The Devil’s Pact
The Hell Chronicles Chapter Four: The Tyrants
© Copyright 2015
Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Male/Female, Females/Teen females, Non-Consensual, Domination/Submission, Oral Sex, Violence, Group Sex
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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss
Fire burned my flesh.
An endless, consuming, hungry, agonizing torment consumed me.
There was only one thing I could hold onto to. I retreated into the depths of my mind to escape the never-ending ravages of my flesh. There, I clung to a single, solitary thought—one day, I would be free of Lucifer’s torment and Mark Glassner and his whore would pay.
The bastard stole everything from me. He stole my precious wife, my Desiree, from me, and transformed her into his whore. He so brainwashed her that even when I won her back, she still belonged to Mark. He stole my house. He stole my godhood. He stole my life. He robbed me of even my dignity.
And he had stolen my triumph.
I had crushed Mark beneath the heel of my foot. I had his wife’s sweet mouth wrapped around my cock as Mark watched with impotent rage. I shuddered, savoring that one memory of victory over Mark as I despoiled his whore before him.
And then Mark took it all away.
Mark had been in chains. He was beaten and broken. My prisoner. And yet he once again stole everything from me. He and his whore broke my power and dragged me before my once loving worshipers. The barrel of his slut’s rifle pressed cold against my scalp as the crowd screamed their worship to Mark and his whore.
And then he stole my life and cast me into torment.
But one day I would be free. Lucifer would not hold me forever. There had to be a way to escape these chains. There had to be a way to free my soul. I clawed my way up to godhood once. I could do it again. I would be the God-King once more. Hell would not hold me. There was no prison that could hold a determined mind.
I would find my way to freedom.
I would wreck my vengeance upon Mark Glassner and his whore. They would scream in eternal pain for a thousand years.
Even in my torment, even burning in agony, I laughed. My mad cackle joined the screams of the damned roasting around me.
One voice joined mine. Not screaming in pain. But laughing. It was a high-pitched and feminine voice.
“Yes, we will have justice!” the voice screamed and laughed. “Justice! Justice! Justice!”
Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would bring justice upon him and his whore. “Justice!” I croaked. “Justice!”
Justice was just another word for vengeance.
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 – The Samurai – Kyoto, Japan
I knelt naked on that tatami mat, my three concubines kneeling around me in their sheer yukatas, their pale flesh just peaking through the patter of blue flowers on white silk, their nipples round shadows. Their faces were painted white, their black hair curled and adorned with jewelry. They moved with all the grace of a geisha.
“You shall be victorious, Divine Samurai,” Orihime purred as I stood, a lovely smile on her round face. She carried my hakama, the skirt-like trousers worn by warriors, as she walked to me. She knelt, holding them so I could step in. When I did, she drew them up my legs and cinched them about my waist.
“You shall crush the Living God today,” Chisato smiled as she approached with my haidate, a padded, cloth coat worn beneath armor. I held out my arms so she could dress me. “He will not win against your superior swordsmanship.”
Of course not. I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I sold my soul to the gaijin oni Lucifer for my talent. I would reshape Japan into its martial glory once more, restoring the code of Bushido and cleanse the pollution of the Western World from our glorious land. I would be the Shogun, ruling in the Divine Emperor’s name. All who heard my words, had to obey.
Another of my three wishes.
My three concubines—Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru—all willingly served me, bowing and pledging their love to my cause. They were chained to me. I regretted the pain I caused my mother by forcing myself upon her, but my three concubines had to be tightly bound to me. The Zimmah ritual was necessary to keep the Living Gods from stealing them away.
My cock stirred at the memory of Mother’s body beneath mine.
I banished that thought. I needed my focus. Today I dueled the Living God for the soul of Japan. He would die on my blade.
“The False God’s sword will shatter on your armor, Divine Samurai,” Hikaru proclaimed, her hips swaying as she wrapped the crimson obi about my waist and closed the haidate.
Orihime and Chisato carried over the yoroi, the iron cuirass that would protect my torso. Their skilled hands placed the back- and breastplates upon me before their hands tied the crimson cords, securing the armor to my body. My concubines slipped on the kote, the sune-ate, the koshi-ate, the sode, my horned kabuto, and my ho-ate.
I glanced in the mirror. I was a fearsome warrior in my lacquered armor. My great helm, the kabuto, and the fierce, tiger mask, the ho-ate, transformed me into a terrifying oni. I was death. I would crush the living god in the imperial palace.
Last, Orihime brought forth my katana, a crimson tiger worked on the black-lacquered bamboo sheath. She hung it from my belt and bowed before me. “You shall win great honor today, Divine Samurai.”
I flexed my hands in my gloves, my armor clinking as I moved. I strode out of the room, trailed by my three concubines. They were my cherry trees, my place of solace that I could retreat to when the burdens of my great destiny grew too great. They were my lovely shade.
The Living God waited in the courtyard. Cherry trees dropped their pink petals behind him, the wind swirling them about his golden armor. His sword was already drawn, glinting as gold as his armor. I shook my head in disgust. What man clads himself in soft, heavy gold? He would be weighed down, his armor offering no protection against my blade.
I strode forward, leaving behind my concubines to watch. Mark’s legion of concubines were behind him, dressed in slutty parodies of cop uniforms. They watched their God step forward, their bodies tense.
They feared his death. He could lose.
I smiled behind my mask. Today, Japan would be saved.
“You honor me with your presence,” I said in English, bowing low.
Mark bowed back. “It is refreshing to deal with such an honest opponent. I accept the terms of your duel.”
I straightened, slipping into my stance, my hand on my sword hilt. His eyes narrowed through the slits of his armor. The Living God was unaware of iaijutsu—the art of the fast draw. And I was a master of it. I would end this duel with a single stroke. In the span of a heartbeat, I could draw my blade and deliver a killing blow that would carve through his soft, gold armor.
Japan would be mine.
The Living Good strode forward, rising his sword to deliver a cutting below. He stepped into my reach.
My blade rang as it slid from the sheath. The resistance of the sharp blade against the bamboo sheath added a spring-like effect, snapping my blade forward out of the sheath and moving it at incredible speeds and force.
My blade hit his armor.
And bounced off.
The force jarred my hand numb.
Mark’s sword slashed down. I recovered, retreating back, his blade catching on the edge of my sode, the plates protecting my shoulders. The gold blade parted through the steel sode like it was thin silk and hit my bare skin.
Fear curdled in my stomach. That armor wasn’t gold.
“Sorry,” the Living God said, “but I don’t play fair.”
I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I had made my Pact. And yet my skill hardly mattered if my blade could not hurt his armor.
His blade could bite through mine like it was rice paper. He wielded it with skill and strength. Despite carving through my armor, the blade never cut my skin, leaving only painful bruises. Whatever magic imbued it kept it from harming my flesh. Not that it mattered. As good as I was with my katana, I couldn’t stop every blow from landing. Especially not after his sword cut my katana in half like it was made of bamboo and not steel folded over a thousand times.
I had lost.
There was no way I could defeat him.
I knelt as my ruined armor fell of my body. I gave one last glance at my concubines. They watched with stoic poise. I knew then, even if we weren’t bound by the Zimmah ritual, they would commit suicide to join me in death. One of Mark’s bodyguard’s strode up. Mark took her sidearm and placed its barrel against my forehead.
Shame filled me.
I was not strong enough to save Japan.
The gun barked.
I was falling, falling, falling.
And then into fire.
My concubines roasted with me, clinging to my body, willingly suffering the same torment that I did. They were chained to me. My cherry trees. Their love and loyalty gave me solace as we burned in Lucifer’s fire.
I held them tight.
Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss
The fire died.
My torment ended.
Hell had changed.
I knew in an instant what had happened. Lucifer had been defeated by Mark. The great Prince of Hell had lost all his powers. I was free.
Bitter gall tickled my throat. I was freed by Mark.
But that didn’t matter. I had my freedom. I stood up, looking around at my fellow damned souls. We all had made our pacts with Lucifer and he gained power through our torture. I smiled. I needed to act fast and cow as many of them as I could to my power. Many were dazed, stunned by the end of their torment.
I reacted fast, my hand lashing out and seizing a pretty woman with red hair, pulling her to me. She gasped in pain, her eyes trembling. My cock hardened as her breasts bounced. It had been a year of burning. A year of denying my pleasures.
It was time to change that.
“Please!” she shouted before I thrust my cock into her mouth.
I shuddered, savoring how warm and wet she was. I held her head and slammed my cock down her throat. “You are mine,” I hissed, battering my will into hers. “You are mine! Submit to me or I will hurt you!”
I shoved my cock deep, forcing it down her throat. She gagged, struggling to pull away. My cock throbbed in her throat. Her screams were muffled, only adding to my pleasure. I drew back my cock and slammed back down her throat, fucking her mouth, my balls smacking into her chin.
“Submit to my will or you will burn again.”
I felt her submission. She relented to me. A chain sprang between us. A rush of power flowed into me. Souls were the currency of Hell, and now I possessed one. I shaped my body, regaining the muscular physique I had received after my Pact with Molech.
My cock erupted down her throat. She sucked it down and I pulled my cock out of her lips. She panted, licking at up my salty cum. “Wh-what do you want me to do, sir?”
“God-King,” I corrected her. “I am your God-King now.”
“Wh-what do you command, God-King?” she whispered in fear. I could feel her humiliation through our bond, feeding off her emotions.
“Find me another whore,” I commanded, scanning around the room.
A man had seized a woman, throwing her to the ground, his cock throbbing hard. The woman sobbed, “Please, someone, help me! Please!” Her large breasts jiggled. Her skin was a dusky-brown, like my Desiree.
My cock stirred again.
I strode through Lucifer’s oven, the brass floor was cherry-red beneath my feet. It burned, but after roasting for a year, it felt like a mild caress. The man fell to his knees, about to rape the dusky-skinned woman.
I formed a knife by instincts, black as night. I grabbed the man’s hair from behind, yanking his head back as I reached around him. He struggled for a moment until he felt the sharp tip of my knife on the base of his cock.
“Serve me,” I commanded him, “or enjoy spending the rest of eternity as a Eunuch.”
“What?” he gasped.
“I am the God-King,” I roared. “I am the most powerful man in Hell. Serve me or I will crush you like the bug.”
“Please, don’t cut off my dick,” the man blubbered.
“Then pledge your soul to me.”
“I…I do! I will follow you, God-King. Just don’t cut off my cock! Please!”
His soul chained to mine. My power swelled. I pulled the knife away.
“Thank you, thank you,” the woman sobbed.
I pushed the man away, falling to my knees beneath the woman’s knees. Her gratitude turned to horror as she saw my cock thrusting before me. I seized one of her heavy breasts, squeezing hard as she squirmed on the ground.
“You,” I barked at the man. “Find me more women. You can have this one once I’m finished with her.”
“Sure, God-King,” the man laughed.
“Please, don’t,” moaned the woman.
“You have a choice,” I told her. “You can submit to me and be my whore. Or I can take you anyways. I really don’t care. Either way, I’m going to fuck you.”
I thrust my cock into her pussy before she could react. She cried out in pain, her voice sweet music to my ear. She tried to fight, but I was stronger than her. I pumped my cock in her pussy, shoving it deep, reveling in my control over her.
Her fingernails raked at my claws. I seized them, and pinned them over her head. My hips thrust. Her breasts shook. Tears ran from her eyes. The more she struggled, the tighter her pussy grew. I loved the hot heat.
“Your cunt feels great,” I groaned. “And you’re wet. I bet you love getting raped!”
“You’re a monster!” she moaned.
“I’m the God-King,” I laughed. “Submit to me!”
“Never!” she sobbed. “Fuck you!”
My hips thrust faster. The pleasure of her cunt wrapped around my cock shuddered through me. My balls slapped into her flesh. I groaned, working my hips harder, slamming my dick into her depths. My passion swelled.
“You are mine, whore!” I declared, thrusting out my power into her will.
She tried to fight it. But I had two souls sworn to me and she had none. Her will crumbled before me. My cock swelled. My cum erupted into her pussy as my soul chained her. The woman’s eyes widened as she became my slave.
“No, no, no!” she sobbed as I thrust into her, pumping the last bit of cum into her depths.
“You’re all mine now,” I laughed.
“God-King,” the man I first dominated said, pulling a snarling teen with him, her budding breasts topped by pink nipples.
She was lovely. I would keep her for my personal harem.
“You can have your reward,” I said. “This woman is yours for eternity so long as you keep serving me.”
“Thank you, God-King,” moaned the man, fell on the woman I had just fucked, and thrust his cock into her sloppy depths.
I pulled the teen to me, caressing her face. “What is your name?”
“Hannah, asshole,” she spat. “I’m not going to be one of your whores.”
I laughed in delight. “I shall enjoy breaking your spirit.” I reached out, pinching her nipple.
“God-King,” the redhead shouted, pulling a meek, busty blonde behind her. A bloody knife was in her other hand. “I found you a woman.”
The redhead held a blood knife in her hand.
I pinched Hannah’s nipple hard while I stared at the redhead’s knife. She had a fierce beauty about her. A warrior grace. The redhead pushed the blonde to her knees, standing triumphant over my next whore.
“What’s your name?” I asked the redhead.
“Milly, God-King,” she answered, then nudged the blonde. “I cut the cock off her rapist. She was more than willing to come along and serve you. Her name is Brenda.”
“I’ll serve you, God-King,” the blonde whispered. “Milly saved me on your orders. I can be…a loving woman.” She threw a look over her shoulder. It was violent in the oven. Those Lucifer tormented were fighting each other. The strongest were clawing out their own bands, tiny dictators that would challenge my rightful rule.
“Then you’re mine,” I declared, chaining Brenda’s soul. Her tits were lovely. “Brenda, Milly, prepare Hannah for me. Molest her pretty body until she begs to be my whore.”
“I won’t,” spat the teen.
“You will,” I laughed as I strode out into the fray. I needed to capture more followers fast. I needed to be the soul that comes out on top.
I sprang up the moment the fires died, ready to deliver Justice.
Lucifer’s oven roared with the disoriented moans of the Demon’s victims. My head snapped about. I wished I had my notebook. I missed it dearly. I blinked in surprise. A notebook appeared in my hand. It looked just how I remembered it.
I laughed in delight. I could deliver Justice again.
A man strode up to me, naked like the rest of us, his cock thrusting hard before him. He leered at my youthful body, small breasts, and thick mat of black pubic hair. I stared at him without fear. I had faced down the strongest men of Osaka and cowed them with my Justice.
“I’m going to enjoy that tight body, cunt,” he laughed in English.
I wrote in the notebook. “Paralysis.” This was Hell. It was a place of ideas. I sensed this the moment my notebook appeared. I focused my mine with clarity of thought. My will lashed out, and I delivered Justice to my would-be rapist.
The man’s body went rigid. He collapsed like a frozen pillar, slamming down hard on the cherry-red, metallic floor. I smiled. It cost me some of my power to do that. How could I get more? Lucifer made his Pacts for a reason. He fed off our souls.
My gaze snapped about. I would need servants once again. Women who would pleasure me and gain protection from my Justice. There were other rapists and other victims. Violence abounded around me.
I strode through the carnage, my eyes searc
I found her. She was young, her eyes trembling with tears as the Black man rutted on her. She was a pale, porcelain doll beneath him. My pussy grew damp as I walked over. I scrawled quickly in my notebook. “Atrophy.”
“What the fuck!” the man shouted, his ebony skin deflating, his muscles vanishing until a scrawny man squirmed atop the pale girl.
“Get off me!” the girl yelled, pushing the weak, emaciated man off of her. “Fucking pig!”
I wrote a gain in my notebook. “Knife.”
The girl gasped as the knife flashed into being in her hand. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide. She had a round face, and delicate cheeks framed by black hair. Her breasts were small, budding fruits.
“Deliver Justice,” I told her.
“No, no!” the scrawny Black man screamed as his victim’s knife flashed. His cock went flying, blood spurted from his groin. “Please!” he howled as she stabbed him over and over.
I stood above her, my hand stroking through her black hair as she roared and sobbed until her fury had abated. The man bled and moaned, unable to die in Hell. The girl dropped the knife, looking up at me, her face flushed.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Your mistress,” I smiled. “You’re my pet. I gave you Justice, and now you owe me. Or…”
The woman shuddered. “I’ll serve you. You have to be better than these brutes.”
I writhed; her soul was chained to mine, shivering at the new energy.
“What is your name, pet?” I purred.
“May,” she answered.
“Please, let me serve you, too,” a woman gasped, falling to her knees. “Save me and I’m yours!”
Two man ran towards us. My pen wrote. Their hamstrings were severed and they fell in a heap on the floor. “What is your name, Pet?” I asked the woman, admiring her breasts. They were huge, creamy-olive, heaving as she breathed. The woman was a petite, Korean, her black hair short, farming an elfin face.
“Yunjin,” she moaned. “Your pet, Mistress. Just protect me.”
“Justice will always protect you,” I purred as I pulled her mouth to my sopping pussy.
“You want me to…lick you?” she gasped.
“Justice needs to be pleasured,” I purred, pulling her face into my pussy.
May gasped in shock as Yunjin’s hesitant tongue licked through my folds. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my pussy lips. It was so wonderful to feel a woman’s touch on my pussy lips again. It had been so long. I would miss my old pets, particularly Kaori, but I would find replacements.
“And you, May, my asshole needs to be pleased as well.”
“Mistress,” the young girl blanched.
I yanked on the chain binding us, compelling her to crawl to me. She fought for a moment, before surrendering to me and crawling behind me. “That’s it, pet,” I purred. “Rim my ass and please your Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said, a sob escaping her lips. She would learn to enjoy her duties.
Her fingers spread my asscheeks apart. Her breath was warm as she leaned in. Her tongue was even more hesitant, swirling about my sour sphincter. I groaned, my back arching as my two pets pleasured me. Yunjin’s tongue grew more bold, working deeper into my hot pussy, stirring up my pleasure.
I moaned, my hips undulating between the pair’s hungry lips. I watched the violence around us, my pencil writing, striking down the men that tried to encroach on my pleasure. I shuddered, power surging into me.
“That’s it, my beautiful pets,” I moaned, May’s tongue pressing into my bowels, her tears wetting my asscheeks. “Keep pleasing me.
Other women drifted to me, seeking my justice, groveling at my feet, fearing the rapists. I accepted them all. The pleasure swelled inside me. A Black woman leaned down, her tongue licking at my toes, adding more sensations to the mix. A Hispanic woman’s lips latched onto my right breast, sucking hard.
“That’s it!” I groaned. “You all are my sluts! My devoted pets!”
My orgasm swelled. May’s hands squeezed down on my asscheeks. Her tongue probed deep into my bowels, stirring up hot energy. Yunjin’s fingers slipped into my pussy as her mouth latched onto my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking.
My cries echoed, mixing with the shouts of pain around us. May’s tongue danced in my bowels, stirring my pleasure to keep rolling through me, mixing with the bliss Yunjin’s tongue and fingers gave my pussy.
I gasped and moaned, my body writhing with ecstasy. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored every moment of my pet’s tongues licking my body. Bliss filled my body as my orgasm subsided. I pushed their mouths from me.
“You have pleased Justice, my pets,” I smiled. “None of you will have to be punished.”
“Th-thank you, Mistress,” May hiccuped.
“Well, well, well, you’ve collected quite the Harem of women for me,” a voice laughed.
I turned to see a muscular man striding forward, surrounded by a host of lesser men brandishing an eclectic collection of knives, a train of women chained behind them. I met the man’s gaze, a smile crossing my lips.
“You’re the God-King,” I purred.
“You’ve heard of me already?” he laughed. “I guess my reputation is growing.”
“I witnessed your moment of triumphant in Tacoma,” I answered. “You sought to bring Justice to the Living Gods.”
“And failed,” he growled.
“Yes, they stopped my Justice as well,” I purred, walking towards him. “I heard you crying out in the fire. You were the only one that had will. You inspired me to cling to Justice. I would have been driven mad by the pain without you.”
His eyes flicked down, his cock swelling to its full girth. I had never lain with a main before. I had made a man or three lick my pussy while I pissed in their mouths, but I had never met a man that had my keen need to spread Justice.
But this man had stood up against the tyranny of the Living Gods. He had come closer than any to bringing those monsters to defeat. My eyes drank in his impressive physique, his sculpted muscles. He had power. Far more than me.
“Did you hear my voice over the flames?” I purred.
“I did,” he answered, admiration in his tone. “You had strength.”
“Together, we can bring Justice to Hell. One day, the Living Gods will be brought down. This is where they will end up when they die. We could be ready. Imagine it, God-King, we could deliver such Justice upon them that would make the world weep.” I let out an orgasmic sigh, my clit throbbing as I imagined the tortures we would heap on Mark and Mary.
“You keep saying we,” he laughed.
“Of course I do,” I purred. “I’m your Queen.” I reached out, stroking his muscular chest, my hand trailing down to his hard cock. “I’ve never lain with a man before. I’ve never met one worthy of submitting to.” I reached his hard girth, stroking up his tip. “A God-King needs his queen.”
“I have a wife,” he growled.
My finger stroked his cock’s tip. “You had a wife,” I purred. “The Living God turned her into a whore, didn’t he? I can see the pain in your face. She is lost. But me…I’m here.”
He shuddered, his cock throbbing.
“Let’s unite our powers. Let us rule Hell together,” I purred, my thumb brushing his tip. “I’m so wet for you, my husband.”
Brandon, that was his real name, growled, his hand seized my hair and pulled my lips to his. I moaned into his kiss. Such passion for Justice burned inside him. His hands slid down my body, squeezing my budding tits, my perky ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I groaned, arching my hips and rubbing my body pussy into his cock.
“Am I your queen?” I asked, breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” he groaned.
I shuddered. Something changed between us. Our souls were chained together, our powers merging, mixing, and combining into a wonderful sea of Justice. I could do so much with his power, and so could he. We would rule Hell together.
“Your men may enjoy my pets. All except May and Yunjin,” I purred. “They’re mine.”
Brandon laughed as his men moved into my pets. I forced my women to submit, to rut with his men, their sexual energy feeding my God-King and me. I sank to the cooling floor of the oven, the metal hot on my back. I writhed before my husband, running my hands over my body.
My two favorites crawled to me, Yunjin’s tits dangling, May’s tears trickling down her face. “Mistress,” Yunjin moaned, her heavy tits brushing my face as her lips fastened on my right nipple.
“I’m your pet, Mistress,” May whispered, her lips descending to lick and nuzzle at my nub.
“It is time to consummate our wedding, husband,” I purred, spreading my legs wide. “Make me your God-Queen. Together we shall rule Hell!”
Brandon fell to his knees, his thick cock bobbing before him. He looked into my eyes, his brimming with passion. His strong hands stroked my thighs, spreading my legs even wider. My pussy dripped with my excitement as his cock rubbed at the entrance of my pussy.
Then he speared into me.
“Yes!” I hissed, my tight tunnel wrapping about his girth.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, slamming into me. “We’ll bring Justice to Mark and his whore!”
“Yes! Yes! Together! Fuck me! Oh, yes!”
Pleasure churned through my body. His cock hammered my pussy, my flesh clung to his shaft. My nerves burned in bliss. Every thrust of his cock added to the growing swell in my core, mixing with the delight of my two pets sucking at my nipples.
“We’re going to have only the most beautiful women serve us,” groaned Brandon. “To please us.”
“Yes!” I hissed, bucking my hips into this thrust.
Brandon laughed. “You enjoy raping women, don’t you? You want to degrade them.”
“So much,” I moaned. “We’ll degrade so many. Together! They will worship us and submit to every humiliation we give them!”
My pussy rippled about his cock. My orgasm slammed through me. I arched my back, wave after wave of joy crashing through my body. My vision swam and I screamed my bliss. My hands shoved out, finding May and Yunjin’s nipples. I pinched hard, digging my fingernails into their hard nubs.
They moaned in pain around my nipples. The vibrations fed my orgasm, prolonging my bliss as my pussy writhed about Brandon’s cock. Milking him. I wanted to feel my husband cum inside me. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in tight.
“Cum in me. I want to feel a God erupt into my pussy!”
Brandon groaned, thrusting his divine cock into my divine cunt. I shuddered again, another orgasm exploding through me. I was a Goddess. A God-Queen. All in Hell would worship at my feet and accept my Justice.
My husband’s cum flooded my pussy in a hot wave.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are a passionate woman.”
I smiled up at him. “Let’s claim our kingdom, my husband.”
My new husband pulled out of me and helped me stand. Our soldiers surrounded us and our harem followed us as we strode through Hell to carve our kingdom out of the bodies of our enemies. We would be ready for the day Mark and Mary died.
I couldn’t wait to deliver degrading Justice to them.
To be continued…
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