Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I had been so wracked with guilt for what happened to Alice, fearing it was partly my fault. If I hadn't spent so much time with her, making her think she had a chance of loving me, maybe Mom, when she was a nun, wouldn't have used Alice.

"This will work," Mark said, patting my arm. He was supportive of healing my friend despite the fact Alice had almost killed him. He understood. It really wasn't my friend, but Heaven and the damned angels who used my mom, not telling her she was trying to kill her daughter and future son-in-law. They were the real enemies

"It will," I said, confident. Sam said this would work, and she was smart.

Leah opened the door, dressed in her sexy chauffeur's outfit: short, black skirt, fishnet stockings, a white bustier that displayed her large breasts beautifully, and the blue and red tie that dangled between the slopes of her breasts. She looked so cute. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur's cap completed it.

"Sir, Ma'am," she purred. I was so glad that Leah was our chauffeur again. We had so much fun with her two weeks ago.

Mark slid out first, then held out his hand to help me up. I smiled at him, loving the gesture. Eight bodyguards, 51 leading them, formed up around us as we walked into the hospital. Nurses and orderlies blinked when they saw us.

More than a few bowed--our worshipers.

"I want to do this alone," I told Mark as we reached Alice's room in the ICU. "Okay?"

"Sure, Mare," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.

I took a deep breath as I opened the door to Alice's room and slipped in. She looked so sad lying on the bed. She had bandages wrapped about her neck and a tube down her throat, the end taped to her mouth. Every few seconds, the mechanical wheeze of the artificial lung pumping air into her would fill the room. IVs and sensors dotted her body while monitoring equipment beeped around her. Dean, her husband, sat next to her, clutching her hand. He was wearing a rumpled T-shirt and sweatpants. He looked like hell, eyes baggy and bloodshot, his face covered in ragged, black whiskers.

"Hey, Mary," he said, not looking up, his voice hoarse.

He had been by her side ever since she got shot. Guilt stabbed at my heart. He still loved her, was devoted to her, and he did not know that Alice was cheating on him with me. And with her yoga instructor before that. He also didn't know that she was preparing to divorce him, wanting to run off with me.

I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. Until this morning, we all thought that she was never going to wake up.

"Hey, Dean," I answered. "Everything's going to be all right."

"They're asking me to pull the plug," Dean replied with hollow eyes. "Doctor says she's brain dead. Insurance company doesn't want to pay for life support. I don't know what to do."

"It will be okay," I told him again as I grasped Alice's hand. "Trust me."

Something flickered in his eyes. "You're a goddess. Can you...?" His words trailed off like he was scared of hearing my answer.

"I can."

"Please," he begged. "Save her."

I took a deep breath and concentrated on her being healthy. Whole. According to Sam, anyone could do this spell, you just had to believe it would work with every ounce of your being. And I knew it would--I had seen too much magic to not believe. I had made deals with the Devil, seen nuns wield their faith magic, and experienced the devilish work of Lilith. My husband was healed by that bitch.

And I would heal Alice.

So I concentrated as hard as I could on Alice being healed, being whole, no longer this sad creature lying before me, wasting away, drifting closer and closer to death. I imagined my lover beautiful, vivacious, passionate.

"Tsariy!"

My shout echoed through the room. Energy rushed out of me and into Alice. Scarlet light enveloped her, a dome of pure crimson. The world swam about me. I felt dizzy. I swayed, so exhausted. My grip slipped from Alice. I fell backwards.

"Mare!" Mark shouted in alarm.

The door crashed open. I felt his strong hands gripping me. I blinked, my back slumped against his chest. He had caught me. The Gift my mother gave him, her nun powers, must have given Mark quick reflexes to act so fast.

I smiled up at him, feeling exhausted, drained. "I'm fine, Mark. Thanks."

"You sure?" he asked as he helped steady myself.

"Just took a lot of out of me." I drew in a deep breath as Mark kissed me on the forehead. He was so sweet. I leaned against his solid frame. Sam said this might happen. The more the person was hurt, the more that was wrong that you had to fix, the more energy it took out of you. I felt like I just had run a marathon. With a backpack full of bricks. Uphill the entire way.

Dean had jumped up when the glow had flared. It was gone now. His eyes were wide. "Did it...?"

Alice let out a gurgling choke as she bolted upright. Her eyes were wild, her hands flailing, scrabbling to grab the breathing tube shoved down her throat. She gripped the plastic hose and pulled it, gagging and coughing the whole time. She breathed hoarsely as she flung the tube away. She descended into coughing fit.

"Alice," Dean gasped as he hugged his wife tightly to his chest. There were tears running down his face as he stared gratefully at me.

"Dean?" Alice asked. She sound tired and confused. "What's going on?"

"You were shot, dear," he whispered. "You've been in a coma for a week. And Mary... She healed you."

"What? Mary?" Alice glanced around and her hazel eyes met mine. Her cheeks flushed with color, and a smile grew on her lips. But the smile quickly faded, and her eyes narrowed in anger and jealousy as she realized who was supporting me.

Mark was right--I was blind to her feelings. They were as plain as day.

"Dean, I need to talk to Alice. Can you wait outside?" I asked. "You too, Mark."

"You are okay, right?" Mark asked, concern on his face. I nodded, and he kissed my cheek. "Okay, Mare."

"I'll be right outside, dear," Dean told Alice and squeezed her hand.

The two men left the room.

Alice looked down at her body, at the IVs stuck into her arms and sensors dotting her body, a mass of wires sticking out the top of her gown. She ripped them out, wincing, rubbing her wrist where the IV needles were embedded.

"Mary," she breathed and seized my hand, a big smile on her face. "What happened? Last thing I remember was our fight." She frowned. "And then I had this dream that I shot Mark and..." She trailed off. She must have seen something in my face, some flicker of emotion at the memory of Mark getting shot by her. "Oh, God, that happened?"

I took a deep breath. "I need to apologize to you Alice." She started to interrupt me, and I placed my finger over her mouth. "Let me just talk, okay?"

After she nodded her head, I explained to her all about our powers and our enemies and how she was used as a weapon to try to kill us. A bewildered expression slowly filled her face as I spoke. "Alice, I wanted to have one normal friend, one person not caught up in all of this. So, I didn't take the steps to protect you. I did not think our enemies could do anything to you. I'm so very sorry, Alice."

"I don't know what to say, Mary. This is just so... crazy."

I muttered a word. Alice shrieked when I rose into the air, hovering a foot off the ground. It was the same spell Mark used on the Morning Today Show. I couldn't float too long, I was tired from healing her and was having trouble maintaining the concentration. I landed rather hard, and I had to catch myself on the railing of her hospital bed.

"How did you do that?"

"Magic," I told her, then took a deep breath. "Do you still love Dean?"

She frowned. "What?"

I had to be careful here. "Dean spent the last week sitting by your side. He loves you a lot. So, do you love him, still?"

"I don't know." Alice gave a shake of her head. "I love you, Mary."

"I love you like a friend, like a sister," I explained as gently as possible. "But I love Mark. So you have the choice: you can choose to stay with Dean, who loves you, and try to work out your problems, or you can continue to pine after me but never have me the way you want."

Tears burned in her eyes. "You mean..."

"I will never leave Mark for you. I hope we can still be friends, even lovers, but my heart is Mark's." I gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her on the forehead. "The choice is yours, Alice."

I forced myself to walk out of the room.

"She's all yours," I told Dean. "You two have a lot to talk about."

He rushed into the room. He loved her a lot. I turned, peering through the glass window into the room as I leaned against Mark. They were talking, Alice hugging herself, tears falling down her face. Dean reached out, hands trembling then retreating, his face paling.

I couldn't fix their marriage. Not without dominating them. And I didn't want to do that to Alice.

"Let's go heal Xiu," I whispered to Mark.

Mark Glassner

Xiu looked so tiny on her hospital bed. She was sleeping peacefully, her round face relaxed. Unlike Alice, she didn't have a respirator to breathe for her. She would recover on her own, but she wouldn't have her uterus. The doctors had to perform a hysterectomy on her. I wanted to return her womb to her. To make her whole.

I broke away from Mary and walked to Xiu's bed. I took my sleeping slut's hand. She woke up and smiled up at me.

"Master," she breathed, her voice tired.

"I'm here to fix you," I whispered, imagining her whole and fertile again. And then I whispered "Tsariy."

I grunted as the energy rushed out of me. A powerful wave of fatigue washed through me as Xiu gasped loudly. Scarlet light enveloped her. Her bed creaked. Her hand clenched so hard on mine as she gasped.

"Master?"

"Just healing you," I told her as the light faded.

She looked so different. The color was back in her round cheeks, and her almond eyes were wide with amazement. The IV needle that had been in her arm had been forced out of her flesh by my healing. She wasn't as hurt as Alice was.

"Master," Xiu gasped as she ripped off the various sensors, triggering all sorts of annoying alarms, then threw her arms about my neck. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Master!"

I stroked her face and took a deep breath. It was her turn. "Xiu, I'm going to free you from my control for the next twenty-four hours. I want you to decide if you want to be our slut. Or, if you do not want to be our slut, I will free you."

Confusion appeared on Xiu's face as she was released from my control. She frowned, looking at us, then stood up from the bed and walked over to the plastic bag on the counter that contained her personal effects. She stripped out of her hospital gown, baring her petite, olive-skinned body. She was beautiful--her skin was flawless, her ass firm and slim, and her huge breasts swayed as she moved. Those pillowy mounds were topped with dark nipples. She fished around in the bag and pulled out her nipple piercings. She frowned, trying to stick the piercing through her nipple.

"I'm not pierced anymore," she whispered in surprise.

"I guess I healed you too well," I grinned, trembling, waiting for her answer. Being naked was a great sign.

Xiu laughed and pulled out her gold choker with her name written in emeralds. She kissed it and I knew that she was my slut. She clasped it about her throat. "I am yours," she answered then bent over the foot of her hospital bed, grasped her butt-cheeks, and spread them apart, exposing her tight asshole. "Fuck my ass, Master. Hard!" A broad smile appeared on her lips. "Make it hurt, Master!"

"And what about me?" Mary pouted as I moved behind Xiu, unzipping my pants

"I would love to eat your pussy, Mistress," Xiu said, licking her lush lips. "I am your sex slave. Use and abuse me for your pleasure."

"Oh, yes, we will," I grinned as I moved to her. I seized her butt-cheeks, loving the pale-olive tinge. I squeezed them. "Grab my cock and guide it to your asshole, slut."

"Yes, Master," she moaned, her aura flaring black as she obeyed my command.

Her hand seized my cock, moving it to her asshole as Mary climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, exposing her waxed pussy. An eager grin crossed my fiancee's face, the exhaustion melting away as she was eager for Xiu's licking tongue. I groaned, my dick throbbing as Xiu rubbed the crown into her asshole.

"Right there, Master," she moaned.

"Xiu," I growled. "For the rest of your existence, you are our slave. You will do anything Mary or I tell you with a smile on your face no matter how disgusting or degrading, slut."

"I will, Master!" she moaned. "I'm your slut!"

I thrust my cock.

Xiu screamed in pain as my dick rammed into her ass without any lube. She shuddered, her face pressing into Mary's snatch by the force of my thrust. I could hear how much it hurt by how she grunted and groaned as my dick seared into the depths of her bowels.

And I knew how much she loved it. Xiu was a pain slut. She got off on being hurt. Being fucked in the ass without any lube was one of her favorite activities. I groaned, feeling her hot bowels wrapped about my dick as I pulled back and thrust again.

"Oh fuck, that's nice, slut!" Mary moaned. Her green eyes caught mine. I smiled at her as I pounded Xiu's tight ass. My fiancee undulated her hips, grinding her pussy against Xiu's licking tongue. "Eat my pussy! Yes, yes, that's so fucking nice."

Mary groaned as Xiu rammed two fingers into her snatch. I savored the sight, seeing what I could of Xiu licking and pleasing my fiancee as I slammed my dick over and over into her tight, hot bowels, making her groan and whimper.

"Hurts soooo much," she moaned. "Fuck my ass, Master! Pound me! Make me scream!"

"Yes," I snarled, my heart bursting with joy that Xiu had chosen to stay.

Her butt-cheeks jiggled each time my groin slapped into her ass, filling the room with the crack of flesh. I loved that sound. I savored it echoing through the room as I reamed her. I grunted, my dick aching in the depths of her hot bowels. I trembled with each thrust, reaming deep into her bowels, making her gasp and howl with pain as she tongued Mary.

My naughty filly grabbed Xiu's black hair with one hand and pulled the slut's face tight against her cunt. Mary's hips writhed in pleasure. I fucked Xiu's ass even harder, pushing the slut's face into Mary's cunt, making my fiancee moan and gasp.

"Your ass is fucking tight, slut!" I growled. "I love fucking your slutty ass! I love hurting you."

Xiu moaned happily into Mary's pussy, her bowels clenching on my dick, increasing her pain. My balls cracked into her taint. I reached beneath her and found her pussy dripping with juices. They poured out of the naughty slut.

She squealed as I rubbed her clit, massaging her bud as I rammed my dick hard into her bowels. The friction was intense. So rough without lube. I groaned, my balls boiling with the pleasure as I reamed her hard.

"Are you going to flood this naughty slut's ass, Mark?" Mary moaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

"I am, Mare!" I moaned. "Cum on her face. Drown her in pussy juices while I ream her asshole. Listen to her. She loves the pain."

"Naughty slut," groaned Mary.

"And she's dripping wet."

Mary shuddered, humping, grinding, skillfully brought closer and closer to cumming by Xiu's lips and fingers. I could just see Xiu's pink tongue fluttering against Mary's clit, driving my fiancee wild with passion. My dick ached, loving sharing the slut with my fiancee.

Mary groaned, her back arching, as Xiu sucked on her clit. "You naughty slut," Mary gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, massage my G-spot."

"Make my filly cum," I commanded, pounding Xiu's ass, my balls thwacking into her taint, heavy, full of cum, eager to erupt into her depths.

"Yes, Master!"

Xiu attacked my fiancee's pussy. Mary bucked and moaned, her auburn hair flying about her face as she came. Wordless bliss exploded from my fiancee's mouth. I loved watching her cum as much as I loved fucking the slut who gave her such pleasure.

I wasn't too far behind her. I rubbed Xiu's clit faster and faster as she devoured Mary, holding on to my bucking fiancee. Mary's orgasm peaked. She convulsed and then fell back onto the hospital bed, sucking in deep breaths.

"Oh fuck, that was great, slut!" she moaned.

"I'm so happy, Mistress," Xiu answered. "And Master's cock feels so amazing in my ass! Mmm, I'm going to cum, Master!"

"Do it," I snarled and pinched her clit as hard as I could.

Xiu's ass clenched down hard on my dick. Her body bucked. Her orgasm exploded out of her as I abused her clit. Her bowels writhed about my dick as her silky, black hair danced about her back, her moans exploding through the hospital room.

Oh, thank you, thank you, Master, for making me cum!"

"Fucking slut!" I snarled and slammed my cock into her depths, the friction rushing down to my balls.

And triggered my orgasm.

The pleasure exploded out of my cock. My face contorted as my cum flooded Xiu's asshole. I pinched her clit hard as her bowels milked my dick. The pleasure rushed to my brain, bathing my mind in rushes of pleasure. I held onto it as long as I could, embracing the pleasure, joy surging through me that Xiu was mine.

Then it passed. "God damn, that was good, slut!"

"I am so glad I pleased you, Master," she purred.

I groaned as I pulled out of her ass. Mary leaned back on the bed, watching, her eyes lidded, exhausted from healing Alice. But I had plenty of energy. Xiu turned on the bed and, like the good slut she was, licked at my cock, cleaning her ass off of it.

"That's it," I groaned, loving the thrill of a woman licking my cock after it had been in her ass. "You're a wonderful slut." I stroked her black hair and smiled at Mary.

"She's ours, Mark," Mary smiled back.

"Yes, she is," I groaned as Xiu engulfed my cock, bobbing her mouth, staring up at me with her slanted eyes. I smiled down at my Chinese slut. I wanted to hold onto this happy feeling as long as I could.

And I had more bodyguards to heal, more women to make whole. All those hurt in my service, those who could still be restored, would be repaired. I owed it to them all.

Every bride should yearn to be the Holy Slut Alison. To bend over the alter and be blessed by our Living God.

--Epistle of Xiu 2:7

Friday, July 12th, 2013 - Alison Hertz - South Hill, WA

I was giddy with excitement. The day of my wedding to my Latin beauty, Desiree, had finally arrived.

After today, I would be Alison de la Fuente. After having her marriage to Brandon annulled--Master's work, and what fun we had in the courtroom that day--Desiree went back to her maiden name. It was a far prettier name then Fitzsimmons.

Desiree and I spent several nights talking in bed about our new last name. Should one of us take the other's last name like a heterosexual couple? Or would we hyphenate. And how did you hyphenate de la Fuente with Hertz? De la Fuente-Hertz or Hertz-de la Fuente?

Both sounded ridiculous.

In the end, I decided to take Desiree's last name. De la Fuente was such a beautiful name, far more so than Hertz. Besides, Desiree did the proposing, so I liked to joke that made her the man in our relationship.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I walked downstairs carrying my wedding clothes in a gym bag. Doubts clouded my mind. You shouldn't marry her, my subconscious whispered. You should devote yourself to Master one hundred percent. She's just a distraction. I knew it was just nerves, but these thoughts had been plaguing me since Desiree proposed.

I loved Desiree, and I had Master and Mistress's blessing, so I ignored my subconscious. Desiree was important to my heart. I loved Master and Mistress--and I was their devoted sex slave and slut--but what I felt for them paled compared to the strength of what I felt with Desiree. When we were apart, I missed her, ached for her.

Xiu waited at the bottom of the stairs, a happy smile on her cute, Chinese face. She was dressed like me in a terrycloth robe, her clothes in a bundle slung on her arm. Xiu was my maid of honor. I had chosen her before everything went wrong, and I was so happy that Master healed her last week.

Just one more miracle to add to all the others Master and Mistress could perform.

Desiree had chosen Korina to be her maid of honor, or Desiree's 'best gal,' as I jokingly called her. Originally, it was Fiona, but Fiona had left us.

I missed Noel and Fiona and Thamina, but if they didn't want to be sluts like the rest of us that was their loss. I also missed Willow, and even Sam, though they just moved up the street. While neither were one of us special sluts any longer, they still served Master and Mistress in their own way. And it was really wild to let Sam fuck you with that cock she could conjure.

But the one I really missed was Chasity. The house seemed a little emptier without her enthusiasm.

I felt a tear misting my eye and wiped it away. Chasity died protecting Mistress while I huddled in the house with the other sluts, too scared to do anything. But not Chasity. She was a warrior woman, a Valkyrie. The memory of her standing up, her blonde hair streaming behind her as she made that last, desperate attempt to save Mistress, still haunted me.

I liked to think Chasity was out there, watching over us in the great beyond, just waiting to appear and save the day at some crucial moment. Like in that old movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. The barbarian one. Dad always loved to watch it. At the end, Arnold's girl, who died earlier in the movie, would appear, wearing silver armor that shone with its own light, to save him.

Xiu hooked her arm around mine. "Oh, I'm so excited," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Which caused her large breasts to jiggle beneath her robe. Her breasts were as big as my Desiree's, but on Xiu's petite frame they seemed enormous. It was hard to feel sad when you were faced with such huge, swaying melons.

"Me, too," I giggled.

Arm-in-arm, we walked happily to the back of the house and out into the backyard. Sam was there with a few of the bodyguards. I jumped as strawberry-blonde 29 fired her handgun at a mannequin. The mannequin was all white and wore no clothes except for a metal necklace around its neck. 29's round hit the mannequin, and it toppled over in a spray of plastic.

"Darn," Sam muttered. "I thought that would work."

"Maybe the metals aren't right?" Candy suggested.

Sam's lover was stretched out naked on a chaise lounge, tanning, her body glistening. She was short, but she had some nice curves that I greatly appreciated. And I loved her hair, half dyed the same shade of pink as my hair, the other half cotton candy blue. Wild.

"Whacha doing?" I asked Sam, surprised our backyard had turned into a firing range.

Her round, olive face was furrowed in thought. "Experimenting on protection charms," Sam answered. "There are some vague hints in the Book about enchanting amulets and charms. Now that the translation is done, I'm experimenting on those. If I can get this to work, a simple necklace could give you the same protection as a bulletproof vest."

"Wow!" Xiu gushed.

"Let's try the B8 bronze, Candy," Sam ordered as 29 went and stood up the mannequin.

I tugged on Xiu's arm. "C'mon. We've got to get ready. You can watch Sam later."

"Sorry," Xiu smiled apologetically at me as I led her to the back gate.

I opened it, the hinges creaking, and nodded to 19 and 20 who were guarding the gate. It was a recent addition. Since the attack and the Miracle, the Church of the Living Gods--as the worshipers of Master and Mistress called themselves--had set up a large tent on the empty lot where our Masters were building their mansion. So it made sense to build the gate. Most of us sluts went to the nightly worship service. They were so much fun. All the worshipers saw us as disciples of their Gods and treated us like we were royalty.

Plus, the worship orgies were a blast.

Desiree and I decided to be married at the Living Church. Daisy Cunningham was going to perform the ceremony. Daisy and her twin sister Rose, despite being eighteen, had somehow become the heads of the church. I guess because they had been preaching Master's message of free love the loudest. The tent was on the edge of an empty lot overgrown with grass and wildflowers. At the far end of the field, the foundations for the mansion were being dug. Work on our new home started this week. Many of the worshipers volunteered their time to build the mansion while others donated money or materials.

We passed the Miraclists, one of the names for members of the movement, nodding when they bowed to us. Most wore chokers of stainless steel or plastic or leather, and a few had theirs made out gold or silver. The chokers had phrases like: "Faithful" or "Love is the Way" or "My Gods Live," and a half-a-hundred other phrases.

Crossing the field, we passed more and more Miraclists as we approached the large, red tent. It was like a circus tent, rearing up high. Beth Phillips greeted worshipers as they filed in. There was supposed to be a short service today before my wedding. Everyone touched Beth's belly as they entered. She claimed to be carrying Master's child. Maybe she was. I remember the day Master fucked her in the bathroom of that car dealership. I was supposed to distract her husband, but he didn't seem all that interested in me. The rumor was that Beth left him because he couldn't satisfy her after Master fucked her.

Beth bowed to us, murmuring, "Holy Sluts."

"Blessed Mother," I murmured back.

It was amazing how, in the span of a few weeks, the trappings of religion were quickly springing up. "Blessed Mother" was the title of any woman pregnant with Master's child. Besides Beth, there was Vivian Anders. And Anastasia Milburn was a maybe. She was one of Mark's jogging sluts, but her child could also be her husband's. And, of course, Korina, Violet, and April were all carrying Master's child, but they were "Holy Sluts." Maybe they should be "Blessed Holy Mother Sluts."

Xiu looked at me as I giggled. "Blessed Holy Mother Sluts" sounded more like a swear than a title.

"Blessed holy mother sluts!" I laughed, and Xiu's look became more confused.

"Are you okay?"

Unable to talk, I just waved my hand and hurried into the tent.

Inside, the worshipers had made a vestibule out of curtains hanging from PVC pipes. There were a pair of antechambers off the vestibule on the right and left while going straight ahead would take you into the main worship pavilion. Xiu and I went into the room on the right to get changed and wait for the start of the ceremony. Desiree and Korina should already be in the room on the left.

"I'm so happy!" Violet squealed the moment I entered the room. She was waiting for me to arrive. The excited girl threw her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly on the lips. I enjoyed my sister-slut's lips for a minute before I broke the kiss. It wouldn't do for us to get carried away.

"You're just radiant," Violet beamed after I broke the kiss. "You're glowing, Alison."

"I feel like it," I said and giggled again. "And so are you."

She rubbed at her stomach. She only found out from Dr. Willow a few days ago she was pregnant with Master's child. Or maybe it was Mistress's. The date of conception, according to Dr. Willow, was the day Mistress had her cock, a bargain she made with Lilith. But Mark had also fucked Violet that evening during our reunion orgy.

I guess we would have to wait nine months and find out.

Our terrycloth robes came off, and Xiu and I were both naked except for our chokers. I admired the curves on Xiu's petite body. Especially her large breasts and dark nipples that were pierced by a silver bar from which dangled pink butterflies on silver chains. I knew from experience just how much she loved for someone to pull hard on those piercings. She practically came when she got them re-pierced.

Master had healed her a little too well after she was shot during the SWAT attack.

"Let's get you dressed and ready," Violet giggled, her pigtails making her look even younger than eighteen.

I opened my bag and pulled out my wedding attire. First, a white merry widow, a type of corset that cupped my round breasts with lace. Violet helped me put it on, lacing it up in the back. The corset was low-cut, leaving my hard nipples--pierced with silver barbells--exposed. Then I gently rolled up a pair of white fishnet stockings and hooked the merry widow's garters to the stocking tops. Last came the white stiletto heals.

I wore no panties, displaying my shaved cunt and my tattoo. I loved my tattoo. It was so naughty. The words "Cum on in," were inked in black over an arrow that pointed down at my pussy.

"Oh, you are so sexy," groaned Xiu as I did a twirl.

"Desiree's jaw is going to drop," giggled Violet in agreement.

"That's the plan," I said as I sat down at a chair before a small desk, a makeup mirror before me reflecting my face.

Violet applied my makeup while Xiu pulled on a similar merry widow, although hers was a midnight blue. Outside, I could hear one of the Cunningham twins begin the nightly sermon, her soprano voice carrying through the tent. After my makeup was done, I applied a lovely perfume Mistress gave me on my wrists, behind my ears, and one dab right above my clit.

Violet held up a mirror, and I smiled. I looked hot. My bubblegum-pink hair fell in loose curls about my shoulders, framing my innocent-looking, eighteen-year-old face. The makeup gave me a hungry look which contrasted nicely with my innocent features. I looked like a slutty virgin, particularly in the white merry widow that was both virginal and whorish at the same time.

I was all set to get married.

"You look beautiful," Master said as he walked in.

I blushed, "Thank you, Master."

He wore a simple, white shirt with blue, pinstripe lines, and a pair of black slacks. In his hands was a bouquet of red and dark-blue flowers. He handed them to me, and I smiled. He was walking me down the aisle. My father was here tonight, but he understood that a sex slave should be given away by her Master.

Or her Mistress, in Desiree's case.

"It's time," Violet announced, stepping back in. "Alison, oh, you are so beautiful." Tears misted her eyes.

Tears misted mine. I was getting married to the second most beautiful woman in the world--Mistress was the most beautiful woman.

Xiu smiled at me as we stepped out into the vestibule. Across the room, Desiree followed Korina out of the other antechamber and my breath caught. My Latin beauty was stunning in her white merry widow. Her large, pillowy breasts cradled so perfectly amid the lace of her bodice, her dark nipples erect and pointing right at me. My eyes slid down her nut-brown skin to her gorgeous legs clad in white stockings, and her shaved pussy peeking between sleek thighs. Next to her, Mistress was wearing a dark-blue dress, low-cut to show off her freckled breasts, and with a short skirt so her creamy, delicious thighs were exposed.

"Let's get married," I said in giggling excitement.

Desiree nodded at me, a huge smile on her lips.

Xiu and Korina hooked their arms together and marched slowly down the aisle, reveling in the stares their exposed flesh brought from the congregation. I saw Daddy look back, and I smiled shyly at him. Master had easily convinced my daddy to let me be a sex slave, and he had been supportive ever since.

My thoughts drifted to our deliciously sinful time two weeks ago while Master and Mistress were in New York City. Making love to my daddy, with Desiree's help, had been magical.

Korina and Xiu reached the alter, and then it was Mistress and Desiree's turn. Arm in arm, they marched slowly while the entire congregation watched with awe as their Goddess escorted my bride. My eyes alternated between Desiree's plump and naked ass and Mistress's swaying rear beneath her tight skirt. Daisy waited at the altar. She blushed when Mistress leaned over and captured her pretty lips with a kiss.

Now it was my turn. Taking a deep breath, I hooked my arm around Master's. I trembled.

It's not too late, my subconscious whispered. You don't have to marry her. I ignored my doubts. It was far too late to stop this. Desiree owned my heart. She stole it the day we met. My trembles stopped, and I walked stately towards my waiting bride on Master's arm.

As I passed Daddy, he reached out and gripped my hand. I felt my eyes misting in joy and squeezed him back. He sat next to Issy Norup, one of Master's former jogging sluts. I convinced Dad to come to the Church after our dinner, and he hit it off with Issy, with a little nudge from me. The eighteen-year-old looked happy leaning against my dad. He deserved some happiness. He had spent all his time trying to raise his out-of-control daughter--my mom had died giving birth to me--that he didn't have time to find himself another woman.

"You are so beautiful, mi Sirenita," Desiree whispered when I reached the altar.

That did it. A tear fell. "You're gorgeous."

I handed Xiu my bouquet and took my bride's hands. I loved it when Desiree called me "Sirenita." It meant little mermaid in Spanish. I glanced down at the engagement ring Desiree had given me. It had the two mermaids engraved on the band, their arms forming the mounts for the sparkling diamond.

Daisy started her wedding sermon. I tried to focus on her words, but I just kept staring into Desiree's eyes as her words about how beautiful it was when two people decided to join their lives together washed past me. She urged us to love each other, and to put each other first before all others, to delight in each other's bodies, and to share our deepest pleasures with our partner.

"Our Gods are here tonight to bless this union," Daisy preached, snapping me out of my daze.

My pussy clenched as Master and Mistress moved to us, a hungry grin on Master's lips.

I trembled as Master bent me over the altar. I was suddenly so nervous. I had fucked Master plenty of times, but this was different. This was my wedding day. Desiree bent over next to me, flashing me a smile as Mistress deftly slipped on a strap-on with a hot-pink dildo attached.

A zipper rasped behind me. I shivered in delight as Master caressed my ass. I reached out to grab Desiree's hand as I felt his hard cock nudging the lips of my pussy. Everyone in the congregation watched us, all so envious that we were about to be fucked by their Gods.

"Alison, you were our first slut," Master said, his voice loud and confident. "And I am so happy for you and Desiree."

"Desiree, you were our second slut," Mistress spoke. "I've seen how happy Alison makes you, and you have our blessing to marry her."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" I moaned as Master rammed his cock into my wet cunt. Desiree's mouth widened in pleasure as Mistress fucked her dildo into Desiree's pussy. Master pounded my slutty cunt. "Mmm, I love it when your cock's inside me!"

"Fuck me, mi Reina," Desiree panted, squeezing my hand. "Yes, yes! Oh, yes! I love you! I love when you make me your dyke-whore!"

Master's cock filled me, stretching me with his girth. I loved it. Every thrust, every caress of his cock against my wet sheath, built the pleasure in my depths. His balls smacked into my clit, sending sparks through my pussy as wet slaps echoed.

I squirmed, my pussy clenching on his dick as he reamed me. He groaned and grunted, savoring the tight, hot, wet silk of my cunt. I knew how to please this man. My Master. He had changed my life. I was so glad my subconscious had whispered to me, pointing him out playing with Lillian at Goth Topic all those weeks ago.

"Yes," I moaned. "Bless my slutty pussy, Master!"

"Such a slutty pussy," he grunted. "No woman is more slutty than you."

"None, mi Rey," my bride moaned.

I turned my head, staring into my bride's dark eyes. I saw love for me and the pleasure that Mistress gave her, mirroring my own ecstasy. I squeezed her hand and smiled at her. We were blessed by our Masters. We would be their slaves forever.

What a wonderful word.

Master thrust harder, the altar shaking beneath us. My nipples rubbed against the silk cloth that draped the altar. Another delightful sensation rippling down my body and fueling my growing orgasm. My pussy clenched on his dick as I trembled, my head tossing, pink hair dancing.

Desiree moaned beside me, her brown hair spilling about her shoulders, her large tits pillowed beneath me. She arched her back, slamming into Mistress's thrusts. Pleasure burned in Mistress's face, her green eyes intent as she pounded my bride.

"Yes, yes, fuck her, Mistress," I panted. "Fuck my bride. Oh, she loves it. She's your puta."

"Are you?" Mistress moaned, slapping Desiree's ass.

"Always, mi Reina," groaned Desiree. "I'm your puta forever. Alison and I will love you and serve you and submit to you always!"

"Yes," I gasped, my pussy clenching. "Oh, Master, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mmm, your cock is driving me wild! Harder! Fuck my slutty cunt, and fill your naughty slave's pussy with your cum! I love it! I'm your dirty, little cum-slut!"

"You are," he snarled, fucking me so hard. My nipples ached on the altar. "My naughty, slutty slave. My whore."

"Your whore! You won me, Master! Dump your cum in my hole. My cunt, my mouth, my asshole exist for your pleasure."

Saying those words had me so close to climaxing. Master's thrusts were becoming more erratic. He was nearing his erupting. Coming closer to filling my naughty snatch with his cream. I couldn't wait. My naughty, little cunt was made for men to fill it with their cum, particularly this man.

Nothing made me happier.

I pushed my hips back, squeezing my cunt on his shaft. I wiggled my hips and churned his dick through my pussy as he slammed into my depths. His balls thwacked over and over into my clit. I trembled, on the verge of erupting. His hands squeezed my hip, gripping me hard as he reamed over and over into my slutty cunt.

Then buried himself into me and grunted, "Fuck!"

Hot cum flooded my pussy. Thick, hot jizz. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on his erupting dick. He was all the way in me, his cum splashing on my cervix. I felt like such a wonderful slut. He had used my pussy for his pleasure. He had dumped his cum in me.

My orgasm crashed through me.

"Yes! Oh, thank you, Master, for using my cunt to satiate your cock!" I moaned. "Thank you! That was fucking amazing!"

"You're welcome, slut," groaned Master as he smacked my ass.

Beside me, Desiree's face contorted in pleasure, and she gasped, "¡Yo estoy correrse!"

I smiled. Desiree always looked so wild and beautiful when she came, her head tossing, her hips bucking back into Mistress's thrust. Wild pleasure crossed Mistress's face as she hammered her dildo into Desiree's cunt.

"Fucking slut!" Mistress panted. "Keep wiggling that ass, whore! I'm gonna keep fucking you until I cum!"

"Ooh, cum for me, mi Reina! Please!"

Master pulled out of me. I shuddered, savoring the feel of his seed running wet down my thighs. My gaze fell on Mistress. I reached out and caressed Mistress's face, trailing my fingers down her pale neck to the slope of her breast, stopping at the neckline of her dress.

"Let me help you, Mistress," I purred, pushing the fabric down to expose a dusky nipple at the tip of a perfect, freckled breast.

"You delightful whore," Mistress cooed as I sucked that hard nipple into my lips.

I played with the nub, rolling it around my tongue as I sucked hard, giving her pleasure. Blue eyes and a doll's face loomed up next to me as Korina sucked on Mistress's other nipples. We both suckled hard, loving our Mistress.​