“Now, Betty, do you still love Sandy?” Mary whispered into Betty’s ear.
“I do,” Betty moaned, her hips moving a little faster, her nipple hard against my cheek. “I love you, Sandy!”
“How about you, Sandy?” Mary asked.
“God help me,” my mom admitted, looking surprised. Joy was still eating her pussy out. “I, I guess I do. Even though its wrong.”
“Love is never wrong,” Mary told my mom, firmly. “Now, Sandy, I have three orders for you and you can choose to ignore any other thing I tell you, okay. One, you will be available to Mark so he can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever he needs to.” For me to perform the ritual, I need to fuck my mom, cum in her cunt, and have whatever Thrall I was binding drink our combined fluids. It was an important ritual. The only way to ensure our sluts couldn’t be controlled by someone else was to bind them, otherwise a nun could turn them against us. “Two, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Three, you will move into our neighborhood and let Mark and I protect you from our enemies.”
“O-okay,” Sandy admitted, then she gave Betty a tremulous smile. “Would you like to,” she took a deep breath, “…move in with me?”
“Yeah,” Betty gasped as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Mary reached around, her soft hands playing with Betty’s breasts as I nursed at her Betty’s nipple. “I’d love that, Sandy.”
“This is Joy, she’s our sex slave,” Sandy introduced.
Joy looked up, her almond eyes shining with happiness, her lips sticky with mom’s juices. “I hope to make you very happy, Mistress,” Joy said to Betty in her thick, Vietnamese accent.
Betty’s eyes nodded, lust shining in her eyes. “Betty, I’m going to give you a few orders and then you can ignore whatever else I tell you. First, having a sex slave if perfectly normal. Second, you will let me perform the ritual of Zimmah on you. Third, incest is perfectly all right. Okay, sweety?”
“What’s the Zima ritual. Isn’t that the weird alcohol from the Nineties?” asked Betty, turning her head to look back at Mary.
“It’s a spell,” Mary told her. “And it has nothing to do with any alcoholic drink.” Mary caught her lips in a kiss as Betty’s cunt rubbed velvety wet against around my cock.
Next to me, Antsy gave out a little shriek and shuddered on the couch, her eyes fluttering as an orgasm washed over her. “Ooh, that was nice. Can I have a sex slave?” Antsy eagerly asked. “They seem kinda neat. It’s nice having someone available to lick your pussy when you get horny.
I released Betty’s nipple. “Sure,” I told her and pulled my sister’s face in and kissed her on the lips. “Love you, baby sis.”
“You can have Via,” Mary said. “Ask to pee in her mouth, she loves it.”
“I do,” Via said, kneeling down before Antsy, behind April. “Would you pee in my mouth, Mistress?”
Antsy blinked at her. “Um, I guess I could.”
Mary gave Antsy similar orders that she gave my mom: to move into the neighborhood and to let Mary perform the Zimmah ritual on her and then she could ignore any other orders Mary gave her.
Betty was riding my cock pretty fast, working hard to make us both cum. Mary was sucking at her neck, one hand playing with her breast, the other reached down and found Betty’s hard clit and rubbed it between her fingers. Via had been pestering Antsy, and my sister had finally caved in and agreed to piss in Via’s mouth.
“Fine, I’ll piss in your mouth,” Antsy said, standing up.
Via excitedly knelt before her, sealing her mouth tight to my little sister’s cunt. Antsy just stood there as everyone, except Betty, watched her. Betty kept right on fucking me, her hips writhing as she fucked me, my hips thrusting up into her. She was nearing her orgasm, her gasps and moans growing louder and higher in pitch.
“Please stop looking,” Antsy muttered. “I can’t go if everyone’s looking.
Mom stood up. She had cum a few minutes ago on Joy’s mouth, and walked up behind Antsy, pressing her body into her daughter’s back and licked at Antsy’s ears. “It’s okay, Samantha. I think we are all passed being embarrassed about the nasty things we like to do,” mom whispered.
Antsy nodded, and I could see her body relax and then I could hear the urine splashing in Via’s mouth. Antsy sighed, “Fuck this is nasty.”
Antsy through back her head as mom found her tits and begin pinching her daughter’s nipples. Antsy finished peeing and Via started licking at her cunt, a trickle of yellow liquid ran out the corner of her mouth and down her neck, soaking into the top of her scrubs.
“Fuck, you’re one nasty slut, Via,” Antsy moaned, rubbing her ass into mom’s stomach as she writhed on Via’s face.
Betty was fucking me faster, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as she bent down and kissed me on the lips. “I should have said yes when you asked me out to that dance,” Betty whispered into my ear. “Your cock is amazing! I just didn’t want to…to not be popular.”
She moaned into my ear, and then her cunt was squeezing my cock, hard, as she rode me. Her body trembled in our arms. Mary was licking at her ear as I groaned and spilled my seed inside Betty’s cunt, inside my mom’s lover. Mary got off my lap and sat down next to me and I put my arm around her, pulling her close. “Thank you, Mare, you’re the best.” I told her and kissed her.
“You found a winner there, son,” mom said as she walked over from Antsy. She bent down and kissed Mary, too. Then she grabbed Betty and pulled her off my cock. “Come on, my chocolate bunny, I want to eat my son’s cum out of your cunt.” My mom led her lover and her sex slave away, down the hall, to her bedroom.
Antsy was shuddering on Via’s mouth. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“So you’ll pee in my mouth again?” Via asked, hopefully.
“Hell, ya, slut!” Antsy excitedly said. “I came so fast and hard on your nasty, pee drinking mouth. What should we do tonight?”
“Well, there’s this great club called the Clam Diver,” Via said.
“I’m not twenty-one,” Antsy said, looking crestfallen.
“Oh, they’ll let any pretty girl in,” Via confided. “You’ll love it.”
“Sure, let’s go,” Antsy said, then led Via off to her bedroom. “Let’s find something for us to wear. You look about my size.”
“Are you going to tell her that the Clam Diver’s a lesbian club?” Mary asked me.
“That’s the club you went to last week?” I asked Mary.
“Yeah, I met Via there.”
I laughed. “Well, Antsy may not be gay, yet.”
We got our clothes straightened out and headed for my Mustang. Mary had one of the bodyguards, a black gal called 25, drive her Eos while 30 followed us in her squad car. Mary wanted to stop by her family and give them the same instructions. Her dad just lived up the street from my mom. Turned out we both went to Washington High School, I was the class of 2004 and she was the class of 2012. Small world, huh. I gave her dad identical orders to the ones my mom got. Since Mary was putting my family under her control, I would control her family. We gave her dad Felicity for a sex slave.
“So you can have your very own high school student to fuck, dad,” Mary fondly says. “I just bet there are loads of your students you’ve been secretly fantasizing over.”
Sean had an embarrassed smile on his as he took his new sex slave off to his bedroom.
Missy, Mary’s younger sister, was also home, she was still in High School, and her boyfriend Damien was over. I talked to Damien’s parents and they quickly agreed it was for the best that Damien moved in with his girlfriend. Last Saturday, at Missy’s request, I ordered the two teens to love each other forever. I gave the two teenage lovebirds the same orders Mary gave my sister, and we were going to give April to Missy and Damien, but she insisted on a classmate, Dawn Cooper.
“She always picked on me,” Missy complained. “We shared a bus stop and she would always say mean things to me.”
Mary hugged her sister. “I remember the little skank. It’ll feel really nice when she’s yours to abuse.” Mary kissed her little sister on the lips.
“Damn that’s hot,” muttered Damien. “Could I have Mrs. Corra, my math teacher. She has these amazing knockers and always dresses to show them off.”
I laughed, remembering Damien mentioning some busty teacher he had a thing for last Friday. “Sure, do you know where she lives?”
Damien shook his head. “Her first name’s Polly,” he added helpfully. What the hell, I liked the kid, so I promised I’d track his teacher down for him.
Mary knew where Dawn lived, it was just up the road from her dad’s house. When we knocked on the door, a middle-aged man, balding, with salt-and-pepper hair. “Hello?” he asked, annoyed. “If you’re preaching or selling I’m not interested.”
“No, no,” I told him. “Is your daughter, Dawn home.”
“Yeah,” he frowned. “Who are you.”
“My name is Mark and I have a wonderful opportunity for your daughter,” I said, smiling. “You are just so proud that your daughter has been chosen to be a sex slave.”
A proud, fatherly smile blossomed on his face. “How wonderful for her.”
“So, she’ll be moving out of your house, of course, but don’t worry, she’ll be very happy.”
He just nodded his head. “Dawn, come here, there’s a man here to see you. He’s got some great news.”
A voluptuous, teenage temptress in daisy dukes and a tight, low cut halter-top, sauntered up. There was a sneer on her face, framed by bleached-blonde hair. She eyed me and glared at her dad. “What? I was texting, dad!” she had a bitchy tone to her voice. She was still texting, her fingers flying across the keypad. How did teenage girls text so fast?
“Precious, Mark, here, has chosen you to be a sex slave,” her father told her. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
An incredulous look crossed the bitches face. “What the fuck, dad! Have you lost your mind!”
“Dawn,” I barked. “You’re going to be a sex slave from now on, you’ll do whatever your Master or your Mistress wants you to do, slut!”
“I…yes,” she mumbled.
“She’s a handful, isn’t she?” I asked her dad.
“Yeah, she can be quite a trial,” he admitted.
“I bet you’ve always wanted to rip off those shorts and spank her naughty tush,” Mary said, licking her lips. “That pert ass is just begging to be spanked.”
“No, I never spanked her. I believe it’s wrong to spank a child,” Dawn’s dad admitted. “It causes all sorts of development problems.”
Parent Post: The Devil’s Pact – by mypenname3000
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 2: The Salon
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 3: Customer Service
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 4: Salesgirls
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 5: The Talk
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 6: Mary's Decision
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 7: The Date
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 8: Dinner and an Orgy
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 9: The Reconnaissance
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 10: The Trap is Set
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 11: Confrontation
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 12: Aftermath
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 13: The Pleasure and Pain of the Nuns
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 14: Karen's Decision
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 15: Practice
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 16: The Raid
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 17: Doctors and Realtors
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 18: Virgins
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 19: The Sullivans
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 20: Tryouts
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 21: The Glassners
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 22: The Bond of Avvah
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 23: The Last Boon
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 24: Homecoming
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 25: Eight-and-a-Half Weeks
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 26: The Order of Mary Magdalene
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 27: The Book
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 28: Alice
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 29: The Greater Good
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 30: Tiffany's Tale
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