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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Alison de la Fuentes’s origins are as pedestrian as all those in the Tyrants’ inner circle. She was only a middling student at a local community college when she encountered them.

—–excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – South Hill

Mary and I exited the Heavenly Creature’s Salon, arm’s wrapped around each other’s waists. “Where’s your car?” Mary asked, peering curiously around the parking lot.

“I got rid of that pile of shit,” I told her, leading her to my new, silver Mustang. “Here’s my new ride, Mare.”

Mary raised her eyebrows at the car. “How’d that happened?”

“I traded my car for it.”

“How can you do that? Everyone just does what you tell them to.”

It was simple, I made a deal with the Devil and now people have to do what I tell them, happily and willingly. But I didn’t want to tell Mary that. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you tonight. Think carefully about it. You won’t like the answer.”

She frowned at me, her auburn eyebrows furrowing. “What does that mean?”

“Just think about it,” I told her. I could tell her to just forget about it. But something stopped me. I loved her. It didn’t feel right making her do what I wanted to. She wasn’t like the other women. I kissed her on forehead. “I love you.”

She blushed and smiled. “Love you too, hun.” Her lips were soft and warm as she kissed me. “So you’re going to buy me new clothes?”

“I am,” I told her. “You can get whatever you want. No matter the cost.”

“Well then, I hope you can keep up.”

“I’m your stallion. I have loads of stamina.” At least sexual stamina. Another thing I received from the Devil, as well as a long, healthy life.

She giggled. “I bet you do.” Her hand grasped my cock and felt it hardened beneath her touch. Then she slipped into the passenger seat of my Mustang. “Come on,” she said impatiently.

“Okay, Mare,” I said, adjusting my cock in my pants. I slid into my new Mustang and started her up; the engine roared gloriously to life.

“The Mustang fits you,” Mary said as I backed out of the space. “You’re free from the rules of society. You’re a wild horse roaming the plains, mounting any filly you want.”

I grinned at her.

“You can have all the filly’s you want, just remember I’m your number one mare.”

“Forever,” I answered and she nodded. “Of course, you’re free to mount just as many fillies.”

Mary laughed in a rich, musical timbre. “How would two fillies fuck?” she asked. “I don’t think mounting would work. Maybe they would just back into each other to rub pussies together.”

I laughed, picturing two horses pressing their rears together.

“Maybe they would take turns licking,” I suggested, stopping at the light at the parking lot’s exit. Across the street was our destination, the South Hill Mall.

Mary laughed harder. “Like…a salt…lick,?” she gasped between laughs. Her laugh was contagious and I found myself joining her. She turned a bright red and it was a minute before she regained her composure. “I’ve always wanted horses,” she said after she caught her breath. “I remember the last summer before…” she trailed off, sadness flickering across her face. “The summer before my mom left, she took me out riding in the mountains. They were majestic creatures. Have you ever ridden a horse?”

“No,” I said with a shake of my head. The light turned green and I crossed Meridian. “Maybe we could go riding together.”

Mary smiled at me. “I would like that.”

I found a place to park. I used the remote to lock the car and chuckled as all the lights flashed and the horn honked. I never had a car with remote locks before; I unlocked it and locked it again. Horn beeped, electronic locks whirled, car lights strobed.

Mary watched with an amused expression. “Having fun?”

“Yeah,” I said, unlocking the car again. She rolled her eyes at me and I grinned at her, and locked the door. “Fine, I’m finished.”

Arms wrapped around each other’s waist, we headed into the mall.

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Alison Hertz

I woke up with my face buried beneath the covers and something thick and hard stuck into my pussy. I pushed down the covers and found myself face to face with a sleeping woman. It took me a moment to remember who she was. Zelda.

We had a wild time last night, my subconscious whispered.

Zelda was a punk-rocker, her black hair spiked up into a mohawk, the tips dyed red. I could see her small breasts, barely more than a bee stings, but with fat nipples pierced with gold rings that I vaguely remember pulling on last night. A green serpent was tattooed on her right breast, and my fingers traced the snake as it circled her breast to her pink nipple.

Someone shifted in the bed, pressing against me. A guy with a muscular chest and a hard cock. Last night was starting to come back to me. I had used my fake ID to get into the Thudding Base Club last night—it was stupid that I was an adult, almost nineteen, and I couldn’t legally buy beer—and my subconscious had noticed Zelda and Spike grinding on each other. They were hot, and my desires practically compelled me to go and join them.

My subconscious never steered me wrong, and what little I could remember of last night had been hot.

Spike’s hard cock prodded my ass, and my blood started pumping. Let him fuck our ass, my desire whispered. Imagine that nice, hard cock reaming our tight asshole until we scream.

I wiggled my hip, then frowned; there was definitely something shoved up my cunt. I reached down and felt the narrow end of a beer bottle, the thick end shoved up my pussy. How absolutely wicked! I loved fucking my pussy with beer bottles, just ask anyone that ever partied with me! You didn’t even need to get a beer in me; I loved to show off my little cunt stretched around a thick bottle.

“You awake?” grunted Spike; he was dry humping me now, leaving streaks of precum across my ass.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “You wanna fuck my ass?”

“Damn, Addison, you are one hot slut!”

“Alison,” I corrected.

“Whatever,” he grunted, gripping my hips.

He shoved his unlubed cock up my ass! I gasped, savoring the depraved experiences. I was a nymphomaniac. Ever since I had lost my virginity at fourteen to a High School Senior, I had craved to get fucked. My subconscious was on overdrive steering me to fuck any cock or eat any pussy I could get my hands on.

That’s all a little slut like us are good for, my subconscious whispered. We need to find a nice, strong man to dominate us. Imagine that.

It sounded wonderful. I wanted my daddy to dominate me, but he was the one man I always chickened out on seducing, much to my subconscious’s disappointment. He was a great dad, even if he was a little bemused at the wild girl he raised. Sometimes, I wondered if I would have turned out as such a slut if my mom hadn’t died in childbirth with me.

I hoped I would have. I loved every second of being a slut.

“Fuck my ass!” I groaned as spike pounded me.

Zelda stirred, her brown eyes flicking open. “Umm, you two started without me.”

I grabbed her gold nipple piercing and tugged. “There’s a bottle shoved up my twat, why don’t you fuck me with it?”

“What a slut you are, Annie!”

“Alison,” I moaned as she shoved the beer bottle deeper. “Oh, fuck! I’m stuffed full!”

“Yeah you are!” grunted Spike. “You like the feel of my monster up your ass!”

“You know it!” I moaned. “Harder! Make me scream!”

I was lost in a sea of lust; a bottle reamed my pussy and a cock reamed my ass. I was a slut, and I loved every second of it. I pulled on Zelda’s nipples, delighting in the punk-girl’s moans. Her thighs wrapped around my legs; her soaking pussy humped against my knee.

“Dirty whore!” I groaned. “Are you gonna hump my leg like a disgusting bitch?”

“Yeah,” purred Zelda. “We’re both disgusting bitches!”

“Yes!” I gasped, shuddered, and my orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane. I writhed between the two near-strangers fucking me, my pussy working around the bottle, trying to squeeze it out, while my ass spasmed around Spike’s invading cock. “Keep fucking me! I want to cum even harder!”

“What a dirty, fucking whore!” Spike grunted, jabbing his cock in with hard, quick strokes. “Work that ass on my cock! I’m gonna fill your dirty ass then make you lick my cock clean!”

“Oh, yes! Do it! Make me be your whore!” I gasped. Was Spike the guy to dominate me?

No, my subconscious whispered, he’s too much of a poser. He could never fully dominate us. We’re too wild!

Zelda’s hips humped faster, her juicy cunt sliding about my leg, coating me in her wonderful honey. Her face twisted and I tugged even harder on her nipples rings, stretching her breasts. Her eyes widened, and then she shuddered.

“Ohh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Pussy juices flooded my knee as the punk-girl came.

“That’s it, bitch!” I cooed. “Cum all over my knee like the dirty slut you are!”

“Ohh, I’m gonna fuck your pussy raw!” Zelda grinned and it was my turn; my eyes widened as she fucked the bottle faster and faster inside me.

Another orgasm built and built, then exploded inside me. “Ohh, you dirty whore!” I screamed, spasming against Spike.

He grunted, clearly loving all the wonderful things my cumming ass was doing to his cock, then he spilled in me. Wonderful, hot, sticky cum flooded my ass. I groaned and panted, savoring the delightful, depraved sensation. He pulled out, rolling over on his back and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the table.

I crinkled my nose. I never could stand the smell. I rolled out of bed, the bottle slipping out of my cunt, and padded to what looked like my clothes lying on the floor. “I’m gonna use your shower,” I said over my shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna lick my cock clean?” he asked.

“I hate cigarettes,” I shrugged. “So you’re gonna have to make me.”

I walked into the bathroom, he didn’t follow. My subconscious was right; he was just a poser. The water was warm on my body, and I washed all the filth off me and wondered what I should do for the day. I should probably go to college, but that didn’t sound fun. All my professors were fat or old or both, ruining all my dreams of being a teacher’s plaything.

Daddy would be mad, but going to the mall sounded like more fun.

I smiled, working my soapy hands between my legs; my dad was a sexy man. Maybe after the mall I would seduce him?

You won’t, my subconscious whispered. You’re not enough of a slut…yet.

To be continued…

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