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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 was the most devoted of the Holy Sluts, loving our Gods with a fervor. She is the model all slaves should strive for—utter submission to her Master and Mistress. To all the slaves out there, follow her example, love your Master or Mistress with equal fervor. Submit to there every want and desire. You will find such joy in surrender.

—The Epistle of Xiu 1:10-12

Mary Sullivan – South Hill, WA

“Good morning, Mistress,” Alison smiled when I opened my eyes.

I smiled, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face framed by her bubblegum-pink hair.

Last night, Mark and I were so exhausted from our encounter with the demoness, Lilith, we just fell asleep when Alison joined us in bed. We had promised Alison some quality time, and the poor girl was hot and ready to go, but all she got was to sleep with us.

But she was a good slut and didn’t complain.

She deserved her reward.

“Good morning, slut,” I smiled, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss.

Alison sighed into my lips, her head turning as we kissed. I pulled her closer, our breasts pressing together. Her hard nipple piercings rubbed against me. I groaned, my hand sliding down her back to squeeze her firm ass, pulling the young woman against me.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me back. Her tongue was lithe and eager, dancing around inside my mouth as we kissed. I loved having such submissive women to play with. I’m glad Mark and I still had our harem of sluts.

Alison didn’t resist as I rolled her onto her back, settling atop her. I broke the kiss, stroking her cheek. “Umm, you are just gorgeous this morning.”

“I’m nothing compared to your beauty, Mistress,” she purred, licking her lips. Her hips undulated, her clit pressing against mine. A flutter of pleasure ran through me.

I moaned, biting my lip to stifle my passion. Mark slept beside us, and I didn’t want to wake him up. I kissed to Alison’s ear, nibbling on her lobe before whispering, “I’m going to trib you so hard, slut.”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress. I’m so lucky to be yours and Master’s.”

I writhed my hips, rubbing my pussy against hers. I loved the feel of hot pussy sliding against my vulva. The slippery feel of feminine flesh always excited me. I kissed my slut, my ass flexing as I tribbed her.

The bed rocked gently as we made love. Alison’s hands roamed my body, grabbing my ass, pulling me in tight. Our tongues danced as we gasped and moaned, trying to stifle our passion. But it was so hard.

Our breathing was heavy as we sighed and gasped. The spicy-sweet scent of our arousal tickled my nose while the slippery sound of wet flesh sliding together mixed with our gasps. My passion grew, and I tribbed her harder, the bed creaking.

“Oh, fuck!” Alison moaned, bucking beneath me, her lips escaping mine. The bed rocked as she shuddered, a small orgasm writhing through her.

“Mark is sleeping,” I hissed.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Alison moaned.

I glanced at my sleeping fiancee, my hips undulating with a slow wave. I savored the feel of Alison’s flesh rubbing beneath my pussy. Alison groaned, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me tight against her.

Alison’s fingernails raked my back as she undulated beneath me. Her nipple piercings rubbed into my breasts, brushing my hard nipples. I shuddered every time, my orgasm swelling inside me. Alison groaned, shuddering again.

Mark rolled over, his eyes opening. A boyish grin spread across his lips as he watched us trib. I smiled at him, clenching my ass as I fucked Alison harder. He reached out and pinched Alison’s nipple, tugging at the silver barbell that pierced her hard nub.

Alison giggled, turning her face towards Mark. “Good morning, Master,” she panted, her flushed face twisting with pleasure.

“Slut,” Mark answered.

I turned to face Mark, and he leaned in to kiss me.

“Good morning, Mare,” he muttered after we broke our kiss.

“Morning, hun,” I purred before I tribbed Alison hard. The headboard banged against on the wall as I fucked the slut, my clit throbbing in delight.

“Are you gonna make this whore cum?” Mark asked, stroking my back. His touch sent warm flutters shooting through me.

“I am, Mark!” I breathed. “She’s going to cum on my pussy.”

“Oh, yes!” Alison panted. “Your clit feel so nice on my cunt, Mistress.”

My hips took on a frantic rhythm as my orgasm neared. I gasped and moaned as Alison groaned and sighed. Our pleasure swelled through me. I gasped out, “I’m about to cum, whore! Ohh, you’re cunt feels so sweet on my pussy! Cum with me, slut!”

“Oh, Mistress, I’m cumming!” Alison howled. “Thank you, thank you, Mistress! It’s so good!”

My pleasure burst through me in powerful waves. My pussy clenched, my juices flooding out. Alison held me tight, grinding her clit against me as my climax shuddered through me. The slut sucked at my ear, moaning and gasping as she came as well.

And then the pleasure passed. I shuddered one last time and rolled off of her, the slut between me and Mark. Alison turned, her hands stroking my face. We kissed with a tender passion, our tongues lightly flicking out to tease each other.

“Thank you, Mistress, for sharing your pleasure with me,” Alison purred, her fingers toying with a lock of my auburn hair.

I smiled, “You’re welcome, slut!” Then I noticed my fiance’s hard cock. The poor man had to watch us fuck. He needed his satisfaction. So I reached over the slut and grasped his hard cock, stroking it as I smiled. “It feels like Master wants to share his pleasure with you, slut.”

Alison grinned in excitement.

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Mark Glassner

Mary stroked my cock over Alison’s body, a big grin on her face. Alison giggled, her hand joining my fiancee’s. I shuddered as both women stroked me. “Ohh, do you want to share this with me, Master?” my pink-haired slut purred. “Do you want to stick your hard cock in my tight, slutty cunt and make me feel good?”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” I moaned, enjoying their hands stroking my cock, Mary’s thumb brushing the tip of my cock before she let go.

My eyes admired both their bodies. Their tits were about the same size—perky handfuls—though Mary’s were dusted with freckles. My eyes drifted down their taut bodies, both their shaved pussies glistened with their pussy cream.

What a gorgeous sight.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, slut,” I growled, rolling over and kneeling on the bed, my cock pulled from Alison’s hand.

I grabbed Alison by the waist and pulled her beneath me. She parted her legs, an eager smile playing on her lips. My cock bobbed before her shaved cunt. My eyes found the the phrase “Cum on in” tattooed above her cunt, a little arrow pointing towards her hard clit.

I loved cumming in her tight pussy.

“Oh, let me help you out,” Mary giggled, grabbing a pillow and shoving it beneath the small of Alison’s back, raising her hips and aligning her pussy with my cock.

“Fuck me, Master!” Alison panted. “Shove that big cock in me! I need it so bad!”

Mary grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her pussy lips. “Ride her hard,” Mary giggled.

“I plan on it,” I growled and thrust my cock into her wet pussy.

“Oohh, Master’s cock feels so nice in my cunt!” Alison cooed as her hips rose to meet my hard thrusts. Her tits jiggled every time I plowed into her. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Take my cock, whore!” I grunted.

Alison’s cunt felt so nice on my cock. She was tight with youth and sopping wet. I grabbed Alison’s legs, throwing them over my shoulders as I pounded her. The slut’s pussy grew tighter on my cock, the nineteen-year-old whore gasping in delight.

“She’s so loud,” Mary purred.

“Why don’t you keep her quiet,” I grinned.

Alison licked her lips.

“Umm, I think I have just the thing.” Mary rose and then straddled Alison’s face, lowering her dripping pussy to Alison’s eager lips.

My fiancee’s face lit up in pleasure as Alison’s tongue dug through her pussy lips. I stared into her green eyes, lost in the depths. Mary leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue was lithe in my mouth, wrestling with my tongue. I caressed Mary’s soft cheek as we kissed.

“I love you so much,” I told her when she broke the kiss.

She smiled beautifully, dimples appearing on her angelic face. “I love you, Mark,” she whispered and then moaned in pleasure. “Ooh, and I love Alison’s tongue stud sliding through my pussy.”

Alison’s pussy clenched on my cock buried into her pussy. While kissing Mary, I had stopped fucking the slut. My cock ached to cum in her. I drew back and plowed deep into the slut’s velvety cunt. A shudder passed through me, her flesh gripping my cock tight, her moans muffled by Mary’s pussy.

“Fuck the slut,” gasped Mary, her hands caressing my chest. And then she bent down and sucked my nipple.

It felt weird as her mouth sucking greedily, wet and hot on my nipple. More ticklish than pleasurable. When Mary finished I bent down and captured her own, larger nipple in my mouth. She moaned in pleasure as I explored her hard nipple with my tongue as I gently sucked on her tit.

“Oh, god, this is amazing!” Mary gasped. “My stallion’s sucking my tit while my slut eats my pussy!”

“It’s perfect,” I groaned as I squeezed both her perky tits.

I bent further down, stretching my legs out and kissed Mary’s belly, tonguing her cute little belly button. I kissed lower and found the fiery heart of pubic hair above her pussy, kissing the curly hair. I could smell the spicy-sweet scent of Mary’s pussy and hear Alison’s tongue probing Mary’s cunt, lapping up her sweet nectar.

“Oh, yes!” gasped Mary. “Such a perfect slut!”

Alison cunt convulsed on my dick, and she shuddered beneath us, gasping into Mary’s pussy as she came on my cock. I continued fucking her, enjoying the way her cunt milked my cock. Mary shifted on Alison’s face, leaning back so her cunt was in front of my mouth and Alison was tonging her ass.

I greedily ate at my fiancee’s cunt, savoring her sweet and spicy honey. My tongue wiggled in, swirling about her tunnel. I pounded Alison, moaning my delight into Mary’s delicious cunt. I found her clit, nibbling on it.

“Ooh, Mark, that’s so good!” Mary moaned. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Keep sucking my pussy, hun! Oh, keep sucking me! Tongue my ass, slut! Suck my pussy!”

I drank her juices as she flooded my mouth when she came on my lips. I felt my balls tightening, and screwed Alison hard a few more times. I shuddered as my my orgasm surged through me. Cum pulsed out my cock, flooding Alison’s cunt. Every pulse sent a surge of pleasure through me until I collapsed.

Breathing heavily, I rolled over onto my back. “Fuck that was good!” I gasped.

“Oh, thank you Master,” Alison said happily, her hands playing with her messy cunt. “I’m glad my slutty pussy pleased you, and I’m so thankful that you made me cum.”

Mary crawled over me so she could snuggle up against me on the other side. She stroked my face and then kissed me, savoring her flavor on my lips. “Alison, get out. Mark and I need to talk.”

“Oh, okay Mistress,” Alison said, a little disappointed.

What did we need to talk about?

Alison bent over and kissed Mary and then me.

I groped her breast and fingered her nipple. “Get the sluts up,” I told her. “And stop pouting. You’re our slut, remember. We can throw you out of our bed whenever we want. Just be happy we decided to use you as our sex toy this morning.”

“Yes, Master, sorry Master,” Alison apologized and strode out of her room, her tight, gorgeous ass swayed beautifully as she walked away. “I am happy you used me. I’ll always be your sex toy.”

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – SeaTac, WA

Doug looked like shit when he slunk into the diner. My breakfast was already half eaten. I had regained my appetite. I had direction in my life again. I would destroy Mark Glassner and regain my sweet wife. Desiree wouldn’t be his sex slave a moment longer.

“Morning,” Doug muttered as he slouched in, his fleshy face paler than usual, He rubbed a hand through his balding hair as he set down into the stall.

“Order breakfast,” I said. “I’m paying.”

Doug nodded, glancing at the menu. The surly waitress walked up, her hair a mass of lank, black curls piled about the shoulders of her faded-yellow uniform. “Whatcha want?” she muttered.

“Coffee,” Doug muttered. “And, um, the pancakes slam.”

“How do you want your eggs?”

“Scrambled.”

She nodded, writing it down. “Be a few minutes.”

“Doug, are you committed to stopping Mark?” I asked him, looking him in the eyes.

Doug took a deep breath. “There has to be some way to stop him. Some weakness. That nun almost did it, but then something went wrong.”

An eager excitement went through me. I leaned forward and asked, “What did?”

“Easier to show you.” Doug pulled out his laptop. “I got the entire attack on film. Well, what you could see through your living room window.”

The waitress returned with Doug’s coffee as his laptop booted up. He typed in his password, found the movie, and played it, turning the screen to me. I watched, catching glimpses of my wife and Mark through the window. A naked woman fired a gun twice, the shot barely heard on the recording, then Mark was struck from behind by another woman.

Sister Louise appeared. She was naked and fighting Mark on the ground. It was hard to tell what she did, but it looked like she was fucking him.

“She’s preforming the exorcism right there,” I muttered, remembering what Sister Louise told me on Sunday.

“Oh, yeah,” Doug said, furrowing his brows. “Because it looks like she’s fucking him.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “She explained it to me. She had to make Mark cum to steal his powers.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t make the rules.”

“Okay, you see how they’re struggling here,” Doug said. “That’s Mark’s hand they’re trying to pry open. He has something in it. Something Sister Louise is desperately trying to grab. And there when Mark jerks his hand free, something red and sparkly flew away.”

The next moment, there was a flash of scarlet light flooding my living room, and then a new, naked woman appeared, her hair shimmering silver. She seized Sister Louise, pulling the nun off Mark. The nun struggled, forced to her knees before the new woman while Mark stood up, rushing out of frame.

“Is she eating her pussy?” I muttered.

“I think so.” Doug pointed at the new woman. “That woman isn’t human. I don’t know what the fuck she is. Maybe a demon. But whatever she is, she saved Mark. The cops started arriving about ten minutes later, and Mark dominated them all. That’s when I got the fuck out of there.”

“He’s dominating the police,” I groaned, leaning back. Mark grew more powerful by the day.

“What are we going to do short of shooting him?”

I glanced at Doug. I saw it in his eyes. He wasn’t the man for that. What a pity. Killing Mark would be so simple. So could I find someone who could kill him? An assassin? But it was risky. You always hear on the news about murder-for-hire guys turning out to be cops. I had no idea how to even begin to find one.

“Surveil him,” I ordered. “I had an idea where you can watch from. You’ll be safe, and you’ll have a great view of my house’s master bedroom, the dining room, and the backyard. I’ll get you the best surveillance gear. Like those lasers you can just point at a window to pick up sound.”

Doug nodded. “Okay. Where’s this spot?”

To be continued…

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