Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

On September 30th, 2013, amidst blood and fire, the Tyrants' reign began. In the name of Peace and Security, they put mankind beneath their Oppression. To fight the Darkness, the False Gods, Mark and Mary Glassner, shrouded the World in Night.

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

September 30th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Tacoma, WA

I stood with my wife naked before the awed crowd of soldiers and reporters. Worship burned in their eyes. They knew what we were--Gods. Their Gods. We had battled the False God, Brandon Fitzsimmons, and defeated him, ending his tyranny which had run rampant for the last three days.

And now he was dead, executed at our orders.

We gave the order. 51 pulled the trigger. I didn't look at the corpse at our feet. He was a monster. I had no sympathy for the man. Not after he had me beaten the last three days. Tortured me. I had lived in agony. I would have died, but Mary came to my rescue.

The bastard had hurt her, too.

"The Living Gods," the soldiers breathed as they bowed before us. They were US Army soldiers from nearby Joint Base Lewis-McChord, previously under the domination of Brandon. Like us, he was a Warlock who wished for mind control powers.

And he did not hold back in using them.

I pulled my wife to me, unashamed at our nudity. Our bodies were perfect and youthful. The Gift of the Spirit, which we both now possessed, would keep me at my most physically fit and Mary at her most sexually beautiful. Awe filled me whenever I glanced at my wife. Something happened in France, something that transformed her feelings on how we should use our powers.

"We have to dominate the world, Mark," she had whispered in my ear ten minutes ago. "We've started something terrible. A darkness approaches. We have to take some responsibility and fight back."

Her words chilled my blood, a blast of arctic wind howling across my soul. I had opened my mouth to question her, but she pressed a finger to my lips and shook her head, emerald eyes flashing a warning. I trusted her. I loved her.

She must have her reasons for not speaking more about it.

Her next words transformed the arctic gale into a raging maelstrom when she said, "That's why we need to prepare. We need to lead mankind, guide them and protect them. Rule them. The Nuns are done. There is only you and me.

"We can make a better world, Mark. A utopia!"

"We were doing that. That's why I'm running for office."

She had shaken her head, her mane of auburn hair dancing about her shoulders. "We're already worshiped as gods. I thought about this on the flight back from France. We need to galvanize the world and unite it under us. The entire world will worship us. It'll be a...Theocracy."

My eyes grew wider and wider as she laid out her idea for the Theocracy. Mary had always been the cautious one, afraid of harming people, and now she wanted to enslave the entire world. We'd make them happy. We'd eliminate all the petty hatreds that had pointlessly divided mankind: sex, race, religion, creed, sexual orientation. We would be their Gods, loving and protecting them--ruling them gently.

Whatever scared my wife, whatever dark secret she had learned from the Mother Superior, had driven her to this decision. I knew it was merely an extension of the direction we were already heading, but it was still as shocking as grabbing a downed power line. Right now, we were going slow, not forcing people to worship us--guiding instead of commanding.

But after Brandon's dramatic attack on us using an army, I didn't have a problem with her plan. We needed power. We had been too laid back, too lax, and the consequences had been almost catastrophic. We needed an army. Brandon had taught me what true power was.

"A utopia," I agreed. "We'll give it to them and command them to love it."

Now, wreathed in flames, the power stolen from Molech when I slew the demon, we faced the cameras of the world. It was time to begin.

"We have walked through blood and fire for you," I shouted, feeling the energy of the soldiers staring at us with worshipful eyes and all the cameras trained on us. They would be broadcasting live, with no delay--Brandon would have ensured that--so our powers would dominate any who heard our words and understood them. "We have suffered and been tested by the first agent of the coming darkness."

"We have triumphed," my wife said, her words ringing with steel. She had been so glorious today. "But it is only the first blow. Demons are real, and their agents seek our world's destruction. Lilith is free, and others of her ilk may walk the earth. And that is why we are here."

"To protect you."

"We are your Living Gods."

We hadn't practiced, but the words flowed from us.

"So bow," Mary said. "Bow and worship your Living Gods. You love us all. You serve us, and you obey us. The time of nations is over."

"The time of false religions poisoning us with their rigid morality, driving us to kill and hurt and maim each other is finished." Anger swelled in me. "We bring you a religion of love. We shall teach you to care for your neighbors."

"To love all mankind."

"Which is why every nation on earth, the rulers who have abused you, tricked you, oppressed you, must now bend a knee to our Theocracy. We are here to free you from the shackles of oppression. Everyone who hears my voice, know the truth: You are citizens of the Theocracy, you obey all its laws, and you will never hurt another human being. You will only love them as you love us."

"Because you all love us," Mary commanded. "You love us, and you find such joy in obeying our decrees and that of the Theocracy."

Across the United States and the world, everyone who watched us and understood our words fell under our power. I did not know what was coming, but I would ready the world. I would trust my wife and deliver a united mankind to face this growing darkness.

We would enslave the world for their own good. We would protect them.

I gazed at the soldiers who knelt before us in the square, the very men who had attacked us. Tears fell from their eyes. I could see the love on their faces. The awe at gazing at living gods. I had forgiven them already for the terrible crimes they had committed under Brandon's control. I could see the gratitude that my absolution had given them.

It was intoxicating. I could feel their love, their devotion, and I drank it in like water through the roots of a majestic oak tree.

"We need soldiers!" I proclaimed. "Loyal men and women who pledge their lives to protect mankind from the coming darkness."

"A great evil stirs in the world!" Mary declared passionately. "Lilith the Demoness walks the world, corrupting mankind, and other forces stir in the shadows! You have a choice, soldiers: serve us and fight the darkness, or be cowards and slink off to your loved ones and watch the world die, knowing deep in your hearts you could have done something to stop it!"

"Soldiers, you were falsely used by Brandon. So find glory in serving us!" I roared. "I ask that you swear fidelity and obedience to us, to fight the Darkness and save the World!"

The soldiers' cheers boomed. They thundered off the walls of the courthouse and jail, echoing around us. They rose, pumping fists. All these young men were so eager to fight and defend the world. They were all volunteers. They all wanted to serve and protect.

Mary's words scared me even more. What was coming was demonic. The angel Azrael, who trained me in my heavenly powers, had told me of a prayer that would gift soldiers protections from demonic powers, allowing their weapons to harm spiritual flesh. The angel wasn't sure how many I could bind. A normal monk could have at most a hundred, but I was different. I had access to far more power.

I felt it when I fought Molech, drawing on all the people bound to me, pooling our energies to fuel the dead I had summoned. When I killed Molech, his powers flowed into me and then into Mary. I don't know why the power passed into my wife. Maybe because our souls were bound so tightly with wishes and magics, or maybe because Molech's essence was too much for my soul alone to contain. Whatever the reason, we had a new source of energy to access.

"Then kneel and pledge to me," I said, breaking away from my wife and telling them their oaths of service, the words that would bind them to me with the Ragily prayer.

Their voices thundered as they spoke: "I pledge my rifle to the service of Mark and Mary Glassner. With obedience and fidelity, shall I follow his leadership. Until my Gods release me or death takes me."

As the assembled group of soldiers--easily more than two hundred of them--finished their oaths, power flowed out of me and into them. Their auras remained black, a Thrall's aura, but a halo of gold surrounded the darkness. According to Azrael, they would be loyal and incorruptible.

And there were far more soldiers occupying Tacoma and stationed at Joint Base Lewis-McChord that could swear to me and create an army--my army. Brandon had shown just how dangerous an army in the hands of a Warlock could be.

"My Lord," an older man with stars on his fatigues said as he stood before me, snapping a crisp salute. He, too, had sworn the oath, tears staining his face. "Lieutenant-General Arthur Brooks, commander I Corps and JBLM."

"Good. Assemble all of your soldiers, General," I told him, awkwardly saluting him back. I would have to practice that. A God should appear proficient in all things. "The occupation of Tacoma is over."

"Very well, sir." He paused. "And what would you have us do with the President, sir?"

I frowned. "What?"

"The President and most of the cabinet are imprisoned here in the jail. At the False God's orders." His eyes glanced over at the corpse of Brandon Fitzsimmons.

"Free him," Mary ordered. "Bring him to us."

Mary Glassner

I was so scared. So terrified by what Mother Superior Maryām told me in the basement of the Nun's Motherhouse. She would only speak in a secure room, the Matmown. A place where no spiritual entity could spy on us and hear our words. The Devil, Lucifer himself, the entity that Mark and I made our Pacts with, was using us to escape Hell.

To turn Earth into his fief.

I would not let that happen. Mark and I had to take responsibility for making our selfish wishes. We just wanted to have fun. To fuck whom we wanted, to live lives of hedonistic pleasure. And this was the cost. How many had died thanks to Brandon's brutality? How many more would die if Lucifer escaped? And if Mark or I didn't do it, he would use another pawn.

No demons could ever be summoned again. And there was only one way to do that.

The Theocracy. The entire world under our power. It was a horrifying necessity.

Mark's soldiers escorted the President out of the jail. The older man looked bedraggled, his clothing rumpled. His cabinet followed, looking equally disheveled. Brandon must have kept them locked up in jail after the dramatic surrender of the United States to the bastard Saturday night.

"What did I do?" the President asked, his eyes so wide as he stumbled to us. The flames still burned around us. It was... a weird sensation. I could feel the fire rippling out of my soul. I could control it. I had used it to burn Brandon's hands while he strangled me. "Dear God, what did I do?"

"You fell under the False God's spell," I told him with a gentle smile. The cameras were still rolling. I had to show the world, especially those who weren't watching live and wouldn't fall under our powers, that we were different from Brandon. Benevolent.

The loving Living Gods, not the tyrannical monster dead at our feet.

The President stumbled as I took his hand, and the weary 51 caught him. Our chief bodyguard, her dark face stained, had a strong grip. Despite all she suffered, she was still so powerful. She hadn't broken.

"You were tricked," Mark said. "But that's okay, Mr. President."

"I'm not the president," he muttered. "I gave away the country. I surrendered to him."

"But you are, sir." I squeezed his hand. "You are the President. And you are our servant. We need you."

"You do?" he asked, my commands settling on him.

"We need you to guide the United States of America on its journey of integrating into our Theocracy," Mark said, catching on fast. "We trust you, Mr. President. The American people trust you."

The man's back straightened more, his chest puffing out. "Thank you, um...?"

"You can address us as 'my Living Gods' or 'Your Eminence,'" I said. I think the Pope was called 'Your Eminence.' It sounded...fine. We couldn't let people call us by our names. We had to be remote. "All you have to do is kneel and swear your allegiance to the Theocracy."

"Because you want nothing more than for America to become a part of the Theocracy, to unite with love with all of the nations of mankind," Mark added.

"Yes," he said and knelt. "On behalf of the United States of America, I swear fealty to the Living Gods and your Theocracy, to faithfully follow your laws and commands, to serve you always." Tears fell down his cheeks as Mark placed a hand on his head in benediction. Though my husband looked calm and deific, I could see the slight embarrassment tensing his body.

He felt ridiculous doing this mummer's farce. But the soldiers cheered. They loved it. They believed we were gods. We had to embrace it all.

"Now, cabinet secretaries," Mark commanded. "Kneel and swear your allegiance to our Theocracy."

It hit me then. The power that we just gained. The United States of America was ours, and soon the rest of the world. I almost swayed with that dizzy revelation. Back in June, when this all started, I never would have imagined this is where it would end.

"Thank you, Mr. President," Mark said, helping the man to his feet after his cabinet secretaries knelt. "Your first order is to bring the head of every Federal Agency to me so they, too, will swear fealty. Especially the intelligence agencies."

"Absolutely, my Living God," the President agreed, his aura so deeply black now.

I was so tired. There was no more to say. I hardly slept since this began. I leaned against Mark and whispered, "I want to go."

"Yeah," he smiled. "Long day. Good to be somewhere familiar."

He didn't know.

"It's gone, Mark," I told him.

"What?"

"Our home. The neighborhood. It's gone." Tears burned in my eyes. "Brandon burned it all. He destroyed the foundation of our mansion and burned the pavilion where the Living Church met."

Mark's jaw clenched. "I see. The Cunningham sisters? Our other followers?"

"The sisters are fine. No one was at the pavilion when it was burned. I don't think Brandon hunted for them. And I imagine most of our followers fell under his powers."

"Good," Mark said. Then he looked around. "Where's Violet?"

My heart beat faster. I had forgotten about her in the wake of Brandon nearly killing me. "I don't know. Brandon never advertised her death on TV like the bodyguards who... died."

Mark turned. "51?"

"She never arrived with the others kept in the courtyard," 51 said.

Mark's head snapped over. "General Brooks, one of my women is missing. Violet Matheson. I want her found!"

Lillian Franks - Osage Field, KS

I bounced on my seat aboard the commercial airliner as it took off from Osage Field, leaving behind the emergency bunker we had been staying at since Saturday evening when we fled with Mistress just ahead of Brandon's goons. But that was all over. The last three days of fear and terror didn't matter.

Master was free. Mistress had saved him.

His mother still cried, hugging her girlfriend Betty in first class, and I could still hear Missy bouncing with excitement at the front of the plane, boasting about how awesome her sister was. I understood; the same exhilaration flowed through me.

I glanced at Xiu and Korina sitting in the same row as me, both holding hands and beaming. Xiu was naked, like a good slut, her large breasts jiggling, her butterfly charms swaying each from a chain that pierced her nipples.

She loved it when you pulled on those.

Master had arranged the plane. He must have made a bunch of calls to get it here so fast. Barely a half-hour after the news hit, this plane had landed at Osage Field, the aircrew instructed to take us back. They looked at us strangely, clearly not under our Masters' powers.

But I didn't care.

Master was safe. And it was time to party.

The fasten seatbelt light dinging off sprang me into action. I hopped up naked, my breasts bouncing, my hair swaying about my shoulders. I stood in the aisle. "Let's get wild!" I shouted. "Let's celebrate in style!"

Only Korina and Xiu cheered, the two sluts eager to have fun. Jessica hopped up in the aisle, too, her caramel-skinned body so sexy. But April and Alison were still worried. There was no word about Violet, April's girlfriend, and Alison had witnessed Desiree's Ra*e broadcasted on national TV. Her wife had submitted, acting like she loved and worshiped Brandon.

It had her frightened.

"April, Alison, come on. We're sluts! Let's act like it!"

"I'm okay," Alison said, the pink-haired girl staring out the window.

"Never thought I'd see the day she didn't want to fuck," Korina said, the doll-faced slut pressing into me from behind. She had boobs as big as Xiu's, but the Chinese slut's smaller frame made Xiu's tits look obscenely huge on her.

"I know," I said, then glanced at nerdy, bushy-haired April. "You want to join in?"

"I'm working on my gospel," April said. "So much happened. It has to be recorded."

"I know she's fine," I said, biting my lip. "Nothing bad has happened to Violet."

"I know," April said. "I'm sure she'll be waiting for us."

My stomach twisted. She was killing the vibe. "It's hard to have fun when you're so depressed."

"Sorry." She pushed up her glasses. "It's just... I need to know she's fine. I'm so happy Mistress rescued Master, I am, but Violet..." She shivered. "She's such a sweet girl."

"She is," Korina said, hugging me tighter. Then she broke away from me.

I turned, seeing her crying in Xiu's arms, her body shaking. I took a deep breath, worry attacking me. I moved to April, sitting down beside her, and glanced at her laptop. She was working on her gospel, the holy book about our Master and Mistress. It was an... edited version of true events.

Us sluts knew they weren't Gods, that they had made deals with demons, but it was important that others believed a... sanitized reality. Especially after that stirring speech they gave. The entire world would be theirs. And we would be there to support them.

I put my arm around her shoulder. "She'll be fine. We'll see her together. Okay?"

April nodded her head. She gave me a smile. "Thanks."

"You love her, huh?"

She nodded her head again, finger typing.

"Like Alison and Desiree?"

"Maybe," April said, her fingers typing more, her forehead furrowing in concentration.

I didn't say anything else. I just let her type. I glanced at Korina and Xiu. The pair hugged. Another relationship blossoming. Jessica sat beside Alison, whispering to her. Alison just nodded, still staring out the window, her youthful face tight.

I took a deep breath. We still had several hours of flying ahead of us before we would be back with Master. And Violet would be there. All the sluts would be reunited. We weren't losing any more.

And all of mankind rejoiced, for finally, the time of the Living Gods had arrived. The Theocracy was born to unite all humans under the banner of love.

--The Gospel of April 39:1-2

Violet Matheson

"Thank you," I said to Lorena, the deaf woman who had hidden me in her home.

She hugged me tightly. "I'll miss you, Violet."

Her words had a strange cadence to them, a little off. But they were wonderful. Nothing else had happened between us since our wild passion this morning as we celebrated not being found by the soldiers. Then we went back to watching TV on her bed, the curtains drawn tight, tense for any sounds of soldiers.

And then Master and Mistress took charge. And the soldiers moving outside were looking for me. They were my saviors, now. I didn't have to hide from them. I had flagged them down, giddy with excitement. They waited patiently while I said my goodbyes.

"You're such a wonderful person, Lorena," I told her. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Lorena shook her head. "Are they really gods, your Masters?"

I hesitated for a half-heart beat. "Absolutely. They are the Living Gods, and they love you so much. You'll see. They'll make the world a better place. They'll keep things like this from happening."

Sadness flicked across Lorena's face. This morning, one of her neighbors was trying to stop the soldiers from kidnapping his daughter. And the news reports implied something... bad happened to those women taken.

"Trust me."

Lorena nodded and gave me one last hug. Then I broke away from her, wearing her borrowed dress, and smiled. I was about to see my Masters again. He survived. She saved him. Fresh tears of joy burned in my eyes as I walked to the soldiers.

"Take me to them," I smiled.

"We will, miss," the soldier said with gentle deference. I saw the news. They served Master now. They said some sort of oath. More magic. I'd have to remember to ask Sam about it. She knew all the magic stuff.

The soldiers led me to a waiting Humvee, a beige-tan color, ready for desert battle. I walked around it, climbing into the passenger seat. There were no seatbelts, and the seat wasn't very comfy. I wrinkled my nose. It smelled of grease and gunfire. The radio crackled with incomprehensible chatter. The driver, a big, Black man in bulky armor and camo gear, gave me the friendliest nod before pulling away from Lorena's house.

It was such a reassuring nod.

I sat upright as they drove me through Tacoma. We didn't go to the courthouse like I thought, but a few streets farther down the hill. The driver turned onto Broadway. Ahead, a huge crowd of excited people clogged the streets. I smiled at the signs being held proclaiming their love and support for my Masters, their acceptance of the Theocracy.

I served the two most powerful people in the world. Out of all the billions of people on the planet, I was chosen by them. This was so amazing. I peered ahead, wondering why all these people were here. And why wasn't the driver taking me to the freeway?

I glanced at the driver. "Where are we going?"

"Hotel Murano," he answered. "It's a swanky place past all these hordes of people. That's where They are staying." The way he said "they," with such worshipful awe, made me shiver.

"They didn't go home?" I asked, then flushed. I remembered the news, watching our neighborhood burning. We couldn't go back there.

"Guess not. But they're here. The entire hotel. Soldiers are garrisoned on the first few floors while the Gods and their servants..." He glanced at me, grinning. "Guess that's you."

"I am a Holy Slut," I said with pride, lifting my head. "Their personal sex slave."

"Damn, that sounds nice."

"Maybe you'll get one," I told him as we moved through the crowd. It was slow. They parted before us, cheering and waving. I waved back at them, drinking in the attention. I was special.

Chosen to be a Holy Slut.

I nodded to the crowd. Then I rolled down the window and reached my hand out to them. They touched me, some grasping my hand for a moment. They seemed in awe. They knew I was someone important, someone special. I felt like I was blessing them. A thrill shot through my eighteen-year-old body. This was so amazing.

There was a line of soldiers blocking off the street before the hotel. It did look swanky with fire burning along the sidewalk, lighting up the night. The soldiers parted, waving through the Humvee. It pulled up to the curb, where another soldier waited.

"Not a valet," I giggled as the soldier opened the door for me.

"No one not bound by the Zimmah spell or sworn to the Ragily spell is allowed inside the hotel," a familiar voice said.

51 walked up, looking tired and beautiful all at the same time.

"You're alive," I squealed, darting out of the car and racing to her. I hugged her so hard.

"So are you," 51 said, hugging me back. "They were so worried about you. You were the only one who escaped. Leah and Desiree were caught."

"Desiree sacrificed herself for me," I said, shivering as I remembered my panic flight. "And this nice deaf woman gave me shelter."

"Deaf... Explains why she didn't turn you in."

"Couldn't hear that bastard's words," I nodded. I knew how it worked. "Is Desiree fine? I saw her on the news."

"I'm not sure any of us are fine," 51 said, her voice tight. "But she's alive. And the other bodyguards will drive down from Seattle where Mary left them as soon as the plane that picked up everyone from Kansas lands in a few hours."

I blinked. I hadn't thought of April once over the weekend. My girlfriend must have been so worried. I couldn't believe she never even popped into my mind during all my fear. I was just so scared for Master. All my emotions had been fixated on him.

"That's great. I bet April was so worried about me." Guilt twisted my stomach. I should have thought of her once.

"I bet," 51 nodded. "Well, they're waiting for you inside."

A nervous excitement shot through me. I nodded my head and then broke away from her. I ran to the revolving door, pushing through it into the lobby. It was a lovely room, but I barely saw any of it as I spotted Master and Mistress, both naked like they had been on the news, standing by the elevator. 27 was with them, holding a black machine gun.

I didn't see any other bodyguards. Were 51 and 27 the only two who survived the attack? Two out of eight?

But then joy burst out of me as the elevator doors opened. "Master!"

They turned, just about to step onto the elevator. They both smiled at the sight of me. He was so handsome and muscular, not the pudgy, boyish man who had found me in Seattle, but a hero, a God. His blue eyes lit up as I raced towards him, fresh tears falling down my face.

"Mistress!"

She looked so beautiful, her auburn hair falling about her naked shoulders, her body so curvy and lovely and lithe. Her pubic hair sculpted into that perfect heart above her waxed-bare pussy lips, her breasts small and dusted with freckles. They were alive. They were okay. Relief swept through me.

And then I reached them, and they caught me in a hug. I clung to them, unable to speak, just so happy. Their lips found mine, kissing me quickly and lovingly. And then I buried my face into their chests as I sobbed. My emotions were out of control.

"It's okay," Mistress murmured, stroking my hair.

"I thought you were going to die!" I cried.

"Not this time," Master told me. He lifted my chin, and his thumb wiped at my tears.

He was alive.

I nodded my head, sniffing. I shuddered in their embrace. They rocked me. Mistress wiped at my tears on my left cheek, Master on my right. His hand slid down, cupping my ass in that possessive, loving way.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, loving how solid he was.

And saw Desiree sitting listlessly on a chair, covered in a blanket. She looked broken. She had been forced to be Brandon's whore. The poor thing looked devastated. I had to do something. I had to cheer her up.

I broke away from Master and Mistress, darting toward Desiree. I hugged her with all my enthusiasm and kissed her on the lips. But she barely moved. She didn't kiss me back. Her eyes were so distant.

"Desiree?" I asked. "It's me, Violet."

Her eyes flicked to me. "You're alive."

"I'm alive. Thanks to you."

She didn't answer.

Mistress took my arm, pulling me away. "Are you hurt?" Mistress asked me. "Did anything happen to you?"

I gave Desiree one last look, then obeyed my Mistress. "I'm not hurt. And this deaf woman named--"

"They were rounding up women for Molech," Desiree said, her voice hollow.

Mary Glassner

Desiree shuddered after saying those words. My stomach writhed. Just the memory of the demon made of living coals and that hard, burning cock twisted my stomach. I wanted to retch. Brandon had told the thing to Ra*e me to death. How many other women had died beneath that monster?

"You're safe now," I told Desiree, my voice soft, gentle. I moved to her and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Alison's on the way. So let's go upstairs, and you can lie down and rest, okay?"

Desiree didn't answer. Behind us, elevators dinged, doors clattering open. 27 must have called a new one. The hotel was now evacuated, all the guests and staff gone. Only people under our control were allowed in. We would need servants to help run the hotel. Dr. Willow, through the free gynecological clinic she ran for us, had compiled a list of candidates to be our servants. We were waiting for our mansion to be completed before hiring and bonding them, but now we needed them early. When she arrived with the others, I would tell her to start recruiting.

"You coming?" I asked Desiree, not wanting to command her.

She gave a single nod and then stood up. She shambled after us, wrapped up in her blanket. Mark and Violet waited at the elevator, 27 and 51 standing guard. The pair were protective, both holding M16s despite the horde of soldiers outside bound to Mark through his new powers.

I didn't mind their paranoia.

I stood beside Mark in the elevator, Violet on his left, Desiree on my right. 51 and 27 backed in, scanning the lobby like they expected an attack to burst in at any moment. The doors slid shut, and the elevator lurched upward.

"Elevator slut," Mark said to Violet.

The girl, her brown hair done up in those schoolgirl pigtails she favored, blushed with such innocence even as her eyes gleamed with desire. Her hands were already moving to the hem of her baggy sweatshirt, hiking it up over her head. It was how we met Violet, riding an elevator in a hotel in Seattle. Mark called her an elevator slut and took her cherry right then and there.

It always made her so wet to reenact it.

But Desiree was with us. She was clearly scarred, and all my husband could think about was his hardening cock? I opened my mouth to object, and then I caught his eyes. There was something in them, something that gave me pause.

And then I realized what. Elevator slut... Using Violet and the other sluts as his personal fucktoys, was our normal. It was what Mark needed after what he went through. Brandon had him beaten three days straight. He almost died.

"I'm your elevator slut," Violet purred, dropping the sweatshirt on the floor and shoving down the ill-fitting sweatpants. "Always, Master."

Mark needed this, but not from Violet. I pressed against Mark as I said, "Not today. The first pussy Mark gets is mine."

"Oh, of course, Mistress," Violet apologized, her eyes wide.

I needed this, too. I needed my husband. I needed to be loved again. I almost lost him.

Mark Glassner

Hearing those words from my wife made my heart race. I stared at her; it was like seeing her that first time all over again. Only she wasn't wearing her Starbuzz barista uniform this time. My heart beat so fast that a rush of new excitement shot through me. I almost lost her. I almost died. She had come to save me.

What a woman!

I pulled Mary to me, kissing her on the lips. Her naked body pressed up against mine. Her lips tasted so sweet. My hand slid up her supple body, cupping her left, perky breast. I gave the familiar tit a gentle squeeze, my fingers finding her hard nipple. I almost lost her forever. We both almost died.

And then we would have burned in Hell.

After what had happened to me, the endless beatings, the cruelties I witnessed, I almost regretted ever making my Pact.

Almost.

It was all worth it for her--for my Mary. I would do anything to keep her, to protect her. Anything.

I breathed in her scent as I pulled her tighter. My other hand found her ass, squeezing it. My hard dick throbbed against her sleek stomach. Her hands slid up my muscular body to my shoulders, gripping me, her tongue fencing with mine, kissing me with the same desperate passion I felt.

The elevator lurched to a stop, and dinged. We had reached the top floor. I picked up my wife. She let out a giggle of delight, her breasts jiggling. She loved being carried by me. She kissed me again as we stepped out of the elevator.

Violet followed after as 27 led us to the largest suite in the hotel, the Presidential Suite. I carried Mary, our lips kissing. 27 jammed in the keycard, then opened the door for us. I carried my wife inside to the spacious, well-furnished room. It had a central sitting room with three bedrooms leading from it.

"Desiree," 51 said, opening one of the suite's doors, "this room is yours. It's right next door to Mark and Mary's."

Desiree didn't answer. I wanted to do something for our Latina slut, but I had no idea what. And, well, I just had to celebrate with Mary. I had to feel her. I had to love her. Alison was on her way. We would find the best psychologist to help Desiree. She would receive the best care in the world.

She headed inside, and 51 closed the door while 27 opened another door for us.

Violet let out a gleeful sound behind us as she followed us into our bedroom.

I carried Mary to the suite's bathroom, which was beautifully appointed in gray and mauve, very modern, and equipped with a jacuzzi bath and a large shower. And a bidet. I could have water splashing on my ass. But it was the shower I turned to. It had always been our private space. There was something intimate about showering with the woman I loved--the world reduced to just Mary and me wrapped in the warm spray.

I sat Mary down before it and turned the faucet. When the water was warm, she slipped in. I eagerly followed. I savored the relaxing heat as the spray cascaded upon us, washing the filth of the last days off our bodies. Then trembles struck me as I fought the tide of memories rising in me, the pain, the torment the--

Her hands were gentle as she washed my body. She banished the phantoms. I relaxed as I leaned into the spray. I was safe with my wife.

"That feels wonderful," I groaned as she slid her hands up and down my back, soaping me.

"You look wonderful," she purred, her hand moving down and squeezing my ass.

I looked at her over my shoulder. She had a naughty smile on her lips as she squeezed my butt. She was radiant.

I groaned as her hands washed my entire body, running over my muscles, touching me everywhere while her green eyes sparkled. Then she "washed" my cock for a good five minutes, getting me hard as a steel rod. Her hand felt amazing as it slid up and down on my shaft. I groaned, savoring the pleasure as she stroked me, her body glistening beneath the water. It wasn't a fast wash, but something slow, something to tease me. Her other hand fondled my balls.

I savored this.

When she was finally satisfied my cock was clean, she rinsed the soap off it, holding it into the shower's spray. The hard, sensitive tip throbbed as the water rained down on it. I loved it, grinning in delight.

And then she fell to her knees and brought my cock to her lips.

"Naughty filly," I groaned as her lips engulfed the head of my cock.

I stroked her wet, auburn hair and leaned against the shower wall. I enjoyed her blowjob. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue about my cock's head. Her skill was masterful. She loved my cock, one hand stroking it, the other playing with my balls.

I groaned, my toes curling against the shower tiles. Her tongue swirled about the cock, driving me wild as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. She sucked hard as she bobbed, her head twisting until the crown of my dick brushed the back of her throat.

And then she pulled her hand away. Her green eyes stared up at me as she slowly buried my cock all the way into her mouth. She swallowed the crown, sliding my shaft down her gullet with ease. Her lips moved farther and farther down my cock until she had deep-throated me to the root, her nose pressed into my pubic hair.

"I love you so much, Mare!" I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth.

She moaned her answer, the vibration humming around my dick. I grunted, my back arching as she slid her mouth back up my cock, sucking the entire time. It was amazing. Pleasure rushed through my body, leaving me almost dizzy with rapture.

Then she deep-throated me all over again.

Mary would let me enjoy being buried down her throat for a minute before sliding slowly back up. She would suck so hard on my cock until only the tip remained in her lips. She would drive me wild by flicking her tongue rapidly around my cock's crown while her hand stroked the shaft. Then she would slide her lips all the way down and deep-throat me once more.

It was heaven. I loved it, gripping her wet, auburn hair. Her green eyes stared up at me the whole time, loving me.

"Fuck, that feels great!" I moaned, her throat constricting about the sensitive head of my cock. "Damn, I'm going to cum!"

Since I had made my Pact, I had become used to cumming multiple times a day. Dozens and dozens of times. I had a house of insatiable sluts craving my dick. I could last if I wanted to. But not today. It was Monday evening, and I hadn't had an orgasm since Saturday morning.

The pressure swelled as she drew her mouth back up my cock. That sucking delight pulled at my nuts. Her hand massaged my balls. I shuddered, wanting to savor this blowjob. It was the best one I had ever experienced.

I was alive to experience it.

"Mare!" I growled as my balls exploded.

Cum fired out of my dick, flooding Mary's hungry mouth with a huge load of my spunk. Pleasure shuddered through me. Ecstasy bathed my mind as my balls unloaded into her mouth. My wife swallowed every drop as my heart raced for joy.

I had survived. We were both alive. We were both able to enjoy each other. It made every spurt of cum that much more precious. Something to be cherished and enjoyed. My hand tightened in her hair as my pleasure peaked.​