Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The custom jewelry I had ordered last week had been ready since yesterday. I had been too busy fucking Antsy to pick it up. When we picked these up, I ordered one for April, so it would be a few days before she got hers.

I pulled out the first box as the sluts all stared with eager excitement. I smiled at them as I opened up the box. Inside was a gold choker. Lillian's name, written with emeralds, adorned the front and underneath was engraved, "Mark and Mary's slut forever."

"Lillian, you are our slut forever," I proclaimed, holding up the choker.

"Master," Lillian smiled as she stepped up.

Her black hair was streaked with blue and purple highlights and tied in two pigtails. Her face was pale, with black lipstick and dark mascara. Her lip, eyebrow, and nose were pierced with delicate, gold rings. She trembled when I clasped the choker tight about her pale throat.

"Beautiful," I whispered.

Lillian fingered it. "Now everyone will know who I belong to," she whispered, tears glistening at her eyes. "Thank you, Master. I'm so happy you came into my work and made me yours!"

Lillian, always an obedient and loving slut, knelt down and rubbed her face against my hardening cock. My zipper rasped, my boxers were pulled down, and Lillian fished my cock out, her tongue happily licking at the crown.

I groaned as Mary fished out the next box, opening it up. Inside was a silver choker with a sapphire name. "Noel."

Noel's gray-blue eyes shone with happiness. Mary brushed aside her sandy-blonde hair as she put the choker around Noel's neck and then kissed the FBI slut on the lips. I drank in the sight of my fiancee kissing her as Lillian's mouth hungrily swallowed my cock.

"Thank you, Mistress." Noel dropped to her knees, pushed up Mary's skirt, and buried her face between my fiancee's thighs. Mary smiled, rubbing her hand through Noel's sandy hair as the slut devoured her pussy.

I pulled out the next box and opened it. "Willow."

Our doctor slut stepped up and her caramel cheeks darkened in joy as I placed the gold and ruby choker about her neck. She fell to her knees and joined Lillian. Willow's tongue licked down to my balls and sucked them into her mouth.

"Xiu," groaned Mary, pulling out a silver and emerald choker.

The Chinese slut stepped up. Mary sealed the choker tight about Xiu's neck and kissed her hard on the mouth. Xiu then moved around Mary, fell to her knees, and rimmed my fiancee's ass. Xiu's black hair shook as she worked her face between Mary's butt-cheeks.

I groaned and ran my hand through Willow's straight-black hair. "Violet."

The schoolgirl, her pigtails swinging about her bare shoulders, stepped up to me, a tremulous smile on her lips. I placed the gold and amethyst choker about her throat. She gave me an enthusiastic kiss as tears fell down her cheeks then glanced down at my cock.

There was no room for her.

Violet walked over to April and took her hand. "So, you're our new slut-sister?"

April nodded shyly.

"You're so cute with these glasses," Violet told her, stroking her face then the two schoolgirls kissed.

My balls tightened as Lillian and Willow loved and worshiped my cock. The little sluts were taking turns sucking my cock into their mouths, passing the back and forth and kissed them in between. I groaned as Violet knelt and lifting April's skirt. She pulled down a pair of white panties.

"Oh, that's good," moaned April as Violet devoured the new slut's cunt.

Violet was a sweet girl.

"Alison," Mary smiled, then she gave me a mischievous grin, pleased to give our first slut her gold and diamond choker.

"Mistress," Alison breathed.

Mary and Alison kissed once the choker was tight about Alison's neck. Mary held her tight, her body shuddering and shivering. My naughty filly had already cum on Xiu and Noel's lips. Noel noisily drank down my fiancee's cream while Mary moaned into her kiss with Alison.

It was such a beautiful sight. Sister Theodora almost robbed me of this with her stunt using my sister.

"She'll join Karen," I growled, "and be our devoted slut."

My balls boiled. Willow moaned in delight as the first blast of cum filled her mouth. The doctor slut pulled her lips away and aimed my dick at Lillian's face. The next blast of cum splattered across Lillian's smiling lips and the final painted Willow's cheeks.

"Thank you, Master," Lillian purred and then licked my cum off Willow's cheek.

Willow returned the favor.

I grabbed the next choker. "Korina."

The busty, doll-faced slut moved to me, her breasts jiggling above the sling holding her hurt arm. She stopped before me and lifted her chin, eager to have her gold choker studded with opals bound tight about her neck.

"How was the doctor's appointment?" I asked.

Yesterday, Korina had an appointment with her doctor, but I was too eager to fuck Antsy to check up on her when I got back home last night from Seattle. These women were devoted to me. Korina had almost been killed because of me. I had to care.

"I'll get the sling off next week, Master," Korina answered with a smile. "And I have to go to physical therapy three times a week."

I caressed her doll's face. "I haven't fucked you since you got hurt, have I?"

"No, Master," Korina said, a smile on her beautiful, doll's face. Her blue eye's sparkled with lust. "I haven't been up to it. Thank you for understanding, Master."

"Do you feel up to it now?" My dick ached as I gazed at her. Her breasts were so lovely.

"I do, Master," she cooed. "Xiu's been licking my pussy for a few days, but I need your cock in me, again, Master, if that will make you happy. We just have to be careful."

"I don't want to hurt you," I told her, stroking her face.

Korina took my hand and led me to the recliner. I sank down and she carefully straddled my waist. Her large tits swayed, partially covered by her left arm in the sling. Her sweet musk filled my nose. She was wet.

"Master," she purred as she slid her tight cunt down my cock.

Korina's face transformed as she undulated her hips and rose back up my cock. Her pussy was tight, warm, and so very wet. She didn't ride me fast, but agonizingly slow. My dick throbbed inside her pussy as she worked her cunt up and down the shaft.

I gripped her waist, careful not to jostle her arm as she picked up her pace. Her head leaned back, her chocker flashing about her throat, and let out another moan. She gripped my cock with her pussy then relaxed it as she slid down my shaft.

"Oh, Master! Your cock feels so good inside me," Korina moaned. "Oh, thank you! Mmm, I missed this so much!"

Mary smiled at me and pulled out the next choker.

It was wonderful to be back inside Korina. Her hips never rode me too fast. She kept it slow, almost teasing me as she made love to my cock. Her sweet musk filled my nose. Her juices coated my cock. They dripped out of her pussy.

Sometimes she would wince, her wounded arm jostled, and her pussy would clenched down tight on my cock. A shuddering moan would escape her lips and the pain would vanish instantly, replaced by the pleasure of riding my cock.

"You are so tight, slut," I growled. "Keep riding me. Make your master cum with your slutty pussy."

"Yes," she moaned in delight.

The chair creaked and groaned. The other sluts who had their chokers watched us, fingering their new jewelry. Xiu was the most attentive, pulling on her butterfly piercings and stretching out her nipples as she watched Korina ride me, such obvious joy in Xiu's eyes.

"You feel so good on my cock," I moaned. "Wet and velvety tight! I missed you, slut."

A smile played on Korina's lips. She bent over, careful not to jostle her arm, and kissed me on the lips. I moaned into her kiss, my hands sliding around her waist to squeezed her ass. Her tongue flicked across my lips, then pushed into my mouth as she let out a shuddering moan.

Her slow pace was amazingly sweet as her pussy walls rubbed velvety against my cock's head. Every slow rise and fall of her cunt on my cock brought me closer and closer to cumming. My balls tingled and I fought the urge to fuck her up and down my cock.

It was a different experience.

Korina broke our kiss, resting her forehead against mine. "Are you going to cum in my pussy, Master?"

"Yes," I groaned. "This is so hot. I'm so close."

"Good," she moaned. "Cum in my pussy. My pussy only exists to please you, Master."

"Slut!"

"Yes," she smiled, her pussy clenching down on my cock. "Yes, yes, yes." Her voice grew breathy. Her hips undulated a little faster.

The slut was eager to cum.

My hands tightened on her hips. My balls ached. "Fuck, I'm going to flood your slutty cunt!" I grunted. "You ready for my cum?"

"Always!" she shrieked, throwing her head back. "Cum in me, Master! Use my body as your cum dump! Fill my naughty cunt with your spunk!"

Her hips moved faster and faster as her orgasm neared. She no longer cared about the pain; she was too close to cumming to feel the pain. Her head threw back, her eyes squeezed shut, and she let out a low, throaty moan as her cunt contracted on my cock. She slammed down on my cock, burying me all the way into her cunt.

"Slut," I growled as my cum boiled out into her cunt. "My slut."

"Yes, yes, yes," she shuddered in delight as my jizz flooded her.

I groaned, savoring the pleasure shooting through my body. Her lips kissed mine as her pussy milked my cock. She shuddered and squirmed, and then she fell still as the last blast of my cum flooded her pussy.

"Oh, thank you, Master," she murmured. "Thank you for your cum."

The last of the chokers were handed out. Fiona smiled as she watched Korina climb off my dick. Fiona had a silver choker with her name written in yellow heliodors tight about her throat. She rubbed at her pussy, shuddering as she came herself.

"Here," Xiu smiled. She helped Korina off of me, kissed her tenderly, and led her over to the couch, sitting the doll-faced slut down. Xiu knelt on the floor and licked my cum out of Korina's cunt.

I smiled at the sight. Xiu's short, maid's skirt had ridden up, exposing her light-olive cheeks of her ass. I could see her brown, puckered asshole winking at me. Xiu loved to have her unlubed asshole fucked.

She was a pain slut.

I surveyed the living room. Mary was naked now, lying atop Chasity, tribbing with our cop slut. Chasity had a gold choker, her name written with rubies, around her throat. Desiree and Alison were sixty-nining. April went down on Violet this time while Lillian devoured Willow's cunt, my cum licked clean from both of their faces. Karen, a silver and amethyst choker about her neck, kissed Jessica, a gold choker set with sapphires tight about her caramel throat. Thamina sidled up to Fiona and the pair shared a hot kiss.

I knelt behind Xiu. My cock was lubed with Korina's cunt, so it wouldn't be as painful an ass fucking as Xiu craved. I smiled, looking around the room. The debauchery was so wonderful, so amazing. Women gasped and moaned as they loved each other.

I almost lost all of this.

If Mary had not freed me from the nun's spell, I would have been chained to one cunt for the rest of my life. There was only one cunt I could be satisfied with for the rest of my life, and it wasn't my little sister. I caught her green eyes as she tribbed against Chasity's cunt.

Mary smiled back at me. She was so beautiful. I could be happy only with her.

I needed to speak with Karen about this new nun, Theodora. And about the golden thread that I saw touching Mary's aura. But Xiu's ass felt too good on my cock for me to be worried about that right now. There would be plenty of time later on tonight or tomorrow to talk with Karen.

"Oh, fuck me Master!" Xiu moaned. "I love your cock up my slutty ass!"

I smiled; I was home, balls deep in a slut's ass.

Though Brandon Fitzsimmon's betrayal of Doug Allard was a heinous crime, it set into motion a series of events that ended with the Tyrants' downfall.

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

Mary Sullivan

"Master!" Jessica shouted half in a panic as she burst into the living room and turned on the television.

I half sat up in Mark's arms as we cuddled on the couch as Jessica, completely naked, changed the channel. The orgy had wound down, the sluts were scattered about the room napping, their holes leaking with Mark's cum. Everyone of the sluts wanted to get fucked by my fiance and to lick my pussy.

It had been a wild few hours.

"What?" Mark asked, sitting up behind me.

"I got a tip KING 5 news is about to run a story about you, Master," Jessica answered, backing away from the TV now that it was turned to Channel 5. Jessica was a reporter for KIRO 7. Mark claimed he recruited her to keep tabs on the media, but I knew the truth--he saw a pretty face and a hot body. "It's suppose to lead the eleven o'clock news."

The credits for a TV show raced across the screen. KING 5 was the local NBC affiliate for Seattle. Then the news music played, and an announcer touted the professional and trustworthy nature of the anchors before it cut to the studio.

"Good evening, I'm Larry Siemen," the male anchor introduced.

"And I'm Natalie Kramer, bringing you Seattle's best news. Tonight, we are joined by investigative reporter, Carlos Guiterrez, for an explosive story about sex, bank robberies, terrorism, and corruption in Pierce County."

"Thank you, Natalie," a middle-aged Hispanic said, a wide shot showing him setting to the anchors' right. "Nearly two weeks ago in the city of Puyallup, Mark Glassner," a surveillance photo of Mark at the Buy Best appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, "used an as yet unidentified gas causing the now famous Best Buy Incident. We all know about Mark Glassner and those that defend and praise his actions. Even in our own field, at a competitors new stations, Mark's biggest cheerleaders can be found."

"Yes," the female anchor interjected. "Jessica St. Pierre's actions have definitely stretched the bounds of unbiased reporting."

"Last Thursday, the FBI raided Mark Glassner's house," Carlos said. "They wore chemical gear to protect themselves from his gas when they entered his house. And then, dramatically, emerged without even arresting Mark. In fact, the lead agent exonerated Mark in his explosive interview with Jessica St. Pierre."

"The FBI said they were mistaken, that Mark Glassner wasn't the person responsible for these crimes," the male anchor said. "As I understand it, Mark is no longer a suspect in the Buy Best Incident and may have even been a victim of whatever happened there."

"We have a clip of that interview with Agent Peterson," the female anchor smiled.

The screen shifted to Agent Peterson

"Mark Glassner is an innocent man," Peterson said. "It was all my fault. I was too eager to make an arrest in the case, I didn't use good judgment and our raid has terrorized an innocent man and his family."

Mark chuckled. He was rather pleased for making Peterson say that.

"I have documents here," Carlos said, holding up some papers, "from a source in the Justice Department that show Agent Peterson being detained and investigated. The FBI had concrete evidence on Mr. Glassner, yet Peterson, after raiding Mr. Glassner's house, claimed he was innocent."

"The FBI thinks their Agent was bribed by Mr. Glassner?" the female reporter asked in astonishment.

"Possibly," Carlos answered. "They first suspected he was suffering from the gas, but nothing could be found in his system. The FBI is shifting away from the gas theory. Mr. Glassner has stolen over forty million dollars. And money is only one of the ways he can pay for silence."

"Wow, that is unbelievable," the male anchor said. "What is the other way?"

"Sex." Carlos paused, letting the salacious word resonated.

"Or I just tell people what to do," laughed Mark. "Maybe I should talk to this Carlos, make him say a few things."

"Maybe," I nodded, my stomach twisting. I did not like the tone of this interview.

"Today, I received a series of surveillance photos from Brandon Fitzsimmons," Carlos said. "The house the FBI raided is owned by Brandon Fitzsimmons, who claims his wife is living with Mr. Glassner. Mr. Fitzsimmons had hired a private investigator to watch the house and the P.I. caught the entire raid on film."

"That son of a bitch," Mark growled. "I knew he's been causing problems. We need to find him."

"What did he mean, watching us?" I demanded.

On the screen, a video played, showing the backyard and left side of our house. A little of the front yard could also be seen and the cul-de-sac in front of the house. You could just make out police cars and swat vans parked before our house in the gray, pre-dawn light.

My blood chilled. You could also see in through the dining room windows and our, worse, bedroom's window. You could see our bed. Mark's hand tightened on my shoulder.

"Master, that had to be taken from one of the houses on Shaw Road," Noel said in alarm as she stood.

"Figure out which," Mark snarled, anger burning inside me.

"Yes, Master," Chasity and Noel gasped as headed for the back of the house.

"The interesting part came after the Pierce County Sheriff Department's SWAT officers raided the house on the FBI's behalf," Carlos continued.

Photos appeared, close up of various windows on the rear and side of the house. You could see SWAT officers in various states of undress fucking our sluts, blurred to hide any nudity. That morning, Mark had let the sluts fuck the SWAT officers. He liked supporting the boys in blue, and they deserved a little release. Even I got in on the fun, dominating a pair of strapping officers.

It was fun dominating weak men who thought they were strong.

"What am I watching here?" the female anchor asked, her eyes wide with shock.

"In the surveillance photo's we've received there are upwards of a dozen women living in the house," Carlos answered. "They are in various states of undress, and they appear to be giving sexual favors to the SWAT officers as some sort of bribes."

"This is just astounding," the male reported stated. "To think an entire unit of SWAT officers and an FBI agent would engage in this sort of behavior. It's just disappointing."

"Two FBI agents," Carlos corrected. A picture of Noel appeared on the screen. "Special Agent Noel was also on the raid, and has appeared in many of the surveillance photos of the house in various states of undress, engaging in sex acts, along with Jessica St. Pierre, the KIRO 7 reporter whom Agent Peterson gave his original interview to."

A picture of Chasity appeared on the screen, her naked tits fuzzed out.

"How long have we been watched?" I whispered, trembling in disgust. I felt violated.

"This is Officer Chasity Vinter of the Puyallup Police Department, also seen in surveillance tapes participating in the sex acts. There have been reports of unusual activity around the Shaw Road vicinity of Puyallup for the last week, and these reports have fallen on the deaf ears of the Puyallup Police Department."

Chasity and Noel returned. "Master, we think we know which house is surveilling us."

"Take all the guards and raid that house!" Mark snarled. "Bring me whomever or whatever you find! And where is my phone?"

"Who are you calling?" I asked as Mark stood up.

"The Sheriff. He needs to be warned."

Mark had all the local law enforcement heads under his control, including the Pierce County Sheriff.

"Here you go, Master," gasped Alison, racing up with his cell phone. He dialed as I sat on the couch, watching all the pictures. Now they were showing the night Karen attacked us. We let the sluts fuck the cops when I took Mark to the hospital.

"Have you seen the news report on Channel 5?" Mark demanded angrily, holding his phone in front of him. He clearly had it on speaker. He sat beside me on the couch.

"Yeah, just caught the end of it," Sheriff Erkhart answered. "This is bad, Mr. Glassner."

"Put out an APB on Brandon Fitzsimmons," I hissed.

"Yes," Mark added. "I let him have his independence, and this is how he repays me? I want him found and dragged before me!"

"I'm on it, sir," the Sheriff answered.

Mark hung up.

"He's been watching us, Mark," I snarled, my anger and disgust boiling out of me. "You can see our bedroom in these photos."

"Brandon's going to regret this," I told her. "Fuck, we're going to have to do a lot of damage control." I squeezed my fists. "When I get my fucking hands on him, he's going to howl!"

Doug Allard

My phone rang. I sat up, the side of my face sticky with drool. I had fallen asleep, resting my cheek on the desk, while watching Mark's house. I glanced at the monitors. On the infrared, Mark and his women were all in the living room still, recovering from their hours long orgy. I snagged my phone and stretched as I answered. Nothing interesting had happened since Mark and Mary's return.

Just an orgy, and that happened every day it seemed.

"Did you forget to call back?" my wife asked.

"Sorry, Tina," I answered, fighting off a yawn. "I fell asleep."

"So, did Mary stop the nun's plan?" My wife sounded eager. She wanted Mark to be stopped just as badly as I did, and not just because she missed having me home for the last week.

"Yeah, she did," I sighed. "Everything is back to normal. They had an orgy to celebrate and there's even a new girl roped into his harem."

"And you're safe, right?" my wife asked.

"You know I am. You've seen the rental house I'm stashed in. Mark can't possibly know I'm here."

Outside, doors banged opened. I looked out the window, not hearing what my wife said. Noel and Chasity stood naked on the front lawn while in the surrounding houses on the street, the bodyguard were piling out.

"What is going on?" I muttered.

"Are you there, Doug?" my wife shouted.

"Oh, sorry, Tina, something's going. I'm putting you on speaker." I hit the button and set my phone down before I grabbed a pair of binoculars and stared outside at Mark's front yard.

"You're safe, right?" Tina's voice sounded shrill on speaker. "This Mark guy your watching, he was just on the news."

I frowned, watching as the bodyguard piled into their patrol cars.

"What's this about the news, honey?"

The lights on a half-dozen cop cars turned on, flooding the night with strobing red and blue lights. My stomach twisted. Where were the bodyguard heading in such a hurry? What had spooked Mark and Mary so badly? Were they under attack?

"They had pictures from your surveillance on the news," Tina continued. "This guy sounds dangerous, are you sure you're safe?"

My stomach sank, adrenaline pumped icily through my veins as I realized where the bodyguard were heading. "Shit, I got to go, Tina."

I snagged my cell phone, swiped the screen off, and thrust it into my pocket. Then I grabbed my laptop, ripping out the cable connecting my laptop to the USB hub all my surveillance equipment was hooked into and ran for the stairs.

"Shit, shit, shit," I snarled as I raced for the front door. My heart hammered in my chest. "Fuck! What the fuck did you do, Brandon?"

There was only one way the news could have gotten my surveillance pics. That fucking moron had to give it to them. He didn't even tell me. Did he think Mark couldn't figure out where those pictures were taken from?

I grabbed the front door handle. Tires squealed outside and police lights flashed through the front windows. My heart sank. There was no going out that way. I grunted and bolted for the empty dining room and the glass sliding door that led to the backyard.

Behind me, the front door splintered in and booted feet pounded into the house. Women shouted, "Police!"

I ran down the hallway for the dining room. I knew my exit routes. In the backyard was a pile of wood leaned against the fence. It provided a makeshift ladder that would get me over the fence and into the neighbor's yard. My own car was parked a few houses down the street. I just needed to be quick and I could get away.

I reached the dining room, the sliding glass door in sight. I would make it. And then my hopes were dashed away as two bodyguards appeared out of the darkness and reached the sliding glass door, their guns drawn.

"Fuck!" I was trapped. I turned to face Mark's bodyguard pouring in the front door. "Goddamn fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons!"

"Police!" the lead cop shouted. It was Chasity, a gold choker about her throat, naked save for a bulletproof vest. She had her gun leveled at me. "Hand's on your head! Do it now!"

I slowly set my laptop down and put my hands on top of my head. Then I knelt on the linoleum. Noel, also naked, walked up, grasped my wrist, and handcuffed me. Anger boiled inside me as fear pumped through my veins. Tina's face appeared in my mind. I clutched onto it as I trembled facing down the barrel of the gun. These women used to be cops. Now they belonged to Mark Glassner. What would happen to me?

Would they kill me? Or was I about to become Mark Glassner's bitch? I wasn't sure what was worse.

Please, god, I prayed, let me see my wife again. Please!
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