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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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The Goddess took my breath away the first time I saw Her. The fact that I was sitting on a toilet in the ladies room at the Clam Diver didn’t change how glorious She was. I had never seen a woman more beautiful. Even my wife Samantha, our God’s mortal sister, paled before our Goddess’s radiance. I worshiped Her that night. She taught me such sweet submission and tasty delights.

—The Slave Chronicles 1:1

Lilith – The Abyss

I followed the black chains north. The land sped beneath me. I crossed over the Puget Sound onto the Key Peninsula as I sped through the Shadows. The coast flashed by. The chains led to a town, Port Orchard, on the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which connected the Puget Sound to the Pacific Ocean. I followed the chains through the town and reached a quaint lodging on the coast. I dived into their room.

Both women were in bed, their aura black and Mark’s chains thick around their necks. A busty blonde with big tits, both nipples pierced with gold rings, was on her back while the other woman, a short, lithe, black-haired woman with small, apple-sized breasts, ate out her cunt. They were beautiful.

“Oh, yes, Chantelle,” gasped the blonde as she writhed on her bed. Her wide, Slavic face contorted in pleasure, her breasts heaving as she panted her passion. The black-haired woman was quite skilled at eating cunt, her tongue flicking rapidly on the blonde’s clit as she fucked three fingers in and out of the blonde’s shaved pussy.

I examined their black souls, the sign of a Thrall. Their thick black chains led back to Mark while other connections led off them: family, close friends, former lovers. The pair were connected by entwined, black threads. Another pair of soul mates. How interesting. Wedding rings glinted on their fingers.

Yes, Washington State had legalized gay marriage last November.

This was perfect. I would need followers when I was freed from the Abyss. Mortals who worshiped me and served me. And in the meantime, I needed agents in the mortal’s world. My appearance was far too distracting to mortals. Preparations needed to be made before I was set free. The thought of stealing Mark’s own Thralls sent a delicious shiver through my body and my cunt moistened in excitement. I should have thought of this before.

I watched their lovemaking, waiting for them to fall asleep so I could examine their dreams. I needed to learn about their hopes, fears, and desires. So armed, I could seduce these two women to my cause.

They were passionate. Their lovemaking went on for some time. They changed positions often. Sometimes they would lick each other’s pussies at the same time, sometimes they would scissor their legs together. The two were drunk on each other, their relationship was clearly new. They must be on their honeymoon, as mortals called it—newly wedded. They cried out each other’s names as they made love, the blonde was Lana and the black-haired woman was Chantelle.

I drank in their lust. Such a beautiful sight.

But then a dream called to me. I shuddered. It was a man’s wet dream, burning with lust. My hungers flooded me. I wanted to follow the lust, to devour the man’s vitality. I groaned in delight as my pussy grew hot.

I glanced at the women. They wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. I could amuse myself.

I drifted out of the Shadows into the dreams, floating through a void of darkness. Around me hung the starry dreams of mortals. They shimmered with different colors, but the one that attracted me pulsed red with lust.

I touched the dream of a fat man sleeping beside his wife. My finger dipped in, and I peered into his dream to witness his disgusting passions. In his dream, he fantasized about fucking some redhead actress. She was dressed in tight, black leather, her pants pulled down to expose her nice ass and bare cunts. Men of this time were fascinated by hairless cunts. The man dreamed he was a Viking God, possessing the chiseled physique he lacked in life as he plowed the redhead from behind.

“Fuck me, Thor!” gasped the Starlet. “Umm, you’re so much hotter than the rest of the team!”

I snorted; as if that tub of lard could be a god or fuck a woman half as beautiful as the starlet.

I invaded the dream.

The redheaded actress vanished in a puff. “What,” gasped the disgusting pig.

He became speechless as I unveiled my perfect form. I was sex incarnate, my large breasts heaving without a hint of any sag, my bodies curves perfect. My silver hair billowed about my naked body. The man’s eyes burned with lust.

“Oh, yes,” he leered.

He had forgotten all about the starlet. She was a beautiful women, but all beauty failed when compared to me. I was Lilith, the original sex goddess. The first women created. I was perfection made flesh.

“Do you want to worship me?” I purred, my pussy aching to devour his vitality. “Do you want to experience the bliss of my temple?” I ran my finger down to my silvery pubic hair.

“God, yes!” he groaned, his eyes fixed on my fingers as they toyed with my wet labia.

“Even if you would never enjoy another woman again?” I gasped as I pushed him down onto the bed.

His hands found my heaving breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them. “Yes! To fuck you, I would give up all women!”

I shuddered in delight. His cock was hard and brushed at the wet folds of my pussy. “Umm, then you shall get to experience the heaven of my embrace.”

I shuddered as I sank down on him. He gasped beneath me, his hips bucking up as his cock instantly came, flooding me with his foul seed. I shuddered and drank his vitality. My hips undulated as I rode him.

“Yes, yes!” he gasped as he came again.

“Give me your lust! Give me your manhood! Worship my body!”

“Yes, Goddess!” he shuddered, his teeth clenching, His face grew ruddy as another orgasm shuddered through him.

Every time he came inside me, I stole more of his vitality. I arched my back, thrusting my perfect breasts forward. I rode him harder and harder, the more life force I stole, the faster I fucked him. I pushed the man far past his physical limits. He was lost to the pleasure. He didn’t care about anything but me, not his wife, and certainly not that redheaded starlet’s cunt.

And he definitely did not care about the weariness suffusing his body, the hammering of his heart, and the burning in his lungs. I lost count of how many times he came inside me, lost in the pleasure of his vitality rolling through my body.

Nothing was sweeter than slowly draining a man to the brink of death.

When I finished he was passed out, his heart frantically beating. It would take him days to recover. A smile crossed my lips. He would recover if his heart doesn’t give out first. His delicious vitality filled my belly, spreading warmth and energy through me. If the man didn’t die, he would never get another erection. I doubt even Viagra would work. I had robbed him of his manhood.

I savored my victory over him as I drifted back into the Shadows to watch Lana and Chantelle writhe in lesbian passion.

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Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

I groaned as the last of the piss dripped from my cock. The night was going great. Our characters were progressing through the dungeon, and my friends were enjoying the companionship of my sluts. It was fun showing off all my new toys. I had been so excited, I held off going to the bathroom until I thought I would explode.

I shook my cock, savoring the almost orgasmic pleasure of relieving a full bladder. I flushed and washed my hands. I opened the door and jumped in shock. Quatch was waiting outside the door in the dark hallway.

“Damn,” I muttered. In the dark, Quatch was almost like a monster, a troll maybe, just waiting to pounce. “There’s another bathroom upstairs. You didn’t have to wait.”

“Oh, I just wanted to talk to you in private,” Quatch said, his voice quiet. He shifted about. “So, um, you said you could make any woman my sex slave.”

“Yeah,” I told him. “Who do you want?”

Quatch handed me his phone. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m about to ask for this, but my sister’s been staying with me. And she’s a fucking cocktease, prancing around the apartment in her underwear. My dick’s hard all the time and all she does is call me a pervert for looking at her.”

“Sure, I’ll make Kim into your slut,” I replied. Kim was a smoking hot girl. I think Quatch got all the hair in his family, because her skin was always silky smooth.

“Fuck, really? You don’t…?”

“Think you’re a pervert.” I grinned at him. “I’m gonna fuck my mom.” I had to for her for a spell to protect my sluts. “And Mary’s sisters are coming over for dinner tomorrow night. We’re gonna have some fun. Plus, my own sister is turning into a hot piece of ass.” I couldn’t wait for Antsy to get home from her Miami vacation.

“Shit,” groaned Quatch.

I found Kim’s cell phone number and hit the call button. The phone rang and Kim answered, “Hey bro. How’s the nerds?”

“Kim, from now on, you’re going to be Quatch’s sex slave,” I told her. “You’ll happily do whatever nasty, depraved acts he wants and do it with a smile. You’ll live to please him.”

“Sure,” Kim purred.

I threw the phone to her brother. “She’s all yours.”

Quatch’s eyes were wide. He swallowed and said, “So, um, Kim, what did Mark tell you to do?” I couldn’t hear her response, but Quatch smiled and he straightened. “Good, I want you naked and ready to fuck when I get home.” I could just hear a throaty laugh over the phone. “Later, bitch!” Quatch smirked and hung. He looked at me, shaking his head. “They say you control people. It’s pretty obvious that you do, but there was no way you can gas someone over the phone.”

“I don’t use gas,” I told him. “Think of it like…hypnotism.” I clapped an arm on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get back to playing.”

“Yeah.” Quatch grinned. “We got to finish the dungeon off.”

Kim was right, we were bunch of nerds.

As the night grew later, the sluts grew tired, and I let them go into the living room to rest. We usually played until two or three in the morning, fueled by mountain dew and energy drinks. Lillian meshed well with the group, just as an intense gamer as the rest of us were.

Around one in the morning, Mary stumbled into the house.

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Mary Sullivan – Tacoma, WA

I danced with so many woman I lost track of their numbers. As the music pulsed, I ground my pussy on their legs, their hips, their ass while they ground back against me. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered was the music, the woman I was writhing on, and that sweet release shuddering through my body as I climaxed on them.

But after a while, I needed a break. Those drinks had gone right through me.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drink and my bladder full. I found a stall open and burst in. Only it was occupied by a very startled woman, her skirt hiked up, and her panties around her ankles as she took a piss. She was tall, voluptuous woman with raven black hair streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the tight fabric of her black dress. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the breasts, exposing the inner slope of both of her large tits.

“Excuse me,” she gasped with indignation.

The memory of Fiona pissing on Korina in the hotel bathroom flashed in my head, followed by the time I had pissed all over Karen when we were humiliating her after the attack on Monday. A naughty thought trembled through me. Why should I waste my pee in the toilet when there was a beautiful mouth I could fill?

“You have a pretty mouth,” I giggled, buzzed from the appletinis I had consumed.

“Thanks,” the woman flushed. “Your mouth is pretty, too.”

“I’m Mary.”

I held out my hand. She took it and replied, “Avialle.”

Avialle, what a beautiful name. “I want to pee in your mouth,” I cooed. “Will you get down on your knees, fasten your mouth to my cunt, and let me fill you mouth with my tasty pee?”

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my crotch. She was trying to fight it, but a wave of desires washed through her as my powers affected her. “I … yes.” Her entire body seemed to flush, her face, her neck, and even her breasts.

Avialle slid off the toilet seat, knelt on the dirty bathroom floor, and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She nervously licked her lips as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a trance, she leaned forward and her lips latched onto my pussy.

“That’s it,” I sighed and closed my eyes. Her mouth was warm, her lips tight on my urethra. “Drink it all, slut.”

I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my urine flowed out of my urethra into the sluts mouth. She noisily swallowed, struggling to keep up. Yellow fluid leaked out of her mouth and ran down her neck into her dress. I sighed as my pussy tingled with pleasure. I shifted my hips, my bladder growing empty. My pussy throbbed in delight at the thrill of pissing in a pretty woman’s mouth.

I needed to do this more often.

“Oh, you are wild,” I groaned as the last of my pee dribbled out. “Now lick me clean. You’re also my toilet paper. Get every drop of my nasty piss staining my pussy.”

Avialle moaned as licked me clean. Her tongue was deft as she explored all the folds of my labia, sending fuzzy bliss through me. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft flesh as her lips worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast, and I had to grab the top of the stall to keep from falling over.

“Wow,” Avialle breathed, licking her lips. “That was amazing.”

“You’re such a pee slut,” I grinned. “Umm, so nasty. Give me your phone.”

Avialle handed me her phone and I sent myself a text message from the pee slut. “There. In case I ever need to piss in someone’s mouth again, I can reach you.”

“Absolutely,” Avialle gasped. “That was so erotic. I came without even touching myself.”

Avialle stood up and tried to kiss me, but I stopped her. “No, no, pee sluts don’t go kissing people with their dirty, piss stained lips. That’s disgusting!”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, her eyes filling with hurt tears.

“It’s okay,” I giggled. “It was your first time.”

I slipped out of the stall and headed back to the dance floor. I ground on more women out on the floor and drank more delicious appeltinis. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcohol ran right through my body. Both times I sought out my pee slut.

“I need you,” I purred the first time I found her.

“Yes!” she gasped, licking her lips.

I pulled her into the bathroom and all the stalls were full. So she just knelt down in the middle of the restroom, pushed up my skirt, and drank my piss. Women gasped in astonishment, and I winked back at them. “Play your cards right, and it could be you pissing in her mouth,” I groaned as Avialle drank my pee.

A few women smiled, so drunk on their lust for me they would do anything.

“That’s hot,” one said, shifting her hips.

“Feel free to use the slut,” I smiled as I finished pissing.

Avialle latched her mouth onto the new woman’s pussy. The woman shuddered as she released her piss, throwing back her head. I grinned at the depravity of it, but I itched to do more dancing. I headed back out, grabbing another appeltini to enjoy as I strut my stuff.

The second time I had to piss, I was dancing with this sexy girl that had half her hair dyed cotton candy blue and the other half died bright pink. Her name was Candy, and she tasted sweet. I was fingering her pussy when I saw Avialle. I really didn’t have to pee, but I was so drunk, I couldn’t resist using her right now.

“Pee slut,” I moaned.

Avialle’s eyes widened as I beckoned.

“Oh, wow,” Candy groaned. She ground on my ass and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Is she going to eat your pussy.”

“She’s going to drink my piss,” I shuddered as Avialle latched her lips onto my pussy. I groaned and forced out my piss. There wasn’t much, but it was so hot. My pussy clenched as the pleasure built. And then I came.

“What a nasty slut,” laughed Candy as I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me.

“She’s so nasty,” I gasped, bucking my hips as her tongue licked my pussy clean. “She loves pee now.”

“Umm, I got to pee,” moaned Candy, nuzzling into my ear.

“You heard her, Avialle,” I grinned, pulling away.

Avialle eagerly shuffled her knees and buried her face beneath Candy’s skirt. She had become quite the pee slut this night. Her lips fastened to Candy’s shaved cunt and I wrapped my arms around Candy’s waist, grinding on her hip and kissing her.

“Fuck,” Candy gasped as she relaxed her body. The tension melted out of her as she pissed into Avialle’s mouth. “Oh, that’s so hot! She’s drinking my piss.”

Candy squealed as Avialle licked her pussy clean of every nasty drop. I played with Candy’s tit as the young woman came. She moaned her orgasm and shuddered in my arms as she ground on Avialle’s hot mouth.

I was tired, but still buzzing on Alcohol and the thrill of watching Candy piss in Avialle’s mouth. I pulled Candy to a nearby couch and pushed her down. We kissed, our tongues dancing as she writhed beneath us. Our skirts hiked up and I shuddered as our pussies brushed. My hips humped.

I loved tribbing a sexy bitch.

The couch groaned beneath us as we tribbed. Our clits kissed together, sparking pleasure through me. I fucked my hips to the beat of the dubstep. Her arms roamed my body. My heart thudded in my chest. My excitement burned through me.

“Oh, damn!” Candy gasped beneath me. “You are so fucking wild! Oh, fuck! Keep rubbing on my clit!”

“Are you gonna cum, slut?” I groaned, my own orgasm building in my system. Other women watched, some were my former dance partners. I reveled in the excitement, tribbing Candy harder. Every time my clit stroked through her pussy lips I trembled in delight. The image of Lilith and her girl-cock filled my mind.

I could fuck her so hard if my clit was a cock.

“Fuck!” Candy gasped and bucked hard beneath me as she came. I held her, my clit on fire, throbbing with desire. I brushed her clit and shuddered as my own orgasm burst through me. I savored the bliss hammering my mind.

Candy fell limp beneath me. She had passed out.

Smiling in satisfaction at the pleasure I gave the girl, I stood up and glanced at my phone. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. It was time to go. I had enough fun for the night. I knew every woman here would be hoping I came back.

I found Chasity sleeping in her squad car when I drunkenly rapped on the window. “Hey, slut!” I giggled and almost fell over.

“Did you have fun, Mistress?” my cop slut asked as she stretched.

“Yes,” I giggled and then slipped on the curb and landed on my butt. I sat there loudly laughing as the street swam around me. “I think I’m drunk, Chasity.”

“I thinks you’re right, Mistress,” she replied, helping me up.

I soundly kissed her for being such a good slut before I crawled into the backseat. It was so warm and cozy, and suddenly I was so sleepy. The car started up and pulled away from the curb. I closed my eyes, and I was rocked to sleep by Tacoma’s potholes.

The next thing I knew, Chasity was shaking me awake.

“What?” I asked, confused as I shook off sleep.

“We’re home, Mistress,” Chasity answered.

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living room was a mess. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end table. Alison and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the girls body. On one of the recliners, Willow softly snored, jizz oozing out her cunt and more matted her black hair. On the other recliner, Violet and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Violet, her ass being gripped by Violet’s hands and cum oozed out of both of Jessica’s holes.

A naughty smiled flitted across my lips. The boys had been busy.

My stomach rumbled, and I found a slice of cold pizza, in one of the boxes and wolfed it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme before she headed to bed. I grabbed a second slice and followed the shouts to the dining room. Mark, his D&D friends, and Lillian sat around the dining room table. A beige mat divided into squares by blue lines was spread out on the table. Someone had drawn on with overhead pens and figures lay scattered about the mat.

I walked in and draped myself across Mark’s lap, his cock going rock hard as I squirmed. Pleased that I was arousing my man, I kissed him on the lips.

“Did you have fun?” he asked. “Because you reek of pussy?”

I giggled. “I did. I just have to go back to that club again.”

To be continued…

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