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Agent Heinrich: Are you okay? Do we need to get you anything?

Raelene Carter: No. I…I’m fine.

Officer Vinters: Did you see anything unusual at the church around noon today?

R.C.: What? That’s what you want to know? Not why those assholes kidnapped me?

A.H.: All the cultist are dead. They killed themselves before we raided them, but we have a loose end. A man hired them to kill Mark Glassner.

O.V.: It’s very important that we find this man. We believe he met with the cult this afternoon.

R.C.: You mean…the man that they wanted to…to…[incoherent sobbing]

A.H.: What did they want to do with you?

R.C.: Sacrifice me to their fucking god! Can you believe that shit?

O.V.: But did you see the man? Can you describe him?

R.C.: Not really. Fat. Short. Looked like a slob. Never saw him before. Are you sure they’re all dead? Please, please…let them…be…[incoherent sobbing]

A.H.: [A.H. slapped table with hand] And are you sure you didn’t see anything. This is more important than your sobbing!

R.C.: No! I didn’t see a fucking thing, bitch!

—Excerpt from victim interview, Case #124-43988540, Fife Police Department, 6/14/13

Mary Sullivan

My sisters eagerly followed me. Shannon was right behind me, her body trembling with excitement. She knew what was about to happen. She was eager for me to make her cum. I liked this new Shannon. She hadn’t been a bitch at all to me tonight.

“Wait up!” Missy called as Shannon and I climbed the stairs.

Shannon frowned, disappointment crossing her face. She didn’t want Missy around. My older sister was eager to keep fooling around with me. I loved my wish. It made women eager to do whatever I wanted, their bodies burning with lusts for me. I was so glad it worked on my sisters. I bet it would even work on my whore of a mother.

If she ever showed up again, I would have so much fun punishing her. I would make her ass red.

I dismissed my whore mother from my mind. I had two sexy sisters to play with tonight. We would dive into the depths of sisterly incest. Stolen kisses and playing footsies were one thing, but tonight I would eat both their pussies. We would writhe in incestuous passion tonight.

I opened the door to my bedroom I shared with Mark. The sluts had made the bed up while we were in the shower, putting on clean sheets. Mark and I had a pleasant afternoon, first we had fucked a pair of virgin teenagers, and then we spent a few, pleasant hours making love. I think Mark was a little jealous of how much time I would spend with my friend Alice when we would meet for our trysts at the Blue Spruce. I was more than happy to prove to Mark that I could spend just as much time making love with him.

But now, I wanted to make love with my sisters. They were both beautiful. Shannon with her flaming red hair, not the drab auburn I inherited, and those breasts. Mine were nice a perky, but so were Shannon’s and they were bigger. Mike, my ex, would always stare at Shannon’s tits, making me so jealous.

Missy was beautiful in a different way. She was skinny and lithe, and always full of youthful energy. Her hair was a gorgeous, strawberry-blonde that I always envied. We had shared a bedroom all our lives, learning to ignore each other when we would masturbate beneath our covers.

We could have had so much fun if we weren’t bound by morals.

“What a nice bedroom,” Shannon purred as she stepped in. “And a comfy bed.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I purred.

Shannon didn’t resist when I pulled her in for a kiss. My older sister melted against my body. Her round breasts pressed against my small tits. Shannon’s tongue slid into my mouth, wrestling with my own as we relived our kiss from earlier.

She tasted so delicious. It was so wicked to kiss my older sister.

I shuddered as her hands roamed my back, sliding down my bare skin, to the silky fabric of my skirt. Her fingers traced the edge before she pushed down farther to cup my plump ass through the thin silk of my short skirt.

Her touch made my pussy clenched. I returned the favor, squeezing her ass through her skinny jeans. Her butt-cheeks were firm and perky. Shannon liked to work out, her body so toned. I groaned, moaning into the kiss as we writhed against each other.

“Oh, my gosh!” Missy gasped. “What are you two doing?”

I broke the kiss with Shannon, leaving my older sister gasping for air, and reached out. I snagged Missy by the shoulder and pulled her to me. “We’re just expressing how much we love each other.”

“But…but,” Missy started to protest, but I silenced her with a kiss.

Missy’s mouth was frozen, her lips sealed in shock. I savored my younger sister’s lips, pulling her lithe body against mine. I kept kissing her and moving my lips. Missy shuddered as her desire for me built in her body.

With a moan, she was overwhelmed and her lips parted, allowing my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted of watermelon lip gloss and chocolate cake. I savored it as our tongues caressed each other. My pussy heated up. I had both my sisters to play with tonight.

Missy’s slim body pressed tight against me. I roamed her body with my hand. I slid up her side to cup her budding breasts, cupping her small tit beneath the white bodice of her yellow dress. She shuddered, her nipple so hard.

“That is hot,” Shannon groaned as she watched us. “Oh, wow, I can’t believe this is happening.”

I could. I had dreamed about this ever since Lilith told us about the Mowdah ritual. To see people’s auras, and therefor recognize a nun on sight, I needed to make one of my sisters cum and rub her pussy juices in my eyes. The lust had built all week long, and now I was eager to indulge in the taboo passion.

Missy’s dress was held up by thin, shoulder straps. I slid it off her right shoulder and then off her left shoulder. I broke the kiss and Missy stood wide-eyed, licking her lips as I pulled down her dress. The dress slipped down her body, briefly bunching at her hips before it fell down to puddle at her feet. My younger sister stood nearly naked, wearing only a strapless, gray bra and a matching pair of gray, silk panties with a pink bow over her pudenda.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” I whispered.

Shannon hugged me from behind and whispered into my ear, “Yes.”

My older sister’s tongue licked my earlobe. I shivered as the pleasure tingled through me. I could feel naked skin pressing against my back and hard nipples. I was too busy kissing Missy to notice when Shannon had removed her lilac top and bra. I pressed back, enjoying the feel of her bare tits.

My pussy burned between my thighs.

Missy trembled before me. “Mary…this can’t be right.”

“Shh, it’s alright, babydoll. Nothing we do in this room is wrong. In fact, I’m going to make you feel so right.”

“Okay, Mary,” Missy breathed as my powers worked on her. She wanted to please me. She had to. I had made my Pact with the Devil for this power.

Missy jumped as I reached out and fingered her bra cup. Her skin was warm and silky. I slipped a finger underneath the cup to feel her supple flesh beneath. I was delighted to find the bra clasped in the front and deftly undid it, her bra sliding off her arms and shoulder to lie on the floor.

Missy instinctively moved her hands to hide her budding breasts topped with dusky nipples. Her tits were as freckled as mine, and her nipples were the same dark shade, although they looked slightly bigger than mine. I grabbed her hands and pushed them back down to her sides. Her nipples were hard with desire and her breasts rose as her breath quickened.

Missy licked her lips, staring wide eyed as Shannon kissed the nape of my neck.

“Don’t you want to see our baby sisters pussy?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Ohh, I would love to,” Shannon purred, consumed with incestuous lust. “C’mon, babydoll, let’s see how cute your pussy is. I haven’t seen you naked since you were four and you said ‘big girls bathe themselves.’”

Missy shook her head. “I’m too embarrassed.”

“You let Damien see your pretty, little pussy,” Shannon cooed. “And stick his pretty, little cock in it. So don’t be shy. It’s just us girls, now.”

Missy just flushed and looked down.

“Maybe if you saw your sisters’ pussy that would make you feel better?” Shannon purred.

My older sister was taking charge. It was so sexy as she helped me seduce our younger sister into incestuous passion. I squeezed my thighs together. I needed to cum so bad.

“Okay,” Missy nodded, her eyes wide.

Shannon pulled the zipper down the back of my dress. My tight dress suddenly loosened and slipped off my shoulders. I wiggled my shoulders and the dress slid down my body, landing in a pile at my feet. I was naked underneath, save for a black garter belt holding my black stockings up and a thin pair of black panties.

“Wow,” Missy said in amazement. “You look sexy in those stockings.”

“What a naughty girl,” purred Shannon and she squeezed my plump ass with one hand. “But let’s get you fully naked.”

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, hooking my fingers in my French-cut panties and pushed them off my hips, exposing my dripping pussy to my little sister’s hungry eyes.

“You shaved your pussy hairs, all except that cute little heart,” Missy whispered. “Wow.”

“I showed you mine, baby sister,” I said, “Let’s see yours.”

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Mark Glassner

“Sean, you’re my future father-in-law, so why don’t you choose first,” I grinned as I watched the sluts preen naked before us. They were eager to have fun.

Sean swallowed and glanced at me. “I…I haven’t been with a woman since…” Since his wife left him. “I…”

I nodded. “Isn’t it time to change that? Choose one and you’ll have a night to remember.”

“God, they’re so beautiful,” he groaned, standing up. His eyes flicked around them, and then he settled on Fiona. “The redhead.”

I grinned. Did he want to fuck any of his daughters? Fiona had the tits of Shannon and the strawberry-blonde locks of Missy. I knew Mary didn’t want to cross that line with her father, which was a shame, I would love to watch her with Sean.

It would be so fucking kinky.

“Mmm, you won’t regret it, sir,” Fiona’s purred.

“No, you won’t,” I agreed.

Her blue eyes sparkled with lust. Fiona sauntered across the room, her breasts jiggling. Sean swallowed as she stopped before him. Then she pushed Sean down into the recliner and draped herself across his lap. Her lips glued to his, her mouth working. Sean sat there rigid, for a moment, and then his arms wrapped around her and he was kissing her back with equal passion.

“Fuck, this is really happening,” Damien groaned.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Make your choice.

Damien grabbed Desiree. I wasn’t surprised.

“Your tits are so big,” he moaned. “Like Mrs. Corra, my math teacher.” He slowly reached out and squeezed her big tit. “It’s so…soft and yet firm.”

“Not so hard,” Desiree winced. “A women needs to be touched gently. At least, until you know when she wants you to be rough.”

“Will you show me,” he grinned, “how to please a women?”

“Of course I will, mi Hermosa,” Desiree purred.

Sean was to lost in making out with Fiona to catch the implication of that statement. From what I gathered in the bathroom, Missy wasn’t terribly satisfied with Damien’s performance. The boy was eager, and Desiree was soon stretched out on the couch talking him through feeling up her breasts.

Thamina shyly went to George. Thamina always grew shy around strangers. Her strict, Muslim upbringing had shamed her from pursuing the desires of her body and, despite my commands liberating her, she still had a few hangups. George cupped her chin and gently kissed her until she stopped trembling. He sat her down in the other recliner, spread her dusky thighs, and buried his face into her pussy. Thamina moaned in appreciation.

George, it seemed, didn’t need lessons in how to please a woman.

“Shh,” Fiona hushed my future father-in-law, placing a finger on her lips as her other hand was busy with his pants. “Let me take care of you.”

She rose and freed Sean’s cock. His dick poked at the waxed lips of her pussy as she guided him into her hole, then she sank down. Sean shuddered and groaned, bucking beneath her, his face twisted in delight.

“Sorry,” he gasped as he prematurely shot his load. “It’s been so long.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Fiona purred, rising on his cock. He was still hard after cumming. A nubile, young woman could make for impressive, all-natural Viagra. “Now that the first one is out of the way, you’ll last much longer.”

“Sheesh,” Sean muttered. “I’ve forgotten how amazing this was.”

On the couch, Desiree was teaching Damien how eat a woman’s cunt. She was stretched out, one leg thrown over the top of the couch, the other dangling off the side. Her large breasts heaved as she writhed and bucked on Damien’s eager lips.

“Mmm, that’s good. The clitoris is very sensitive, so be gentle with it. Yes, nice, slow rubs. Don’t be afraid to kiss it and suck on it, but watch your…uuhh…your teeth!” she panted, playing with her nipples as Damien eagerly sucked at her pussy.

“This is better than I thought,” Damien groaned.

“Trust me, a woman loves a man that can eat her pussy. Your little Missy will love it, mi Hermosa.”

My cock was hard in my pants, and then I realized the flaw in our plan. Mary wanted to make love to both her sisters alone at first. She would text me when she was ready for me to join her. In the meantime, I was supposed to make sure her father and her sisters’ boyfriends were distracted. They were. But we only had three sluts stay in the house. I should have had a fourth slut stay so I could have someone to play with.

I considered going next door where the other sluts were at. I smiled; they probably having themselves a fun, girlie orgy. I almost left when Fiona’s writhing ass caught my gaze. Her cheeks clenched and jiggled as she rode Sean’s cock. She had a free hole. And Sean would soon be my father-in-law, so we were practically family. Why not share a whore with him?

I walked over to the chair, my cock bumping into Fiona’s ass.

“Are you…uhh…going to fuck my ass, Master?” Fiona panted, forgetting how to address me in front of company. Well, the cat was out of the bag, so what did it matter.

“Yeah, slut,” I told her, squeezing her tight cheeks. “I’m going to ream your sexy ass.”

I slid into her extra tight ass. Sean’s cock filled her cunt, making her bowels into a velvet grip. I shuddered as I pushed deeper and deeper, thrusting the slut down Sean’s cock. Fiona shuddered, her back arching as I filled her bowels.

“Yes, Master!” she purred.

“What—” Sean started to protest and Fiona sealed her lips over his, stifling his objections as she fucked us both, rising and wiggling her hips, finding a rhythm to pleasure the two of us. I matched her rhythm, my balls slapping into her over and over.

Fiona broke her kiss and panted, “Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Master. And Mr. Sullivan’s dick feels so good in my pussy! Thank you, Master! Thank you for this wonderful joy!”

“You’re welcome, slut,” I growled as I pounded her harder. Fiona matched my rhythm, writhing in delight.

“Yes, yes, suck my tits!” Sean groped her breasts and sucked Fiona’s red nipple into his mouth. “So good! Oh, yes! I’m gonna cum so hard, Master.”

“God, your ass feels amazing, slut!” I growled, slamming deeper into her tight bowels.

“Mmm, do you love fucking my slutty ass, Master?” Fiona cooed. “Are you going to cum in my ass? Are you going to fill my slutty ass with your hot cum?”

“Fucking slut,” I groaned, her words shooting right down to my balls.

My balls tightened as the tip of my cock ached. I fucked Fiona’s ass as hard as I could, shoving her cunt down onto Sean’s cock. My future father-in-law gasped in pleasure as Fiona’s cunt slammed down on him over and over. I fucked her harder. I was so close.

“I’m gonna cream your ass, slut,” I growled. My body tensed.

“Please do it, Master!”

My balls erupted. I buried into her ass, growling in delight as my cum spurted. Blast after blast flooded her ass. She shuddered, her body bucking as her own orgasm burned through her. Her bowels massaged my cock, and I bet her pussy milked Sean’s dick.

“Oh, man!” Sean moaned as he thrust up into her, cumming in her cunt. “Oh, man! That’s feels so good! It’s been so long!”

“Mmm, yes! Pour your cum in my hungry cunt and asshole,” Fiona purred. “Two men at once! I’m the luckiest slut!”

I smiled as I pulled out of her ass. I sank down on the ottoman and watched her ass clench as she shuddered, her orgasm reaching its peak. My dirty cum leaked out, dripping down her crack as she held the groaning Sean to her breasts.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I love cum shooting in my slutty cunt! Yes!”

More cum was forced out her ass as she collapsed onto Sean. Fiona gasped her breath before she slipped off Sean’s cock and knelt before me. Her hand grasped my dick and she licked up my shaft, cleaning her ass from my cock like a dutiful slut. My cock throbbed as her tongue reached the tip.

“Wow,” Sean panted, lying back in the chair.

“You did good, slut,” I grinned, stroking Fiona’s hair.

Fiona sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling as she savored her sour ass staining my dick. I savored the pleasure and looked around the living room.

George was fucking Thamina now, leaning over her as the recliner rocked from the force of their fucking. Thamina’s dusky legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him hard into her cunt. Her headscarf was half hanging off her head, exposing her beautiful, black hair. The colorful fabric spilled across her breasts, a nipple peaking out from beneath a tasseled hem.

“Sorry,” Damien apologized. I looked back to see Damien between Desiree’s legs, his cum splattering her stomach.

“It’s okay. Most young men are a little trigger happy,” Desiree purred as she stroked his cock. “Mmm, you feel like you’re ready to go again.”

“Wow, you’re wetter than Missy was,” Damien groaned as Desiree guided her cock into her cunt. “Oh, fuck! How are you squeezing my cock with your pussy?”

“Kegals!” Desiree giggled.

“You feel so much better than Missy,” Damien groaned.

“You just have to treat Missy right,” Desiree murmured, “then she’ll be a randy bitch for you. Besides, Master’s going to show Missy how to treat a man. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I won’t?” Damien asked. “How can she compare to you, Desiree?”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Desiree purred and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his pumping hips.

“I’m serious, I think I love you,” Damien panted.

“No, you don’t,” Desiree said, stroking his face. “You just love how my pussy’s making your cock feel right now. That’s lust, not love. Love is more pure, it’s about just wanting to be with them. Enjoying their company. Helping them out. And missing them when they’re gone. Its about trust and intimacy.”

“I thought I had that with Tiffany,” Sean suddenly said, rubbing his face. “God, I still miss her.”

“Tiffany, that’s Mary’s mom?” I asked. Mary never told me her mother’s name.

“Yeah,” Sean sighed. “I don’t know what went wrong. I thought everything was just fine. I mean, we fought sometimes, but it was nothing serious. I really thought she loved me and then…then she just changed. It was like she became a different person. Wild and lusty, wanting to have fun and party. I wish I could just hate her.”

“Sorry,” I said, feeling uncomfortable. “I don’t know what I’d do without Mary.”

“It’s like a part of me was ripped away,” Sean sighed. “Every day it hurts. Thirteen damn-long years and I still love her.” He grabbed his wine and downed it. “Fuck, I must be drunk.”

I pushed Fiona off my cock. She was surprised—it was rare I didn’t let a slut suck me until I came—and then she took the hint and slid onto Sean’s lap. She pulled Mary’s father to her and he started crying. George and Damien were too lost in their fuckings to notice. Then, Fiona stood up, and led Sean to a bedroom on the first floor. Sean trailed after her like a lost boy, head hanging down, just stumbling behind her.

I squirmed at the sudden emotion. The poor guy.

Around me, Damien furiously pumped his cock in and out of Desiree while sucking at her big tits. George fucked Thamina hard, their groins smacking together with loud slaps and the recliner rocking. Thamina moaned in pleasure.

A burning hatred for Mary’s mother filled my heart. Sean was great guy, and Mary and her sisters were great gals, and Tiffany just left them from some fucking musician. If I ever got my hands on Tiffany, I would leave her howling for all the pain she caused.

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Sister Theodora Mariam – Miami, FL

I sneezed as I climbed out of the cab.

“Bless you,” Antsy giggled, sliding out after me.

I was glad to be out of the cab. It reeked of body odor trying to be covered by cheap, sour cologne. The cabbie, a black Haitian that barely spoke any English, spent the entire drive over to the Pirate’s Rum Bar and Grill jabbering away in Haitian creole on his bluetooth.

The place looked pretty disgusting on the outside, the type of dive bar you can find in resort towns, and hoped it wasn’t as bad on the inside. I spent too much time in dive bars when I was enslaved by Kurt Bronson, thirteen years ago.

Back when I was Tiffany Sullivan, happy wife and mother.

I closed my eyes, fighting off the tears as I thought of my husband. It still hurt to think of Sean, my daughters, and all that was stolen from me, but I forced the pain down. I was on a mission from the Creator. I needed to fuck Antsy, a girl that wasn’t even slightly bi-curious.

I already had her half-convinced to have a threesome with me and a guy we picked up at a bar. It was the reason we were here. I needed to get Antsy in bed so I could perform the Prayer of Avvah on her and make her a trap for her brother, the Warlock Mark, to fall into.

Antsy strolled up to me dressed in a her tightest pants, low-hipped ass hugging jeans that had sparkling hearts on the back pockets, drawing the eye to her youthful curves. Her top was a loose thing, tied around her neck and lower back, the colorful cloth cupped her breasts and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Around her belly was a gold chain that drew her eyes to her exposed stomach. Her jeans were so low cut, her red thong was clearly visible wrapping around her hips and disappearing down the front and back of her pants.

The mom in me disapproved of her wearing such slutty clothing. The bisexual woman in me just thought how fucking hot she looked and how much I wanted to be those jeans hugging her gorgeous body. Delicious.

“This is so exciting,” Antsy giggled. The girl had come to Miami to party and was eager to have another night of drinking, dancing, and hot sex with a stud.

“Yeah,” I lied. I didn’t feel excited inside. I felt suddenly homesick, but I was Sister Theodora Mariam, and I had my mission from God, and come hell or high water, I was going to fuck pretty little Antsy tonight.

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