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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 Ritual of Zimmah will jealously guard your servants from the control of others. No Priestess’s prayers, no Warlock’s spell, and no demonic pact will pry their souls from you. They shall remained chained to you for eternity, even beyond death. They shall share your fate—damnation in the Abyss.

—excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Sandra “Sandy” Glassner

“I love you, too,” I whispered to my son as his head rested on my breasts. His cock was in me and his cum had flooded my pussy. He had felt so amazing inside of me.

It hit me then; I wasn’t a lesbian. The sex with my son was too amazing for me to be gay. A strange relief swept over me. I was bi, certainly, but not gay. I don’t know why, but my guilt vanished. I just savored my son and the pleasure we shared.

My eyes widened. I wasn’t on the pill, and Mark had just pumped what felt like a gallon of cum inside of me. David had a Vasectomy years ago. Was my son going to make a baby inside me? A new life? Was there proof of our new, incestuous love growing inside of me?

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

Mark rolled off me and held onto my right thigh. Mary seized my left thigh. They were keeping my legs spread open. Why? I looked at them both in confusion. “What’s going on? Is it…kinky?”

“Yes,” Mark grinned. He looked so much like a boy when he did that.

“Don’t be scared,” Mary whispered. “We need you for a spell.”

“Spell?” I frowned, and then I jumped when the young woman entered the room.

She was barely legal, maybe eighteen or nineteen, with bubblegum-pink hair and she was completely naked. Her small breasts were pierced by silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and there was a tattoo above her pussy. “Cum on in,” it read, an arrow pointing to her slit so there could be no confusion what the little slattern meant.

“Who…what?”

“Relax, Mom,” Mark said.

My heart beat faster as the girl knelt down on the bed and crawled between my thighs. I wanted to close my legs, but my son and his fiancee kept them open.

“Shh, this won’t hurt,” Mary said and kissed me. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” I nodded. I trusted her. I would do anything she asked of me. I would even let them cast their spell. This was so wrong. Witchcraft was a sin.

Like fucking my son, and I loved that.

* * *

Alison Hertz

This is it, my subconscious whispered in excitement as my lips neared Master’s mother’s dripping pussy. Time to be bound to Master forever.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I leaned in and licked the combined fluids of mother and son. The salty, spicy mess felt wonderful on my tongue. This was the best creampie I had ever eaten in my life.

“Zimmah,” Master spoke.

Master shuddered, his mother gasped, and I writhed as energy flowed out of his mother’s pussy into my body. Something about my neck tightened. For a moment, I thought I saw a black chain connecting me to Master. The chain forged of something so strong it could never be broken.

“Oh, Master, I’m yours forever, aren’t I?” I asked breathlessly.

“Forever, Alison,” Master answered.

I crawled up to him and kissed him on the lip. I was his forever.

Forever, agreed my subconscious. Perfect.

Yes, it was.

Desiree entered next, her big breasts heaving as she crawled between Master’s mother’s thighs. Mrs. Glassner’s face was wide with questions as she realized there was a line queuing behind Desiree. All the sluts and the bodyguards had to be bound to Master.

I sucked in my breath as Desiree leaned down. We would serve Master forever.

You should only focus on Master and stop wasting energy on her, hissed my subconscious.

I ignored her. Master and Mistress approved of the love I shared with Desiree. That was good enough for me.

“Zimmah,” Master commanded. His mother gasped and Desiree shuddered.

I made room as Desiree crawled up to Master, her eyes wide. “I’m yours forever, mi Rey.”

I clapped as Desiree kissed Master on the lips.

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons

I broke the kiss with mi Rey, my heart thudding with joy. It was the right time. I had the engagement ring trapped in my palm. This was it. We had just been bound to mi Rey and mi Reina forever. No nun could pry us apart.

I fell to my knees before Alison, staring up at my pink-haired love.

“Desiree,” whispered Alison, her eyebrows furrowing. “What are you doing?

“Alison, mi Sirenita,” I purred, taking my little mermaid’s left hand. “Since mi Rey claimed us, I have grown to love you deeply. You are so beautiful, innocent and whorish all at the same wonderful time.” I opened her hand, revealing the gold ring topped with a diamond. Two little mermaids were carved on the ring, their arms forming the mounting for the diamond. “Will you marry me?”

Alison glanced at mi Rey. I held my breath. He nodded.

“Oh yes, Desiree,” Alison squealed.

Tears burned in my eyes. Everyone clapped as I slipped the ring on my little mermaid’s finger.

“We’ll be together, forever,” Alison whispered as she hugged me. “Forever Master and Mistress’s slaves.”

I cried as I kissed her. I held her in my hands. Out of the corner of my eye, mi Reina wiped a tear from her cheek as she cuddled up against Mrs. Glassner. “Oh, that’s so beautiful.”

Then I was caught up in the celebration with Alison. Her tongue probed my mouth. I dueled with her tongue as she pulled me down to the ground. I stretched out beneath her. Her hands seized my breasts as her hot pussy tribbed against mine.

Alison broke the kiss, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Mmm, my sweet Desiree,” Alison moaned, staring at the diamond ring on her finger. “Let me thank you.”

I smiled as she slid down my body and buried her face into my snatch.

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Sandra “Sandy” Glassner

What was going on?

Another young woman, naked, with a doll’s face and beautiful, blue eyes crawled awkwardly between my legs. Her left arm was in a sling, a bandage covering her shoulder. She bent down and licked at my cum-filled pussy.

Mark whispered the words: “Zimmah.”

I gasped as power ran out of me into the girl. She shuddered and her eyes widened. She let out a soft moan, “Yours, Master and Mistress.”

I glanced at Mary, the question on my lip. She smiled and kissed me. The heat of her lips drove out my thoughts as the next naked, young woman crawled between my thighs and Mark said the words. Incestuous power leaked out of me.

Over and over it went as a stream of young women crawled between my thighs. Mary kept her lips on mine, keeping me locked in a state of perpetual excitement. When the eleventh girl—a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman—licked my cunt, nothing happened.

“There’s no more cum, Master,” she gasped, her dark eyes wide with panic.

“It’s okay, Willow,” Mary soothed, breaking the kiss. “Mark and his mother can make more.”

“We can,” I heard myself say as my pussy clenched in anticipation of the taboo delight.

I was eager to let Mark make more. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn’t care so long as I could feel Mark’s cock inside me again. My son had that boyish grin on his face as I pulled him on top of me.

He fucked me hard. We didn’t make love this time. He threw my thighs over his shoulders as he pounded into my pussy. Pleasure raced through me. The young woman all cheered my son on, calling him Master.

I didn’t care. My pussy was on fire.

“Mmm, let’s put that hungry mouth of yours to work,” Mary purred as she sat on my face and smeared her pussy against my hungry lips.

Mark lasted longer the second time. My pussy came twice on his wonderful cock, and I drank down Mary’s juices, savoring their sweet, spicy flavor. Mark grunted when he buried into me and flooded me with his cum.

Then the young women came.

The later ones were dressed in the slutty parody of cop uniforms, but they had real guns on their side. Ten more women licked my cunt and then I was empty of sperm. So, for the third time, I fucked my son. This time cowgirl style. I rode him passionately. Mary sat on his face and I made out with her as we rode my son.

Finally, the last woman, the twelfth one dressed as a slutty cop licked my pussy. We both shuddered as Mark said the words, then she kissed my son before walking out of the room.

The original thirteen girls, the once who weren’t dressed like slutty cops, were scattered about the room or out on the small, private deck; some were kissing, others were making love, and a few just cuddled. Desiree and Alison sat out on the deck, making out on a love seat. A Chinese girl with huge, pierced tits cuddled with the injured girl. The Muslim girl and the strawberry-blonde woman sixty-nined on the floor.

“What’s going on?” I finally asked my son. I was wrung out emotionally and physically.

I needed answers.

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Mark Glassner

“Well, Mom, I have powers,” I told her. “And so does Mary. People…like to do what I say, and, well, women just love Mary.”

My mom blushed as her eyes glanced over at Mary. “She is enchanting.”

“Well, there are people out there that want to stop us,” I continued, my dick throbbing—it was hot watching my mom and fiancee cuddle together. “They think what we’re doing is wrong.”

“On Monday, one attacked us,” Mary added. She motioned to Karen, the former nun turned slut. “This is Karen. She took control of several of the girls and overpower Mark and me.”

“I was bad then,” Karen nodded, her face saddened. “I didn’t know how kind and great Master and Mistress were. My actions caused Korina to be shot and Desiree to almost die.” Tears appeared in the slut’s eyes. “Master and Mistress punished me and then forgave me. Now I happily serve them.”

“More will come,” I said. “But now, thanks to you, we’ve protected ourselves against their most potent weapon.”

Mom gaped at me. “This is to much, Mark. I…I need some time.”

“Of course,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Choose a girl and she’ll take you to a bedroom. You can let her stay and warm you bed. She’ll be quite willing.”

Mom bit her lip. I could see the indecision on her eyes as she gazed at the sluts. They all preened for attention, eager to spend the night with my mother. Lust kindled in my mother’s eyes as she stared at the feast of their naked bodies.

I was beginning to corrupt her.

“They’ll do whatever I want?” she whispered.

“They will,” Mary purred. “Choose one and she’ll be your lesbian love slave.”

“We will,” Alison giggled. “Please, pick me and Desiree.”

“You are on TV,” my mom gasped, pointing at our caramel-skinned slut. “You’re Jessica St. Pierre, a reporter on KIRO 7 news.”

“Yes, I am,” Jessica beamed.

“You always looked so beautiful on TV,” Mom gushed. “Would you mind…?”

“I’d be honored to,” Jessica purred. “You are the mother of Master. I’ll do whatever you want.” Her smile promised so much. My mom didn’t fight as Jessica took her hand and led her out of the room.

“Well, I think she’s coming around nicely,” I sighed as I leaned back on the bed.

“Sluts, you can find your beds,” Mary ordered.

I admired my sluts as they filed out. They were all chained to me, mine forever. No one would ever steal them away. Now I just needed to bring back Chantelle and Lana from their honeymoon. Maybe I was too generous to give them two weeks.

“Are you okay?” Mary asked.

“I’m fine,” I grinned. “I fucked my mother three times.”

Mary smiled. “That is not what I meant, Mark. I mean…”

My smile fell. “I’ll be okay. He was a bastard.” Mostly. I had a few positive memories, but those could hardly outweigh all the times he hit Mom and me. He even knocked Antsy around a few times.

“My sister’s flying in tomorrow,” I told Mary. “We’ll have to go to SeaTac and pick her up.”

“Yeah,” Mary nodded as she rested against me.

I put my arm around her and held her tight as I stared up at the ceiling. Sleep didn’t come easily.

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