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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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I wish I had known Karen, but she was stolen away from us too soon by the vile Lilith. She loved our Gods dearly. She found happiness in submission, and joy in obedience.

—Excerpt from High Priestess Rose Cunningham’s Sermon of the Holy Martyr

Mary Sullivan

The food was delicious. Sister Cuntrag knelt between us, hunger panted on her face as she watched me eat the delicious stir fry Desiree had prepared. Her stomach growled, rumbling over the noise of the chattering sluts.

“This is really good, Desiree,” Mark grinned.

“Gracias, mi Rey,” Desiree gushed.

“She is a great cook,” cooed Alison, her hand disappearing beneath the table to play with Desiree. The Latina slut giggled, leaning back as Alison fingered her pussy.

I glanced at Mark as he ate and took a deep breath, a sudden bout of nerves filling me. “I called my sister Shannon. And she spoke to my dad and my younger sister.”

“Oh,” Mark said casually.

“They were really excited to hear about our engagement,” Mary continued. “So, I invited them over for dinner on Friday.”

“Okay,” Mark nodded. “Are you…?”

“Yes,” I answered delicately, my throat getting choked up. It was sweet of Mark to care. I cleared my throat and continued, “My father will be coming, too, and my sisters are going to bring their boyfriends.”

“Well, I’ll make sure the sluts keep them entertained,” Mark grinned.

“I bet you will,” I said. “Horny stallion.”

“Naughty filly.”

I loved it when he said that. Friday night would be just fine. I would sleep with my sisters, cross that taboo line, and share it with Mark.

Sister Cuntrag’s stomach growled loudly. I looked down at her. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” she answered with a flush.

I grabbed a piece of grilled meat dripping with the delicious sauce off my plate and held it in front of the bitch. I grinned, delighting in feeding her like a dog. Her eyes hardened, and she turned her head away with defiance.

“It’s the only food you’re going to get,” I promised, dangling the piece of meat before her.

Sister Cuntrag licked her lips, another rumbled escaping her stomach. Humiliation burned in her cheeks. My grinned broadened, delighting it degrading the bitch. She took a deep breath, then opened her mouth and grabbed the piece of meat, her lips briefly brushing my fingers sticky with the sauce.

Dogs were the perfect thing to clean up a sticky mess.

“My fingers are sticky,” I commanded.

The nun’s lips tightened, then she licked my fingers, sliding her pink tongue around my digits, sucking to slurp the tasty sauce off my fingers.

“Umm, she likes to suck,” I giggled to Mark. “I bet you would love to have her suck your cock.”

“I would,” Mark answered.

“Horny stallion,” I giggled, then seized her leash and jerked her head towards his hardening cock. “Get to it, bitch!”

* * *

Mark Glassner

Sister Cuntrag’s mouth opened up, swallowing my cock. I groaned, savoring her warmth as she bobbed her head, her tongue wiggling about the tip while her hands massaged my balls. Across the table, Desiree squirmed as Alison fingered her harder, a grin on the pink-haired slut’s lips as she pleasured the Hispanic whore.

“She’s eager,” I panted as Sister Cuntrag sucked hard. “Thanks, Mare. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Mary answered, pleased with herself. She reached down, petting Sister Cuntrag like a dog and praised, “Good, girl.”

Sister Cuntrag sucked harder as she worked her mouth up and down on my cock. She was coming closer and closer to breaking. I could feel it. I couldn’t wait until she begged to be ours. Then we would transform our enemy into our loving slut.

I loved my powers.

“So, what did you do today?” Mary asked.

“Oh, right,” I grinned. “I called my friends.” They all thought I was a terrorist, but my powers worked on them as well on others. “They’re coming by on Thursday evening, around seven.”

Mary nodded. “Sure.”

I groaned as an embarrassed blush flushed through me. “We’re a…uh…gaming group. We get together most Thursdays to play D&D.”

Mary chortled. “D&D, huh? I recall someone finding it ridiculous that I used to play Vampire: The Masquerade.”

“D&D players always look down on LARPers,” I said, shifting in my seat. Sister Cuntrag’s mouth helped to banish my discomfort. “If it’s a problem, we can play at Tom’s house.”

“No, it’s fine,” Mary giggled. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Can I play, Master” Lillian blurted out. “I love playing D&D.”

“Sure,” I said in surprise as I looked at the goth slut. Damn, I never knew a chick that hot was into it.

“Besides, I think that’s perfect,” Mary continued. “Diane texted me right before you got home. She wants to to go clubbing, so Thursday night works great.”

“Diane?” I asked, struggling to think as my balls tightened.

“Yeah, from the Japanese steakhouse,” Mary reminded. “The night I made my pact.”

“She was hot,” I muttered, remembering how Mary had slipped off to the bathroom with the woman. “So, hot.”

My balls suddenly tightened. I groaned, picturing Mary grinding on the sexy Diane. My cock flooded her mouth with my cum. Sister Cuntrag coughed, caught by surprise, and pulled away. I shuddered, the second shot squirting across her cheek. I groaned, one last blast pumping out to pain her forehead and with my ropy cum.

“Good girl,” I groaned, grabbing a piece of stir-fried meat from my plate. An idea popped into my head. A way to really humiliate her. As she wiped the cum from her eyes, I smeared the piece of meat through the cum on her cheek and presented it to her lips.

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Sister Cuntrag

I hesitated, staring at the piece of meat smeared with his cum. My mouth was already filled with a load, and my stomach rumbled again. What did it matter? I already swallowed some of his cum. I opened my mouth and ate it.

The spicy sauce masked the flavor of the cum anyways.

“Umm, she loves it,” Mary purred, swiping a red pepper through the cum and feeding it to me, the juicy vegetable crunching in my mouth, salty and spicy.

“So, what club are you going to?” Mark asked.

“The Clam Diver,” Mary answered, swiping a sliced onion through the cum and feeding it to me. I licked her fingers clean without her asking. “It’s a lezzie club in Tacoma.”

“Can’t wait to hear about it,” Mark said and then kissed her.

“Oh,” Mary said, “I think I may have found an OB/GYN for us. Alice told me about her. She just started at a Allied Health in Tacoma. I got an appointment at Thursday, 10 am.”

“Sounds promising,” Mark said. “Gonna be a busy Thursday.”

Desiree suddenly moaned loudly, bucking on the chair as Alison fingered her pussy. The pink-haired slut’s fingers came away juicy. I licked my lips, staring at Desiree’s snatch, wanting to bury my face…

What is wrong with me?

“Did you just cum?” Mary asked.

“She did,” Alison giggled. “I just wanted to show Desiree my appreciation for this delicious dinner.”

“She’s wonderful, mi Reina,” panted Desiree.

As the dinner wrapped up, Violet took me into the kitchen and placed a plate on the floor, strips of beef and fried vegetables in a savory sauce over brown rice. Violet didn’t give me any utensils and just looked apologetically at me.

“Dog’s don’t need forks,” Mary quipped from the dining room. “Or hands.”

I was starving though, so I bent my head down and hungrily ate the food of the plate. To my amazement, I cleaned my plate, my face was sticky with sauce and bits of rice. They let me stand up after that, and cleaned my face off with a wet washcloth. Then I was given a glass of water, my throat was parched and I chugged it down in one go.

After that, I had to wash the dishes while Desiree and Fiona watched. If I slacked, or they thought I was slacking, Desiree or Fiona would hit my tender ass with a rolled up newspaper. Tears brimmed in my eyes by the time I was finished.

Fiona grabbed my leash, jerking hard. “Dog’s crawl,” she barked when I started walking after her.

Desiree smacked my welted ass with her newspaper. I yelped in pain, my bowels clenching on the butt plug, and fell to my hands and knees, crawling after Fiona.

Fiona led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. Mark and Mary waited, both dressed, Mark in blue jeans and a white t-shirt, while Mary wore a yellow sundress with red orchids. Mark took my leash.

“Time for your walk,” he said in that excited, babyish tone people use on their pets. “I bet you’re so excited?”

“Of course she is,” Mary cooed. “She’s been cooped up all day long.”

Mark wrapped his other arm around Mary’s and kicked me in the ass. “Start crawling, bitch.”

Mark couldn’t mean to take me outside naked and crawling? With a dog’s tail up my ass?

Mark used his foot to guide me to the front door. My heart hammered in my chest. This couldn’t be happening? Please, not this! I prayed. Please, God! Mary opened the door, sunlight flooding in; I froze. Mark pushed my ass with his foot, the pain was intense, but I couldn’t do it. Tears poured down my cheeks.

Mark brushed by me and yanked hard on the leash, the collar biting into my neck. I fell forward, my arm scarping as he dragged me through the doorway onto the wooden porch.

“You can crawl, or you can be dragged,” Mark warned.

Gathering my dignity, I lifted myself onto my hands and knees before crawling down the steps and onto the pebbly walkway. My knees were on fire, the palms of my hands sore. Mark led me out onto the soft grass, and that provided some relief to my poor knees. The sun was warm on my naked back and sore ass. I looked around and there was no one out on the street.

Yet.

Mark led me over to some bushes.

“I bet you need to pee,” Mark said, pointing to the bushes.

“No,” I muttered. I couldn’t do that.

“Pee here,” Mary ordered, “or beg to be our slave?”

Just give in, the humiliation can end.

No. I was strong enough to hold out until Sister Theodore rescued me. I could weather this.

I raise my leg, closed my eyes, and relaxed my bladder.

“Oh, my God!” a woman gasped, her voice thick with a southern twang. I wanted to stop peeing, but I was mid-stream. There was no stopping now. I flushed in embarrassment, recognizing the voice.

“Oh, hi Madeleine,” Mark greeted. “Nothing wrong going on here, just walking my dog.”

“Oh, okay,” Madeleine said. “Hi, Louise, I see you worked out your…problems with your husband,” Madeleine said delicately.

My face reddened in shame. Why did it have to be Madeleine who had to see me like this? Madeleine had been so nice to me. She had let me stay in her house a few days ago. I even fancied the woman. I glanced at her face, and the disgust painted there twisted my heart into painful knots.

“Wife? Is that what she told you?” Mark laughed . “I’m engaged to Mary here. Louise is just our dog.”

“She has a great tongue,” Mary said. “I bet you’d love to have your pussy licked. She’ll make you cum real quick. I would love to see that.”

Madeleine gave a randy laugh. Mary seemed to have a power that made women want to do whatever sexual thing she wanted. And sweet Madeleine, with that delightful, southern twang, was falling under her powers. “Sure, if that’ll make you happy, sugar.”

“It would,” Mary said. “Just lift up your skirt and the bitch will make you feel great.”

Madeleine stood over me in her gray, pencil skirt and ruffled, white blouse. She hiked her skirt up, revealing a pair of plain, sky blue panties. I pulled the panties to one side, revealing her neatly trimmed, brunette bush and large, pussy lips. Yesterday morning, I fantasized about eating her cunt, and now I was being forced to while out in public like a bitch.

I leaned and licked through her silky folds, her curly pubic hair tickling my cheeks. Her pussy tasted spicy and tangy. I dug my tongue deep into her cunt, savoring her flavor.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Madeleine drawled excitedly. “She as eager as a beaver chewin’ on wood. And much more skilled than Anastasia.”

“It was Anastasia’s first time this morning,” Mark laughed.

“Sister Cuntrag is a pussy-eating champ!” giggled Mary.

I didn’t care what they were talking about. I concentrated on eating her pussy.

Madeleine moaned again, her hand gripping my hair and her hips slowly rotating as her pleasure increased. I slipped a finger up her snatch and rapidly flicked my tongue on her clit. Madeleine’s breath came harder and faster, her moans louder and more passionate.

“Oh, Lord, that’s sweet,” Madeleine gasped. “She’s stoked my fires real good!”

Madeleine bucked on my face, panting loudly as she came hard. A flood of her juices poured into my throat. She let go of my hair, catching me by surprise, and I fell back on my rear, the butt plug driving deeper into my asshole.

I howled in pain, tears pouring out of my eyes.

I looked up at Madeleine and the nice, caring woman only looked with revulsion at me. Fresh tears flowed from my eyes.

“Whew,” Madeleine said, wiping her sweaty brow. “I’m not rightly sure what came over me, but the bitch made me cum right nicely!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mark said as Madeleine walked off.

“Looking forward to it, sugar,” she called back.

“Come on,” Mary said. “We still got to go on our walk.”

“Are you going to make me…do that, again?” I asked, another sob wracking my body.

“Yeah,” Mark said. “Everyone we meet on our walk’s going to get satisfied by you.”

Mary nodded. “Whether with your mouth or your cunt, you’re going to make a lot of people happy.”

Just give in, the voice whispered. I struggled to push the thought down, but I was to weak. Just give in.

“Please,” I whispered. They won. “Make me your sex slave.”

“What was that, bitch?” Mary asked.

“I want to be your sex slave,” I blurted out.

Mark bent down, staring into my eyes. His eyes were blue and seemed to peer right into my soul. “Tell me the truth, do you really want to be our sex slave?”

I couldn’t lie, he gave me an order. “Yes.”

Mark helped me to my feet. “From now on, you belong to Mary and me. You’ll happily perform whatever depraved, filthy act we tell you to. Nothing makes you happier than to serve us.”

“Yes, Master,” I said and I smiled, all the despair and humiliation fading away. I was happy to be degrade by him. I was happy to be their slave. This was so much better than my stubborn refusal. They had conquered me. I was their prisoner now.

My Master hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I was crying, but not out of sadness, but out of joy. My Mistress embraced me tightly, and her lips were soft on mine. Master removed my nipple clamps, unbuckled the collar, and pulled the butt plug out of my ass.

“You are no longer Sister Cuntrag,” Mistress told me.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I whispered.

Master frowned. “Though I don’t like the name Louise.”

“Master, I took the name Louise Afra when I swore my vows,” I quietly said. “I was born Karen Redding.” The name seemed so strange to me. I hadn’t heard it spoken in decades.

“Okay, Karen,” Master said, pulling the dog ears off my head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.

Master took one hand, Mistress the other, and led me back into the house. My fellow sluts were in the living room and I apologized to each of them for trying to take them away from our Masters. I understood now. There was happiness in submission, there was joy in obedience. They all happily embraced me and kissed me and I happily embraced them back. I had so many sister-sluts now.

“Thamina,” Mistress said, “take Karen upstairs and tend to her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thamina answered and took my hand and led me upstairs to start my new life as Mark and Mary’s slave.

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Sister Theodora – Miami, FL

The plane touched down on the tarmac. I groaned, stretching in my seat. I was eager to get off the plane and discover what Providence had in store for me. The Warlock that had defeated Sister Louise was in Washington State, so why was I led to Florida?

And how did Antsy fit in?

The young, college-aged woman giggled and bounced beside me in her seat, full of excitement for her week in Miami. She had graciously offered to let me stay with her in her hotel room. I had tried to chat with her on the plane, but she always grew evasive when her family came up.

Was she a key in Providence’s plan, or was she merely providing me with a place to stay for my task in Miami? Providence worked so subtly sometimes. But if I trusted it, I would be guided to all the places and people I would need to defeat the Warlock.

Florida must be important. I just had to wait and see how.

And in the mean time, there were a lot of hunky men and sexy women to enjoy. Maybe even Antsy. She was definitely beautiful. I stood up when we reached the gate, Antsy following me off the plane, her heart-shaped face excited.

“I’m going to forget all about my asshole brother and have fun!” she whooped. “I hope the FBI makes his life miserable.”

I frowned. “Why?” I asked. “Who is your brother?”

She bit her lip, then sighed. “Mark Glassner. I’m sure you’ve heard about him on the news.”

I blinked in surprise. Providence had guided me to the sister of the Warlock. How did she fit into Heaven’s plans?

To be continued…

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