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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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“A strange sickness is plaguing the citizens of South Hill. Young men, and even a few older, are falling into comas or even dying while asleep. The symptoms include seizures, sudden fatigue, and impotence. Health authorities are swamped. Do these cases have anything to do with the infamous Mark Glassner believed to be in the vicinity?”

—excerpt from Carlos Gutierrez’s report on KING 5 News, June 12th, 2013

Mark Glassner

“Master,” the sluts squealed when I walked into the door. Lillian was the first to reach me, throwing her arms around my face and giving me a big kiss. I held the goth slut, savoring her lithe body against mine.

“Is Mary home?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Not yet.

“Mi Rey,” Desiree purred as she strode up, her breasts jiggling in her low-cut blouse. My Hispanic beauty hugged me and kissed me.

Alison let out a squeal and joined in and I shared a three-way kiss with my first slut and my second. I broke the kiss and Alison and Desiree kept on kissing. I admired the youthful Alison as she made out with the brown-skinned, and more mature Desiree.

“You two are hot,” I grinned.

Alison broke the kiss, grinning broadly. She looked so sexy with her bubblegum-pink hair. Through the transparent top of her blouse, I could see her hard nipples pierced by a pair of silver barbells. “I just can’t help myself, Master. Everything Desiree does is sexy,” grinned Alison.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“We need to get back to cooking dinner,” Desiree said. “With your permission, mi Rey.”

“Of course.” I smacked Desiree’s plump ass. “Don’t you dare burn it.”

Lillian went back to dusting in the living room as Xiu appeared. “Master,” the petite yet buxom slut said. Her round, Chinese face was only marred by the splint for her broken nose. “How was the meeting?”

“Perfect,” I answered.

“Master convinced all the Police Chiefs that he is not a terrorist,” Chasity added. “And then we played on the way home.”

I grinned, remembering the way Abby shuddered on my lap as she rode my cock on the drive back to South Hill. I pushed that out of my mind and remembered Thamina needed to be relieved.

I stroked Xiu’s face. “Go to the hospital and relieve Thamina.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded, scurrying off to fetch a set of car keys.

Korina was still in the hospital, recovering from her gunshot. Thamina was watching over her. Korina was one of the three sluts not home. The other two, Chantelle and Lana, were still on their honeymoon. I think they would be back on Friday, but it was hard to remember that night at the Space Needle. Mary and I may have over did it celebrating our engagement.

Karen appeared, the former nun scurrying up to give me an enthusiastic kiss. I couldn’t resist cupping her ass. She moaned, still tender from all her discipline. But now that she had broken and become my slut, she was such a submissive woman.

“I assume you put them under your power, Master?” she asked.

I nodded. “Did you have any doubts?”

“You’re the most powerful Warlock I’ve ever encountered,” she beamed and gave me another kiss. Then she giggled and pointed.

I turned and there was Lillian cleaning the living room, a feather duster in her hand. She was dressed in her slutty maid outfit. Lillian bent over, dusting the coffee table. Her skirt had ridden up to expose her shaved pussy and her naked ass flashed beneath her skirt and petticoats. My cock throbbed at the beautiful sight. Her pussy was a tight, inviting slit.

“She is so sexy,” I whispered.

Karen unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, giving me a hard stroke. “Go fuck her cunt, Master,” she whispered in my ear.

I advanced on Lillian quietly. She hadn’t noticed, fixated on dusting, and I grabbed her hips and slammed into her dry pussy.

“Oh, shit!” Lillian gasped in pain and surprise. She glanced back at me and her shock instantly vanished, replaced by joy. “Oh, Master, you feel so good inside my slutty cunt!” Her pussy began to moisten as her lust built, her hips pushing back.

“Your slutty cunt feels so good on my cock!” I gasped as she started to move her hips.

I fucked Lillian hard, holding her hips as I plowed deep inside her. Her cunt was sopping wet after a few thrust and she was panting like a bitch in heat. My balls slapped into her, my hands gripping her hips tight as I savored every inch of her cunt.

“Fuck her, Master,” moaned Karen as she walked around us. She was naked and beaming happily at me. Karen’s curly, light brown hair fell about her shoulders and her breasts. Pink nipples peaked out between strands of hair. “Isn’t he a stud, Chasity?”

“Yes, he is,” Chasity purred, entering into the living room. “That’s why we love him.”

I laughed. “You love me because I ordered you to.”

“That’s how much of a stud you are, Master,” Chasity moaned, sitting down on the couch and spreading her thighs. Her slutty, cop’s uniform slit up, exposing her pussy. “I’m so fucking wet from watching you pound her.”

“Me, too,” Karen moaned. She walked over to the couch, her welted ass swaying, and sat carefully next to Chasity. Karen leaned in and kissed Chasity on the lips. Now that Karen was my slut and no longer a Nun, she was quite friendly and affectionate and really seemed to enjoy kissing the other sluts.

I enjoyed watching her do it.

Lillian bucked her hips back into me, her pussy tight and silky on my cock. I pounded her hard as I watched Karen and Chasity kiss. Lillian moaned appreciatively, flashing me a wicked smile. “You fuck me even harder when you have a show to watch, Master.”

“Does he?” Karen asked. “Umm, what happens when I do this?” Karen’s hand slipped into Chasity’s half open blouse. She fished out one of Chasity’s round breasts and sucked a pink nipple into her mouth. Chasity gasped and slid her free hand over to caress Karen’s thigh, sliding up higher and higher and dipping between her legs and finding Karen’s wet cunt.

“He fucks me even harder!” gasped Lillian, my balls slapping into her clit as I pounded her. “Master, you’re so good! I’m going to cum!”

Her cunt rippled about my cock. “Do you want me to cum in your dirty pussy?” I moaned.

“Yes, Master!” Lillian shouted as she orgasmed. “Cum in my dirty, slutty pussy!”

My balls boiled. I buried my cock to the hilt in her inviting depths, letting her convulsing cunt massage my cock. My balls erupted and I shot three large spurts of cum into her cunt. I grunted with each one, savoring the pleasure. Cumming in a slut’s cunt never got old.

“Thank you, Master,” Lillian purred as I pulled out of her cunt. Lillian dipped a finger down and shoved it into her snatch. When she pulled it out, her finger was sticky with my cum, and she sucked it eagerly into her mouth.

I smacked Lillian’s ass. “Finish your dusting, slut.”

I turned to face the other two sluts and knelt on the couch between Karen’s spread legs, my hard cock brushing Chasity’s hand as she diddled the former nun. Karen stopped sucking at Chasity’s tit and Chasity moved her hand out of my dick’s way.

“Let me help you, Master,” Chasity purred, guiding my cock to the wet folds of Karen’s cunt.

“Yes,” Karen moaned. “I need his cock in me.”

Chasity rubbed me on those wet folds. I shuddered and thrust the moment I felt Karen’s opening. Her hot, juicy twat engulfed my cock, squeezing down as I hammered her. Karen whimpered in pain as I fucked her hard, shoving her tender ass against the couch. But the pleasure of my cock in her cunt soon turned her whimpers of pain into sighs of pleasure.

“Fuck my nasty snatch!” Karen moaned. “Oh, you’re so big inside me! I don’t care how much it hurts! I love this cock.”

“Fuck her, hard, Master,” Chasity purred, her hand stroking my back through my shirt.

Chasity snuggled closer, her breast brushing Karen’s lip, and Karen sucked her nipple back into her greedy mouth. I leaned over and captured Chasity’s other nipple, sucking and nibbling on the round nub. Chasity moaned in delight, her hand sliding down my back, across my ass and between my legs. She gently massaged my balls, stirring electricity to the tip of my cock.

“Cum in her dirty cunt,” Chasity moaned. “Just flood her. The slut needs it! We all need your cum!”

Karen’s legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me deep into her. My strokes were shallow, fast and hard. I released Chasity’s nipple and kissed Karen’s cheek. I pumped in and out harder, licking up to her ear as she noisily suckled at Chasity’s breast.

“Your cunt feel so good on my cock!” I hissed in her ear.

Karen moaned around Chasity’s nipple and her cunt spasmed on my cock. My dirty words set her off. She bucked against me, sucking as much of Chasity’s tit into her mouth as she could. She thrashed so hard while her cunt clenched on my cock.

“Did my cock make you cum, bitch!”

Karen released Chasity’s nipple. “Yes, it did, Master! Your cock feel so amazing in my filthy cunt!”

Keys rattled and the front door opened and I heard women giggling. Mary, trailed by Violet and Fiona, entered the living room. “I found the perfect wedding dress,” Mary gushed excitedly to me as I fucked our slut.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

“Oh, her dress is so beautiful, Master!” Violet exclaimed, her pigtails flashing behind her as she raced up to Mark, giving him a big kiss as he plowed into Karen’s pussy.

“You’re going to be blown away by how beautiful Mistress will look in it,” Fiona added when Mark broke the kiss with Violet. Fiona happily gave him a sultry kiss, my horny fiance’s hands squeezing her large breasts through her top before he sent her scurrying off with a slap to the ass.

I sat down on the couch next my fiance fucking the slut. The couch rocked as Karen writhed and shuddered. Chasity smiled at me across the fucking pair. Mark leaned down, cupping my chin. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, his tongue strong as he explored my mouth and tasted the tart, fresh flavor of another woman’s pussy.

“Have you been a naughty filly?” he asked with a grin.

I beamed at him, my dimples flashing at Mark. “The seamstress, Bonnie, gave very satisfactory service.”

“I bet she did,” Mark leered.

“How did the meeting go?” I asked.

“Good,” he answered while continuing to fuck Karen. The slut moaned and gasped, loving my fiance’s cock. He did have a nice one. “We’ll have the tryouts for the bodyguards on Saturday. I figure we’ll hold it at Sparks Stadium. Tomorrow, I’ll call and book it.”

I nodded. Karen’s quivering breasts caught my eye. I reached out and pinched Karen’s nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Karen stopped sucking Chasity’s nipple and turned to face me. “Are you making my stallion fill good with your cunt, whore?” I asked, twisting her nipple hard.

“Absolutely, Mistress!” Karen gasped, a flash of pain contorting her face.

“Good slut,” I cooed and captured her lips in a kiss. “And how are you, Chasity?”

“Wonderful,” the slutty cop breathed.

“I bet your just dying to lick my pussy.”

“Naughty filly,” Mark moaned.

“Always,” I sighed as Chasity squealed and rushed around Mark, falling to her knees in her eager haste to lick my pussy. I let her push my legs apart, gasping in delight as her mouth buried into my pussy.

My pussy was hot. It was exciting watching my fiance fuck another woman. Chasity’s tongue eagerly licked through my lips, teasing my pussy in all the right spots. She knew what to do, and I moaned and shuddered on her lips. I grabbed her blonde hair, pulling her deeper into my pussy.

“Lick me, whore! Make me cum!” I moaned as I humped her face.

Mark smacked Chasity’s ass. “You better make her cum hard, slut!”

“I will,” moaned Chasity. “I love making Mistress cum!”

“I can tell,” I gasped, my hips bucking as her tongue curled through my folds. “Yes, right there. That’s what I need. Umm, you’re doing good. Keep tonguing me. Keep making me feel so amazing.”

Mark watched me, his eyes feasting on my freckled tits. I hefted a small breast. He leaned over, hungrily sucking on my nipple as he kept plowing Karen. I shuddered as he suckled, the pleasure shooting straight down to my pussy. My body thrashed as my orgasm neared.

“Yes!” I purred. I was on fire. I needed to explode. I needed to spill my juices all over her face. I wanted to experience her licking up every wonderful drop of my bliss. Another spasm shuddered through me, my pleasure swelling. “Drink it all!” I moaned.

Chasity sealed her lips to my pussy, her tongue swirling through my folds. She was so eager. She wanted my pussy cream.

So I gave it to her.

My body convulsed as I came. My juices squirted out. The couch rocked with the violence of my spasm. I screamed out my joy. Such pleasure burst inside me. Mark’s lips released my nipple, pulling back as I thrashed hard.

“You wonderful slut,” I gasped as I collapsed back in joy.

“Nice cum, Mistress?” Karen asked.

I nodded, sucking breaths through my nose.

“Good.” Karen smiled and gave me a sweet kiss. What a delightful slut. We had transformed her from that hate-filled nun into a loving, dutiful whore.

The doorbell rang. “Get the door, Violet,” I moaned as I fought off my lethargy.

“Yes, Mistress.”

* * *

Mark Glassner

Violet obeyed her Mistress, scurrying off to get the door. That’s when I noticed what she was wearing: a plaid jumper with a very short skirt over a white blouse, and white, knee high socks. She looked like a catholic schoolgirl slut with her small breasts and hair done up in pigtails.

“Shit!” I muttered, fucking Karen harder as I eyed that wonderful ass.

Mary glanced at Violet as she disappeared down the short hallway that led to the front door. “I know, right, she’s so innocent and slutty all at the same time,” Mary said, licking her lips. “You gonna fuck her next?”

“Yeah!” I groaned, my cock throbbing in Karen’s depths. “She’s been a naughty girl and needs to be disciplined for wearing such a short skirt.”

“Mmmhh,” Mary purred. “Discipline her hard.”

Violet returned followed by a caramel skinned bombshell in a pink, silk blouse and a gray, tight pencil skirt. She was Jessica St. Pierre, field reporter for KIRO 7 News, and as of this morning, our newest sex slave. While I had been jogging naked with my Naked Jogging Club, a news crew was filming us. Apparently, someone tipped off the news about my naked jogs and Jessica had been staking out our route. She was smoking hot, and having a reporter to tip me off of any brewing stories made her the perfect addition to our stable of slaves.

“Master,” Jessica said, blushing. She set her suitcase on the floor. “I have a favor to ask.”

“Later,” Mary said. “Come here”

Jessica glanced at me with a questioning look, and I nodded back. “That’s Mary. You will obey her like you obey me.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mistress,” Jessica gasped, clasping her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“Should I forgive you?” Mary purred, eyeing Jessica. I recognized that naughty glint in her eyes. My balls tightened, eager to erupt in Karen’s cunt. “Let’s see you naked and I’ll consider forgetting your indiscretion.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jessica yelped, stripped hastily. Her blouse came off exposing her dusky tits and her hard nipple. Her skirt slid off her shapely hips and then her panties, stained from the cum I shot up her ass this morning. Her breasts were perky handfuls with dark nipples, her cunt was waxed smooth and glistening with desire.

I drank in the sight of her as she preened. Jessica knew she was hot and wasn’t afraid of flaunting it.

“Mark says you’re good at sucking cock. How are you at sucking cunt?” purred Mary.

“I’ve had no complaints,” Jessica smiled seductively.

Mary pushed Chasity away, the slutty cop was still kneeling between Mary’s thighs, and exposed her waxed pussy. I loved the sight of that smooth, pink slit beneath her fiery heart of pubic hair. Jessica liked it to, she moaned her appreciation.

“I would be honored to pleasure you, Mistress,” Jessica moaned as she knelt before Mary. Jessica’s caramel slid down Mary’s pale thighs as the reporter slut lowered her face and devoured my fiancee’s cunt.

I groaned, my balls tingling and the tip of my cock aching. I pounded Karen’s cunt harder, so close to flooding her cunt with my cum. Karen gasped and came beneath me a second time, her cunt milking my cock. The sensation was divine. My cock couldn’t handle it.

I groaned and flooded the whore with my spunk. Blast after blast of my cum pumped into her. I slammed into her one last time, groaning my enjoyment as I savored her tight, hot sheath rippling about my cock.

“Thank you, Master,” Karen panted.

“Good job,” Mary praised and kissed the slut.

Violet leaned against the wall, playing with one of her pigtails, a coquettish smile on her face. That skirt was so short, barely covering her ass, leaving her long, coltish legs bare. Sleek thighs slightly parted. What an inviting, teasing sight. God, when did she become such a bold, seductive slut? Where was that shy girl I met in the elevator? She had been a virgin a few days ago when I made her my elevator slut.

And she had blossomed into such a delicious slut.

Smiling, I beckoned her over. She walked around the couch. I grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. I could taste someone’s cunt on her lips. Not Mary’s. Maybe it was Fiona’s tart juices I tasted. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she melted against my body. Her budding breasts and hard nipples pressed against my chest.

I grabbed her pigtail and lead her over to the ottoman. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

“I have, Master,” Violet purred.

“Daddy,” I corrected.

“I’ve been so bad, Daddy,” Violet cooed as I sat down on the ottoman and pulled her across my lap.

I pulled up her skirt, stroking her pale, slim ass. Then I spanked her, hard, leaving a red handprint on her ass. “Your skirt is so short, I bet all the boys are lusting after you and trying to stick their little cocks up my baby-girls snatch.”

“They are, Daddy.”

I smacked her ass, again. Then I slipped my hand down and fingered her cunt, my cock throbbing at our taboo roleplay. “Who does your cunt belong to?”

“My cunt is all yours, Daddy,” panted Violet. Her pubic hair was soft on my fingers and her pussy was dripping with desire.

“You wouldn’t let any boy slip his cock up your pussy?” I asked, slapping her ass again.

“No, Daddy. Only your cock goes in my pussy.”

I spanked her ass on last time. “Good girl, get on your hands and knees.”

Violet scrambled off my lap and knelt before me. Her skirt had ridden up enough to expose her ass and brown-furred cunt. I knelt behind her and eagerly shoved my cock up her cunt. Her pussy was so tight as I fucked her hard. I grabbed one of her pigtails, pulling her head back and she moaned wantonly, a naughty smile on her lips.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” she gasped. “Fuck your baby-girl’s tight, little pussy!”

I pounded her cunt and watched Jessica eat out Mary’s twat. Violet’s cunt gripped my cock tight, and she panted in her girlish voice. Mary writhed in pleasure, Karen sucking at her tit. Chasity was spooning Karen from behind, her tits rubbing on Karen’s back. Chasity’s arms wrapped around the slut and played with Karen’s naked tits.

What a delicious sight to watch while fucking Violet.

“You’re such a bad girl,” I moaned as I pounded Violet, smacking her ass again.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“So bad,” moaned Mary. “Umm, fuck her hard! I love watching my horny stallion mount a filly! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! This new slut is making me cum, Mark.”

“Do it!” I urged. “Be my naughty filly!”

Mary bucked on Jessica’s face as she came.

“Oh, that was good, slut,” Mary moaned. She grabbed a handful of Jessica’s hair, pulled her up, and kissed her passionately on the lips while she groped Jessica’s perky tits.

“I’m glad you enjoyed my tongue, Mistress,” Jessica purred when Mary broke the kiss.

“Why don’t you and Chasity have a nice little sixty-nine,” Mary ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jessica panted. “Who’s Chasity?”

“That would be me, slut,” Chasity smiled as she stood up.

“You’re sexy,” Jessica purred, pulling Chasity down to the floor, the pair kissing passionately before the spun about into the sixty-nine position. Mary nodded her head, watching the two sluts eat each other’s cunt.

“That’s hot!” moaned Violet. Her cunt clenched on my cock. “I’m cumming, Daddy! Please, fill my slutty, young pussy with your cum, Daddy!”

“Here it comes, baby-girl!” I groaned, my balls aching. It was so hot pretending she was my eighteen-year-old daughter. My cock boiled over and I erupted, flooding her tight pussy with my cum. I shuddered, savoring her embrace as my pleasure boiled through me.

“Did I please you, Daddy?” Violet purred.

“Yeah,” I smiled as my stomach growled. I pulled out of Violet’s cunt and slapped her ass. “Ask Desiree how long it is till dinner.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Violet squeaked and scampered out of the room, her naked ass flashing as her skirt swayed.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I patted the couch beside me, Karen cuddled up on my other side. Mark grinned at me, his cock half-hard and dripping with Violet’s pussy cream. He stepped over the sixty-nining sluts and sank beside me. His arm went around my shoulder and I snuggled up to him, resting my head on his chest. Karen pressed against my back, her nipples hard as he rested her head on my shoulder.

What a lovely feeling.

“So you found a wedding dress, hun,” Mark asked, kissing my forehead.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” I sighed.

“Do you have a picture?”

“No, Mark.” I rolled my eyes—he could be so dense sometimes. “You’re the groom, you can’t see my dress until the wedding day.”

“Are you sure about that?” Mark asked and then he tickled my sides with his fingers.

I giggled hysterically. “Stop…that!” I gasped as he attacked my sensitive sides.

“Not until I see the dress,” Mark proclaimed, continuing his tickle assault.

“No…I…won’t give…in!” I gasped between laughs. If he though the could tickle me and not suffer, he was mistaken. My fingers launched out, brushing his sides, squirming up to his underarms.

“Hey, not fair!” Mark protested.

“Everything’s far in love and tickling!” I stated haughtily before continuing my assault.

Mark began laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, his face turning beat red. My fingers were relentless—I had a bratty, younger sister and was no stranger to a tickle war—and I found every sensitive spot on his sides. I sensed my fiance’s weakness and pressed my attack.

“I yield!” Mark finally gasped, trying to get away from me

I smirked and stopped my assault. “You’ll just have to wait for the wedding to see my dress.”

“I guess so,” he sighed, flinching away as I flexed my fingers again.

Desiree cleared her throat, startling us. “Dinner is ready, Masters,” she said, amusement tinging her voice.

I smacked her ass on the way to the kitchen.

Dinner was a delicious lasagna and garlic bread with a tossed salad topped with vinegar. I heartily dug into the lasagna, the meat, cheese and sauce melted together to form delicious perfection. After an afternoon of fucking, I was starving.

The sluts were all happily chatting away. Lillian giggled wickedly at something Chasity told her. “Did Master really do that?”

Chasity nodded. “Right in the back of my squad car.”

“What did you do in the back of her car?” Mary asked, with a naughty smile.

Mark grinned. “I had Chasity arrest this girl so I could molest her in the back of the car.”

“The girl was a dirty slut,” Chasity proclaimed. “She came on Master’s cock with her hands cuffed behind her back.”

I frowned at Mark. “Was she…willing, Mark?” I asked delicately.

“Yeah, I gave her a command,” Mark shrugged. “Though, maybe next time I won’t. It was exciting dominating Karen. I just might have to do it again.”

“Just don’t hurt them too bad,” I sighed as I stirred up my salad. Did he actually want to rape a girl instead of using his mind control powers?

“Not too bad.”

“That’s fine, then, hun,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I mean, it’s not really all that different then what you’ve done to other girls.” I eyed the sluts, realizing that we were practically raping them. “Or me.”

Mark froze at those last words. I regretted saying them out loud.

“I’m sorry for making you do those things,” he whispered. I could see the guilt in his eyes and I squirmed in my chair. Once, I had been a sex slave like the rest of the sluts. But Mark’s love for me had driven him to free me.

“I forgave you,” I said, patting his hand. My love for Mark outweighed my anger at what he did. He let me go when he could have kept me.

“Then why do you keep bringing it up?” Mark demanded, heat burning in his voice.

My blood became ice. I jerked my hand away and stabbed my fork into my salad. “Sorry, Mark,” I snapped. “It’s a hard thing to forget sometimes!”

“I…uh, shit,” Mark groaned.

It grew quiet around the table. The sluts sensed our argument, and like children before arguing parents, became still and silent.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No,” I answered him, “you shouldn’t have.”

Mark grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Can you forgive me?” His smile was so boyish.

I couldn’t help smirking back, my anger fading away. “Maybe, I—”

The front door banged open, cutting off my words. Excited voices chattered as they approached. Thamina walked into the kitchen trailed by Xiu and Korina. My eyes widened in surprise as I gazed at Korina. She looked wan, dressed in ill fitting clothes, and her left arm was in a sling. “I’m home,” she said, a smile on her pale, doll’s face and her blue eyes sparkled happily.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary reached Korina first, giving our wounded slut a careful hug and a kiss on the lips. I followed, stroking her face and kissing those beautiful lips, delighted that she was out of the hospital. “I’m so glad you’re better.”

“Me, too, Master,” she beamed and gave me a second kiss.

The other sluts were crowded around us, all full of excitement. Mary and I stood back, letting them greet Korina with hugs and kisses. All of the sluts, except Jessica, who had never met Korina, and Karen hung back.

Karen’s face was pale as she stared at Korina. Our slut had been shot during Karen’s attack on us on Sunday. We almost lost Desiree that night, but Mary had wished for the demoness to heal our Latina slut before she died.

Finally, as the other sluts broke away, Karen hesitantly approached Korina.

“I’m sorry, Korina,” she whispered, tears building in her eyes. “It’s all my fault. I…I was wrong to try and hurt Master and Mistress.”

“It’s okay,” Korina said, gently caressing Karen’s face. “We all make mistakes.”

The tears spilled down Karen’s face as she embraced Korina. Their kiss was gentle and loving. Maybe it was wrong to dominated these women, but they were all so happy. What did it matter if the happiness wasn’t real?

It didn’t.

A place was made for Korina at the table. Xiu sat down next to her and helped her eat. I sat back down next to Mary and realized we had been fighting about something, I just couldn’t remember what it was. Korina was back home where she belonged and when I looked over and smiled at Mary, I couldn’t remember. Whatever it was we were bickering about really didn’t matter.

After dinner, Mary and I asked Jessica to tell us what she’s learned.

“Well, Master, I’m sure you know the FBI wants you as a terrorist.”

I nodded, unable to help my proud smile. “What else?”

“You are either a suspect or a person of interest in several different incidents,” she began, reading off her iPad. “There was the gas attack on the Buy Best last week. The robbery of a jewelry store.” She glanced at her iPad again. “Mistress is thought to be your accomplice or your prisoner. Her boyfriend believes she was forced to break up with him while being raped. He was quite vocal when he was interviewed with his fiancee.” Jessica squirmed. “His fiancee tried to sleep with my cameraman right in front of Mike and me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore,” laughed Mary. I smiled, remembering the orders I gave the asshole. I hoped Mike loved being cuckolded by that slut I ordered him to marry. “Although the sex part was true. Mark had his cock up my ass while I ate out Vivian when I broke up with Mike.”

“Okay, Mistress,” Jessica nodded, and looked on her iPad to find her place again. “Eh, there are rumors of a wild party that closed the space needled last Saturday night and that three of the waitresses have been missing ever since. The Seattle Police are looking to question both of you about Violet Matheson’s kidnapping. Xiu’s parents and Fiona’s boyfriend have both filed missing person reports. Master is suspected in a string of robberies and sexual assaults at banks in Tacoma, though none of the ‘victims’ believe they were in any way assaulted. The authorities believe you use some sort of gas that makes people open to suggestion, although no toxicology reports have identified the substance, yet.”

“Do the FBI know where we’re living?” I asked.

“Not the FBI,” Jessica answered. “The Puyallup Police do, but I know you have them under your power. I did a report today, pointing out how they support you.”

“Anything else?”

“There’s a reporter, Carlos Gutierrez, who’s preparing a story on you for Friday. He’s digging into what little past you have. You don’t have much of an internet presence. A Facebook account with a few friends. You have no arrest record.”

“Good job, Jessica,” I praised and she flushed darkly.

“I live to serve, Master,” she purred Then she swallowed, pausing before asking, “Um, can I ask a favor, Master?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I interview you for tomorrow’s news broadcast.” Jessica tensed. “I would show the world that you’re not someone to fear.”

I glanced at Mary and she nodded her head.

“Okay.”

“Good. My cameraman will come by tomorrow morning and we’ll tape it.” She paused, glancing down at her iPad. “Oh, there is one more weird thing I learned today before I left the studio. I’m not sure if this is anything.”

“What?” Mary asked.

“There have been reports of men and teenage boys in the vicinity of your house that have been having strange exhaustion. They go to bed feeling fine and wake up physically drained. Doctors report it is like the person spent days of continuous exertion in a single night. All the men report the same thing about vivid dream of a silver haired woman being intimate with them. It started Monday night. And the phenomenon is clustered about this address in a six mile radius.”

“Lilith,” Mary murmured.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilith said, appearing out of the shadows.

Lust rolled across the room and my cock instantly hardened. Lilith was a voluptuous woman, the very embodiment of a sex goddess. Big, full tits that seemed to defy gravity topped with large nipples. A round face with full, lush lips and bedroom eyes. Her silver hair fell tousled about her like she had just been good and fucked. Her pussy was covered by silvery pubic hair, matted with her desire.

Fuck, I had to have her.

“How may I serve, Mistress?” Lilith purred, touching Mary’s cheek. Mary bit her lip. It looked like she was struggling to fight off an orgasm. “Are you ready to use your final boon?”

“Are all these men falling exhausted your work, Lilith?” Mary demanded.

“Why yes,” Lilith moaned. “I’m drawn to the wet dreams of men.”

My lusts boiled over. I couldn’t fight them any longer.

I stood up and pushed Lilith down so she bent across the table, her heart-shaped ass wiggled at me. Lilith face turned back to me and, for instant, I saw anger and hatred flash across her face before it returned to the sensuous, come-fuck-me look Lilith normally displayed.

That look didn’t stop me from slamming my cock into her cunt.

I came the moment I slid into the wet passion of her cunt, the pleasure hammering through my body. Sex was never more intense then with the demoness. Every bit of her flesh ignited my body. My cock never went soft and I just kept fucking her. Pleasure roared through my body and I was quickly cumming again.

“Take my cum, bitch!” I growled as I pounded her, my balls convulsing as I erupted again.

Mary climbed up on the table and shoved Lilith’s mouth against her cunt. My fiancee screamed out her orgasm instantly, grinding on the demoness. Waves of lust rolled through the room, slamming into everyone. The sluts attacked each other, just as effected by Lilith’s lust aura as I was. Desiree and Alison fell into a sixty-nine. Fiona knelt before Korina’s chair and pulled off her sweat pants and dived into Korina’s shaved pussy. Violet crawled beneath Fiona, and the redhead sat on Violet’s face. The young woman ate Fiona’s red-furred pussy with enthusiasm. Thamina and Jessica were grinding their pussies on each other’s thighs, Chasity was eating out Lillian’s pussy, and Xiu furiously masturbated.

I fucked Lilith’s pussy hard, her ass jiggling as my groin slammed into her. I wondered what her asshole would feel like. I came a fifth time in her pussy and pulled out my cock. I regretted that. The pleasure left me, but my body still craved it. So I quickly slammed my cock up her ass.

“Take my cock, whore!” I hissed. “Fuck, that’s an amazing feeling! You love it! You just love my cock. You’re a cock-crazed, demonic slut!”

Lilith’s ass was so tight, a velvet grip that caused me to cum so hard my vision blackened for a moment. I fought it off, my hips kept pumping. I couldn’t stop fucking her, my cock erupting with an orgasm every few strokes. My balls tingled and stars danced before me.

“Fuck! Your ass is amazing! You’re such a slut, Lilith!”

Lilith’s bowels squeezed rhythmically on my ass, every clench sending pleasure through my body and cum spewing out of my cock. She was draining my balls dry. She glanced back on me, a smirk on her face and hatred in her eyes. My vision swam and the room darkened.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

To be continued…

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