Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The Sisters of Mary Magdalene realized the extent of the danger posed by the Tyrants. They marshaled three of their numbers to deal with the threat. But their numbers were dwindling, and their Mother Superior feared their endeavor was doomed, so she took steps to sow seeds of hope.

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

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013 -- Sister Mariam Theodora -- SeaTac, WA

"Come in," I said to my fellow nun's, ushering them into my hotel room. Joy and fear beat in my heart. I wasn't alone in the war against Mark Glassner and his warlock girlfriend Mary. Yet, the threat was so dire three nuns were now required to defeat him. "You're welcome to stay in my hotel room."

Well, it wasn't actually my hotel room. Last night, when I flew into SeaTac from Miami, Providence led me to an insurance adjuster named Curtis at the airport's baggage claim. We flirted while waiting for our luggage, and he invited me up to his Hotel Room. When Providence guided you to a place to stay, especially with a cute guy, you don't say no. Right now, Curtis was attending the convention in the hotel, and I didn't expect him back for a few more hours.

"Are you hungry?" I asked my Sisters, closing the door behind them. "Curtis is paying for it?"

I didn't mind running up his hotel bill. He was cheating on his wife with me. The asshole deserved it.

"Ooh, Curtis," the black nun said in her exotic, African accent. "Is he handsome?"

"He has the most gorgeous, blue eyes that just make you melt in your panties," I answered, feeling like a teenage girl for the first time in decades. I couldn't remember the last time I gossiped with my friends about boys. "But, please order something. The asshole is married."

"Ah, so sad to see a marriage vow so easily broken," tutted the Latina sister.

I realized I didn't know their names. The only nun I knew was Sister Louise, and she was captured by the Warlock Mark Glassner. "I am Theodora Mariam. And...and I'm so happy you're here." Tears ran hot down my cheeks. My emotions poured out me suddenly. I really wasn't alone in this fight. "I...I..."

The Latina nun hugged me gently, rocking me like a mother. "Shh, it will be alright, muñequita. I am Isabella Cecillia."

"Agnes Chibuzo," the African nun said and kissed my cheek. "The Creator has sent us to aid you in your trials, Sister Theodora."

I sniffed. "Thank you, Sisters."

"Now, I have been traveling almost non-stop for last twenty-four hours," Agnes said, her face weary. "It has been a long trip from Sierra Leone. So tell me, why has the Creator, through his servant Gabriel, sent us here?"

I told them everything I knew about Mark Glassner, starting with how Sister Louise had tried to exorcise him and been captured through the interference of Lilith of the Black Moon. I told them of the ancient prayer of Avvah I had been taught and how I used Mark sister to attack him. But that failed.

His lover, the other Warlock, freed him from the bond.

"It will be far messier now," I finished. "Soldiers will be needed. Four and four and four."

Isabella nodded. "It is like Napoleon all over again. There were three of us and we each bonded four soldiers under Napoleon's command. We exorcised Napoleon at Waterloo. His wish to be Emperor destroyed, he lost the battle." A look of old hurt crossed the tan face of Isabella. "Sister Eustace Mariam was killed in the struggle."

"How old are you?" I asked in awe.

"I was born in the Year of our Lord, 1732," Isabella answered.

I blinked. I knew nuns could practically live forever, but most grew weary of the struggle after sixty or seventy years and passed their powers onto a successor. The only nun I had heard of that was over a hundred years old was the Mother Superior. "Have you ever faced a demon?" I asked Isabella, hopeful she had.

"No," Isabella confessed. "That must be why there are three of us. These Warlocks are using ancient magics." Isabella yawned then rubbed at her face. "I wish we had a monk or two with us."

"A monk?" I frowned. "You mean a male nun? Like us?"

"Well, not like us," Isabella confessed. "When the Creator in his infinite mercy gave his children the means to fight the Adversary, 144 were given the gift, half were men and half were women. The men's gifts were different from ours. They were the soldiers. Given powers to fight demons and monsters and to protect us nuns in situations like this."

"Why have I not heard of any monks?" I asked.

"The last monk died in 1942 exorcising Hitler," Isabella answered sadly. "Five nuns and a monk and they all perished. But they broke Hitler's powers, and the Allies were able to eventually defeat the Third Reich."

"The problem with the monks is their calling," Agnes explained. "Too many died fighting and were unable to pass on their powers to a successor. We have dwindled as well. Maybe a dozen of us remain."

"I fear the end is nearing," Isabella said mournfully. "You are the last nun in North America. There are only two of us left in the Latin Americas."

"We had four in Africa," Agnes said, tears brimming on her eyes. "But two Warlocks appeared in the Congo, fighting for control over the jungle, and we lost two sisters exorcising them over the weekend. And I hear the Mother Superior herself had to deal with a Warlock in Paris."

The Mother Superior was a legend. Supposedly, she was over a thousand years old and lived in the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château, France. Sister Louise told me whispered stories of the Mother Superior exorcisms from Vlad Tepesh to Rasputin and many other terrible men and women in between.

A sly smile appeared on Agnes's face and she reached out and stroked my arm. "So, Theodora, tell us about this Curtis you've been indulging with."

A flush suffused my face. When we were given our Ecstasy and sent on our missions, blanket indulgences were issued by the pope, forgiving any sin we may commit. Most nuns, at least this is what Sister Louise had told me, used the opportunity to sin as much as possible before they once again had to live a life of abstinence.

That had been my life since I became a nun.

"He has girth," I said with a smile, remembering how good his cock felt stretching my pussy as he rode me last night. "I came twice with him last night, and once more this morning."

"You naughty girl," Agnes said with a twinkle. She glanced at Isabella. "Did you have time to indulge?"

Isabella gave a throaty laugh. "I live in a remote village in Guatemala. Many hours trip to the airport. This young buck, Miguel, drove me to the airport. I had my eye on him for several months, praying for a mission so I might indulge with him." A smile appeared on her face. "On the drive to the airport, three times we stopped so he could ravish me."

"What about you, Agnes? Who did you fuck?" I asked.

Her grin turned naughty. "In Brussels, I fucked this delightful young man in the airport restroom during my layover. And then in the flight into Seattle from Chicago, I flirted with this beautiful flight attendant named Sarai. She had silky, dusky skin and the most beautiful lips. A good Muslim girl she claimed, but when we arrived in Seattle, that good Muslim girl made me howl in pleasure in the women's bathroom. She knew how to eat pussy."

We all giggled at that. But my joy did not last long, Ramiel's words echoed in my mind. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. My grin faded and I sighed and asked, "Where do we find four soldiers?"

"Providence," Agnes yawned, and lay back on the bed. The TV turned on. "Sorry, I sat on the remote."

"...go live to Sheriff Erkart about to give a press conference on the growing Mark Glassner/SWAT sexual scandal that has rocketed the Pierce County Sheriffs Department," the anchor on the television said.

I sat up and my fellow nuns stared at the TV. Providence had guided us again.

The camera cut to a room with a podium festooned with microphones. The seal of the Pierce County Sheriff department hung behind the podium and a tall, distinguished looking man with black hair graying at the temples, stepped up to the podium. Cameras flashed in the room as he settled himself at the podium.

"Good evening," the Sheriff greeted, sadly. "It is with a heavy heart that I am here today. An entire squad of my SWAT unit, eleven men and one woman, have disgraced themselves and betrayed the publics' trusted in my Sheriff Department. On Thursday, June 13th at approximately 4:10 AM, the FBI, with support from this SWAT unit, raided Mark Glassner's house. As recent photos have shown, my officers have behaved disgracefully and will be suspended with pay until the State Patrol has finished their investigation."

Images of eleven men and one women flashed on the screen. They all had the look of soldiers.

"God has provided," Agnes breathed.

"Amen," Isabella finished.

A smile crept up on my face. Mark Glassner enthralled an entire unit of SWAT. While Mark had found a way to guard his Thralls closest to him, I doubt it would cross his mind to bind every single person he gave a command to. Those SWAT officers, under his mind control, had acted out of character. That stain would takes weeks to bleed away.

It seemed Providence was telling us that there were twelve, very dangerous Thralls out there lying loose just waiting for my Sisters and I to collect them.

"Amen," I whispered as hope soared within me.

A soft snore broke my reverie and I smiled. Sister Agnes lay sleeping on her side. She said it took her nearly twenty-four hours of travel to reach Seattle from Africa. The poor thing must be so tired.

"Isn't she so beautiful?" Isabella whispered in her Spanish lilt. Her warm, soft hand rested on my thigh. A delicious thrill went through my body ending at my moistening snatch. Isabella turned to look at me, a smile playing on her brown face. "You are beautiful, too, Theodora."

Isabella's lips were full and moist and looked so kissable as her face drew closer and closer to mine. Our lips met. Hers were soft and tasted of cherry lip gloss. I moaned and sucked on her lower lip. Her hand slid up my thigh and beneath my skirt.

I moaned into her kiss, my body trembling. Sensations rippled up my thigh to my pussy while her hand slid closer and closer. My cunt clenched as it grew wet. I kissed her harder and parted my thighs, welcoming her touch.

Feeling wicked, I slid my hand up her thigh, reaching for her cunt.

Her panties felt like satin beneath my fingers. I rubbed the crotch of her panties. The heat of her cunt bled through. I pushed her panties into her slit. Isabella's juices seeped through the satin fabric and coated my fingers with her sticky arousal.

Then her fingers finally found my lacy panties. She caressed them, bringing another moan from my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth while her hand rubbed at the crotch of my panties, teasing my pussy lips and finding my hard clit.

"Mmm, you are delicious," Isabella purred when she broke the kiss. She licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.

I rubbed harder at her soaked panties. "And you feel hot and wet."

"Let's find out how wet you are." Isabella shoved her other hand beneath my skirt and yanked down my panties.

I lifted my ass, helping her to slip my panties off my ass and down my legs. She pulled them off my feet, holding up the lacy, yellow scrap of cloth. The crotch was dark with my desires. Isabella sniffed the crotch, inhaling my spicy aroma, and then she shoved my panties into my mouth with a naughty smile on her face.

Cotton, impregnated with my spicy juices, filled my mouth.

"We do not want to wake up Sister Agnes with your sweet moans," she whispered with a naughty smile.

I winked at her.

Isabella pushed me onto my back. She spread my thighs and I moaned, the sound muffled by my panties, as she licked her gentle tongue through my slit. I shuddered and my toes curled as her tongue expertly slid through my pussy, teasing me.

Next to me, Sister Agnes snored softly, her pretty, coal-black face inches from my own. My pussy clenched. An excited rush ran through me. The sleeping Sister Agnes added an air of wicked, forbidden danger to our love-making.

"Just delicious, Sister Theodora."

I squirmed as Isabella's tongue tasted me everywhere. She sucked my labia into her mouth, explored my crevasses, and flicked at my clit. Her fingers spread my labia open. She buried her tongue deep into my hole, fucking into my hot flesh and swirling around.

Pleasure rippled through me. I gripped the green comforter and threw back my head as Sister Isabella devoured my cunt. Her tongue felt wonderful as it probed my sheath. I wanted to tell her just how much pleasure she was making me feel, but the panties stuffed in my mouth reduced me to grunts and moans.

Isabella lifted her face up and licked her lips. Her dark eyes stared at me, full of passion. She smiled, loving how excited she made me. "Mmm, you just want to scream, don't you?"

I nodded my head.

"You are so close to cumming. What a naughty slut." Her hand stroked my pussy. "Mmm, I want you to drown me."

I moaned "yes" through the panties.

Isabella buried her mouth back into my pussy. Her tongue fucked in and out of my hole while her nose rubbed against my clit. The teasing sent sparks shooting through my body. My hips writhed and bucked, smearing my pussy on her hungry mouth. I craved every sensation. They built inside of me, carrying me towards my orgasm.

I moaned again, then clamped my teeth down on the panties. My body convulsed as her lips sucked on my clit. Her fingers probed into my juices depths. My legs shuddered and my toes curled as she nibbled and pleased me.

I wanted to scream out my bliss, but the panties muffled me. My body bucked and heaved.

My orgasm erupted.

I spasmed beside Sister Agnes. The nun slept through my explosion. The pleasure washed out of my pussy while my juices squirted into Isabella's hungry mouth. Her fingers kept reaming me, keeping my orgasm alive and shooting spasms of delight through my body.

Isabella had a pleased smile on her lips. She swirled her tongue around them. "You have another hole I can play with."

My eyes widened as she shoved a pillow beneath my lower back. Her breath warmed my ass before her fingers spread apart my butt-cheeks. I gasped into my panties as her tongue licked through my taint towards my sphincter.

She tongued my puckered opening. What a wicked woman.

I groaned and shuddered, my pussy clenching about her probing fingers. She tongued my asshole then pushed into my bowels. She swirled before she sucked. Her rimming sent such wicked pleasure shooting to my pussy.

Fingers fucked my pussy and pinched my clit as she rimmed my asshole. Her mouth made such sloppy, obscene sounds as she pleasured me. I spasmed, another orgasm building through my body, coming swift on the heels of the first.

"Mmm, you are such a dirty nun, Sister Theodora," she purred. "Every time I thrust my tongue in your asshole, your pussy tightens on my fingers." Sister Isabella thrust her tongue into my asshole

Groaning into my panties, my pussy tightened on her fingers.

I spasmed as the pleasure washed through me. It was so wicked. My pussy and clit sparked with pleasure and her tongue stirred through my bowels. The pleasure met and crashed together before exploding through me.

My second cum sent my head tossing back and forth on the bed. I gripped the bedspread as I bucked into her hungry mouth. My pussy spasmed about her fingers and my poor clit ached as she kept rubbing it, prolonging my bliss.

"Oh, you are wicked," Isabella smiled, licking her lips.

I nodded my head as she ripped her fingers from my pussy. She sucked them clean as I came down from my orgasm. She crawled up my body and pulled my panties from my mouth. I licked my lips moments before she kissed me.

I savored the mix of my spicy juices and my sour ass on her lips. My eyes closed as I savored the kiss. I was eager to return the favor to the woman.

Instead, she rested her head on my breasts and joined Sister Agnes in sleep.

"Three nuns," I whispered as I cradled Isabella's head to my chest. "Mark won't stand a chance."

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- San Fransisco, CA

I could hear the planes landing and taking off from San Fransisco International Airport from my cheap motel room. Tomorrow, I would be on my plane and winging towards France. I would get my hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, make my own Pact with the Devil, and destroy Mark.

Then I would have my wife back.

I just had to make it through another twelve hours of escaping Mark's attention. I had checked a few websites for local law enforcement in Washington State. My picture was everywhere. Mark had dominated a lot of cops, and they were hunting me.

But I was in California. I hoped that put me out of his reach.

I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I should sleep. I would have a long plane ride tomorrow. But how could I? My private investigator, Doug Allard, was under Mark's control. Doug was skilled. And Mark knew I had reported him to the FBI and now to the media, creating a firestorm of controversy that I hoped would distract him long enough for me to get away.

I had to get my hands on the book. Everything would be perfect when I had it. I would be his equal. I closed my eyes, picturing the joy on Desiree's face when I finally freed my wife from Mark's clutches.

"We'll make him pay together," I promised my wife. She was probably being fucked right now by Mark.

I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. My stomach twisted into knots. I was so close to getting away, but I wasn't there yet. Things could still go wrong. All Mark had to do was make a single phone call to the San Fransisco Police Department, and they would swarm me.

I tried not to think about it, but it was so hard. Every time I heard a siren outside, I tensed. I just had to make it to tomorrow. Then everything would change. I would fly to France and head to the nun's motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château. They had one of the three copies of the book.

I would convince the nuns I wanted to help. They would never suspect my true purpose.

The Gods demonstrated how we should love all. They laid down their mortal parents, our God mounting his divine mother, and our Goddess lying beneath her holy father. In violation of conventions, they proved how wonderful all love is.

--The Gospel of April 26:1-2

Thursday, June 19th, 2013 -- Mary Sullivan -- Puyallup, WA

I did not like seeing Karen lying on the hospital bed unconscious and festooned with tubes, wires, and IVs. I sat beside her bed, holding the former nun turned slut's hand. Her pregnancy was draining her energy. She had been feeling it all week, but it finally caught up with her yesterday.

"Is there anything that can be done?" Mark asked Willow, our doctor slut, for the tenth time.

"None, Master," Willow said, staying patient like a good slut. "She's stable, but the growing fetus is putting a great demand and stress on her body."

"That fucking bitch," Mark growled. "I thought we were done with Lilith."

I nodded my head, my fingers rubbing her hand. Mark had vented the same last night. After we rescued Noel from her little problem at the FBI, we had come to visit our sick slut. When we let Lilith fuck Karen in exchange for being taught magic, I had no idea the demon would impregnate her.

"What does she want?" Mark demanded.

"I don't know, Master." Willow patted Mark's hand. "But Thamina and I will take good care of her."

"I know," Mark sighed. He slumped down in the chair beside me and stared at Karen. "Is she in pain?"

Willow shook her head. "Sometimes she comes conscious and she asks after you."

"We're here," I told Karen. For as long as we could. Mark and I had a busy day ahead of us. Karen would be taken care of. Lilith needed this child so I was sure Karen would survive the pregnancy.

Anger boiled through me. The demon had tricked us. She was good at exploiting weakness. That night, I had been so grateful Lilith saved us from Karen. That was when Karen had been Sister Louise. I didn't think there would be consequences. Watching Lilith fuck Karen with her huge girl-cock had been hot.

My pussy itched. A shudder went through me. I could have had a girl-cock, but I said no to that possibility to save Mark.

I refused to let myself second guess that decision. Even if the few hours I had a cock had been so amazing.

"Is there anything that can be done?" asked Mark.

"No, Master. Medically, what is happening is impossible. No human fetus can grow this swiftly. Maybe the Magicks of the Witch of Endor will have the answer."

"We're leaving tomorrow to recover it," Mark said. "We'll be gone the weekend." He glanced at me. "We need to relax. It's been stressful this last week."

"She'll be fine, right?" I asked.

Willow nodded. "Nothing will happen to her. I doubt the book will contain any good answers. Lilith warned if we tried anything, she would die."

"That bitch," growled Mark.

"Master?" a weak voice asked.

"I'm here," Mark said, putting his hand over mine gripping Karen. "Mary and I are both here."

She smiled beneath her breathing mask. Her gray-blue eyes stared at us. "Good."

"You'll be fine, Karen. We'll fix you. We promise."

"I know, Master." Her hand tightened in mine. "I know you love me."

"We do," I told her. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. "We're sorry we let Lilith do this to you."

"She...tricked you." Like a good slut, Karen would never blame us. She couldn't. "That's what...demons do. You can...never trust them. They never...do anything...altruistically."

"Even our Pact?" Only our sluts knew the truth about our powers. We hadn't even told our families.

Karen nodded. "Lucifer...made deals with you...for a good reason. He gave you...Lilith's summoning gem for a reason."

"What?" I asked.

Karen closed her eyes and her hand relaxed in mine.

Mark sighed and leaned back. "Rest, Karen. We'll fix you. I promise."

I patted Mark's hand. He was a good, if really perverted, man. My thoughts pondered Karen's words. What did the Devil hope to accomplish by making a deal with us and putting Lilith into our lives? Well, we would have been defeated by the nun's without Lilith's help.

So why did the Devil want us to stay warlocks? What could he gain from us?

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

The Devil wanted something from me. That thought lingered as Mary and I returned from our hospital visit. We had went to visit Karen after our morning jog with the Naked Jogging Club. As I turned onto our street, I couldn't shake it. The Devil needed something that only Mary and I could do. Something that only a Warlock could give him. And the real question was, will it benefit Mary and me or bite us in the ass in the end like Lilith's simple deal has become.

I bet it would bite us in the ass.

Several moving trucks were parked on the street. I shook my head, rising out of my thoughts. Today, our families were moving into the unoccupied houses. We owned every one on the street, paying the owners two million dollars cash. Those houses that included hot women--like Anastasia and Madeline--and sexy, legal-aged daughters--like Issy--were allowed to stay. The rest had moved out last weekend. With our families living on the block, we could protect them.

We would need more bodyguards.

I pulled my Mustang into the driveway. The sluts were outside, half-dressed or completely naked, ogling the moving men. They were a horny bunch of women. I sometimes let them indulge and have orgies.

"Get dressed," I told them. "No distracting the moving men. In fact, I want you to split up and help."

"Yes, Master," the all said, then raced inside.

I smacked Alison's naked ass on the way by. "I bet you instigated this."

"I did, Master," she giggled as she raced inside.

"Let's go say hi to your mother," Mary said, hooking her arm with mine.

Mary and I strolled across the cul-de-sac. It was a warm day. Tomorrow would be the summer solstice, so it was technically the last day of spring. It felt like summer, and it wasn't even that late in the day yet.

"Hi, Mark," my mom waved from her new house as we approached.

"Hi, Mom," I said, giving my sexy mother a hug. "Hey, Betty."

Betty was my mom's lover. Finding out my straight-laced, Christian mother had a lesbian affair behind my dad's back had been a shock. It all spilled out when my mom had been forced to kill my father in self-defense last Saturday.

Betty came up to me. She was half-Black, with gorgeous, coffee-cream skin and blue eyes. I gave her a tight hug and squeezed her ass. "Mark," she squealed, and pushed me away. "I'm your mother's girlfriend."

"We're a loving family," I grinned at her. "I'm sure you remember."

Betty smiled right before Mary gave her a hot kiss on the mouth as they hugged. Betty made no objections to kissing my fiance. My mom smiled as she watched, her hips shifting. I moved up to her.

"So, how's Joy working out?" I asked.

"Oh, she's doing just fine," my mom said. "Though it was so strange having a sex slave. She kept wanting to do all the chores."

Joy, my mom's Vietnamese sex slave, walked by caring a box. Joy had been a gift from Mary.

"That's good," I said. "So, do you like the house?"

"It's big," she said in awe. "I guess..." She lowered her voice. "...having magic pays off."

I winked at her.

My mom then grabbed a box out of the back of her car and thrust it in my hands. "Now, hurry up and take this in. There are a lot more boxes."

I blinked. "What, Mom?"

"You are going to help, right?" She gave me a sweet smile. "You wouldn't just stand around like a useless lump while your poor mother has to carry in her boxes."

"The movers and the sluts can handle that, Mom."

She gave me a fixed look. "Mark, sweetie, I need your help. You've always been a good boy." She patted my cheek. "Now, it's already in your arms. Surely you can carry it into the house."

"Yeah, Mark," giggled my fiancee. She had her arm around Betty's waist. "Help your mom out."

"I don't see you carrying a box," I said.

Mary grinned at me as my mom gave me a little shove. I walked to the house, shaking my head. If it wasn't my mother, I would have just given her a command and been done with it. But Mary and I made sure we could not order our family members about. It was the last command we had given them.

When I came back out, my mom had another box waiting for me. Her, Betty, and Mary watched me carry the box with big smiles on their faces. I grumbled as I headed inside. It was too hot to be lugging boxes. I really should just delegate this.

"Lift with your knees, honey, not your back," Mary called when I came out for the next box. None of the sluts were helping with this truck. I had a suspicious that I knew why.

By noon, our families were moved in and we were all gathered back at the house to eat the delicious egg salad sandwiches Desiree made for lunch. The sandwiches were so good, I decided to forgive Desiree for getting out of carrying boxes with the rest of us.

"Sandy, Mark and I need you to come with us, this afternoon," Mary told my mom as she enjoyed her sandwich. "We need to bond a few pilots. We can't have a nun affecting them."

"Yep," I nodded.

At three, Mary and I had an appointment with the head of HR at Alaska Airlines to screen for our pilots. Yesterday, we bought a Gulfstream IV from this billionaire, and Mary and I agreed having our pilots bound by the Zimmah spell was the safest course. Then we didn't have to worry about a nun getting to our pilot and causing her to crash our plane with us in it.

"Oh, sure," my mom answered. "I guess unpacking can wait."

"Oh, we have plenty of time," Betty said, patting my mom's wrist fondly. "Joy will do the whole house if we let her.

"We should have a barbecue," Sean, my future father-in-law, suggested. "A nice, family get together once everyone gets settle in." He had Felicity, the sex slave Mary gave him, perched on his knee. Felicity was dressed in the sluttiest naughty schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. Sean was a community college teacher and it looked like he was working through all those years of not molesting his students with Felicity.

"Oh, that sounds fun," Missy chimed in. Missy was Mary's little sister, just turned eighteen and graduated from High School, who looked almost the spitting image of Mary. The main difference, other than age, was Missy's light, strawberry-blonde hair versus Mary's darker, auburn hair.

"Yes, it does," Shannon, Mary's oldest sister, nodded. She had flaming-red hair and a generous pair of tits.

"Monday?" I asked Mary, thinking what we might have plans for that day.

"You did schedule those tryouts for more bodyguards Monday, right?" Mary asked me.

After I we returned home from the hospital last night, I spent two hours calling police agencies in King and Thurston County to arrange for a new pool of women to draw more bodyguards from. With our families to protect and a nun lurking about, I wanted more protection.

"Yeah, we can have the barbecue at Sparks Stadium and everyone can help us evaluate new bodyguards," I said nodding.

"Sure, sounds fun," George said. George was Shannon's boyfriend.

Shannon laughed, tossing about her fiery red hair and tickled her boyfriend. "Someone just wants to fuck pretty girls."

"Well, there is one matter that we need to attend to," Mary said. "Mark and I have powerful enemies, and they would use our loved ones against us."

Antsy, my little sister snorted. "Tell me about it," she muttered. The nuns had attacked us through Antsy, trying to break up Mary and myself by making my sister and I addicted to each other sexually. For two days, almost all Antsy and I did was fuck each other.

Luckily, Mary had figured out how to stop it.

"Yes, that's why we need to protect you with the Bond of Zimmah," Mary concluded. "It's a spell that will protect you from the nuns. It's wicked, and requires Mark and I to fuck our parents."

A grin spread on Sean's lips. I guess he had recovered from the shock learning he had already fucked Mary once while blindfolded. That had been part of Mary's plan to save me.

"Well, this seems wicked," Missy grinned. She turned to her boyfriend Damien. "What do you think?"

Damien just nodded as he stared at my mom's tits. Damien liked big tits. Despite that, he cared for the nearly flat-chested Missy.

None of the family put up any objections to being bound. We had ordered them to allow us to bind them before we gave them our final command. It was the best way to protect them. Without it, the nuns would use them and they could get hurt.

It was crowded in our bedroom. Having everyone cram in was a bit much. There was my mom, her girlfriend Betty, and their sex slave, Joy. And Antsy and her sex slave, Via. Mary's family dwarfed mine. Her dad and his sex slave. Shannon, her boyfriend, and their sex slave, Starla. And little Missy, her boyfriend Damien, and their two sex slaves, Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Mrs. Corra was Damien's teacher before I made her Damien's sex slave.

She was a busty woman.

"Let's strip," Mary said to my mom. "And prepare to get fucked."

My mom gave a wicked laugh. "You have corrupted me. I can't believe how...easy it is to embrace this. A week ago, I would have called this sinful at best."

"That never stopped us," Betty winked. "Remember the time we slipped into the bathroom at church in the middle of the ladies ministry."

My mom blushed.

My cock throbbed.

Mary and Mom stripped naked and lay side-by-side on the bed, both beautiful. Mary was the beauty of youth, perky breasts and a fresh face. Mom was a hot MILF at forty-three. She possessed the ripened beauty of maturity, her body still tight as an eighteen year old's from her daily exercise. Her breasts were still lovely and her face was sexy and confident.

I disrobed. Everyone was watching. My sister smacked my ass. "Mom needs to be fucked hard."

"Mmm, yes," Mom moaned.

I crawled onto my mom. Her arms embraced me and pulled me down to her sexy body. Her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it against her wet cunt. "My boy's all grown up and ready to fuck his mother hard."

Mary Sullivan

I trembled with excitement as my daddy stared down at my naked body. Beside me, Mark mounted his mother, sliding into her flesh. Sandy let out a moan as she and Mark shared a passionate kiss. As hot as it was, I was staring at my naked dad and his hard cock.

Fucking my dad while he had been blindfolded had been hot. But today, making love to him while our families watched, would be magical. He was such a wonderful man. After my bitch of a mother ran out on him to fuck rock stars, he had raised me and my sisters without complaint. But the hurt never faded. He still loved my mother.

He shouldn't.

"I love you, Daddy," I purred, feeling so young and coquettish. I even felt virginal.

"You are so beautiful, Mary," he whispered as he crawled on me.

I savored my daddy's weight atop my body. He was fit and sexy, with fiery-red hair peppered with gray. He kept it in a long ponytail, cultivating that too-cool-for-school teacher look he loved. My thighs spread for him as he settled down on me.

"So beautiful."

"Oh, Daddy!" I smiled, joy beating in my heart. I pulled him down fully on me, my breasts pressing into his chest. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Stick that hard cock inside your sweet daughter's cunt! I need it."

The bed rocked as Mark fucked his mother faster and faster. Another taboo joining of flesh was about take place. Daddy rubbed his cock on my pussy. I moaned, eager for our incestuous love-making. He leaned down, kissing me as he thrust his cock into my wet depths.

I kept kissing my dad as he pumped his hips, sliding his dick in and out of my wet cunt. I shuddered beneath him and moaned into our kiss. I loved having my daddy in me. It was so hot. So forbidden.

This was the cock that had knocked my mother up and made me. And now it was inside of me.

My hips pumped and undulated as that wicked thought filled me. Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. I kissed Daddy harder, loving his lips and his hard cock. His thrusts grew quicker, his balls slapping into my taint.

I excited him.

"You like my cunt, Daddy?" I asked after breaking our kiss. I couldn't help sounding like a little girl asking if her father liked her new dress.

"Yes, Mary," he groaned as he plowed into me. My pussy loved his cock. "You feel so tight."

"And you feel amazing." I shuddered beneath him. "How does it feel to fuck me knowing it's your daughter?"

"Hot, forbidden, wrong, and wonderful." He kissed me again.

My toes curled as I savored our incestuous coupling. My daddy was inside my cunt. His dick slammed over and over into me. Each thrust built the pressure inside my pussy. I was eager to explode on my dad's cock and feel his cum flood my pussy.

My fingernails bit into his back as the excitement built inside of me. My clit mashed into his pubic bone when his thrusts grew harder. He slammed that thick cock into me. My daddy fucked me. I shuddered, savoring the wicked delight.

"Yes, yes, fuck your little girl, Daddy," I moaned, unable to contain the taboo excitement. "Pound my cunt, Daddy."

"You're so sweet, Mary," he groaned. "So tight. You always were such a loving daughter."

"So loving," I moaned. "Oh, Daddy, I love having you in me. I wish we had done this earlier. Oooh, imagine the fun we would have had."

"So much fun we missed out on."

"Quality, daddy-daughter bonding," I gasped, on the verge of climaxing. "Keep pounding me, Daddy. I'm so close to cumming on your cock. Don't stop. This is so hot, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your little girl and make her cum."

"Yes," he groaned.

My pussy gripped his cock. I closed my eyes, savoring every inch of his dick sliding through my sheath. Our lips met again, sharing our incestuous passion. His balls slapped my flesh, full of his cum. I couldn't wait for him to flood my cunt.

Beside me, Mark grunted. "Oh, God, Mom. You feel so good. I'm...ohhh fuck...I'm gonna cum!"

"Give it to me, Mark!" Sandy moaned like a wanton hooker.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mark grunted as he spilled his cum into his mother.

I broke the kiss with my father and looked at Mark atop his mother. He gave me that boyish grin as he watched my daddy pound me. "Naughty filly. Milk your dad's cock."

"Yes," I gasped as my orgasm burst inside of me. "Cum in my cunt, Daddy. Please, I need it."

The pleasure rippled through me as I bucked beneath Daddy. My cunt milked his cock. I needed his cum inside of me. He stared down at me, his face twisting in passion as my pussy spasmed about his dick. The pleasure swept through me, drowning my mind.

"Take Daddy's cum," he growled as he slammed into my cunt. "I can't say no to my little girl."

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped as his cum flooded my cunt. "Oh, yes, my daddy's cumming in me. Oh, yes."

My pleasure reached its peak. I held onto it as long as I could as my daddy collapsed on me. I held him as we shared our forbidden love. I was so glad I had crossed the taboo line into incest with my father.

I was such an idiot for wanting to hold back before.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- San Fransisco, CA

"We are now boarding Euro Air Flight 1893 to France at gate B38," the gate attendant said, speaking into the microphone. "Starting with First Class passengers, those traveling with small children, or who need assistance while boarding."

I bolted off from the uncomfortable, plastic chair in the terminal of San Fransisco International Airport. My heart thudded and sweat drenched my shirt, plastering it to my back. As I headed to the front of the line, my ticket in hand, I scanned for any cops coming to arrest me.

I was so close to getting away from America and Mark Fucking Glassner. I could believe that I would be stopped from reaching the safety of the air. My stomach twisted. My heart screamed. The gate attendant repeated her message, letting people flow behind me.

I needed to get out of the country and away from Mark Glassner before he found me.

The gate attendant finally started taking boarding passes. I handed her mind. She scanned it and slid it into her slot. I trooped down the gate. My tension had left me. I wouldn't feel safe until we were airborne. Mark could order this plane stopped.

"Welcome aboard Euro Air," a flight attendant with a French accent said. "Enjoy your flight, sir."​