Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I nodded my head. He was so right and I almost blew it. He could get any girl he wanted.

Grace did better than I did. She already sat on the drummer's lap. Bones had his hands between her legs and rubbed hard at her pussy. Grace's legs were spread wide, her brown curls matted by her excitement as his thick fingers shoved into her cunt.

Then Kurt kissed me again. I kissed him back, my pussy growing more and more excited. His lip piercings rubbed roughly on my lips. It was so exciting. I was drunk on kissing him. This was so wild. I was a groupie to a sexy rock star.

When he broke the kiss there was a dark lust burning in the young man's eyes.

"I've been jerking off to you since I was twelve, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt groaned, humping against me. I felt how hard his cock was. "And now I get to fuck you."

"You do," I moaned. "I'm your groupie."

He tore my blouse open, exposing my breasts covered in a beige bra. He shook his head in disappointment. "We need to get you some better clothes. If you want to be a groupie for my band you needed to dress better."

"Of course, Kurt," I quickly agreed. Being a groupie for his band was the most important thing in the world to me. "I will dress to please you."

"Good, slut." He reached around me, fumbling at my bra claps. "Damn, I've wanted to see your tits for years."

"They're yours," I groaned as the bra clasp came undone.

I shrugged out of my bra and my round breasts spilled out, nipples hard. Kurt groaned then pinched one of my nipples so hard I gasped in pain. He twisted it and tears beaded the corner of my eyes as I shuddered.

"Nice tits, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt smiled wickedly. "I can't wait to pierce these fat nipples."

"Yes, Kurt," I moaned, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. My nipple hurt so badly in his hands. His fingernails bit into the sensitive nub.

I gasped in relief when he let go. He knelt before and ripped my skirt down my thighs. He stared at my blonde pubic hair. He ran a finger through my curls as I shuddered. My pussy was so wet for him. I hoped he noticed.

He grabbed a fistful of my downy pubic hair and ripped hard.

"Ouch," I gasped as pain flared in my crotch. He pulled out a tuft of pubic hair. He held up my blonde down then let it go and shook his head in disgust.

"My groupies need to be shaved."

I rubbed my groin where he ripped the pubic hair out, the pain spreading. "That hurt, Kurt."

He stood and grabbed my nipple. He pinched harder than before. I thought it hurt last time, but this time my knees buckled from the agony, and I screamed out. I fell to my knees, barely feeling the concrete as he hurt my sensitive nipple.

"The pain makes me hard. So suck my cock, whore," he ordered, his fingernail biting painfully into my nipple.

"Yes, Kurt," I groaned. I was his groupie. He could do what he wanted to me.

Tears rolling down my cheeks, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as fast as I could. I opened wide and buried it between my lips, sucking as hard as I could. His cock was small and skinny, even when it was fully hard in my mouth. My tongue caressed it. I wanted to please him so he would stop hurting me.

"That's it, slut," he groaned. "Damn, Mrs. Sullivan is sucking on my cock like a champ. I knew your lips would be good at this. You have a cocksucker's lips, whore. Fuck, you're good."

He let go of my nipple to grab the side of my head and fuck my mouth hard. Sean was never rough like this when we made love. But if this is what made Kurt happy... I was a groupie, here to please the band.

To please him.

"Oh, fuck," Kurt moaned. "Your mouth feels as great as I imagined, Mrs. Sullivan. Suck my cock. You fucking slut. Oh, shit, that's it. Oh, damn, that's good."

Kurt's cock slammed rapidly in and out of my mouth. He thrust all the way to the back of my throat, my lips pressed into his pubic hair. His cock was too short to shove down my throat. I could never take all of Sean's cock into my mouth.

Kurt's balls slapped my chin as he fucked me. I felt like such a whore. Dirty. Here to be used. There was nothing exciting about sucking his cock. His fingers dug into the side of my head as he slammed his dick over and over into my mouth.

His fingers clenched into my hair. He grunted, his face twisting with pleasure. His metal piercings glinted in the setting sunlight streaming through the garage. In the background, Grace moaned and gasped in pleasure as she rode Bone's cock.

"That's it, Mrs. Sullivan. Oh, yes. I'm going to cum so much in your mouth, whore."

I sucked harder, eager to please him. His cock slammed into my mouth and he groaned. Several blasts of his salty cum flooded my mouth. I tried not to grimace at the flavor and was glad when he ripped his cock out a moment later.

I turned my head and spat his cum out on the garage floor. I was never a fan of cum in my mouth, and Sean would always pull out and shoot onto my tits.

Kurt's slap knocked me to the cement. My head swam and my cheeks burned.

"Groupies swallow," he barked at me.

"Sorry, Kurt," I cried. My face stung from his blow. "I'll swallow from now on."

"Good. If you do what I say, I won't have to hurt you," Kurt smiled.

"Okay, Kurt," I nodded.

"Now, lick it up and swallow it all," he pointed to the gob of white cum congealing on the dirty garage floor.

I bent down, licking the cum up, trying not to gag on the taste of dirt and motor oil mixed in with his cum. It was so humiliating, but it was what I had to do to be his groupie. And I so wanted to be his groupie. I couldn't balk at anything.

"Lick it up, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt moaned, his steel toe boot planting on my back, pressing my face into the floor. "Like a good, little bitch."

"You came so fast," Pat laughed. "Kurt finally got a girl to suck him off and he busts his nut in a minute."

"You fucking asshole," snarled Kurt.

Still licking his cum from the floor, I watched as Kurt slammed his fist into Pat's face. He fell to the ground, blood streaming from his broken nose. Pat clapped his hands over his nose, groaning as Kurt drew back his foot and kicked him in the gut. Pat screamed in pain as Kurt kicked him over and over again with his steel-toed boots.

"This is my fucking band, Pat," Kurt screamed. "Don't fucking make fun of me. No one will ever get to fucking laugh at me again." He glared at the other two band members.

"Yeah, sure," Tor moaned as he jerked his dick to Grace riding on Bones's cock.

"Yeah," Bones groaned, Grace's cunt sliding up and down his cock. "Whatever you say, Kurt. Just keep me in pussy."

Kurt laughed and he kicked Pat once more in the stomach.

Kurt's cock was hard as he yanked me to my feet and bent me over the hood of his dad's car. The taste of his cum and the dirty floor lingered in my mouth as Kurt thrust his cock into my cunt. I groaned, glad I was still wet from my earlier excitement. His small dick slammed over and over into my cunt, his balls slapping my clit. He fucked me so hard and fast, a piston reaming my cunt.

Pleasure rippled out and I let out a moan.

"You love my cock, don't you, Mrs. Sullivan? It's the best."

Kurt's cock was the smallest I had ever had inside me. Not that I had a lot of dick before I met my husband, but Kurt's was definitely the best. He said so. And I was a good groupie. I clenched my pussy down his dick as I fucked him back.

"I love your cock, Kurt," I moaned back, rolling my hips and hoping my pussy was making Kurt's cock feel wonderful.

"Fuck," Tor groaned as he came on Grace's stomach as she bounced on Bones's dick.

"Watch where you're shooting that shit," Bones growled, pulling his hand back to avoid getting hit as he gripped the married MILF.

"Tiffany?" a strangled voice gasped.

I turned and there was my husband Sean staring in horror at me getting fucked. I didn't understand why he looked so horrified. I was a groupie and groupies were fucked hard by the band. My pussy clenched down on Kurt's cock.

"Hi, Sean," I panted, the pleasure shooting through me. "I guess I... ohh... got sidetracked getting the milk," I laughed.

"I... I don't understand," Sean stammered. Why was there so much hurt in his eyes? Did he not understand that it was okay for Kurt to fuck me?

"I'm Kurt's groupie," I explained. That should make it all better.

"And you love my cock," Kurt said with a vicious smile.

"I do; I love Kurt's cock," I moaned. "It's the best cock I've ever had, Sean."

Sean worked his mouth. "I... What... Is he making you say that?"

"No, Sean," I gasped. My orgasm built inside me. Knowing my husband was watching made this oddly thrilling. My clit ached as Kurt's balls slapped my cock. I moaned, "He asked me to be his groupie, and I jumped at the opportunity."

"Fuck, your wife has a nice cunt, Mr. Sullivan," Kurt groaned. "Now run along. Your wife doesn't love you anymore. Right, Mrs. Sullivan?"

"Yes," I panted, as my love for Sean evaporated away. How could I love anyone when I was Kurt's groupie? I was his woman. "Go away, Sean. I'm with Kurt, now. I don't love you anymore."

"Tiffany," Sean sobbed as he stumbled off, looking like a destroyed man. I felt bad for the man. I loved him once and I never wanted to hurt him. He just needed to accept the way things were now.

Kurt fucked me harder and harder, my orgasm swelling in the depths of my pussy. I groaned loudly, wanting everyone to know just how great Kurt's dick made me feel. His cock just felt so amazing as he plunged over and over into me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me," I moaned.

"You're my whore, Mrs. Sullivan."

"Your whore," I agreed.

His dick was so hard. It slammed into me. My pussy clenched as my orgasm neared. I rubbed my naked tits into the cool hood of the car. It rocked from the force of Kurt's thrusts. I tossed back my blonde hair, my eyes rolling in my head as I came closer and closer to erupting.

I climaxed.

"I'm cumming, Kurt," I moaned as my pussy rippled on his small dick reaming me. "Oh, fuck, your cock feels so great. Keep fucking me with that amazing cock."

"Your cunt feels nice, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt moaned. "Shit, this is so hot. I'm going to cum in you."

"Yes," I gasped, the ripples of my orgasm washing into my mind.

"Beg, slut."

"Cum in me!"

He grunted and moaned, "Mrs. Sullivan," as he buried his dick in me and erupted. His cum flooded my pussy. I was so happy. My cunt made Kurt feel good. I was such a good groupie. I rested my head on the car's hood, shuddering as the last of my orgasm's bliss buzzed through me.

Kurt pulled out and shouted, "Tor, stop pounding your pud and come fuck a real pussy."

"Fuck yeah." Tor almost fell on his face, tripping as he ran over, holding his pants up one-handed, his cock bouncing about as he ran. He wasted no time sticking his dick inside me. He may have just cum on Grace, but he was ready to have a taste of my delicious pussy. I was so wet from my cum and Kurt's sperm that Tor slid right in.

He had a big dick, and I moaned in appreciation as it filled up my pussy.

"Does his dick feel better than mine?" Kurt asked as Tor pounded my cunt.

"No, Kurt," I gasped. "Your dick's the best."

He smiled. It was the smile I learned to love, because it meant he was happy with me and wasn't going to hurt me. After Tor finished in me, Bones just had to have a taste of me. His cock was smaller than Tor's but bigger than Kurt's. Still, it did not feel nearly as good as Kurt's dick.

His was the best.

Bones fucked me good and hard, my orgasm building in my core, when I heard a scream and turned to see what was happening.

Grace was on the floor being fucked by Kurt. He pinched both her nipples on her large breasts she cried out in pain. Her agony seemed to encourage Kurt. He fucked her harder and harder, pulling on her poor nipple until her entire tit stretched out and it looked like Kurt would rip it off. And then he would let it go, her breast snapping back like a rubber band.

Kurt laughed.

"Oh please, that hurts," moaned Grace, her face red from crying.

Kurt bit her nipple and she screamed. "Fucking slut," Kurt moaned. "I love your screams. Do you feel how hard you've made me?"

"Yeah, Kurt," Grace moaned. "You're so hard inside me."

Kurt chewed at her breast, leaving bite marks and he fucked her harder and harder as she moaned in pain. "Please stop, Kurt," she begged. "Oh, god, please. It hurts so bad."

Bones kept right on fucking me, not caring about the cruelty Kurt inflicted on Grace. I felt bad for her, but these were the abuses a groupie had to suffer to please the band. I had been close to cumming, but hearing Grace's screams snapped me out of it. Bones pumped a few more times into me and then he came hard inside my pussy.

When Kurt finished with Grace, she curled up on the floor. Her breasts were bruised and raw. She whimpered in pain. Kurt had a pleased look on his face. Beyond Grace, Pat gave a quite moan as he lay battered on the floor.

"Who wants to see some lesbo action?" Kurt asked.

"Hell yeah," Tor smiled.

"Mrs. Sullivan, why don't you sixty-nine with Grace?" Kurt leered, stroking his tiny cock.

I knelt down next to Grace and gently kissed her crying face. "Shh, Grace," I whispered. "Kurt wants us to go down on each other, okay?"

Grace sniffed. "Okay, Tiffany."

I kissed her lips. They were soft and gentle, not like a man's. I had never kissed a woman before and found it was nice. And being watched by Kurt and the band just increased how nice it was. I stroked her sides, avoiding her tender breasts as we kissed.

Grace relaxed, her lips kissing me back. The guys all groaned as they watched us, rubbing their hard cocks. Grace's tongue met mine. It was so nice. I could almost pretend we weren't being watched. I rolled onto my back and pulled Grace atop me. Her mauled breasts rested on mine as we kissed.

"Eat some pussy!" Bones called out.

"Yeah, let's see some hot action," groaned Tor.

Grace smiled. Her tears had stopped. She flipped around and straddled my head. Her pussy was sticky with Bones and Kurt's cum, matting her brown pubic hair. The guys groaned as she lowered her cunt down to my mouth.

"Eat her creampie," Kurt moaned.

I did. Gladly. I had to please the band. My tongue licked through the sticky mess, gathering the salty cum and her sweet juices into my lips. I licked again and again, savoring the wicked thrill of eating my first pussy while the band watched.

"Oh, Tiffany," Grace groaned before her tongue lapped gently through my sore cunt, gathering all the cum spilled in me.

We licked and nibbled on each other. It was so hot. We moaned and gasped, our juices flowing as we tongued each other. I licked the flavor of her pussy especially when I licked out all the juices. Our hips undulated, grinding our pussies on each other's tongue.

I gasped when she found my clit. She swirled her tongue about it then sucked it into her lips. I bucked and moaned, grinding on her face as the pleurae swelled through me. This was so hot. I nuzzled through her folds until I found her clit.

I sucked on it.

Grace moaned about my bud. She sucked harder then swirled her tongue around it. My pussy clenched as I humped into her mouth. I gripped her ass, pulling her down and pressing her pussy tight against my mouth.

"Damn, that is hot," Bones groaned. "Look at those two lezzie whores. Damn, Kurt. I am impressed."

"So hot," grunted Tor.

They jerked their cocks. I caught glimpses of them as Grace's legs shifted. Sometimes her legs bent and rose up, blocking my sight, and other times they straightened out. All three watched us with hungry eyes as the orgasm swelled inside of me.

Grace slipped a finger into my pussy. I gasped and pressed the tip of my nose into her pussy, sliding it around as I sucked on her clit. Grace's finger curled in me as she moaned about my clit. My nipples ached on her belly.

I was so close to cumming when suddenly an acrid liquid splashed on my face.

I looked up to see Kurt's dick. He pissed on Grace's pussy and my face, spraying us with his urine. It splashed into my mouth, tasting bitter and salty. It stung my eyes. I felt so soiled, the pleasure evaporating out of me me.

"Drink it," Kurt ordered

I opened my mouth and let his urine flood me. Then I swallowed the disgusting liquid. Kurt gave another order, and I licked his piss off of Grace's pussy, digging into her folds to find every drop. I had to please him.

"Fuck that's nasty," Bones moaned. A hot liquid slashed onto my cunt as Bones pissed on Grace's face.

Grace and I kept eating each other's piss drenched pussies. Kurt didn't tell us to stop. We licked the urine off each other's pussies, then went back to sucking clits. I felt my orgasm build again despite the humiliation, a sweet thing growing in my core.

Grace's tongue felt like silk as it slid through my pussy's folds. She shuddered atop me, her moans vibrating my clit as she came. I held my lips tight to her pussy, sucking all her juices out as her tongue swirled around my clit. My entire body went rigid, and then I shuddered beneath Grace as I came on her agile tongue.

"What a pair of whores," laughed Kurt. "The shit they'll do for us.

And all the world bore witness as the Miracle revealed the Living Gods' divine nature.

--The Gospel of April 30:01

The Present - The Abyss - Lucifer

I smiled as Lilith dragged Mark's soul back to his body. It didn't matter to me that I wouldn't immediately get Mark's soul. I had plenty of those pitiful things. Souls were power, currency, in the Abyss. But after millennia of making Pacts with mortals, a thousand souls would be a drop in the bucket for me.

At this moment, Mark was far more valuable alive.

Lilith played her role perfectly. The stupid whore couldn't help it. She shoved Mark's soul back into his body. Crimson light flared. The paramedics and firemen working on saving Mark's life gasped in shock, shielding their eyes against the glare.

Debra Horne-Dannell almost dropped her microphone. Her cameraman never stopped filming. The image was broadcast live to the world, revealing the supernatural to the masses. The beast was born, and all would follow his lies.

Everything was going according to my design. All events served me.

Mark Glassner - South Hill, WA

...my eyes snapped opened.

I stared up at the sky. I had a mask over my face. Two strange men and a woman leaned over me, their eyes wide. They were paramedics. Why were they...? It all rushed back to me. Alice shooting me, next dying, and then the pact I made with Lilith to heal me.

I sat up, pushing the oxygen mask off my face. I felt something piercing my left arm. I jerked out a needle, connected by a tube to an IV bag. It rustled in Thamina's hand. My nurse slut stared at me, joy bursting in her eyes as I dropped the needle.

"What the fuck?" the first paramedic shouted, her eyes wide.

My shirt was gone and several bandages were taped to my chest and stomach, blood staining them. I ripped them off, exposing more blood smeared across chest and stomach. I rubbed at my skin, feeling for wounds. I was whole. Healed. Lilith upheld her end of our Pact.

A surge shot through me. I was alive.

I smiled broadly and yelled my exhilaration into the sky. I was alive. I could feel the tickle of grass on my hands, the feel of the warm sun kissing my skin, and a soft breeze rustling my hair. The world smelled rich and wonderful and alive.

"I am alive!" I roared and laughed. Nothing else ever felt so sweet. "Mary, I'm alive!"

"It's a miracle," the female paramedic gasped. "The wounds have healed. My god, they're completely gone."

There were cops standing around, all staring in amazement at me. "How?" one asked me. "That's not possible."

"A miracle," another whispered.

"Praise God," a cop whispered.

"What are you...?" a fireman asked. "How did you...?"

"Tell me you got that! Tell me you were rolling film?" a woman demanded, her voice verging on hysterics. Debra from Q13 Fox, her microphone hanging loosely in her hand as she stared in wide-eyed amazement at me. "Tell me you to got that?"

"Holy shit, I got that," her cameraman answered, pointing is camera at me. "I got the scarlet light and everything. Holy fucking shit! That was unreal."

"This is unbelievable," Debra gasped. She touched her earpiece. "Tell me that was broadcasted?" She must be talking to the reporter in studio. "Tell me you all saw what just happened? Jesus, this is the news story of the century. A miracle happened and we caught it live."

I was about to object to Debra broadcasting me when I got a good look at the cul-de-sac. My heart stopped. It looked like a war zone.

Ambulances, fire trucks, and cop cars lined the street. And everywhere I looked there were people lying on the ground, some had paramedics working on them, others were covered by blankets. Houses and cars were shot up. Bullet casings glinted gold in the sunlight.

And blood. Dark blood pooling on pavement, splashed on the sides of houses, running down the fenders of cars.

I looked back at our house and gasped. Bullet holes ran along the front of the house, shattering windows. Our sluts were clustered on the porch watching me in amazement. A stretcher came out, carried by two firemen. I stared in stunned disbelief as they walked by carrying Xiu. My busty Xiu had a mass of bloody bandages on her stomach and looked so pale as they carried her to a waiting ambulance.

"What the hell happened here?" I whispered. I looked around, searching for my fiancee. The last thing I remembered was Alice shooting at me.

I didn't see her.

My heart constricted. I bolted to my feet, ignoring the awed looks and mutters as I scanned for Mary. Where was she? The last thing I remembered before the darkness was Mary's face looking down at me.

I swallowed as my gaze settled on a nearby body covered with a rescue blanket, dark blood seeping through the gray fabric. More dotted the neighborhood and street. Fear constricted my heart. No, she could not be dead. Not when I got a second chance.

"What happened? Where's Mary?" I asked, spinning around, searching for someone to give me an answer.

"Sir, we were attacked by three nuns with SWAT officers under their control," a bodyguard told me. She was Black, one of the new guards. 51, I think her number was.

"Where is Mary?" I demanded. Please don't let her be dead, please.

"A blonde nun took her," 51 answered bitterly. "We tried to stop her, sir, we did, but..."

"The nuns used the SWAT from the raid," Violet added from the porch. She held back, her eyes wide. There was a bandage on her forehead. "We were all so frightened, Master."

Then the slut raced to me, her pigtails streaming behind her. Violet hugged me fiercely. Her movement broke the spell holding the other sluts, clustered on the porch, in place. They raced after her, tears streaming down their face, all talking at once, chirping like birds They clustered around me and each of them reached out to touch me, smiling happily.

"You're alive, Master," Alison burst out, her arm around her fiancee Desiree.

"We were so scared, mi Rey."

"You're alive," Korina whispered, rubbing her stomach. She was pregnant with my child.

Beyond, April and Lillian hugged each other and jumped up and down in joy. Jessica and Thamina were supporting Sam, who had a bloody bandage on her leg, but she had a huge smile on her round face.

"You're alive, Master," Thamina beamed. "I was so scared."

All the sluts were accounted for. The paramedics, their eyes wide and face pale, loaded Xiu into the back of an ambulance. Before they closed the doors, the female paramedic gave me one last, shocked look.

I looked for my other sluts, counting them off. Some weren't here. Who was gone? Willow and Noel were at work. Karen was in the hospital and it was Fiona's turn to stay with her. Was that all of them? I frowned. No, there was one slut missing.

"Where's Chasity?" I demanded. "We need to go after the nuns. We need to rescue Mary."

"She's dead, sir," 51 reported sadly.

"Who is dead?" I asked, confused. Not Chasity.

51's eyes flicked over to a body near the shot-up police cruiser. "Chasity, sir. She died defending Mistress. I got the man who killed her." She patted the black assault rifle in her hands.

I stared uncomprehendingly at 51. How could Chasity be dead? She was so dependable. Anger flared in me, devouring the confusion and leaving behind cold ash. Those fucking nuns. Why couldn't they just leave me the fuck alone? I never did anything to them. I felt pain in hand and uncurled my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm.

"Who else died?" I asked, my words cold with fury as I stared at my hand.

"05, 22, 34, 63, and 78 were killed," 51 reported, her voice as cold as mine, her eyes tight. "04, 30, and 47 are critically injured and may not survive. And Xiu took a round through the gut as she hid inside the house. Another eighteen bodyguards have moderate injuries. There are only ten of us fit for duty." She paused. "We killed two nuns and three of the SWAT officers. We critically injured another four and the remaining four sustained moderate to minor injuries and were captured. One nun and a SWAT officer got away. Along with Mary. Alice, the woman who shot you, also she sustained critical injuries and may not survive."

"Fuck," I whispered. Emotions threatened to overwhelm me and I shoved them back down. I needed to save Mary. The rest, the grief and anger and guilt, that all could wait.

"Sam!" I barked at the injured Asian graduate student. She was our newest sex slave, recruited to translate the Magicks of the Witch of Endor for us. "Is there any spell in the book that would let me track Mary?"

She frowned, thinking. "Um, yes. The Alluwph ritual. You will need, um, something very personal of the target and hold it in your hands. You then think about the target, about your connection with them, and say Alluwph. The spell will guide you to them."

Something personal? I frowned then raced into the house and headed into Mary's art studio. I found my buttoned-down shirt she liked to wear when painting, the fabric stained with browns, blues, greens, and reds. She always looked so beautiful wearing only this shirt. I held it in my hands, thinking about Mary, about her beautiful smile, how the shirt draped her plump ass and how beautiful her bare legs looked.

I concentrated as hard as I possibly could and whispered, "Alluwph."

Lilith - The Abyss

Triumph surged through me. It was a shame to save Mark Glassner's life. But Mark had used the Zimmah ritual. I had to keep him alive until Karen gave birth to my vessel. It grew so swiftly in her. It would only be a few more weeks.

And then I would be reborn and Mark Glassner would pay.

I moved through the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, and appeared in Good Sam's Hospital. I peered through the fabric of realities at the sleeping Karen in her hospital room. One of Mark's whores, Fiona, sat with Karen, a bored expression on the redhead's face.

I smiled, Karen was mine now. Well, she was mine until the birth, and that gave me certain power over her.

I manifested into the room. Fiona, dozing in a chair, jumped in alarm, shouting, "Lilith!"

I ignored the stupid girl. There was nothing I could do to her anyways. This manifestation could not interact with the Mortal World except in certain, very limited ways. It didn't have the freedom of being summoned into a corporeal form, but my connection to my vessel gave me a tenuous link I could use to appear in spirit.

And now, thanks to Mark, I had power over Karen, even if it was only temporary. I reached out and grabbed the unconscious woman's hand. I could feel her life being slowly drained by my vessel growing quickly inside her.

"Soon," I whispered to her belly. Soon my vessel would be born, and I would be free of the Abyss forever.

I concentrated and drew Karen with me back into the Shadows. Then I shifted us to Seattle and located the house of Babylon, one of my followers. It was a modest dwelling, but adequate, for now. I concentrated again, and manifested with Karen into living room. Chantelle and Lana jumped in shock, their eyes riveted to the TV.

"My Goddess, did you see...?" Chantelle's words trailed off.

"My Goddess," Lana gasped, her large breasts heaving. Crystal, the girl barely into womanhood, fell to her knees and prostrated before me.

"Get her into bed," I charged my High Priestesses. "Keep her safe until her birth."

"We won't fail you, my Goddess," Chantelle murmured as she and her wife picked up Karen.

"Master," Karen whispered.

"He's not your master; he's your slaver," Lana hissed, her Slavic face twisting with hatred.

Chantelle nodded her agreement.

I savored the fanatic worship of my followers. They hated Mark and would do anything to see him destroyed. Growing in Lana and Chantalle's bellies were my monstrous daughters. My black seed would birth new horrors to usher in my rule of mankind.

They carried Karen to a spare room and set her on the bed. Both women stared reverently at Karen's belly. Lana reached out and placed her hand ever so gently on Karen's stomach. A smile quickened on her face. Chantelle's hand joined hers, awe painting her delicate face.

They both knew my vessel grew within the belly of the disgraced nun. I savored the memory of fucking Karen when she had been Sister Louise Afra. When Mark let me fuck his slave was the start of my escape.

And it would be his downfall.

Host: Rumors continue to swirl around Satan's Silvered Tongues about missing girls and incidences of violence at their concerts. But so far, authorities are not concerned and the band members are not under any investigation.

--MTV transcript, September 2nd, 1998

Mary Sullivan

I was horrified listening to my mom talk about the abuses she suffered at the hands of Kurt. The abuses, the torment. I clenched my fist, tears burning in my eyes. Mark and I never did anything like this. "And he kept you and Grace?"

"Just me," Mother bitterly said. "I was his favorite. The woman he dreamed of." Fresh tears leaked out of her eyes. "He told Grace to go and be a whore. To make a living selling her body."

"And that was Grace Cooper?" I asked, my stomach queasy. "She had a daughter named Dawn?"

Mother nodded. You're just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her! The words Dawn's father yelled echoed through my mind as he spanked her last week when we made Dawn my little sister's sex slave.

I thought we were punishing a bully.

But she was as much a victim of Kurt as her mother was. As I was. Dawn and I were both robbed of our mothers by that asshole. I suddenly felt sick. All the guilt I had been forcing down the last few weeks was threatening to overwhelm me.

Mark and I weren't this evil. Right? We never abused a woman.

Except Karen, my guilt whispered. But we were punishing Karen. She attacked us. She almost got Desiree killed. She deserved her punishment. And we treated her well now. She became one of ours sluts after she surrendered to us. We loved her. We'd defend her just as much as we'd defend the others.

We would never hurt our sluts.

"Pat died on the floor of the garage from Kurt's kicking. When the police came, Kurt just explained it as an accident and the police bought it. Pat would not be the last man Kurt killed. He was a sadist. A black-hearted monster." Mom swallowed. "That night he got needles and pierced my nipples. It hurt so much. But not nearly as much as the piercings in my labia and the one in my clitoral hood. When he would feel vicious, he would pull on my piercings until I screamed. And the worst part was, I was happy that Kurt was hurting me.

"He replaced Pat on bass with Skinny Mat and then they started playing clubs. Thanks to Kurt's wish, anyone who heard his band play would think they were amazing. Any woman would get all hot and horny for him and throw their panties on stage. Kurt would start to bring women up on stage and fuck them before the cheering crowd. If their boyfriends objected too much, Kurt would beat them. Some died, some got off with a few broken bones, and others were left brain damaged."

I clutched my heart, shaking my head. I wanted to hug my mom. Mark and I weren't this bad. We made our sluts enjoy what we did to them. We made them... love it...

Just like Kurt made my mom.

"And it wasn't just men he beat. Some of the girls he chose would be beaten bloody or choked or cut. Some died." A ragged sobbed escaped my mom's lips. "By the end, he was getting off on killing. I saw such terrible things. And then, she appeared. My rescuer."

Fifteen Years Ago - Tiffany Sullivan - Los Angeles, CA

My breasts were sore from Kurt's affections as I lay on my side. Today, he chewed on my tits. He just loved them so much. But now they ached and were covered in bite marks. His cum cooled inside my pussy, and I enjoyed the afterglow of a nice orgasm.

Kurt's dick never failed to leave me satisfied, even with all the pain I suffered.

A few girls knelt naked on the floor. Kurt stood before them, trying to decide which ones to show his affections to next. One of the girls--who had curly, light-brown hair--gave Kurt a mocking smile, almost a sneer. She glared at him with gray eyes filled with loathing.

Why would she do that? Didn't she know she should be honored to be Kurt's groupie?

"Fucking whore," snarled Kurt.

Nothing would make Kurt angrier than being mocked. His hand snaked out and he grabbed the girl by the hair. She clamped her mouth shut to avoid screaming as Kurt heaved her across the room and into a heavy, wooden table. It was more of a workbench really. On it Kurt kept his tools for the girls who made him really angry: pliers, knives, hammers, needles, whips.

The skinning knife still had the last girl's blood streaked on it.

The woman slammed into the table. Hard. The sharp corner caught her in the stomach. I winced as she grunted. She flopped across the table. Then she snatched up the bloody skinning knife, holding it up threateningly at Kurt.

I groaned. Kurt would skin her alive like he did with that mouthy girl. I didn't want to watch that. I hated watching him punish girls.

"Fucking bitch," he growled. "You really don't understand who you're fucking with."

"A small-dicked asshole." The woman's mocking smile only grew larger as Kurt boldly walked over to her. She looked like a Valkyrie standing defiant against Kurt, unafraid despite being naked and smaller.

But her resistance was a futile gesture. No one could disobey Kurt. All fighting would earn you was pain. I wanted to close my eyes--my mind screamed at me, too--but Kurt liked it when I watched his chastisements.

When he would finish, he would be hard and I would have to satisfy him.

I felt so bad for this woman. Kurt was going to kill her, and it wouldn't be quick. My stomach roiled and I wanted to sick up. But I couldn't. Kurt didn't like it when women threw up either.

"You will not stab me with that dagger," Kurt ordered lazily. He stood right next to the woman, the knife inches away from his cuts. He held out his hand. "Give me that dagger so I can cut off your mocking lips, cunt."

Kurt screamed as the woman stabbed his arm with the dagger instead. He staggered back, fear blossoming in his face as the blood ran red down his arm. His feet tripped on themselves and he fell on his ass. The woman walked towards him, bloody dagger in hand.

"Cut off my lips, huh?" she asked. No fear. "Fucking worm. You're so pathetic."

"Please," Kurt gasped.

I smelled urine and realized Kurt had pissed himself, a dark stain spreading on his jeans.

The woman grabbed a pair of his handcuffs off Kurt's worktable--he had quite a collection at this point. She twirled them as she held the dagger in a low, casual grip. She faced him, her smile growing wider.

"Please don't hurt me?" Kurt blubbered like a baby as the woman advanced on him. "Who are you? Why don't my powers work on you? Please, I can give you whatever you want. Please!"

"Handcuff yourself around the table leg," she growled, tossing him the handcuffs.

Kurt was eager to obey, snapping the handcuff about his right wrist, wrapping the chain around the heavy table leg before cuffing his left hand. He was trapped. The table was heavy. He wouldn't move it. "Please! I can give you wealth! Please don't hurt me!"

The woman ignored his please and bent down, pulling off his urine soaked pants. His small cock came out, looking even tinier than usual. All the blood had fled his dick. It barely rose about his piss-stained pubic hair.

"Such a tiny prick for such a large monster," the woman mocked, stroking the cock. The dick swelled unbidden in her hand. "No wonder you had to sell your soul. How could you ever get a woman, let alone satisfy one, with this little thing?"

Kurt sobbed, the tears ruining his macho rocker look. "I'll do anything. Just don't hurt me."

The woman's lip curled in disgust. "I am Sister Louise Afra of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I have been sent by God to stop your perversions, Warlock."

I didn't understand what he was saying. What was a warlock? And what was the Order of Mary Magdalene? She called herself a sister. Was she a nun? I had never seen a nun like her, naked and unafraid, terrorizing the great Kurt, the lead singer of Satan's Silvered Tongue. Who ever heard of a nun giving a guy a handjob?

She did. And while holding a knife to his throat.

She straddled Kurt and guided his small cock to her pussy. She slid down it and let out a soft sigh. There was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice. She enjoyed the feel of his cock in her. My pussy clenched.

He did have a wonderful cock.

"If you wanted to fuck me, you just had to ask," Kurt's voice cracked with mock bravado, a forced grin on his face.

"When you cum in me, and you will cum, I will exorcise your powers." A huge smile appeared on Sister Louise's lips. "All the powers the Adversary gave you. No more adoring fans, no more women for you to abuse. All gone."

"Fuck no," groaned Kurt, his face paling. He thrashed until she pressed the knife tighter against his throat.

"Yes, you realize it now. All the people under your control will regain themselves. Everyone will remember all the lives you destroyed, all the pain you inflicted. I do not think the authorities will be so forgiving of all those accidental deaths any longer. And the women you raped... Oh, they will return to their normal selves, freed of your mind control. They will want justice"

"No, please no," he begged as Sister Louise rose up and down on his cock. "I won't cum. You can't make me."

"It's biology, monster," Sister Louise purred wickedly. The pleasure was unmistakable. She arched her back, her breasts jiggling as she rode him faster and faster. "You won't be able to hold on forever. You're eighteen. I bet it won't be able to last long at all."

"No, no, no," Kurt groaned, his face twisting, his hips bucking.

"Oh, yes, ram that small cock into my cunt," groaned the nun. "Yes, yes, yes. I love it. Fuck me with it. Mmm, yes. You make me so wet, Kurt. I love exorcising filth and delivering justice."

"Please," he blubbered, his hands straining. The handcuff chain rasped on the wood of the table as he jerked on it. "Please, you don't have to do this. I can give you anything."​