Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Yes, they would," Mark grinned. "Shame we have to get the book. Playing can wait."

"Uh-huh," I nodded, my hips shifting. Damn, I was so wet.

I glanced over my shoulder at the limo. It rocked. Those sluts wasted no time. Rachel and Leah sent such a giddy shudder through me. It was so wonderful watching the two together. They connected, like Mark and I had.

Soul mates.

I had no idea what that meant for Rachel's young marriage, but the new love between two people, especially two women, was such a delicious thing to witness up close. Love blossomed in our own harem. Desiree and Abigail were engaged to be married, and I had witnessed the glances and smiles shared by Chasity and Noel. I shuddered, pressing close to Mark. I glanced down at my left hand, my engagement ring sparkling on my finger. The smoky diamond was such an original gem.

Dark and mysterious.

"I love you," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

He gave me a "what brought that on look" even as he beamed at me. "Love you, too."

His kiss landed on my lips.

I really wanted to play with those coeds, but we needed to get our hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Lilith, if that demon could be trusted, claimed the book would teach us magics. We would need all we could to stop Sister Theodora Mariam, the nun who had enchanted Antsy while she was on vacation in Miami.

The nuns were out there. Our enemy. Dangerous, vindictive. We took steps to bind our sex slaves and family to us so they couldn't be used as weapons like the nun's had used Mark's sister. But more needed to be done to keep us and our loved ones safe.

The Institute for Ancient Studies, the part of NYU that held the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, was a white building made of marble. Like the rest of campus, it was an impressive edifice. I admired it while getting ideas for our mansion's architecture.

Our mansion needed to be grand. Mark and I were important people. The world needed to know.

We climbed the steps and entered the building. It had a hushed air about it, the same vibe of a library. Our footsteps echoed on the floors as we marched up to the reception desk manned by a cute, Southeast Asian woman. She had a round, olive-toned face, framed by short, blue-black hair. A pair of sliver-framed glasses perched on her small nose. A pile of books and notes sat on her desk and she was typing away at her laptop.

"Hi, just one sec," she said. She typed some more and then turned to face us, smiling. "Sorry, working on my dissertation. How can I help you...?" Her eyes widened, flicking to our bodyguards. The young woman was not amused. "Is this some frat prank? I don't have time for that crap."

I hid a smile.

"No," Mark answered, not bothering to hide his grin. He always love the shock our scantily clad bodyguards brought. "We need the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Fetch it."

She frowned. "Everyone's after that book," she muttered as she stood up. She blinked and shook her head, giving Mark a confused glance even as she walked around the desk.

"Wait," I said, freezing her muscles. Her eyes bulged. Her muscles spasmed. She tried to obey two separate commands that conflicted with each other.

"Wait," Mark said. "You don't have to get the book yet."

The woman sucked in a deep breath, her eyes wild. She stared at us, swallowing and trembling. Intelligence flickered in her eyes. "Are you...?"

"Mark Glassner?" I asked. "He's not as impressive in person."

Mark gave me a look. I gave him a sweet smile back.

"Oh, shit," she said.

"Relax," I told her, "we're not going to hurt you. In fact, you want nothing more than to be helpful. What's your name?"

"Samnag Soun, but everyone calls me Sam."

"So who else has asked about the book, Sam?" Mark asked.

"This guy, Brandon. Or, I think that was his name. He called earlier this week. Um, maybe Tuesday night? I was here working on my dissertation."

I gave Mark a look. We knew Brandon was after the book. He went to France a few days ago. Doug Allard was on his trail. Or was he? Mark should try and check up on Doug when we finished here. Brandon was headed for Rennes-le-Château where the nun's motherhouse resided.

"Well, let's go get the book," Mark said. "Lead on."

"Okay," She nodded, turned, and led us to a security door. She swiped the lock with a keycard she pulled out of her pocket then held the door open for us. Once through, she rushed ahead to lead the wafy. Here the corridors were less ornate then outside. It quickly came to a set of stairs with a sign that read, "Depository One."

"So, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor is an interesting book," Sam explained as she led us. "Some think it was written by Gilles de Rais or Paracelsus. Or even by John Dee. No record of the books existence turns up before the 1500's you see. However, it is written in Aramaic, in a style consistent with an intertestamental apocrypha."

"What?" Mark asked with a frown. "The intertestamental what?"

My eyebrows furrowed.

"A period of Hebrew writings that date between the time of the Old Testament and the New Testament," Sam explained. "Like many of the Dead Sea Scrolls."

"Oh, those are the Gnostic ones, right?" I asked. "The Gnostic Gospel."

"No, that's Nag Hammadi," chuckled Sam.

"And it's in another language?" Mark asked.

Sam nodded. "Aramaic. The language spoken in Palestine when the New Testament was written."

"Why am I not surprised it's in an ancient language I've never heard of," Mark muttered.

I gave him a teasing smile then asked Sam, "Do you have a translation of the book?"

"Nothing published, I'm afraid," she answered. "I doubt anyone's ever translated it. Not a lot of research has been done with the book. Our copy was only recently found amid a collection of old books found in a cellar in London and donated anonymously."

"And can you read it?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Sam answered. "I'm a doctoral candidate in ancient Semitic languages. I can speak Biblical Hebrew and Aramaic, and I can read Ugaritic and Akkadian cuneiform. I can translate a smattering of other, rarer, Semitic languages. And Koine Greek, of course." She laughed like we should know why Koine Greek was important.

Mark rolled his eyes, but I found my eyes examining Sam. She was cute. Lithe, exotic.

In the basement, we reached a sealed door that was almost like an airlock. I shuddered as air hissed when she opened the door. It grew cool inside and the air was so dry. I licked my lips as we passed through a second door.

"The library's climate controlled," Sam explained as we entered a library. "We keep the oxygen levels lower and there is no humidity to preserve the ancient manuscripts. If you'll wait here, I'll fetch it."

"Sure," Mark said, looking around.

There were several tables with reading lamps in the center of the room and the walls were lined with tall bookshelves covered with leather bound books. Other shelves had drawers. All were labeled with a complicated catalog system. Sam made a beeline for one shelf and came back holding a slim book.

"Here it is. Bound using techniques common in the fourteenth century and printed on vellum. This book must have been in the possession of John Dee." She opened the cover and pointed to a strange symbol. Almost like the symbol for a woman, a circle above a cross, but standing on a wavy line with a crescent transfixing the top of the circle and a dot. "The Monas Hieroglyphica, which symbolizes all of creation, was John Dee's symbol."

"And who was John Dee?" I asked.

"The court magician to Queen Elizabeth. And an alchemist. Very influential in the esoteric circles. Some say he conjured the storm that smashed the Spanish Armada and saved England from being conquered."

I flicked my eyes to Mark. He nodded his head, excitement in his eyes. Conjured a storm. I believed it.

Sam turned the page and it was covered in tight, square letters written in fading-black ink. "What does it say?" Mark asked, peering at the words.

"Um, let see," she frowned, reading silently from right to left instead of left to right. "It's a summoning ritual. To summon Helel ben-Shachar. That's the Hebrew name for Lucifer. It literally means the Shining One, Son of the Morning."

"This is it," Mark said. "It's real."

"And we need a translator." I reached out and stroked Sam's face, cutting off an explanation on the origin and etymology of Lucifer's name. A flush blossomed in the Asian woman's cheeks, and she looked down. "You are quite pretty. Would you like to kiss me?"

"I...yes," the girl muttered, her dark eyes flashing briefly to my face before she looked back down at the floor. She hadn't paid much attention to me, wrapped up in her explanations, but now she had noticed me. My wish affected her, and she became aroused. Her hips twitched.

She had a hot pussy.

I turned the girl's head towards me, cupping her round, beautiful face. I bent down and kissed the girl on the lips. They were soft and dry. My tongue flicked out, wetting them. She shuddered and let out a soft sight.

"I'll just get this out of the way," Mark said, taking the book from Sam's hand. He gently sat it on the table, folded his arms, and watched us with a big grin on his face.

My hips shifted, my pussy growing wetter as Mark watched. I moaned into the kiss, then sighed when Sam kissed me back. Her lips moved. Her head tilted. Her eyes closed and she groaned, kissing me back with aggression.

My power to make any one desire me took root in Sam. Her hands grew bold, reaching out and touching me. She caressed my body through the sundress I wore, sliding up to brush my breasts or down to rub at my hips.

She would do nicely.

Sam sucked in breaths, her body swaying. She blinked. "Wh-what did you do to me?" She licked her lips, savoring the taste of my sweet mouth. "I've never felt so...so captivated before. And never with a woman."

"Because you love me," I told her. "You want to be my slave, and Mark's as well. You want nothing more than to fulfill whatever filthy, depraved acts we can imagine and command. It will make you so happy."

I loved the transformation that seized a new slut. Her eyes widened and a smile crossed her lips. She shuddered and moaned, "Yes, I want that, Mistress." She glanced at Mark, swallowed. "How may I please you, Master?"

"Strip," Mark growled.

The Holy Vizier brandished the skull of hoary Dagon, showing the survivors of Washington D.C. that the Living Gods had not forsaken them. The darkness would not prevail. Mankind would be free of the demons' yoke.

--Book of Man's Salvation 1:62-63

Mark Glassner

My voice echoed through the climate-controlled room.

"Yes, Master," Sam moaned. Those were two of the sweetest words to hear.

Sam wasted no time following my command. She pulled off her t-shirt, then she shimmied out of her comfortable jeans. Next to her, Mary pulled her sundress over her head, revealing her beautiful, naked body. Sam's white bra came off, exposing her small, round breasts and hard, brown nipples.

"Lovely," I grinned, admiring our newest slut. "And get those panties off."

"Yes, slut," Mary moaned, her fingers playing with her fiery heart of pubic hair adorning her pudenda.

"Yes, Masters," Sam moaned. Her thumbs hooked her plain, boring, white panties' waistband and shoved them down.

I let out a groan as her panties rolled down her slim thighs, exposing a neatly trimmed, black bush. It hid the treasure lurking between her thighs. I liked girls shaved, but there was something fun and exotic about the thick carpet of an Asian slut.

Mary hugged Sam, their breasts, about the same size, rubbed together. "You are gorgeous," Mary praised. "Mmm, what a slut you'll make."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sam blushed. "I'm not half as gorgeous as you are."

Mary smiled. "That's a good slut." Mary kissed Sam on the lips, her reward for the right answer.

"Damn, that is hot, Mare," I groaned, loving their naked bodies pressed together. Sam's creamy-olive skin looked wonderful next to Mary's pale, freckled flesh.

Mary broke the kiss, leaving Sam trembling, her nipples hard. "Now, Mark's cock looks all hard, let's say we help him out."

"I'd like that, Mistress," Sam answered, smiling shyly at me.

Damn, I loved Mary. She was the best woman in the world.

I leaned against the reading table as Mary and Sam strolled to me, their hips undulating, their tits jiggling. Mary had a hungry grin and Sam trembled. Her tongue licked her lips, wetting them while her hips squirmed.

Mary undid my belt while Sam pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my fly. Then the two women pulled my pants down, followed by my red boxers, exposing my hard cock. Their hands grasped my shaft, stroking me.

I groaned, "Fuck, that's nice."

Mary licked her tongue from root to tip. A delicious shiver ran through my body. Sam's tongue swiped across the crown, gathering the bead of precum. She licked again, moaning in delight while her glasses slipped down my cock.

"Doesn't he have a cute cock?" Mary asked as she stroked me.

"Oh, yes Mistress," Sam sighed and then her lips kissed the tip.

I savored the two women pleasuring my cock. Mary kissed and nibbled on the other side of my cock, licking right at the base of the crown. I shuddered as her tongue flicked and brushed against Sam's sucking mouth.

Sam pushed up her glasses as her tongue flicked out, brushing Mary's. The two women moaned and kissed around my dick. It felt so wonderful. I leaned my head back as their lips writhed together

and on my cock, pleasure racing down the shaft.

"Shit, that's good," I groaned, my voice echoing through the library. I bet we were the first people to ever have sex in here.

We were breaking in the library.

Mary grabbed Sam's hand and guided it to my balls. I shuddered as both girls played with my nuts, massaging them with deft fingers. Their lips and tongue still caressed the tip of my cock. My dick throbbed between their mouths.

"Now suck his cock, slut," Mary hissed.

Sam moaned and engulfed my cock. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I shuddered and groaned, staring down at the slut. Mary knelt beside her, smiling encouragements at the slut. Mary nuzzled against Sam's ear, licking her lobe.

The slut shuddered.

Mary nibbled on the lobe, her pink tongue caressing it. Each time Sam let out the sweetest moan that hummed around my dick. Such pleasure burst through me. I groaned, my fingers clenching on the edge of the table.

Mary shook her head and hissed into the girls' ear, "Pleasure his cock, slut! You can do better than that. Bob that head and suck. Make your Master cum in your slutty mouth."

Sam moaned around my dick and then slid her mouth down my cock. She sucked harder as she bobbed. My eyes rolled in my head and my toes curled in my shoes. I groaned, shivering at Sam's eager mouth. Her head twisted. Her mouth made obscene, sucking sounds.

"Fuck, that's great." I moaned.

"Are you going to cum in this little slut's mouth?" Mary asked, her green eyes sparkling up at me.

"I will," I groaned, my balls tightening. Mary still massaged my balls.

"Mmm, I can't wait to kiss her salty lips and drink your cum right out of her mouth."

The wanton lust in Mary's voice made me groan. My hips bucked, fucking my cock into Sam's mouth. Mary grabbed the Asian slut's head and held her in place so I could fuck her mouth. She smiled at me as I used Sam's mouth as pussy.

"Fuck the slut," Mary hissed. "Pound her mouth. The slut's just begging for it."

"Yes," I panted as I fucked Sam's mouth harder and harder.

My cum boiled in my balls, desperate to be released. The tip of my cock was brushing the back of her throat with every thrust. Sam moaned and sucked harder, eager to please. Her almond-shaped eyes burned with lust.

"Shit," I groaned. "That's it, slut."

"Cum in her mouth, Mark," begged Mary. "Do it. Oh, yes. Fuck her mouth and flood her with all your cum.

Sam moaned as I fucked her. She sucked and slurped. Her tongue traced around my cock's head when I pulled back. The delicious sensation shot to my balls. They tightened and I shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut and I groaned through clenched teeth.

My cum boiled into her mouth.

"Yes," Mary moaned.

I trembled, flooding our newest slut's mouth. The pleasure rushed through me. That wonderful release. Nothing was better. I could cum day and night. It never grew old. I sucked in deep breaths as my mind drank in the bliss.

"That's how you please your Master, slut," Mary whispered.

"Uh-huh," I panted.

I pulled my cock out of Sam's mouth, her lips open, my spunk pooling around her tongue. Mary, letting out a moan of lust, grabbed the girl's face. The pair met in a kiss, tongues meeting, swapping my cum back and forth. Mary moaned, her hands stroking Sam's dusky cheeks as she shuddered.

My cock ached. My naughty filly always inspired me.

Sam, caught up in the lust, moved her hands. Dusky fingers roamed over Mary's body, cupping her perky breasts and pinching Mary's nipples. Sam let out soft moans as she played with the Mary's dusky nubs, rolling them between her fingers. Sam's hips shifted, her thighs pressing together, her lusts growing.

Mary broke the kiss. She had a wicked smile on her lips, traces of my cum made a whitish gleam on her lips. She slid her hands up Sam's cheeks to her short, black hair. Her fingers dug into the silky strands. Then she pushed down on the slut's head.

"Mmm, suck on my titties," Mary moaned.

Sam's lips kissed at Mary's neck and freckled chest, moving lower and lower while Mary stretched back on the cement floor, pulling Sam down with her. Sam knelt between Mary's spread legs, her tight ass pointing at me.

Mary let out a soft sigh as Sam sucked a dusky nipple into her mouth. Sam's fingers squeezed Mary's breasts. The slut's tongue flicked out, tracing Mary's aerola, and then Sam's lips would suck as much of Mary's tit into her mouth as she could.

"Oh, you wicked slut," Mary purred, her eyes fluttering.

I stroked my cock, admiring the sight. Sam's lips made loud, sucking pops as she worshiped Mary's nipple. The slut went back and forth, sucking hard and bringing new gasps from Mary's lips.

"Enjoying the show?" Mary asked, her eyes flashing.

"Oh, I am," I grinned. I kept stroking my cock, a slow slide, savoring the simple pleasure.

Sam's hand explored Mary's body. The slut flicked her tongue at Mary's nipple as Sam's hands caressed Mary's side, sliding up and down, teasing my fiance. Mary shuddered, her thighs shifted, spreading wider.

Her pussy growing hot.

Maybe Sam sensed it or maybe her curiosity naturally led her hand to Mary's thighs. Sam rubbed at Mary's thigh, stroking her. Sam's fingers dipped lower, caressing the silky flesh. Mary shuddered again as Sam's fingers crept up the inner slope of Mary's thigh up to her waxed pussy.

"Yes," Mary gasped as Sam found her wet cunt and teased Mary's hungry hole with her fingers.

I couldn't see, Sam was in the way, but I could hear the sound of fingers entering hot cunt. I watched the pleasure rippled across my fiance's face. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, then a wanton sigh escaped.

I stroked my cock faster

"Lower!" Mary panted. "Get down there and make my pussy cum, whore! Eat me out."

"Yes, Mistress."

Sam obeyed. She slid lower and lower, kissing down Mary's stomach. Sam's pink tongue flashed out, leaving glistening trails on Mary's flesh. Sam's cute ass wiggled as she moved down Mary's body. Mary let out a moan of anticipation.

"She's almost there," I smiled.

Mary opened her mouth to answer, but instead a moan escaped. She shuddered as Sam's lips found my fiance's cunt. The Asian slut's tongue dug through Mary's slit, gathering a coating of Mary's juices. Mary trembled and writhed.

"Yes, that's it, slut," she hissed. "Oh, yes. Lick my cunt. Make me cum. Mmm, I'm ready for it."

My eyes flicked to Sam's ass, shaking with her excitement. My dick throbbed. I had watched long enough.

I knelt behind Sam's ass, stroked her slim butt, and slid my hand between her legs to find her wet cunt. She moaned into Mary's snatch as I stroked Sam's dripping folds. I dug a finger into her depths, savoring her warm delights.

A new cunt to fuck.

Sam's pussy clenched and sucked at my finger, eager to be penetrated. I fingered her as I rub my dick against her ass, leaving a trial of precum behind. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into my fingers, eager for my cock.

"Fuck her cunt, Mark!" Mary hissed. "Fuck the little slut until she cums on your hard cock, Mark!"

"With pleasure, Mare," I grinned.

I ripped my finger out. I sucked her spicy, tangy juices as I lined my cock up at her cunt. My fingers spread open her dark pussy lips to reveal the beautiful, pink flesh hidden within her tight slit, begging to be filled.

I filled it.

Sam moaned like a bitch in heat as my cock buried into her cunt. She was so tight. Her cunt hadn't been fucked that much. The nerd probably spent all her time in college studying and not getting fucked like a good little coed. But it gave her a hot, tight, wet glove.

I thrust all the way into her, my balls smacking into her clit. Her pussy clenched about my dick. Sam moaned in delight, shuddering, bucking back into my thrusts. Her head moved, licking harder, faster, making such wicked noises as she devoured Mary's cunt.

Mary writhed on her back beneath Sam's tongue lashing. Her freckled tits jiggled and bounced. Mary's head tossed. A lock of her auburn hair spilled about her cheek. Her eyes fluttered as she bucked and moaned.

"Is she a good cunt muncher?" I asked Mary, my hips pumping, pleasure rushing through my body while my balls smacked over and over into Sam's clit.

"Oh, she's a natural," Mary purred. "You'd never know this was her first time going down on a girl. Mmm, her tongue is long, too. Oh, fuck, I've never had someone shove their tongue that deep inside me. I'm gonna cream her face."

"Good," I panted, stroking Sam's ass.

I fucked Sam harder, gripping her ass as I pounded on her cock, watching my beautiful filly grind her cunt into Sam's face. Mary's perky breasts heaved. Mary had a huge smile on her face as she writhed in pleasure.

The pleasure rippled out of my cock. I savored Sam's hot, tight cunt. The silky friction spurred me to pound her faster and faster. My balls ached. They wanted to spill my cum into her tight, wet cunt. I groaned through my teeth.

"Such a hot cunt," I panted, smacking Sam's ass.

Sam moaned into Mary's cunt. The slut's pussy contracted on my cock. Her body shook as she came on my dick. My hands squeezed her hips, savoring the pleasure and the thrill of making her cum. Nothing was sweeter.

I loved making slut's cum.

"Holy shit!" Sam gasped. "Is this an orgasm?"

"Yeah, slut," I gasped.

"Oh my God, thank you Master," she panted. "It's so wonderful. None of my...had ever...oh, wow. Oh, yes!"

I slapped her ass, a loud stinging slap that left an angry, red mark. "Your mouth is supposed to be on Mary's cunt!"

"Sorry, Master," she squeaked and buried her face back into Mary's cunt.

I thrilled at giving the slut her first real cum. She bucked and moaned. I smacked her ass again, reddening her dusky-olive cheek. Her pussy still spasmed, her orgasm rippling through her body while juices drenched my crotch and dripped to the ground.

My own orgasm built as I slammed into the slut. I fucked her harder and harder, wanting to fill her dirty cunt with my cum. I plunged into her tight, wet tunnel. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to my release.

"Shit," I groaned. I loved the wet sound of my dick slamming into a slut's dripping cunt. "Fucking slut. Such a great cunt. Damn!"

"Cum in her," groaned Mary.

My body tensed. I slammed into my newest slut. I groaned as my cum flooded into Sam's cunt. It wouldn't be the last. My fingers dig into her asscheeks and hips as the pleasure rushed through my body. I growled through the bliss.

Then I pulled out. My cum dripped out of her pussy. Sam shuddered, her hips shaking as she kept devouring Mary. With a smile on my lips, my body buzzing with bliss, I stretched out on the cold concrete next to Mary.

"She's got a hot little cunt," I panted as I snuggled against her.

Mary smiled and I kissed her on the lips. Mary moaned into my mouth as she writhed on Sam's lips. Her tongue flicked against my lips. My hand reached out, cupping her breast. She shuddered and sighed.

"Wants some help?" I asked after breaking our kiss, my hand playing with her nipple.

"Yes," she groaned. "I'm so close."

I kissed down her neck to her breasts. I captured a dusky nipples and sucked on the nub. Mary moaned and panted. Her body went rigid beneath me, my suckling the final trigger. Mary bucked and screamed as came on Sam's face. I watched the pleasure in my face, happy for her. I released her nipple.

Sam smiled, her face drenched with cum and cuddled up to Mary's other side as we all enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms on the cold floor of the library. I stared at the shelfs full of rare books and grinned.

We had the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The nuns and Brandon and all our other enemies would fail to stop us.

Mary Sullivan

"Still nothing?" I asked as Mark lowered is cell phone.

He shook his head. "Doug is still not answering. It rings and rings. Then his voice mail. He hasn't called back. He should call back."

"The nun's must have gotten to him," I sighed. "We should have realized that. We sent him into their power."

"Yeah," Mark sighed.

Rachel gave us curious looks, the bride wearing a slinky dress. She sat on the other side of the limo, half turned so she could at once pay attention to Mark and me and still gaze at Leah as she drove us through New York City to dinner.

I worried my lip. We had the book, left with Sam at our hotel room with a pair of our bodyguards for protection. She had to translate the thick tome into English so we could learn the spells and make use of the information. But Brandon was hunting for his own copy.

Would the nuns work with him? Or what about the Altgrave?

"And what about finding the Altgrave?" I asked.

"I wish I spoke German," Mark muttered. "I haven't spoken to anyone that can help me. It's the weekend. No one's at his foundation and I can't find a private number. I did talk to someone at his company who's trying to hunt down a phone number."

I snuggled to Mark and sighed. "What are we going to do?"

He put down his phone. "Enjoy our vacation. We can deal with the nuns and Brandon. We have our bodyguards and Sam to translate the book. We'll find Brandon and stop nuns. Okay?"

He was so earnest. I smiled at him. "Okay."

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

"You and Leah sure seem close," Mary said to me after a delicious dinner at Keen's Steakhouse. Mark and Leah had slipped off to fuck in the bathroom, and I was missing Leah's beautiful, angelic face, her blonde hair, and her full lips that I had come to love to kiss.

I flushed. Ever since this morning, I had felt like I was falling in love with Leah. At every moment we could, Leah and I would kiss or hold hands. We were like a pair of teenagers. And if we could get away with it, we'd fuck.

I think Leah was falling in love with me.

I still loved my Jacob and almost felt guilty about the poor guy sitting in our honeymoon suite all alone while I was out having all this fun. But I was going to make it up to Jacob Sunday night. With Leah.

"She's becoming...special to me," I confided to Mary.

She was so beautiful and desirable. I just wanted to kiss her freckled face, to rub my cheek against her perky tits, and taste her delicious pussy. Mary was intoxicating to be around. Away from her, you didn't feel the same intense desire for her, but up close it was almost overwhelming.

"And what about your husband?"

"I still love him. I can't wait to see him."

"Is that what you want, Rachel?" Mary's green eyes twinkled.

It was. I may be a blonde slut for the weekend, fulfilling my deepest fantasies, but that would end when I returned to my husband. But I also wanted Leah. In my mind, the three of us were together, all loving each other, living happily ever after.

I know, it was some perverted, naive, schoolgirl's fantasy, but I wanted both of my loves. Reality would return tomorrow evening.

"Yes, Mary," I answered, not wanting to give up my fantasy yet.

Mary smiled.

I licked my lips. All day I had been wanting to ask a question as Mark and Mary played tourist. Mary was so nice and wonderful. I shouldn't be afraid. I should just ask. Right now. "And...um...I was wondering if Leah and I could go to a club tonight?"

Mary's smile broadened. "Sure. I'll find a hot piece of ass to keep Mark entertained while you two slip off and have some fun."

"Oh, thank you," I cooed, hugging her.

"You can thank me by slipping under the table and eating my horny cunt," Mary purred, her hand on my head pushing me beneath the table.

Mark and Mary were so confident that everyone did what they wanted, including me. We were in a crowded restaurant, but I didn't hesitate to slip beneath the table. In fact, I was happy to pleasure Mary. It was so satisfying.

It was cozy beneath the table. Almost private, the sounds of the restaurant mooted, the lights half-blocked by the table cloth. I trembled as I spread Mary's thighs. I kissed my way down her silky flesh until my lips found her shaved cunt wet and waiting for me.

She tasted sweet and spicy. Her hot flesh pressed on my lips as squirmed, enjoying my tongue's licking at her slit. Her juices coated my tongue. I savored every mouthful as I nuzzled at her, teasing her, pleasing her while Leah pleased Mark in the bathroom.

"Your dessert, madam," the waiter said. Mary had ordered their dark chocolate mousse. A plate clattered. I didn't stop licking. My lips brushed her clit. I sucked on it.

"Mmm," Mary purred, she must have just eaten a bite, her hips squirming.

"How do you enjoy it, madam?"

"It's positively orgasmic," Mary moaned as I nibbled on her clit.

"Well, enjoy your dessert, madam," the waiter said politely and left.

I almost laughed. No dessert could taste half as good as a woman's cunt, and I enjoyed the sweet dessert of Mary's pussy. I lapped at all her juices and enjoyed her moans and pants as she came on my sucking mouth.

Much is known about some of the Tyrants' inner circle, and almost nothing is known about others. Jacob Goldstein is one of the latter. His background as an accountant may explain his position as Secretary of the Treasury, but how he garnered the position has never been clear. Our only sources are the dubious propaganda of the Tyrants.

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

Mary Sullivan

"Fuck," Mark groaned as the twin, eighteen-year-old sisters cuddled on other side of him in the back of the limo. Both had heart-shaped faces and golden-blonde hair falling in curls about them. They laughed and giggled under Mark's control. Their auras were black. I hardly paid attention to the faint outline around everyone I could see now thanks to the mowdah spell.

A nun would be gold. Mark's was red. Our slaves were black.

Rachel, cuddled up to me in the party dress I bought for her earlier, beamed, squirming with excitement to go out on her date with Leah. I gave her a kiss on the lips, savoring the lingering traces of my pussy juices staining her lips.

Leah pulled the limo up to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel where we stayed. Mark grinned. "We're going to fuck you both," he panted. "I'm going to coat your faces in cum and watch you lick it off your sister's face."

"Oh, you're so wicked," one of the girls moaned. It was Mandy or Tandy. I wasn't sure which.

"Thank you," Rachel whispered as Mark and the twins climbed out of the limo.

"Just be back before morning," I warned then climbed out of the limo.

"I will," Rachel called.

"Enjoy the twins, ma'am," Leah nodded to me, her eyes excited.

"Enjoy the bride," I winked at her. "Show her a wild time."

"Maybe I'll take her to a gangbang."

I laughed and smacked Leah on the ass, then hurried to join Mark and the twins, my pussy itching to watch the two sluts dive into the sensual world of incest. My heels clicked as I watched the twins identical asses sway on either side of my man.

Mark Glassner

Tandy's and Mandy's identical faces pressed together as their tongues bathed the crown of my cock. I groaned, savoring the sweet delight. The pleasure rushed down my cock. I moaned every time their tongues brushed, their lips touching.

Incest was such a beautiful sight.

"That's it, sluts," Mary purred. "Please him. Enjoy him together. You're twins. You should do everything together."

"Yes," Mandy or Tandy moaned. I couldn't tell them apart.

Mary knelt behind them. She wore a strap-on dildo, pink and thick, covered in bumps. She grasped the right twin's succulent hips and thrust into her cunt. The twin moaned, her eyes fluttering as Mary slammed into the girl's depths.

"Oh, Mandy, she's fucking me," the right twin moaned.

"Lucky," moaned Mandy between licks.

"Don't stop licking and sucking," I groaned, stroking their hair."

"Yes," Mary gasped, smacking Tandy's ass.

The blonde twin shuddered, moaning in pleasure as Mary fucked her. Tandy's lips kissed and nuzzled at the side of my cock, right where the crown met the shaft. I groaned, my hands tightening in their hair.

"No," Tandy gasped when Mary yanked her dildo out of the right twin's cunt, shifted over, and slammed into Mandy.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, wow, that's so different. The bumps. Oh, Tandy, we need to buy dildos. We are missing out."

"You are," groaned Mary. "And you need to use them on each other."

"Fuck, yes," I panted, picturing the twins exploring their bodies and using their dildos on each other's nubile flesh.

Tandy's and Mandy's tongue caressed and worship my dick. The nibbled and sucked, moaning in delight. Mary switched back and forth, fucking a twin for a few strokes, then slamming into the other's, driving both girl's wild with delight.

Mary's eyes twinkled as she worked her dildo in and out of both slut's cunts. The pleasure was so obvious as it crossed her face. She enjoyed herself, fucking them hard, working her dildo in and out of their snatches.

"Fuck, they're sluts," I groaned.

"It's so hot," Mary panted. "Their pussies look them same. Both their juices are on the dildo." A huge grin crossed her faced. "They're mixing, Mark."

"Fuck." My balls boiled. "That's so hot. Fuck them hard, Mare. Pound their naughty cunts."

"Yes, fuck us," moaned Mandy while her twin sucked on the tip of my cock. Mandy bucked her hips back into Mary's thrusts. "Yes, yes, yes. So good. I'm so close to...no!"

Mary ripped her dildo out of Mandy's pussy, the shaft covered in milky juices. Then she slammed into Tandy's cunt. The twin moaned about my dick. Her lips popped off, her blue eyes rolling back into her head. Mandy sucked on my cock as Tandy gasped and shuddered, growing closer and closer to erupting.

Tandy's face contorted. Her eyes squeezed shut. Then she let out a low moan, her body shuddering. She came hard on Mary's dildo. Mary grinned, smacking the girl's ass as she trembled. Mandy popped her mouth off my dick, staring at her twin.

"You came, Tandy!"

"Yes," she moaned.

The twins kissed as Mary ripped her dildo from Tandy's cunt and slammed it into Mandy's. My dick bobbed before the hot sight of their incestuous kiss. I ached to be touched, but I didn't want to ruin the sight of their mirrored faces kissing.

"Shit," I panted.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mary groaned, her tits heaving.

I stroked my dick, my eyes flicking from Mary's bouncing breasts to the twins kissing. Their lips writhed. They both moaned into the kiss. Mandy's face contorted. Her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm swept through her.

My balls erupted. I grunted as my orgasm crushed through me. My cum spurted onto the twin's face, painting lines of white across their cheeks and the bridge of their nose. One blast splattered on their writhing lips. They moaned, tasting the salt of my cum.

"Damn," I groaned as Mandy broke the kiss with Tandy and licked up a line of cum from her twin's cheek.

"Fuck," Mary groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. She shuddered, her breasts bouncing, as her own orgasm burst through her. "Fuck, that is so damned hot."

"Yes," I groaned, watching the twins lick their cum from each other's faces.

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I trembled as the cab pulled up to a curb in the Bronx. I stared at the window, my body pressed against Leah, excited for our night out dancing. According to Leah, we were before a club called The Ware. "It used to be called the Warehouse," Leah explained, "but that got shortened. It's the hot place, right now."

I stared at the dilapidated warehouse, made of crumbling brick. If it wasn't for the long line of people, mostly men, that ran down the side of the building and went around the corner into an alley, I would have taken it for ruins. It did not look like a club.

Which I guess was the point.

I frowned as we climbed out of the cab. Leah paid the driver and joined me. The line was so long. "I didn't think we'd have to wait?"

"You only have to wait if you're ugly," Leah smiled. "And we're a pair of hot blondes."

I smiled at her as she hooked her arm in mine. Together, we walked up to the bouncer, a big Black guy, and smiled. He eyed us up, nodded his head, and lifted the rope to the dismay of the guys and a few gals in line.

Those girls weren't hot enough.

The door opened on a short tunnel, the pulse of dubstep growing louder and louder. We crashed through a second pair of doors and were assaulted by the music. The entire factory floor was packed with people. Blacklights flooded the club. Everything glowed bright blue or green or red. People danced while wearing glowstick bracelets. It gave them an ethereal beauty in the dark club.

I stared in awe, transfixed until Leah pulled me out onto the dance floor.

"You don't want to just watch," she said. I barely heard her over the music's thud.

I let the music flow through me, moving my body to the rhythm, pressing against Leah. She turned around, her ass rubbing into my groin as we danced. My pussy itched. I ground back, my clit pressing against my skirt, my shaved lips growing juicy.

I felt so alive. Nothing mattered except the beat of the music and the dance. Someone came up behind me and rubbed up against my ass. Something hard poked me. A man's cock. A naughty thrill rushed through me as I savored his bulge pressing into the crack of my ass, only our clothing separating us.

A happy pride surged through me, the man was hard for my body.

I ground my ass back into him, leaning my back against his broad chest, feeling his scratchy whiskers on my delicate neck. This was so much fun. Leah was right, blondes have all the fun. I couldn't imagine a guy rubbing up against the drab brunette I used to be. Nor would that drab brunette turn around and grind her pussy on a strange guy's leg, enjoying her clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans.

That drab brunette would have worn her panties, too.

His lips were rough as he kissed me, his stubble rasping on my chin. He smelled of sweat and leather--manly smells that made my cunt wetter. His hands were bold, exploring all the charms my body had to offer. That drab brunette wouldn't let a strange man feel her breast through her dress. She wouldn't let the man slip his hand down her bodice, find her hard nipple, and play with it in the middle of a club's dance floor. That drab brunette definitely wouldn't unzip the man's fly, draw out his cock, and let that strange man slide his dick into her married cunt. And the drab brunette wouldn't fuck the man, writhing her hips and enjoying the gaze of a group of men and women that gathered to watch her uninhibited behavior.​