Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Did Sister Theodora Mariam understand the road she was about to tread upon? There is no evidence she hesitated once. She had no idea the road ended at the bloody False Miracle. Surely if she did, she never would have embarked upon her plan.

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

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- SeaTac, WA

The first lesson Sister Louise Afra had taught me when she inducted me into the Sisters of Mary Magdalene was, "Never pass up a hottie when on a mission. Providence guides us. Plus, you can have so much fun."

I knew that Sister Louise meant a beautiful woman, but I wasn't gay. I did enjoy women, and I had spent a wonderful month with Sister Louise as I recovered from my ordeal at the hands of the Warlock. Kurt was the asshole who had stolen me from my husband and ruined my life. So while I hoped for a hottie today, it was hot guy not a hot girl I hoped for.

Today, when I arrived in SeaTac to take on the Warlocks Mark and Mary, I had met such a hottie. Well, hottie wasn't the right word for Curtis. But he was a cute guy, fit and tall with brilliant, blue eyes that could melt the panties off the most prudish girl. He had flirted with me as we waited for our luggage to arrive.

I needed a hotel room, or any place to stay, and when Curtis invited me up to his room, I didn't hesitate. Providence had guided me to my destination and even rewarded me with a handsome stud to pass the time with while I waited for my next orders. The Prayer of Avvah had failed and Mark had somehow broken free from his sister. Gabriel the Archangel's words troubled me.

A far messier plan.

"Well, here we are," Curtis smiled when we reached his hotel room. His cock bulged his khaki slacks. His eyes flicked up and down my body. I could see it in my smile, he still wondered if I was truly going to fuck him.

I was such an easy girl.

"Mmm, I can't wait to see the bed," I purred, my pussy on fire, soaking my panties beneath my sundress. I didn't have to dress like a nun when I was on a mission.

In fact, seducing Warlocks was the easiest way to exorcise them, so the sexier I appeared, the easier my task would be.

The electric lock whirred. Curtis opened the door and then swept me up in his arms. His lips were on me, pinning me against the wall of the short hallway that led into the room. The door closed behind him as I melted against him, moaning into his kiss.

"Damn, you are hot," he groaned between kisses while his hands roamed my body.

"So are you," I purred, my fingers sliding up and down his chest. He had muscles beneath his dress shirt.

His hands found the hem of my sundress. I didn't fight as he ripped it up over my head, disturbing my blonde curls. My round breasts bounced free, naked and my nipples hards. His hands found them as he kissed me again. I groaned, his fingers rolling my nipples. I undulated while my pussy soaked my panties.

Curtis broke the kiss, his eyes wild with lust. He took me by the hand, dragging me deeper into the room. He reached the bed and pushed me down, growling like a hungry animal. I had unleashed his passions. He threw his watch, cell phone, and keys on the nightstand as he stared down at me

"Mmm, you make me so wet," I purred, writhing my thighs together. "Want to see?"

"Yes." He moved to the foot of the bed and seized my panties and hauled them off my waist. He wasn't gentle.

My pussy clenched and I moaned as he spread my legs wide apart. He gazed at my pussy adorned by a neatly trimmed, blonde bush, my lips drenched in my juices. My spicy cream perfumed the air as his hands slid up my thigh, the mattress creaking as he crawled on it.

"I'm going to eat you up, slut."

"Slut," I groaned, savoring the word. "Devour me. Gobble me up. Make me cum and then slam that big cock in me."

Curtis's lips buried into my pussy. He licked and sucked as he devoured me. His tongue flailed through my pussy. My hips bucked. My back arched. The rough stubble on his cheeks teased my sensitive flesh as he worked his tongue deep into my snatch, fucking me hard.

The man loved pussy.

"Oh, gosh, yes," I gasped. "Devour me, Curtis. Mmm, yes. Love my pussy."

The bed creaked as I humped against his hungry lips. My body shifted and undulated. My fingers found my nipples. I rolled my stiff, pink nubs between my fingers. I tugged and pulled on them, shooing pleasure down to my boiling pussy.

His licks were noisy. His hands squeezed and gripped my thighs as he worked his lips and tongue through my pussy. He wanted to tame me. He wanted to make me scream his name. He was the kind of man that took pride in making a woman explode.

I would fuck Curtis hard tonight.

"That's it," I gasped. "Keep doing that. I'm going to cum so hard on your lips."

His blue eyes flashed at me. I bit my lip as a hot tremble raced through me. My pussy clenched around his probing tongue while his fingers slid around and found my clit. My eyes widened and a powerful spasm shot through me.

My orgasm exploded.

"Curtis!"

My pussy spasmed. My juices squirted into his hungry mouth. I thrashed and gasped as the pleasure hammered my body. My back arched and I stared at the wall rising over my head as the bliss consumed me.

"You stud! Yes!"

He kept licking me. He wasn't satisfied with giving me one orgasm--he wanted to give me many.

I didn't complain.

"Oh, yes. Keep licking me. Oh, fuck. Yes, right there. That's it. Oh, damn, yes. Oh, yes. I can't...oh, gosh, yes. I'm going to...again. Yes, Curtis! Yes!"

Another orgasm rippled through me on the heels of the first. My toes curled beneath the assault of bliss. My gasps hyperventilated out of me. I pulled hard on my nipples as I screamed through clenched teeth, drowning in the pleasure of his pussy-licking skills.

"Oh, yes, Oh, darn, yes, Curtis. Oh, gosh, that's good. Mmm, so good." My pussy clenched. "But I need more. I need you in me. I need you to fuck me, Curtis."

He grinned and licked his lips as he rose. He waited for that. He wanted me to beg for his cock.

"That's right," I purred, feeling so sexy as he crawled up my body. The pleasure still coursed through me. "Mmm, take me, stud. Let me feel that big cock stretching out my tight pussy. You'll explode so hard inside of me."

"You are a rare woman, Theodora," he grinned before he kissed me.

I savored my spicy juices on his lips. I moaned into his kiss as his hands kneaded my breasts. His strong fingers pinched and pulled on my nub. My fingers worked the buttons off his shirt, unveiling his muscular body beneath.

"Mmm," I purred as he reared up to rip off his shirt. "You work out. Most business men don't look that good."

He grinned. "And look at you. Perfect. I never met a girl your age so wild."

"I'm older than I look," I purred.

His lips were on me again. I groaned and writhed, rubbing my wet pussy into his slacks. I worked my hands down his muscular side, eager to fish that cock out and feel it inside of me. I unbelted him then unfastened his slacks.

My hand slid into his pants and squeezed his cock through his boxers.

"That's it, slut," he groaned. "Pull me out. It's what you want."

I did want it. I shoved my hands into the waistband of his boxers and gripped his throbbing dick. I caressed the sensitive tip, loving how he shuddered, then fished his dick out. I stroked him while we kissed, my pussy clenching, eager for his girth.

He rolled us over onto his back, his hard cock prodding at my sopping cunt as I humped against him. His hands slid around, grasping my ass as I ground on him. He throbbed beneath my aching clit. I humped, trying to get his dick in me.

I broke the kiss and reached beneath, grasping his cock.

"Go for a ride, slut," he grinned. "I love watching a woman ride my dick. Then you can really see how slutty they are when they have to work for their pleasure."

"Mmm, I bet," I moaned as I straightened up. I lifted up on my knees and guided his dick to my entrance. "Damn, I need this in me."

His hands grasped my hips and shoved me down. "There you go, slut."

"Yes," I gasped as dick stretched me out.

I wiggled my hips a few times, getting used to his girth, then I slowly rode his cock, enjoying the delightful feeling of his dick's head rubbing up against the sensitive flesh of my pussy. My hips and thighs moved faster, my pussy squeezing down on his dick as the pleasure rippled through me.

His hands slid up to my breasts, squeezing them before they slid back down to my hips. He reached around, squeezing my ass as I moved faster and faster. Pleasure crossed his face, spurring me to fuck him harder, to make him cum.

"You've got a tight, fucking pussy, Theodora!" he groaned. "Goddamn, this is my lucky day!"

"I love how your big cock is stretching my pussy!" I cooed. His wasn't the biggest cock I had fucked, that dubious honor went to a Warlock I once exorcised. The prick had wished for a huge cock, and I was sore for a week after I defeated the bastard. But Curtis has a nice, thick cock.

I would cum hard on it.

His phone rang, blaring a pop song I didn't recognize. I may look eighteen, but I was forty-four and a teenager of the eighties. He groaned, glancing at his phone on the nightstand. His right hand reached for it.

"Just ignore it," I groaned, closing my eyes and savoring how thick he felt in me.

"I can't," he panted. "Shit, you're good. But I have to get this."

I couldn't believe this guy. He answered the phone while he had a hot chick riding his cock. Well, I wasn't about to stop. My pussy savored his dick stretching me out. I would cum so hard on him. There was no way I was missing out.

"Hey, babe," Curtis had said, holding his phone in his right hand while he used his left hand to shush me.

On his ring finger was a faint line left by a wedding ring. The asshole was married and speaking to his wife while I rode him. A strange, hot thrill ran through me as I slowed my hips. I squeezed my pussy as I slid up his shaft, drinking in the sensations while his face twisted with pleasure.

"Yeah, I just got into the hotel room. The baggage claim took forever. Uh-huh. I love you, too. Thanks for checking in, babe." He sounded so sweet and caring as he spoke to his wife. You couldn't tell his cheating cock was in my tight pussy.

I kept riding him, reveling in the thrill. His wife had no idea I was on his cock. I clenched my teeth and fought a groan, my orgasm swelling. I wasn't the one cheating on my spouse, so why should I feel guilty? I had my indulgence--nothing I did was a sin until I finished my mission.

It should be his wife riding his cock, not me. I was taking her place, and she had no idea. Tonight, this cock belonged to me. It would stay in my pussy until it erupted into me, flooding my hot pussy with the seed that should be planted in his wife's fertile cunt.

My orgasm almost exploded through me.

"Yeah, it was a long flight and I'm beat," Curtis said to his wife, his eyes rooted to my heaving breasts. He reached up with his left hand to cup my tit before rolling my nipple pleasantly between his fingers; my pussy clenched on his shaft. "I'll probably watch some TV and then crash."

My orgasm neared, and I grit my teeth and tried not to make too much noise as I came on his cock. This was so exciting, so fucking hot. My body shuddered, my pussy milking his dick as I listened to the intimate conversation between husband and wife.

The naughty thrill got me off so fast. I wanted more.

I kept riding his cock and grinding my clit into his groin, hoping to get another cum out of him. His fingers pinched and rolled my nipple, his eyes burning with lust as I tossed back my head and let out a low moan as the pleasure surged through my body.

I couldn't help it. This was so hot.

"Just the TV," Curtis lied to cover up the few moans that escaped my lips. "Yeah, some stupid movie's on. So, what are you wearing?" He gave a throaty laugh. "The purple bra, I love that on you. Mmm, why don't you pull off your bra and rub your dark nipples."

I shuddered, sliding my hands up to squeeze my tits as he had phone sex with his wife. My pussy clenched, another orgasm already building inside of me. The bed creaked as I rode him faster and harder.

"Yeah, babe, I'm jerking off so hard thinking about your sexy body and your chocolate breasts. I wish you were here, riding my cock." His breathing grew hard as his wife, her voice a murmur to my ears, talked dirty to him. "Fuck, babe, you're really revving my motors tonight."

Feeling naughty, I leaned over and draped my breasts across his chest. My tongue licked at his neck and ears. I moaned my pleasure softly. The bed squeaked as his hip fucked up and bounced me on his cock.

"I'm imagining you're on top of me, Latoya," he moaned into the phone, "your hips writhing on me, your cunt so wet and tight on my cock. Your breasts are rubbing into my chest while you're licking and whispering such naughty things into my ear."

I could almost hear his wife's passionate moans as she pictured exactly what I was doing. I had stolen this moment from her. My clit rubbed into his groin as our bodies writhed together. My second orgasm built inside me. He gripped my ass, squeezing my firm cheek as he thrust hard inside me.

"I'm cumming, Latoya!" he gasped, his hips bucking up. Hot cum spurted into my pussy. "I'm pretending it's your pussy I'm flooding!"

I moaned, a low throaty sound as my cunt spasmed on his dick. My pussy milked his cock while he gasped and groaned to his wife, his hand clenching down on my ass. The pleasure burned so hot through me. I moaned softly into his ear as I savored every blast of his cum into me.

"Thanks, Latoya," Curtis groaned. "That was so hot, babe. I love you."

What an asshole. I rolled off of him, panting in pleasure. I stretched my breasts over my head. "Mmm, you are such a bad boy."

A snore answered me. He was already asleep. Probably the jet lag, and I did make him cum hard. I smiled, savoring my orgasm. The man was a grade-A asshole, but he made me cum so hard. I slid my hands between my thighs and savored his jizz running out of my pussy.

I knew I would enjoy my time with Curtis in his hotel room.

Doug Allard's capture by the Tyrants' forces marked a turning point in the events swirling around the false gods. They learned they had a second enemy--Brandon Fitzsimmons.

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

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Portland, OR

I stepped into my motel room. I paid with a company card that wasn't under my name. I had refrained from using it so far. But hotel rooms required one these days, even for the seediest ones you could find. Hopefully, Mark wouldn't be able to trace it.

I was out of Washington and into Oregon and no longer in his area of control. I fell back on the bed and turned on the TV. It was too little to hope a local affiliate would have picked up the story I fed Carlos Gutierrez at KING 5 news.

I yawned as I pulled open my laptop. I went online and went to KING 5's website. They had the segment already on their site. It must have just finished airing. Despite how tired I was, I couldn't help watching the broadcast. Seeing the image of Mark, Mary, and their whores fucking all those cops would create a firestorm.

By morning, it would be national news. Mark would be distracted, and I could slip off to San Fransisco and get to Europe and be even farther out of his reach. There, I would get a copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Whether I received the book from the nuns in France or the rich German nobleman, it wouldn't matter.

Once I had that book, I would be Mark's equal in power. Then I would school him on how it should be exercised.

Doug Allard -- South Hill, WA

Anger and feared warred in me as Mark's bodyguard, a cadre of brainwashed cops dressed in slutty uniforms, glared down at me. Chasity, the leader of the guard, stood before me naked save for her bulletproof vest, a pussy stained with Mark's cum that was practically in my face.

The poor thing had her mind controlled like the others. She was Mark's slave, and she was well armed.

Noel, the FBI agent turned slut, frisked me from behind. She dug her hand into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. She handed it to Chasity who flipped it open while Noel went back to searching me, her hands efficient. Noel may be mostly naked and dripping with cum, but she still knew how to do her job.

"Doug Allard," Chasity mused. "And a P.I.?"

She eyed me. These women were absolutely loyal. As angry as I was at Brandon for selling me out by handing over my surveillance pictures and videos to the news, I was more scared of what would happen next. Would Mark simply kill me? Or would he enslave me? Which was worse?

And what about my wife, Tina? Would he seek revenge against her?

My body trembled. My stomach twisted. If I got out of this I would kill Brandon. The idiot blew everything. He didn't even give me a heads up to clear out before Mark and his whores figured out where they were being spied on from.

I hadn't prayed in a long time, not since my second wife died. Please, god, please let me see Tina again. And if not, don't let Mark hurt her.

A bodyguard came downstairs, her red hair bouncing about her shoulders. She saluted Chasity and reported, "Ma'am, there is an entire suite of high-end surveillance gear upstairs. Better stuff then my police department has."

"Bag all of it, 01," Chasity answered. The bodyguards were all addressed by their numbers. They all thought they loved it. I had seen them eager to please Mark and Mary, each happy they had been chosen to serve and protect them.

It was sick what Mark and Mary did.

"Let's take him to see Master and Mistress," Chasity ordered. "15, 16, take the prisoner. The rest search this place for any clues on Brandon."

"Yes, ma'am," the other women said, their eyes bright, happy to obey.

My cell phone, gripped in Noel's hand, rang. My wife was calling. She must be absolutely terrified for me.

Mark Glassner

I stood with Mary on the private balcony of our bedroom staring at the house. I watched my bodyguard moving through it. My hand clenched. Mary's face was red with anger. Surveillance photos and videos of our house had just appeared on the eleven o'clock news on channel 5. Our law enforcement sluts, Chasity and Noel, figured the photos must have been shot from a house on Shaw Road across the empty lot.

I wanted to kill Brandon.

That house had a perfect view of our bedroom. Someone watched me and my fiancee while we slept. Mary rubbed at her arms, her fact twisted with disgust. I didn't blame her. I felt violated. According to the news, the surveillance photos were sent in by Brandon Fitzsimmons. I ordered a BOLO for Brandon's arrest. Every cop in Pierce County searched for the bastard. I wanted him found and punished for the headaches he was causing me.

"We should have hunted Brandon down with more effort," I snarled. "Who knew he was up to so much mischief. First the FBI and now hiring someone to watch us?"

Mary nodded and let out a hissing snarl.

And was he behind the cult that had been hired to kill me, too?

I put my arm around Mary's waist, pulling her to me. She leaned her head on her shoulder. A shudder past through her. I kissed the crown of her head while my hand stroked her naked waist. "We'll make Brandon pay."

I nodded in agreement.

The Nextel in my hand chirped. "Chasity to Master."

"Master," I responded into my Nextel.

"We have one prisoner and we're still searching the house," Chasity reported in a professional, commanding voice. She sounded like a cop. Well, she had been a cop before I made her my sex slave. Chasity commanded the bodyguards, with Noel, our FBI slut, as her second in command. "I'm returning with the prisoner.

"Good work," I praised her.

"Thank you, Master," Chasity replied, her professional voice slipping back into the pleased, girlish voice of Chasity the sex slave.

"Let's go," I said to Mary.

"After we dress," Mary answered.

I grinned. "I forgot."

"Horny stallion," she sighed.

Mary and I dressed quickly and then headed downstairs. We waited in the living room, sitting on the couch. What should I do to the man? It couldn't be Brandon. Chasity would have mentioned if she caught that asshole. But I had to do something with the prisoner.

Maybe Mary had an idea.

Before I could ask, the front door burst open. "Don't even think of trying anything," Chasity barked. "If you try to harm Master or Mistress, I will put a bullet in your head."

Mary jumped at Chasity's words, her face paling.

I squeezed her hand. "We won't kill him."

She nodded and sighed in relief. "I'm not sure I could have anyone killed."

Chasity and 30, a Thai bodyguard, marched in an overweight, balding, middle-aged man into the house. The prisoner wore a t-shirt and sweat pants, thick glasses hung askew on his face. There was anger in his eyes as he was marched before us. Beneath the anger was something else.

Fear.

I suddenly felt...powerful. I inspired fear in the insect.

"Who are you?" Mary demanded, her pale face growing red again. She was still angry about being spied upon.

"Doug Allard," the man answered promptly then blinked in surprise. People were always surprised by how readily they cooperated with us. He sighed. "What do you need to know. I can't resist you and your powers."

"Brandon Fitzsimmons hired you, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm a P.I. What are you going to do to me?"

I ignored his question. "How long have you been watching us?"

"Awhile," he replied. He swallowed. "Since Friday of last week. I was already tailing Desiree on behalf of Brandon. I witnessed you in the house and Desiree acting strangely. I reached out to Brandon and he told me to investigate. So I dug into you. After you defeated the nun, Brandon stashed me in the house. We were both looking to stop you."

"Did you hire the cultist?" I growled. Someone hired a cult of demon worshipers to kill me.

"No."

"Did Brandon?" Mark demanded.

He almost said no, then paused. "I don't know what Brandon was doing. I haven't seen him in person since last Tuesday. I just sent him the surveillance files and talk on a phone."

A Black bodyguard entered, a laptop tucked under her arm. "Sir," 18 saluted and handed me the laptop.

"Are all your surveillance files on here?" I asked.

"No, I have online backups." He shrugged. "You know, in the cloud. Plus, I've sent copies of everything to Brandon."

I handed him his laptop. "Delete all you can," I ordered. "Including all your backups in the cloud. Uncuff him."

Doug rubbed his wrists when the handcuffs came off. Then he took his laptop from the bodyguard and started typing.

"Where is Brandon?" Mary asked. "He's not answering his cell phone. We would just love to see him again."

"He's gone off the grid," Doug admitted. "I send him emails and he has a burner phone I send texts to. He's paranoid about those. He has changed burner phones twice since I started working for him."

"I want you to find him," I told him. "Track him down and let me know where he is."

"Okay," Doug said. "You're not going to do anything else to me?" Surprise and relief tinged his voice.

"No, no," I told him. Doug was a P.I. That could be useful. "Brandon's the real problem. I'll give you, what, a million dollars, to cover your fees and expenses. You will do nothing to work against us. In fact, you are happy to work for us and you'll do anything to accomplish your mission. Chantal will give you our numbers. Contact us if you find anything or run into trouble."

Doug nodded his head. "Absolutely. Brandon pissed all over me by hanging me out to dry. I don't care what you do to him."

Doug Allard -- Tacoma, WA

I pulled into my driveway. My wife burst out of the front door before I could even get out of the car. "Doug!"

She flung herself into my embrace. "I'm fine," I told her. "I don't have long. I'm just picking up a few things, and then I need to get back at it."

"So you didn't get captured?" Tina asked me as she clung to my side.

"I did," I answered. "I'm working for Mark now."

Her fingers tightened on my wrist. "What?"

"I'm helping him find Brandon." Anger burst through me. "That asshole left me pissing in the wind. I'm lucky Mark was merciful. Hell, he's even paying me a million dollars for expensive. I get to keep what's left over." I grinned at my wife. "We'll be fixing that roof and I can get a better car."

"You're working for him?" my wife swallowed. "What about...stopping him?"

I frowned. "Why would I stop him? I work for him. It's a great opportunity."

My wife groaned. Her knees buckled and she sank to our living room floor. All the color had drained from her face. Her eyes were wide with horror.

"He isn't a bad guy like we thought," I told her.

"Y-you're under his power." She swallowed. "His mind control."

"I guess," I shrugged. "It's not that bad. I don't feel enslaved. I feel...indebted. He's given me a chance to take down that asshole while giving us a better life." I walked back to my wife and helped her up. Tears ran down her cheeks. "Relax, honey. Nothing's going to go wrong. I'm still me. I still love you. I just have to do this mission for Mark. I need to pack clean clothes. Did you do my laundry?"

She nodded her head, her body trembling in my arms.

"I love you, Tina," I told her.

"O-okay." She sniffed loudly. "I...this is...it's just...he's evil."

I laughed. "I thought so, too. But it's all so clear now. He's different. Important." I kissed her forehead. "No I have to get going. Mark wants Brandon found ASAP. I'm going to be running down leads all night."

The morning of June 19th, 2013 marked the first time the Tyrants put out their public message of "sexual freedom" and "love" that they would always espouse to. The Tyrants, on the surface, seemed champions of the most liberal of ideals, but their very words bound any who heard them speak in the chains of their authority.

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

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013 -- Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Portland, OR

I logged into my email. It was early. Too early, but I wanted to put more distance between Mark and myself. I frowned. There was only a single email from Doug. Where were the surveillance footage? I wanted to see Mark's reaction to the news report.

"Technical problem," Doug's email read. "I need money to buy a replacement hard drive for the laptop. Until then, I can't capture any new video."

I frowned, my fingers on the keyboard about to type my response. Then I paused. It was a brand new laptop. How could its hard drive crash so soon? This came right after... My stomach clenched. Could Mark have figured out where the pictures I sent Carlos Gutierrez were taken from?

No. He was an idiot, but he had an FBI agent for a sex slave.

"Shit," I muttered.

I slammed my laptop shut. What did Doug know about my movements? Not much. I kept him in the dark. All he had was my burner phone and my email address, and I checked that only after using a bunch of annonymizers. I ripped my burner phone out of my pocket, pulled off the battery case, then the battery. I knocked out the sim card and threw it all into the garbage can. It had been off all night, but maybe it could still be tracked.

I grabbed my bags and fled to my car. I threw it all in, hopped in, and started the engine. My stomach twisted as I backed up. I had to get away. I had to get to that book. Then I could stop living in fear of Mark fucking Glassner.

I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for I-5. I couldn't get to San Fransisco fast enough.

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

Mark woke me up as he crawled out of bed. He woke up early to enjoy his jogging sluts. It was sweet that he wanted to get in shape for me. Every day he was looking fitter and fitter. The weight loss had happened too fast to be from the jogging. It was probably my wish for Mark and I to be young and healthy.

"Going jogging?" I asked sleepily. It was too early to be awake.

"Yeah, Mare," he whispered. "Sorry to wake you."

"It's okay," I said, sitting up and stretching. "Um, would you mind if I joined you?" The question came out of my mouth before even I realized the impulse had seized me. I guess after the last few days I wanted to spend more time with him.

I hoped he wouldn't think I was being clingy. He knew I hated jogging.

Mark only smiled back. "Sure, Mare. I'd love that. I'm sure all the club members will just love you." He stretched his back, and I admired his flat stomach and lean chest. "But remind me when we get back to talk to Karen about auras and why you might have a golden threat attached to you."

"Right," I nodded.

Last night had been so crazy we hadn't talked to her about my sisters and my possible connection to a nun. After we interrogated the P.I. and Mark gave him a million dollars to hunt down Brandon, we went to bed exhausted. Yesterday was a long and very emotional day. I was so tired, I didn't even blink at Mark handing Doug a duffel bag full of cash.

Mark could just walk into any bank and ask for more. In fact, it was nice the way Mark had that streak of generosity about him.

But robbing banks made a lot of bad press. Countering that bad press was one of the reasons I started my charity. I had the sluts fill out the paperwork for the clinic Willow would run for us. We were both the officers, so we could use the charity's finances and not rob banks.

Plus, it would appear like we could cared. Of course, I wanted Willow to screen for potential sex slaves to work for us when we built our mansion. I wanted hot, young, nubile women scampering around in maid outfits. Dozens of them. They would be like the sluts, all eager to serve us.

"Let me use the restroom," I said. "Then we can go."

"Want me to fetch a slut," Mark asked.

I blinked and it was only after I sat down on the toilet and started pissing did I realize what he meant. I should be pissing into a slut's mouths. It was so exciting urinating into a woman's mouth then enjoying her tongue licking your pussy clean. Plus, it saved on toilet paper.

I smiled at my little joke as I wiped. After flushing, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was beautiful, but I could enhance it a bit. I applied some light blush and a pale, pink lipstick, then ran a comb through my auburn hair, getting the tangles out before tying my hair back with a blue scrunchy.

I stifled a yawn when Mark walked in, naked save for socks and his jogging shoes. "Coming?" he asked, a little impatient.

"I had to get ready," I told him, rolling my eyes. Mark could be an idiot sometimes.

"You look great, Mare," he told me then leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

Well, he was definitely a sweet idiot.

I followed Mark down the stairs also naked. I pulled on a pair a tennis shoes as 34, looking tired in her slutty cop's uniform, walked in and said something to Mark. I straightened up and walked over to the pair.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"32 reports that a lot of media are gathering out on Shaw Road. She had to call for 25 and 30 to come help her with crowd control," 34 reported to me. "The media want to interview you, but we've kept them out of the street."

"Fuck," Mark muttered.

"We're going to need to say something to the reporters, Mark," I told him. "Then we can enjoy your jogging sluts."

Mark muttered something under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked sweetly.

"Nothing," he sighed. "I'll go grab us some tops, then we'll give a quick interview and send them packing,"

"Your jogging sluts will be waiting for you when we're finished," I told him. "So don't be grouchy."

"Yeah, they're a good group of gals," Mark answered as that boyish grin of his spread across his lips. Then he disappeared upstairs. He came down wearing a buttoned down shirt and handed me a nice, red blouse with a plunging neckline.

He did like looking at my cleavage.

Jessica St. Pierre

I stared in horror at my phone. I was about to leave for work when it beeped. I couldn't believe what my boss's email said. I looked up at Mistress as she pulled on a red blouse. I swallowed, my throat so naked without my new choker on.

I took it off before going to work. People weren't supposed to know I belonged to Master. I was his spy in the media. But now that stupid hit piece by Carlos Gutierrez had outed me.

"Master," I called, my heels clicking on the hardwood floors.

"What's up?" Master asked as he stepped up beside Mistress, his eyes hungry upon me, lingering on my low-cut blouse.

I blushed, but my excitement was banished by the news I had just received. "Master, my boss emailed me." Tears burned in my eyes. I shivered and swallowed. "I'm suspended because of the photos that got leaked. How am I supposed to be your spy now, Master?"

Master reached out and his finger brushed away my tear. His fingers were so gentle. It was so wrong of Carlos Gutierrez to run that smear campaign last night. Master and Mistress were the best people in the world. I was so glad I served them.

"I'll take care of it," he said, taking my phone from my hand.

I smiled at him. Mistress gave me a quick hug. "You're looking sexy today."

My cheeks warmed and my pussy grew wet, soaking my thong. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Hi, are you Jessica St. Pierre's boss?" Master demanded. I didn't hear my boss's answer. "Good. Unsuspend Jessica St. Pierre and give her a big raise for making her cry. She is your best employee, and you will treat her with respect. Understand?" Master paused and I smiled. "Good." He hung up and handed me back the phone. "You're unsuspended."

"Oh, thank you, Master," I squealed. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly on the mouth. Then I broke the kiss and sighed; his cock was so hard. "I'm sorry, Master, I have to go. Unless you want me to satisfy you? I could suck you off and speed to work."

"I'll fuck you later," Master laughed and gave my ass a hard smack.

My pussy clenched and I beamed. "Bye, Mistress."

She smacked my ass, too. I had such a bounce to my step as I headed to my car. They were the best. I was so glad I served them.

Dr. Willow WolfTail

I came down the stairs wearing a conservative pantsuit, my white doctor's coat slung over my arm. My neck felt bare without my choker, but Master had ordered his three professional sluts--Jessica, Noel, and myself--to not wear them to work.

"Master, Mistress," I smiled, not commenting on why they only wore tops. I did eye Master's hard cock with interest. Maybe I should suck him off before heading to my gynecologist practice.

"Willow," Mistress smiled. "Good, you're dressed. The media's here, and I think this is the perfect time to spin this story back onto our charity. You know the plan well enough to talk about it at to the media?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered. "And I've found the location for the clinic, filed with the IRS for our 501(c)(3) approval, and put that money you gave me into the accounts as donations from all the other sluts."

"Wow, when did all this happen?" Master asked Mistress.

Mistress smiled mysteriously back at Master. "I have my ways."

I didn't answer. Master didn't ask me, but it involved a lot of texting. Master could be preoccupied with Mistress or another slut sucking his cock and miss the little details. I think Mistress liked taking care of the little details.

"And the fundraiser? We're set for a week from Friday?" she asked me.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Fundraiser?" blinked Master.

Mary Sullivan

"Let's go see the media," Mark said, his cock thrusting hard before him.

We were really about to give an interview, no doubt carried live across America, without bottoms on. My pussy clenched. We could do anything. We could be naked and the media would happily let us get away with it.

We had such power.

"Let's go," I said, feeling confident. I slipped my arm around Mark's waist and the pair of us walked out of the house to the awaiting cop car. It was an Orting Police cruiser manned by 34.

"Sir, Ma'am," she smiled as she opened the back door for us. 34 looked sexy and deadly all at the same time. 34 climbed into the driver seat and Willow took the passenger seat. "You ready, sir?"

"I am," Mark grinned.

34 drove us down to the end of the street. I blinked in shock at all the media lining up at the entrance of the cul-de-sac, kept back by a few of the bodyguards. There were over a dozen reporters and cameramen. A tremble shuddered through me. There were so many. Already, questions were shouted from the reporters and cameras flashed.

34 opened the door. Mark slid out and held out his arm to me. I swallowed and clutched Mark's arm like a scared little girl. All my confidence had evaporated. Why was I so afraid? I was better than these people, but their questions assaulted us.

"Why are you naked?"

"What do you have to say to these allegations of sexual bribery?"

"Who are these women? Are they cops?"

The questions slammed into us. I swallowed, trying not to let my eyes dart left and right. Why did I let Mark choose our clothing? Why were we mostly naked. I know I was about to jog in public in the nude, but I hadn't expect the scrutiny of the media dropped down on us.

"Quiet!" Mark roared.

They all shut up, their mouths snapping closed, stunned looks crossing their faces.

I took a deep breath. Mark was in control. I had nothing to be nervous about. We were better than these reporters. Special. I shouldn't be afraid of them. They couldn't do anything to me. They would obey me. Worship me. I could see the female reporters eyeing me with lust, falling under the spell of my wish.

My confidence swelled.

"Good, I'm Mark Glassner, and this is my fiancee, Mary. We'll give you an interview, but there have to be some ground rules." He paused, letting his commands sink in. He was good at this. I needed to be just as confident as him. "One, film us from the waist up. Two, do not ever mention our nudity or any sexual acts you witness during the press conference. Three, you will repeat the story that we are innocent victims of an overzealous reporter who believed the lies of Brandon Fitzsimmons, a man bitter about his wife leaving him. Fourth, you will promote our charity." Mark glanced at me.

"Women's Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment," I answered, my voice clear and loud. Like Mark's.

Mark blinked at the name. It was quite a mouthful, but I couldn't resist the little joke.​