Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The world changed on Wednesday, June 26th, 2013. The supernatural was revealed--the False Miracle.

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

Monday, June 24th, 2013 -- Lilith -- The Abyss

I frowned as I spotted Lucifer watching Mark from the Shadows, the topmost layer of the Abyss. I spied him seven times watching Mark and his slut Mary on their despicable trip to New York City where they abused any woman they could get their hands on--a woman on her honeymoon, a pair of twin sisters, their chauffeur, and Samnag Soun, their newest slut.

Their latest victim.

And Lucifer watched it all. He was around more frequently, his light pulsing with excitement. He couldn't hide it. Something momentous would soon happen. What were his plans? What made Mark Glassner so important?

I moved to Lucifer. A nimbus of light shrouded his body. He claimed to be too perfect, too beautiful, to be seen. The light protected others from his visage. He always was too prideful. It was why he fell into the Abyss.

"Enjoying watching Mark humiliate and degrade more women?" I asked, not bothering to hide my contempt.

I tried not to watch. Today, Mark was holding another tryout for more of his "bodyguards." Female cops, naked in the June sunshine, wrestled and fucked for his amusement. Each dominated by his powers, believing she wanted to please and protect him.

Only the most beautiful and deadliest would be chosen to expand Mark's bodyguard. The women he chose last time circled Sparks Stadium in downtown Puyallup, a perimeter protecting him and his whores.

Mary fucked one potential bodyguard with a strap-on while Mark watched. Alison--his pink-haired slut--sucked on his cock. Lucifer's light pulsed as he watched Mark ram his cock into Alison's mouth, fucking the enslaved woman.

I would free them all.

"Enjoying this perversion?"

"Yes," Lucifer answered. "It is my design."

"For Mark to fuck every woman on the planet?"

"Maybe."

I grit my teeth. I hated Lucifer. And soon I would be free of the Abyss. Karen, who lay in the nearby Good Samaritan Hospital, incubated my vessel. When she gave birth in a month, I would be reborn. Free.

I just needed to find away to spirit her from Mark's power. My followers were not strong enough and my monstrous daughters, growing in the wombs of my High Priestess, Chantelle and Lana, would not be born until after my vessel.

But if something momentous approached, something Lucifer waited on, perhaps I could exploit it.

Lucifer pulsed again as Mark dumped his cum into Alison's mouth. The slut moaned her thanks. I ground my teeth. No woman should have to thank a man for being used as his cum dump. I would flay Mark Glassner. I would leave him howling in agony.

"And how goes your little scheme to escape the Abyss?"

I did not betray my shock. Of course he would know. "Well. My escape is inevitable. I really must thank you for giving me the opportunity."

"You are most welcome."

It was no fun to gloat if he was so gracious. "Maybe I'll assist you with your freedom."

"Now, Lilith, you shouldn't lie. You are terrible at it."

Could he do anything to stop my escape? He could kill Karen or terminate her pregnancy. But Mark had Karen protected, under the supervision of his sluts with medical backgrounds and guarded by his bodyguards. "I am a terrible liar. Honesty is so refreshing in the Abyss. Lucifer, I will savor every free breath I take knowing you are watching me from here."

"I look forward to watching how you use your freedom."

I bit back my snarl and retreated. He could be pretending not to care, but I knew he would wail and gnash his teeth once I was free--the first demon to escape in two thousand years. I flashed to Good Samaritan hospital and watched the near-comatose Karen and my vessel swiftly growing in her womb.

Only a month away.

Tuesday, June 24th, 2013 -- Doug Allard -- Jebel al-Lawz, Saudi Arabia

The sun rose over the mountain. My wife gasped beside me in the range rover we rented in Tel Aviv. The GPS had guided us to it--Jebel al-Lawz. Our refuge. We would spend the next forty years here waiting for the end of the darkness.

The mountain was red rock rising out of the lifeless desert, it's conical peak scorched black like the entire peak had been set aflame. Some people thought this was the true Mount Sinai from the old testament, that it was the Arabian Desert, and not the tiny Sinai Peninsula, where the Israelites hand wondered for forty years.

The top of the mountain looked scorched, engulfed in flames as the bible described when the Creator visited Moses.

"This is it," Tina said in awe.

I still wasn't used to the youthful face of my wife. We were both in our forties, but we had received the Gift, our bodies reforged into the strength of youth. And the vigor... The back of the Range Rover was roomy enough for making love. We had indulged when we rested on our trip south from Tel Aviv, through Jordan, and finally into Saudi Arabia.

We were lucky to have made it this far. No, Providence had created the lucky circumstances that allowed us to enter Saudi Arabia unchallenged at the Jordanian border. We had no entry visas. Saudi Arabia was not a country foreigners could enter easily.

And yet the strange fire at the checkpoint, consuming the guard post, gave us the opening to drive right across and continue following the road south along the Gulf of Arabia. No authorities, like Saudi Arabia's dread Religious Police, stopped us as we drove through their land.

The road led to the moment. It loomed higher and higher over us. And then the world rippled. I gasped as light bathed us. A wall appeared of energy. We passed through it, crossing to the other side. I hit the brakes, looking back at the wall. It wavered and vanished.

For an instant, I thought I saw an angel standing along the wall at the distant corner.

"A protective barrier?" whispered Tina. "It must be to hide us."

I nodded my head. This place had been prepared, a refuge, to keep the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor safe until it was needed.

I kept driving to the mountain, to our new home. I wasn't surprised to find a tent waiting for us, already set up and laden with supplies. There was no sign of the original owner. A generator sat beside it connected to a satellite dish pointed into the heavens.

We would not be isolated from the world.

Treachery lurks in the soul of all men.

--excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mark Glassner -- Tacoma, WA

I sped down I-5, my Mustang's engine growling. I groaned and came, flooding Alison's mouth with my jizz. She swallowed and moaned her delight. I gripped the steering wheel while the city of Tacoma flashed by.

"Damn," I panted. It was the second blowjob she had given me since we left South Hill.

"I'm glad you enjoyed, Master," she grinned as she sat up, licking her lips.

"And mi Sirenita enjoyed it, too," Desiree purred as she sat in the backseat.

Alison giggled and looked over her shoulder at her fiancee. "Yep."

Ahead, the exit to Highway 705 which led to downtown Tacoma approached. Cars cleared out of the way of my bodyguards. I had a Tenino cop car racing in front of me and a University Place patrol car behind me. My escorts.

Yesterday's tryouts for expanding the bodyguard went well. We had over seventy cops, each sexy and competent, show up. Mary and I had a blast along with our families. They helped us narrow down the candidates. We took twelve cops from King County and twelve from Thurston County, tripling the size of our bodyguard. I assigned a few to guard our plane, and then others would protect our family members. Anyone leaving our street would have two bodyguards accompanying them.

For Mary and me, it was four bodyguards when we left.

I would not let anything happen to our sluts and family members. A nun was out there trying to stop us.

When Mary left for her bridal fitting with her two sisters and mine, a whole parade of cop cars followed. The media camped outside our street, trying to catch footage of us. And not just the media, the paparazzi were starting to follow us, writing salacious stories for the tabloids. We were making national headlines. I had to turn Jessica, our reporter slut, into our press secretary to keep on top of everything.

Three times yesterday Mary and I gave interviews, Mary touting our politics and charity. She had plans involving me running for office.

Libertarians lauded our "no government should interfere" policy in regards to the pro-bigamy stance Mary and I had taken. Conservatives lashed out against our sexual politics while Liberals were happy with our social conscience, as demonstrated by our charity to help poor women get free gynecological help. The Occupy Movement saw me as some sort of Robin Hood, sticking it to the 1% and getting away with all those bank robberies.

Politics wasn't why I wished for these powers. I just wanted to have fun, screw a few girls, but I was starting to think I could make a real difference. Maybe make this world a better place.

There was an open seat in the State House of Representatives up for election in November and Mary was urging me to throw my name in. We have a fund raiser coming up this Friday for our charity. It would be the perfect place to announce my candidacy. We already had Julius Prescott III, the billionaire I bought the plane from, associated with our charity and last night, over the phone, he promised a number of big names to show up to the party. His wife, the beautiful Monique, had also been working to get people to come.

I followed my escort through the streets of downtown Tacoma. We raced up 9th Avenue and reached Tacoma Avenue. We turned left and reached the courthouse. It was a large building sitting next to the Pierce County Jail. The courthouse building doubled as the Pierce County Superior Court and the Tacoma Municipal Court.

"Let's get you divorced," I grinned at Desiree when I turned off the engine.

"Looking forward to it, mi Rey." Desiree was married to Brandon Fitzsimmons, the asshole causing all sorts of problems for Mary and me. He was in Europe somewhere hunting for the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

I hoped he wouldn't get his hands on it.

I stepped out into the sunshine and helped Desiree climb out of the backseat, her large tits jiggling in her low-cut blouse. She was a Latina beauty, curvy and sensual. Alison, youthful and perky, came around from the other side of the car. Both women pressed against me.

"Oops, your cock's still out, Master," Alison giggled. She quickly stuffed me back inside my jeans. "There."

"Thanks," I laughed. I was so used to casual nudity, including jogging naked in the morning, that I hadn't cared my dick hung out of my jeans.

My bodyguard formed up around us as we marched to the courthouse. People glanced at us, recognizing my bodyguards and me from the news. I nodded at them, savoring my celebrity status. It was intoxicating.

Alison swelled in pride as people muttered my name, thrusting out her chest. She wore her favorite top, a too tight, pink t-shirt. Printed on her shirt was: "Daddy's little girl," only the word girl was crossed out and and "slut" was written in its place. It was the shirt she wore when I met her.

She fucked me willingly and was excited to be my sex slave. About her neck was her gold choker, her name written in diamonds. Desiree, on the other side, was dressed more elegantly, in a tight, golden dress and heels, a gold choker set with onyx tight about her throat.

"Ready to be a single woman?" I asked Desiree when we reached family court.

"She won't be single for long," Alison said happily. "She's kicking Brandon to the curb and getting a better woman."

I frowned, my thoughts heading back to Brandon. He disappeared in France. And he wasn't the only person who vanished. Doug, the private investigator I sent after Brandon, was also missing. The nuns probably got to Doug. Brandon was heading to Rennes-le-Château, to the nun's Motherhouse. And it had been over two weeks since our slaves, Chantelle and Lana, set out on their honeymoon. They were supposed to be back last Friday, but we hadn't heard from them in over a week.

I had Chasity, the head of the bodyguards, and Noel, our FBI slut, tracking them down. I had a bad feeling that the nuns got to them, too. We didn't know about the Zimmah spell when we parted with Chantelle and Lana, so they were vulnerable to a nun's powers.

Hell, we didn't even know about the nuns back then. It was a simpler time when Mary and I just enjoyed our powers and had fun. We didn't need an army of bodyguards to protect us.

We pushed into the family courtroom, a few people already waiting. You could tell the couples getting divorced because they kept glaring at each other across the aisle, shepherded by their lawyers. I saw one woman, early twenties, with green eyes and black hair, who filled out her blouse quite nicely. I sat down next to her, Alison and Desiree on the other side of me.

She glanced at me, her eyes widening in recognition.

"Yep," I nodded. "I'm him."

She glanced at my sluts, noticing the chokers. Her cheeks blushed. She was a delicious. My dick ached. I may have just cum down Alison's throat, but I wished for stamina when I made my Pact with the Devil.

I could fuck all day.

"You're a pretty thing," I whispered, leaning over and smiling at the woman. "You want to make your soon-to-be-ex-husband real jealous?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Kneel before me and suck my cock."

"That would make him jealous," she giggled, glancing at a man across the aisle. She already moved, compelled by my command. "Mmm, you are as bold and wild as everyone claims, and you make people do what you want."

"Yep."

Her lawyers gasped, "Marcy what are you doing?" as the woman knelt before me and unzipped my jeans.

"It's okay," I told her lawyer. "Just pretend like nothing is going on back here."

"Damn, you are powerful," Marcy whispered as her lawyer clamped her mouth shut. "I'll get away with sucking your cock in the middle of court?"

"Yeah," I told her as her lips engulfed my cock in warmth. "You'll have quite the story to tell all your friends."

"Yes, she will," giggled Alison. "Enjoy his cock, slut. Make him cum hard. That's your place."

Her mouth sucked hungrily at my cock. I groaned, leaning back on the bench as the pleasure shot to the tip of my dick. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue agile as it swirled around my cock. I groaned loudly, not caring who saw.

That made it hotter.

"What the fuck?" a man growled--Marcy's soon-to-be-ex-husband. He stood.

"Just sit down, don't say a word about what I'm doing to your wife, and know that she loves my cock far more than she ever loved yours."

Marcy moaned what might have been, "Oh, yes," as she sucked my dick.

Her husband sat down, his face bewildered, his eyes locked on Marcy's head as it bobbed up and down my cock. Other people glanced at us, a buzz growing in the courtroom. The lawyer for Marcy's husband stood up, his jaw dropping.

"Just ignore us," I groaned loudly. Everyone looked away.

Including Alison and Desiree.

"Alison, Desiree, you don't have to ignore me," I said, not meaning to include my two sex slaves in the command.

"Good, I like watching you, Master," Alison purred. She licked her lip, her tongue stud flashing.

Desiree pressed up against my side. "Is she pleasing you, mi Rey?"

"She's good," I answered, "But why don't you help her out?"

"Ooh, I'd love to," Desiree purred and bent over, her hair falling about my crotch.

I pushed her hair to the side so I could watch her tongue lick up my shaft. I shuddered at the pleasure then smiled as Desiree's lips found Marcy's. My Latina slut licked at the black-haired woman's mouth. Marcy popped her mouth off my cock.

"So we're sharing?"

"Yep," Desiree moaned then swirled her tongue about the tip of my cock.

"Damn," I groaned when Marcy added her tongue.

The two ladies teased my cock, their tongues caressing and flicking at the head. Pleasure surged down my cock and I leaned back into the bench and enjoyed their ministrations. This was the best way to attend court.

They kissed and sucked, sharing my cock, passing it back and forth. My balls tightened each time their lips engulfed the tip and sucked for a moment. I groaned when they popped their mouth off my dick and passed it to the other.

"Mmm, that is so hot," Alison groaned.

She hiked up her fiancee's skirt, exposing Desiree's curvy ass. Alison spread Desiree's nut-brown butt-cheeks and bent over, rimming Desiree's asshole. Alison sealed her lips over the puckered sphincter and shoved her tongue inside her ass.

"Oh, yes, mi Sirenita," Desiree moaned. "Lick my ass. I love it."

Marcy's lips engulfed my cock and did not release it. Her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured me. Desiree groaned and shuddered, savoring Alison's naughty tongue. I pushed her head down, reminding the slut to please me.

"Sorry, mi Rey," she gasped. "Alison made me...forget."

"Don't blame your naughty fiancee," I groaned.

"You're right."

Desiree leaned in and sucked on my balls. Her tongue played with my sensitive nuts while Marcy sucked and bobbed her head. She took more and more of my cock, the tip aching in her mouth while my cum boiled in my balls.

The two sluts were driving me wild.

Desiree knew how to play and worship my balls. Alison's rimming tongue made Desiree moan, her pleasure humming around my nuts. Pleasure shot to the tip of my dick, mixing with the bliss Marcy's sucking mouth produced.

My balls tightened. "Fuck," I groaned."

"Uh-huh," Alison panted, her fingers clenching on Desiree's ass.

I closed my eyes, savoring the bliss. Desiree's massaging lips brought my balls closer and closer to erupting. They boiled with jizz that needed to escape. I gripped the back of the bench and grunted through my teeth.

"You fucking sluts feel great. Oh, fuck, drink my cum!"

Marcy gasped when my jizz flooded her mouth. The boiling pressure exploded from my balls and shot powerful blasts of cum from my dick. I gasped and grunted with every eruption, stars dancing before my eyes.

And then my final spurt burst out of me.

"Let me taste," Desiree panted. She seized Marcy's lips, pulled her mouth from my cock, and kissed her.

"Damn," I panted as Desiree and Marcy snowballed my cum back and forth, their pink tongues stained with cream. "Shit, that's so hot."

"Uh-huh," Alison panted, her tongue-stud flashing as she licked again.

"Mmm, mi Rey's cum taste so good," Desiree panted when she broke the kiss. "Gives me such pleasure to taste it. And so does mi Sirenita's tongue. Oh, yes, keep rimming my ass."

Alison made such wicked noises as she rimmed and devoured Desiree's ass. My dick throbbed at the hot sight. As Desiree bucked, I caught glimpses of Alison's fingers rolling Desiree's pink clit, giving the slut wicked pleasure.

I needed to cum again.

"Marcy, pull down those capris and panties then spread your butt-cheeks," I ordered. "I'm fucking your ass."

"Oh, yes." Her moan was more a throaty purr.

She stood and unbuttoned her cerulean capris, pushing them off her tight ass. "You like my ass?" She wiggled her firm butt in my face as she pulled down her white panties. "I've been doing yoga to get my body all nice and tight for the next guy who comes along."

"Well, it's paying off." I gave her firm ass a squeeze.

She parted her butt-cheeks, one hand holding each, exposing her pink, wrinkled sphincter begging for my cock to fuck. She shifted again and let out another wanton moan that made my dick ache. The next man after me would love this slut.

"All rise," the Bailiff shouted, "the Honorable Judge Harriet Severijns presiding."

I rose, my eyes fixed on Marcy's ass. I placed my cock against her sphincter, savoring her wrinkled tip. She shivered and let go of her butt-cheeks so she could brace her arms against the back of the bench before us.

"Oh, fuck!" Marcy gasped as I thrust into her asshole.

At the same moment, a heavyset woman in black robes and badly dyed, red hair, waddled from her chambers and walked up to her bench. She hadn't heard Marcy's moans or my grunt as I savored the hot bowels wrapped tight about my cock.

"Mmm, fuck that's nice!" Marcy moaned, her voice echoing off the courtroom walls.

The judge frowned and then her eyes opened in surprise. She slammed her gavel down. The boom echoed through the room. "Bailiff!"

"Ignore us, Your Honor!" I shouted as my balls slapped against Marcy's taint.

The judge froze, holding up her gavel. The bailiff looked questioningly at the judge. The judge shook her head, confused at what she was doing. Her cheeks flushed, then she turned to her law clerk who handed her a docket. The judge called up the first case as I pounded Marcy's ass.

"Fuck, you got a nice, tight ass!" I groaned as I slammed deep and hard into Marcy's wonderful asshole.

"Thanks," she purred, looking over her shoulder at me, her green eyes sparkling with lust.

Friction burned with every thrust. Marcy grunted and groaned. The bench creaked and rocked as she took my thrusts. Her hair swayed about her shoulders. Her back arched. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the bench. She grunted with each thrust, her obscene sounds ignored while the judge and the attorneys for the first case spoke.

One day, I would be a politician serving in congress. My sluts would be my aides, and I would fuck them in the capital building while boring laws were read. They would moan and gasp like Marcy, showing the world my power.

"Yes," I growled, eager for Mary's plan to be a politician. It was so wicked. I cracked my hand on Marcy's ass. "Take my cock. Love it!"

"I do!" moaned Marcy, her voice throaty and strained. "Oh, god, you're so deep in me."

"Fuck her slutty ass, Master," Alison moaned.

I glanced to my left. Alison's top had popped off, her hard nipples pierced by silver barbells heaved as she writhed on Desiree's tongue. The Latina slut had slipped to the floor and pushed up Alison's skirt to eat out her tight cunt. I smiled at the tattoo on her pudenda that read, "Cum on in" with an arrow that pointing at the top of her pussy so it was crystal clear just where the slut wanted you to cum.

Alison pinched and pulled on her nipples as Desiree ate her cunt. She humped against Desiree's hungry mouth. Alison's tongue flashed, pierced by a silver stud. Her eyes squeezed shut, her pink hair bouncing about her face.

"Cum on her mouth, slut," I growled.

"I will, Master," moaned Alison. "I love cumming on Desiree. Only you and Mistress make me cum harder."

"Uh-huh," panted Desiree.

Their words compelled my hips to thrust faster, burying my cock over and over into the hot, tight grip of Marcy's ass. The slut moaned low and loud, purring like a hungry cougar. My balls churned, getting ready to cream the soon-to-be divorcee's ass.

Just a few more strokes and I would erupt. My cock slammed in and out of her. I pulled back until just the sensitive remained then slammed hard into her depths. Her bowels squeezed about me like a tight fist on my cock.

So good. The velvet caress send shudders down my cock to my balls. My back arched.

"Fuck!"

My cum exploded into her asshole. I buried into her depths, my moans echoing through the courtroom. My balls exploded. Each thrust produced milked out another blast of cum. I groaned through grinding teeth as the pleasure boiled out of me.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck! Oh goddamn fucking fuck!" She bucked and squirmed, her ass spasming on my cock as an orgasm rolled through her body. She milked out the final drops as she thrashed.

Sighing happily, I pulled out of her ass. I loved the sight of my white cum leaking out of her puckered hole. I sank down onto the bench, her ass wiggling as the cum trickled down her taint to the dripping lips of her pussy.

"Now pull up your panties and enjoy my cum in your ass all day."

"I will," Marcy panted as she reached down to pull up her panties and capris. "That was insane. I can't believe no one, not even the judge, cared."

I winked at her.

"Oh, Master, let me clean you up," Alison purred. The nimble girl leaned over, still squirming on Desiree's mouth, and licked at my dirty cock. I shuddered as her hard tongue stud and soft tongue swept across my sensitive crown.

"Fuck," I panted.

Then she engulfed my cock and sucked hard.

"Desiree Fitzsimmons," the judge called out, her tone flat, bored.

Alison Hertz

Desiree went to town on my cunt. She licked and lapped, making me squeal as I sucked on the sour tip of Master's dick. I sealed my lips about his dick and sucked hard, making sure I cleaned every trace of Marcy's ass from his dick.

Getting a load of Master's cum was merely a bonus.

The judge said something, but I hardly registered it as the pleasure churned through my cunt. Desiree's tongue was amazing. She was such a great pussy licker. She was good before we met, and I had taught her how to make a girl melt into a puddle of juices.

"Desiree Fitzsimmons!" It was a female's voice, knifing through my lust. "Is Desiree Fitzsimmons here?"

Desiree needed to stop licking my pussy and get her divorce so we could get married. No, don't let her stop licking. I'm almost there. I'm almost cumming.

I shuddered, listening to my wicked subconscious, the voice that had guided me on a life of wonderful sexual discovery. Thanks to my wicked subconscious's whispers, I had popped my cherry young and never looked back. I had so much deviant and kinky sex, culminating with discovering Master.

The man strong enough to tame my desires.

"If Desiree Fitzsimmons is not here, we'll move onto the next case..."

"Give us a minute, Your Honor," Master groaned. "We're almost finished back here. Wait."

"Very well," the judge answered, her voice concerned.

Master was amazing. He could do anything.

I sucked harder on his dick. His hips bucked, fucking his cock into my mouth with short thrusts. I moaned, my clit throbbing with excitement. Master's cock brushed the back of my throat. I sucked hard, cleaning his shaft as I trembled on the verge of my orgasm.

Desiree's lips licked up to my clit. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I sucked so hard on Master's cock as my orgasm exploded from my cunt. My stomach spasmed. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me.

"Yes," moaned Desiree as I flooded her mouth with my cream.

The pleasure spiked through me. I savored it, embracing it. My subconscious laughed in delight, drinking in the bliss. Master seized my pink hair, bobbing my mouth up and down his cock as I lost control of my body.

So much rapture filled me.

"Mmm, mi Sirenita always gives me such tasty cream for my dessert."

I trembled, sucking hard as Master's cock slammed down my throat. He grunted, his cock throbbing. I hummed and massaged his cock by swallowing. I sucked in breaths through my nose as he forced my mouth all the way down his shaft. I loved the caress of his pubic hair on my face.

It meant I took every inch of his cock.

"You're doing great, Alison," Master moaned. "Here it comes."

The words I loved to hear.

Master's cock unloaded in my mouth. I shuddered and came a second time as I swallowed the salty, thick jizz. It coated my mouth and throat then warmed my belly. I trembled, my heart beating for joy. I was allowed to serve him. Worship him.

Master grunted, the final spurt shot into my mouth.

Then he released my hair.

I slid my mouth off and pressed my body against him. "Thank you for your cum, Master."

Desiree sat up, her lips sticky with my juices. I saved some for her. I kissed her hard, savoring my musk as she enjoyed Master's cum. Her hands went to my tits, squeezing and massaging them while I trembled.

"That is hot," Master said, his voice thick with amusement, "but we're holding up court."

I broke the kiss with a giggle. "How wicked of us. Let's get you divorced."

She's a distraction, my subconscious whispered. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I fell in love with Desiree, a part of me felt guilty about it. I should be giving my all to serving Master and Mistress, but a part of me belonged to Desiree. You shouldn't love her.

But since Master and Mistress approved of our engagement and were happy for us, I ignored my subconscious. Sometimes, the voice didn't know what was best for me.

Desiree straightened her skirt while I grabbed my lucky t-shirt. Master put his hand on my arm as I went to pull my shirt on. "Your tits are too beautiful to be covered up, Alison."

I grinned, "Thank you, Master."

Desiree walked up to the podium. Master and I followed, his hand on the ass, my naked breast brushing against his side. Desiree reached the podium before the judge who looked bored. She adjusted herself.

"I'm Desiree, Your Honor."

"And who are those with you?" the judge asked.

"I'm Mark Glassner Just do whatever Desiree wants."

"And I'm Alison Hertz, Desiree's fiancee," I beamed.

The judge frowned. "And where is your top, young lady?"

"My tits are too amazing to be covered up," I declared, cupping my breasts.

"People wear clothes in my courtroom," the judge snarled, grabbing her gavel. "I find you in contempt of..."

"Your Honor," Master interrupted, his voice so strong and commanding. "No woman should have to cover her tits up if they look as amazing as Alison's. Don't you agree, Your Honor?"

The judge nodded in agreement, her fleshy chins wobbling. "You're right, Mr. Glassner. A woman should be free to expose her breasts." The judge paused. "And those are a beautiful pair of breasts, young lady."

"Thanks, Your Honor," I beamed then posed like a pin-up model.

The judge flushed and cleared her throat, looking down at her documents. "Mrs. Fitzsimmons, you are seeking to annul your marriage of one year, four months to Brandon Fitzsimmons."

"Yes, Your Honor, I would be really happy if you would grant the annulment," Desiree answered. "Brandon...he is not a good man. And he is never around. And, well, I just married him for his money."

She was a lesbian gold-digger. Desiree always joked how there were no rich lesbians for her to marry, so she settled on rich men. She loved the good life too much not to put up with having sex with a man. "Besides," she had whispered to me as we lay in bed, "it wasn't so bad being married to him. I always found women to keep me amused. And I had Linda's gym to play at. I should take you sometime. You would love her special service."

"Granted," the Judge answered, following Master's orders. Her law clerk glanced in shock at the judge when she took back the docket. Then she handed the Judge the next one. "Next on the docket is..."

I missed the case number as I squealed and hugged my fiancee. We were cleared to get married now. Desiree held me, tears rolling down her eyes. Our lips met in a kiss, sharing our love. My subconscious muttered in the background, but I didn't care.

We were getting married.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion. There can be no doubt that it drove Alice Perry's actions that day.

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

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

Giggling, I strolled from my cute car, a red Audi, to the Wedding Lace, a bridal shop near my house. I was here for my wedding dress's second fitting. The seamstress, Bonnie, was finished with the alterations.

I would never forget how hot my first fitting was. Bonnie was a skilled pussy licker. I pictured the purple-haired beauty, covered in piercings, her body naked. My favorite piercing was the silver ring adorning her labia. I had so much fun playing with it as I ate her pussy.

My thighs grew slick just thinking about it.

With me were my three bridesmaids: Mark's younger sister, Antsy, and my two sisters, Shannon and Missy. We were also selecting the bridesmaids dresses and get their fittings taken care of today. My maid-of-honor, Alice, would meet us here. I hadn't seen her in a week. Not since the night she found me drunk in the motel up in Seattle after the big fight I had with Mark. He had been acting strange thanks to a nun's spell.

It almost drove us apart.

The next morning Alice drove me home. All week she bugged and pestered me to get together, but I had been busy dealing with our trip to New York and the funeral for Mark's dad. When I spoke to her on the phone this morning, she had sounded so happy to be able to see me today.

"Remember ladies, be on your best behavior," I warned my bridesmaids. "Alice doesn't know about any of this. I want her to be kept away from all of this and be normal."

Shannon frowned at me, slipping into her maternal role. When our whore of a mother left us, Shannon had to take her place. She had to grow up a little too quickly and liked to forget I wasn't a child any longer. "You didn't keep us away from this. I seemed to remember how eager you were to get me and Missy into bed."

"Mark and I needed your help," I explained, half apologetic. "And, well, that left you vulnerable to our enemies. Alice is under no commands. I told her to ignore my orders and Mark hasn't given her any, either. So, she has a silver aura. She can't be touched by a nun."

"I had a silver aura," Antsy pointed out.

Sister Theodora Mariam had used Antsy to try to break up Mark and me. The nun's spell made Mark and Antsy obsessed with each other. The nun wanted to split us apart to to make it easier to pick us off. And it almost worked. But Mark's behavior changed too radically and I became suspicious and found a way to break the spell.

"Well..." I trailed off, frowning. Antsy was right. There was a lot we didn't know. The sooner Sam, our newest slut, finished translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, the better. "Well, Mark and I are protected against that spell now. So it would be pointless for any nun to go after Alice that way."

We entered the Wedding Lace. Bonnie smiled as she walked to me. She boldly kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered and savored the friendly kiss. Antsy and Missy both sniggered behind me.

And then I saw Alice over Bonnie's shoulder. My friend glared daggers at Bonnie. I broke the kiss, my cheeks suddenly red like I had done something wrong. Alice marched across the bridal shop, pushed past Bonnie, and kissed me just as boldly.

And for twice as long.

The kiss was great, her lips soft and hungry. I closed my eyes, feeling so close to my friend. My arms went around her, holding her. She clutched to me. Possessive, almost jealous. Her lips moved against mine with a desperate intensity.

When we broke the kiss, I had to pant to catch my breath. I gave her a studying look. Why was she acting jealous?

"Why am I not surprised that you sleep with your bridesmaids, too," Bonnie giggled.

"Well, I hope not all of them," Alice said, an edge to her voice. Jealousy? No, that couldn't be it. "Two of them are her sisters."

Alice Perry

Mary laughed off my comment. Of course she wasn't sleeping with her sisters. That was disgusting. But why did she have to kiss Bonnie? My stomach knotted as my heart raced. I wanted to seize Mary again, kiss her, hold her, show the world she was mine.

Even if she really wasn't.

Yet.

"It's great to see you, Alice," Mary smiled. "And you know Shannon and Missy. No, wait, I'm being an idiot. Of course you know them."

"Hey, Alice," Shannon said and hugged me. My jealousy banished away. Shannon and I were best friends in high school. "It's good to see you."

"I hear you're engaged," I said then kissed Shannon on the cheek. "To George, right?"

Shannon beamed. "I guess I'll need to come back and start shopping for my wedding dress."

"Well, I'm happy for you." I gave her another warm hug.

Shannon held me tight and whispered, "So, you'll bang my little sister but not me."

My cheeks went crimson. "I...what...?"

Shannon laughed. "You are so easy to tease, Alice." Shannon gave me a kiss on the cheek. "And how's Dean doing?"

I winced inside. I didn't want to talk about my husband. He didn't understand me. Not like Mary did. It was a mistake for me to marry Dean. I never should have. Just like it was a mistake for Mary to marry Mark.

Not that I could convince her. Even when he left her crying her eyes out in Seattle she still went back to him.

Instead of bringing any of that up, I went with the safer option. I ruffled Missy's hair. "How's it hanging, pipsqueak?"

Missy scowled at me as she patted at her hair. "I'm eighteen now. I'm not a little girl anymore."

I couldn't help smiling at the petite girl. I hugged her. "But you'll always be my little pipsqueak."

I heard Missy grinding her teeth. Mary caught my eyes and gave me a cautioning look. No doubt she wanted to head off a famous Missy-tantrum before it started. I had spent enough time at the Sullivan house to experience my share.

"C'mon, let's look at the bridesmaids dresses," Mary said. "Unless you want me to put you in something just ugly."

"You wouldn't!" Missy fixed her sister with an accusing look.

"Well, it's my special day, and I do not want my little sister looking hotter than me," Mary grinned at her sister.

Missy let out a shriek, stamping her feet then marched off into the shop, Antsy following after. I followed Mary as we browsed the store, my heart thudding. I so wanted to blurt out how much I loved her. I had to wait. Patience.

She would be mine.

"Hmm," Mary said, pulling a ruffled, pale-blue dress from the rack. "Let's see how this looks on you."

"But I like this cream one," Missy complained, holding up a dress.

"Then go try it on," Mary told her. "And we'll see which dress looks nicer."

"This one," I smiled and took the dress from Mary.

I walked to the changing room Mary followed after but didn't walk in with me. I hung the dress on the rack and quickly stripped, my pussy on fire. I needed to make love to Mary. She was so intoxicating to be around. No woman was beautifuler than her.

I took a deep breath once I was naked and, hoping it wasn't too obvious why I called her in, said, "Um, Mary, could you help me with this?"

The door opened and Mary slipped in, a smile on her lips. She knew why I called her in and it amused her. I didn't care. Her eyes drank in my naked body. I preened for her, smiling, one finger toying with a black curl at my neck.​