so close to cumming. So who the fuck was at the door interrupting us?

I kept humping against Mark, my cum-filled pussy gripping his shaft. I ground my clit into his groin. My toes curled. I was almost there. I just needed a little bit more. I wasn't about to stop until I came.

The bathroom door opened and someone entered.

"Sorry, Mistress," Thamina, our Arabic slut, apologized through the shower curtain. Thamina was one of the three sluts that were going to serve my family tonight. Desiree, wife of the previous owner of our house, and Fiona, a waitress from Seattle, were the other two. "Your sister, Shannon, and her boyfriend have arrived."

"Figures," I moaned. I was so close to cumming. "She's early. Tell her we're getting ready and will be down soon."

"Shall I tell them why you are delayed?" Thamina asked with amusement.

"Maybe," Mark groaned.

"No," I gasped, Mark's cock slamming deep into me. "And be on your best behavior. Tonight, you're just regular maids, not fuck maids."

"Of course, Mistress," Thamina murmured.

"You will call me Miss Mary in front of my family, slut," I moaned, my thighs squeezing on Mark's cock, "or I'll paddle your ass until it's cherry red and you can't sit down for a week!"

My cunt convulsed on Mark's dick as I pictured Thamina bent over, a paddle in my hand.

"Mmm, your dusky ass jiggling at every blow, your naughty little cunt getting wetter and wetter! Mmm, yes, fuck me harder, Mark!"

"Yes, Mare," growled Mark.

His hands squeezed on my ass. He slammed into me, pushing me hard against the tiles of the shower. I loved it. My clit throbbed every time our groins wetly smacked together. My toes curled. My body trembled.

"Yes, yes!" I screamed as my orgasm burst through me. "My randy stallion! Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!"

Mark kept pounding me as my orgasm rippled through me. Passion consumed me. My cunt kept rippling on my cock as a second orgasm followed the first. It wasn't as strong, but I bucked and writhed against Mark as I savored the pleasure. My cunt milked his thrusting cock. I was hungry for his cum.

"Do you have another load for me?" I moaned.

"Always for my naughty filly," Mark grinned.

"My randy stallion!"

Mark buried into me. I shuddered as his cock erupted again. Hot cum flooded my spasming pussy. Thick, creamy cum. I arched my back as the pleasure burst through me. A wonderful preview for the ecstasy I would experience tonight.

I would make love to both my sisters.

"Damn," Mark panted when we came down from our orgasms.

I nodded, sucking in deep breaths. "Mmm, we should get ready for the fun tonight."

Mark grinned at me. He had corrupted me. It was such a shame that most people were too repressed to fully experience their depraved desires. Instead, they bottled them up in the dark depths of their soul and pretended they didn't exist.

With Mark's powers, we could change that. Plans bubbled in my mind. We would change the world for the better.

Mark Glassner

"You look handsome," Mary smiled when I finished dressing.

I wore a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt with dark-blue pinstripes. I was freshly shaved and wearing a spicy cologne Mary bought for me. She looked me up and down, nodding her head in approval.

She still sat naked at her makeup station, her hair already styled into a lustrous mass of dark-red curls. "And you look beautiful."

Mary grinned at me, flashing her dimples. "I know. I always do."

I adjusted my hard cock in my pants and left Mary to finish getting ready.

Downstairs, voice drifted up from the living room. Fiona walked by wearing a conservative maid outfit. Well, at least conservative compared to the one she usually wore. Tonight, she wore a classic, French maid's outfit, low-cut bodice surrounded by lace, a short skirt with layers of white, frilly petticoats beneath, and fishnet stalkings held up by a garter belt covered her beautiful legs. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the small, white maids cap covered her head. In her hands she held a silver platter, five wine glasses on the tray.

"Master," she greeted, the flushed, "I mean, Mr. Mark."

"Don't let Mary hear you slip up," I warned. "She's looking to paddle someone."

"Thanks for the warning, sir," Fiona smiled.

I followed her into the living room where she placed glasses on coasters that sat on the coffee table. Fiona smiled at Mary's family. "Enjoy."

The two women and three men didn't answer her. They all shifted, glancing first at her, then back at the wine glasses.

"Hi," I said to Mary's family. They had all arrived while Mary and I fooled around upstairs.

"So you're him?" a woman that only had a passing resemblance to Mary asked. Her arms were crossed, her eyes fixed on me.

"I am," I answered. "Shannon?"

The woman nodded. She was taller than Mary, shared a lean face with Mary's father. Her hair was a fiery-red, far brighter than Mary's. If I hadn't expected her, I wouldn't have thought Shannon was Mary's sister at all. She was dressed in tight blue jeans that showed off her firm ass and a lilac, peasant blouse embroidered with small, dark purple flowers down the V neckline.

"And you're Sean?" I asked, turning to the older man.

He shifted, his hands clenching and relaxing. I knew the feeling. I had worked as a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesmen. Even after years of doing the job, being in a strange house was always a little uncomfortable.

Mary's father stood, he was a tall man, a little heavy around the middle. His hair was red, streaked with gray, and tied back in a ponytail. A bright, red beard peppered with gray covered his lean face. His eyes had the same deep shade of green that Mary's possessed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mark," he said, extending his hand.

"Good to meet you, Sean," I answered. He had a firm grip. I noticed a gold wedding band. "Oh, Mary didn't tell me you remarried."

Sean blinked, then looked down at his left hand. "Oh, no. I just..." He sighed. "I'm sure Mary told you about her mother."

"Yeah." I gave an uncomfortable shift.

Mary's mother had ran off when she was six with a musician. Her mom wanted to have fun, so she abandoned her family to whore around with some indie rock band. She had written a detailed letter to her husband describing all the fun she was having with her boyfriend and others. She divorced her husband and signed away her custody rights to her children.

Mary was still hurt by her mother's abandonment.

"Sorry," I said, not sure what else to say to a man who seemed to never have gotten over his whore of a wife running out on him.

"It's fine," Sean shrugged. "You've met my oldest, Shannon."

Shannon gave me a fixed stare, carefully examining me. I licked my lips. I resisted the urge to order them to relax. I knew Mary would want me to refrain from dominating her family more than was necessary.

I jumped when Shannon suddenly leaped to her feet, a warm smile on her neck. She gave me a fierce hug, her large breasts pressing against me through her loose blouse. They felt bigger than Mary's tits. I seemed to have cracked her protectiveness of Mary.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Mark."

I grinned, my cock throbbing. "I'm happy to meet you, too."

Shannon broke the embrace and looked me up and down. "You're better dressed than Mike," she said. "Definitely better."

Mike was the asshole Mary was dating when I met her. He was her high school sweetheart and had taken advantage of her. Mary feared turning into her mother, of becoming a whore and running off with another man, so she stayed with Mike even after he had cheated on her. Well, Mike would spend every day having the girl he cheated on Mary with cuckold him.

Asshole deserved it.

"You better not break her heart, Mark," Shannon warned with a mother's fierceness.

"I won't," I told her. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, flecked with green spots, and intensely bored into me. "I love her."

And then she was all smiles again. "Of course you do."

The youngest, Missy, excitedly stood behind her sister. Missy looked like a younger version of Mary, the same heart-shaped, freckled face, but with blue eyes. Her hair was lighter, a strawberry-blonde, gathered in two pigtails. She was gangly, still filling out as she entered adulthood. She squealed happily and through her arms around my neck.

"Oh my gosh!" Missy exclaimed. "I can't wait for the wedding! I've always wanted a big brother!" Her wet lips pressed quickly on my cheek, then she squealed again and jumped back.

"I...well...It's nice to meet you, Missy," I stammered, thrown off by her enthusiasm.

Her body had felt so nice pressed up against me. I loved the small breasts and lithe frame of a young woman. My cock was even harder in my pants. I knew I would fuck both of these women tonight. I wanted to do it right now, but Mary wanted a nice, normal dinner with her family first.

Plus, Mary deserved the first taste of her sisters. It was only fair.

"Well, I'm George, Shannon's boyfriend," a man, about my age, said, hand extended.

He had short, black hair, the kind of haircut you see on a business man. He was dressed nicely in gray slacks and buttoned-down white shirt beneath a gray vest. A matching fedora was perched on his head and I almost laughed. He was trying to look smooth and not quite pulling it off.

I shook his hand. He had a limp grip.

"You have a great house. Mary never said what you do?" George gave a laugh. "I mean, besides not being a terrorist."

"Definitely not a terrorist," I lied with a smile. "I made my money in poker games. I'm a gambler."

"Not a bank thief?" Sean asked. "Or whatever the FBI claims about you?"

"Of course I'm not a terrorist," I said, my voice firm. Any lingering doubts vanished from their minds. I loved my powers. "It was a misunderstanding. You can ask Mary. She was with me when some of those 'robberies' happened. Of course, it didn't stop the FBI from breaking down my door and scaring us."

"Right," Sean nodded. "My Mary wouldn't be involved with a bank robber."

God, it was getting hard to hold a straight face. Mary didn't even object when I told her about robbing a bank. In fact, she got wet and excited, and we fucked hard. She had a part of her that loved bad boys.

"Besides, I showed you the interview with that asshole FBI agent, Dad," Shannon smiled.

"It so exciting," Missy giggled. "All my friends thought my sister was involved with a terrorist. Some of them have a big crush on you, Mark."

From the way she smiled, it was more than her friends that had a crush.

The last guest, sipping at his wine, was Missy's age, eighteen. He slouched, clearly uncomfortable. He wore a red hoodie and blue jeans, his left ear was pierced and his hair was long and shaved at the sides. He looked like he wanted to pop up the hood of his sweater and just vanish

I glanced at him, raising my eyebrows as he seemed ti wiggle, almost like he was trying to vanish into the sofa.

"This is Damien," Missy exclaimed. "We've been dating forever! Ever since the spring sock hop in April! He's the best!"

Missy plopped down beside her boyfriend and gave him the glassy-eyed stare of young puppy love. Damien smiled at her, and then he noticed Desiree striding past the living room as she bustled in the kitchen, her large breasts jiggling in her low cut top.

I grinned in agreement. That was a delicious sight.

Agent Noel Heinrich -- Fife, WA

Chief Simmons had his men assembled in a briefing room when Chasity and I arrived at the Fife Police Department. Thirty cops in riot gear and black jumpsuits sitting at the rows of cheap desks. Their faces were all puzzled as Chasity and I strode in, the room buzzing with conversations.

"Chief Simmons," Chasity nodded, reaching out to shake the man's hand. He was tall, his back ramrod straight in his naval-blue uniform. He was one of those chiefs that dressed like his patrol officers to build solidarity.

"Officer Vinter." He turned to me and almost crushed my hand. I didn't wince; I had experienced enough men trying to alpha male that way. "Agent Heinrich. Whenever you're ready."

The room quieted.

"The FBI has been tracking a dangerous cult in Fife for a few months," I said as Chasity set up the projector. She had a flash drive with surveillance and satellite pictures I download at work. "They worship a Sumerian god or demon known as Marduk."

Someone chortled.

"I know it sounds ridiculous," I smiled. "But their leader, Xavier Donovan, has been collection weapons, thus attracting the FBI and ATF's attention. Last night, we learned word that they accepted a mur*er for hirer contract by an unknown subject. We feel that this plot could trigger at any moment, so we need to have these men arrested ASAP."

"And why aren't the FBI conducting this raid?" an officer asked.

"Because mur*er-for-hirer isn't covered by the US Code or Statutes. It is a local matter, and your police department has jurisdiction. Chief Simmons has offered to lead this raid."

The Chief nodded. "This is very important. When Officer Vinter and Agent Heinrich briefed me, I agreed that this needed to be handled as soon as possible. We will go in tonight and arrest these men."

"What's our probable cause?" another cop asked. "Unless we have a warrant?"

I grit my teeth. Master needed to get a judge under his power. "We have an immediate threat to a person's life. I think that should satisfy probable cause."

Enough cops frowned. They knew case law enough to know we were skirting on the edge of an illegal arrest. I really didn't care. Once they were arrested, Master could speak to the cult, dominate them with his powers, and we would get to the bottom of the threat.​