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The call came for my own sexual slavery while I was at work as a dental hygienist. “Pee slut,” spoke the Goddess. “Come and live your life in service to me.” Her words were intoxicating. I walked out of my work and headed to submit as a slave to the Goddess. I extort you all to remember my lesson—there is joy in servitude.

—The Slave Chronicles 1:3-5

Mary Sullivan – South Hill, WA

I wanted a cock so badly. Could I give Mark up for a cock.

A shudder ran through me. What did I really crave? I closed my eyes and listened to my heart.

Mark’s cock. Mark’s cum. Mark inside me, filling me up, his rough lips on mine as he kissed me. His boyish grin and piercing blue eyes. The sweaty musk of his body. His arms around me, holding me as we watched TV. Mark kneeling before me and proposing.

My finger brushed the diamond ring on my left hand.

I needed my randy stallion inside me. I needed to drink his cum, whether from his cock or a woman’s cunt. I needed to be held by him and stare into his blue eyes and hear him whisper, “I love you, Mare.”

“Mark,” I answered, gasping as my body shuddered in orgasm, my juices running sticky down my thighs. “I choose Mark, Lilith.”

“Your loss,” Lilith murmured in disappointment and backed away from me. “A nun got to his sister and used the Prayer of Avvah on her, making her a trap. Mark and Antsy will forever find each other attractive and no others. You saw Mark and yours threads, right?”

I nodded. “The golden wedges forcing our tightly wound threads apart.”

Lilith nodded. “Once your threads are forced apart, Mark will be lost to you forever.”

“How long?”

“Oh, a little more than twenty-four hours,” Lilith shrugged. She loved it. I wanted to claw her eyes out.

“How do I fix it?”

“There is a spell that is very dangerous to perform, that can break the prayer. It is called Chabab. It will only work if you truly love each other. If not, both of you will die. So, are you sure you don’t want the cock and life? Or gamble on the fickle feelings of a man and death?”

“I’ll gamble on Mark,” I told her without hesitation. Mark loved me. He freed me from his control. And I loved him.

“Very well,” Lilith said skeptically. “You will need to bring him to orgasm inside you. When he spills his seed, you must say, ‘Chabab,’ and, if you two truly love each other, the Bond of Chabab will bind you together so tightly that no power in Heaven or Hell will ever be able to come between you.”

“That’s it?” I asked, frowning. That was easy. Too easy.

“Ahh, but how do you get Mark to fuck you?” Lilith pointed out. “He no longer finds you attractive and nothing I can do can change that.”

“Then…I’ll overpower him,” I said. “And force him.”

“By yourself?” Lilith smirked.

She was right. Mark was bigger than me. I might get lucky, but one of us, probably me, would get hurt. “The sluts will help me.”

Lilith laughed derisively. “Did you forget his powers? He’ll just dominate any person you recruit to help you. Unless…”

“Unless what?” I frowned, then a cold feeling sank into my stomach. “Unless, I use my last boon to get Mark’s power. The power to make anyone do what I want.”

I didn’t want that power, that responsibility. Mark enjoyed playing god with peoples lives, but I was afraid of it. Afraid what I’d do with it. I had struggled with the guilt of what Mark did to these women, the lingering guilt that nibbled at my thoughts at night, asking me how could I enjoyed degrading people.

But I loved being better than everyone.

How far would I go with the power? How much would it change me? I would use the power to remake the world like I wanted Mark to. I could do great good or great harm.

And I would do it together with him. I would do anything to have Mark back.

“And then, I have to use the Zimmah spell to make my Thralls immune from Mark’s power.” I would have to fuck my father. It was the one line I didn’t want to cross.

A naughty tingle went through my cunt.

“How do I make Mark…desire me? Is there a spell?”

“Yes,” Lilith answered. “But, you humans made something vastly superior. I believe it’s called Viagra.”

That would be easy to get. I could have Willow, our doctor slut, get me a prescription. “Fine.”

Lilith smiled nastily, her violet eyes delighting in my pain. “And you better hurry. Time is slipping away.”

I wanted to claw out her eyes.

I drew in a deep breath, clenching my hands. Once I used my last boon, Lilith would be out of our lives for good, banished back to Hell. “Lilith, for my final boon I want every human, save for Mark, to happily do whatever I tell them to do.”

“Done,” Lilith murmured. I shuddered as something came undone from my soul. “Our Pact is finished. My time on the Mortal Realm is complete. But, before I go, I have another agreement to fulfill with you and Mark. There are many other spells for you to learn, other magics a Warlock can possess. Seek the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The ancient tome will complete your education.”

And then she was gone.

I took a deep breath, trying to think. What would I need?

I would need thralls. At least four or five to overpower Mark safely. Who should I choose to be my personal sluts?

I grabbed my phone, flipping through my address book. There was one number listed as Pee Slut. Who? Yes, the girl from the restroom of the Clam Diver, the lesbian club I went dancing at last week with Diane. She had a sexy mouth and took to being a pee slut so easily.

“Hello?” a woman’s voice asked after I dialed Pee Slut.

“Hi,” I was suddenly nervous. Mark always was so confident when he made people do what he wanted. I needed to have that same confidence. It would work. “I met you in the bathroom at the Clam Diver last Wednesday. I made you drink my pee.”

“Oh, yes.” She sounded embarrassed. “I-I remember.”

“Good, what’s your name?”

“Avialle Willard, but everyone calls me Via.”

“Via, you’re my sex slave,” I told her. “You’ll do whatever nasty thing I tell you to do.”

“Ohh, okay,” she said. “Uhh, I don’t know your name?”

“Pee sluts like you call me Mistress.”

“Okay, Mistress,” she said, her voice full of worship. Damn, this was even more intoxicating than making women desire me and want to please me sexually. I could make Via do anything.

“I need you to go immediately to 1011 Violet Meadows, in Parkland,” I told her, giving her my father’s address. “And wait for me to arrive.”

“I will, Mistress,” she said excitedly. “I’ll leave work right away.”

“Good.” I hung up. Then I dialed the next number.

“Hi, Mary,” Sandy purred when she answered the phone. She was Mark’s mother, and someone his powers didn’t work on.

“Hey Sandy. You will invite your son over for dinner tonight,” I ordered. My powers would work just fine on her, however. “Tell Mark that you really need to see him, okay? Say whatever you have to. Just get him to come over.”

“I will Mary,” Sandy said. She paused. “Samantha intimated some things to me yesterday. Is…is everything all right?”

“Remember how I told you we had enemies?”

“Yes, I do.” Her voice grew concerned.

“Well, one of them placed a spell on your daughter and Mark. That’s why I need your help.”

I explained my plan to her.

* * *

Mark Glassner

My stomach rumbled. I had been making love with Antsy all morning and I needed a break. Antsy was up, walking about the room. My cum covered her body, dripping out of all her holes. She was like an addiction; I just couldn’t get enough of fucking her. She was all I needed. No other woman compared to her.

Fight, the voice whispered. It had grown fainter and fainter. Don’t forget her. Fight!

Fight what? Who shouldn’t I forget?

“I’m going to clear out Mary’s clothing,” Antsy said, tapping her cheek as she stared at the closet. “You don’t need another woman’s clothes in our bedroom.”

“No, of course not, Antsy,” I said, admiring the curves of my little sister’s body. “Want some lunch? We’ll get Desiree to whip up something.”

“Sure,” Antsy said, pulling clothing out of the closet until she had a pile in her arms.

I followed her downstairs. I found all the sluts in the living room looking all freshly fucked. They were all naked, their ugly bodies on display. Someone’s cum was leaking out of their holes though there was no guy around.

I should be annoyed, but I didn’t care who they fucked with their ugly bodies. I never wanted them again. I felt bad, every other guy in the world had to settle for some ugly, homely woman. Only I got to fuck Antsy, the only beautiful woman in the world.

Mary was with them, naked as well. She turned, her cell phone in hand.

Fight!

“Mark,” she said cautiously. “I—”

“Here’s your clothes,” Antsy interrupted, dropping the pile of clothes at Mary’s feet. Then she pointed at a few of the sluts. “Go get the rest of her clothes out of my bedroom. Now!”

“Yes, Mistress,” the sluts squeaked, giving Mary guilty glances as they scurried to obey.

Hurt flickered across Mary’s face. I wanted to say something to take away her pain. I…loved her.

“Of course,” Mary sighed. She fished through her clothing and began to dress.

“Desiree, Antsy and I need some lunch,” I ordered Desiree as she rushed to the stairs. “And puts some clothes on, no one wants to see such ugly women running around naked.”

“Yes, mi Rey,” Desiree said, jumping to obey.

Fiona came downstairs with my cellphone. “Master, your mother is on the phone.”

I took the phone. “Hey, Mom.”

“Mark, I really want you and your sister to come over for dinner, we need to talk,” she said. “I…I need some company. It’s been really hard since your dad died.”

“Yeah, okay,” I replied and looked over at Antsy. “Mom wants us over for dinner, tonight. She sounds lonely.”

Antsy shrugged. “I guess we should.”

I could see it in her eyes, she’d rather be fucking me. I’d rather be fucking her, too, but Mom needed us. “Okay, Mom, we’ll be there around five. Love you, Mom.”

Mary dressed in an unflattering skirt that showed far too much of her ugly legs, and a tight, low-cut blouse. She paused on her way to the door. “Mark, I love you. Just fight, okay, hun?”

Fight!

“I…I…lo…” The words were so hard to say. “Love y-you!”

Mary smiled, tears glinting at her eyes, then she was gone. Her car started and she drove off. Why did I hurt so much inside? Then I saw Antsy, naked and beautiful, and my cock grew hard. She was smiling so enticingly at me.

“We have a few minutes to kill until lunch,” I told her.

“How shall we past the time?” she asked, walking towards me. Then she knelt down and sucked my cock into her mouth.

What could be better than this?

Mary. Barely a whisper now. Fight.

Antsy swirled her tongue about my cock’s head, bringing a soft moan to my lips. How could Mary be better than my baby sister? Antsy’s hand stroked my shaft as she played with my tip. She looked so beautiful on her knees before me, her hazel eyes shining with pleasure.

I ran my hand through her dark hair as my balls churned. Her hot tongue caressed my tip before she bobbed her mouth. I closed my eyes as joy rushed through me. She was such a wonderful sister. The best woman in the world.

“I…” My tongue froze as I tried to tell my sister I loved her. “I…love it when you suck my cock.”

Antsy moaned in delight and sucked harder.

I grabbed the sides of her head and began forcing my cock deeper inside her. Antsy didn’t fight as my cock brushed her throat. She relaxed as I deep-throated her, burying into the hot, tight depths. She swallowed and massaged the tip, moaning in delight.

My little sister’s hands wrapped around my waist, gripping my ass as I fucked her mouth. Her hands pulled me deeper, her lips brushing into my pubic hair. My balls ached as they slapped against her chin.

“Love your mouth, Antsy!” I moaned. “Fuck, it feel so amazing.”

I fucked her faster and faster, slamming my cock down her throat. Her amazing mouth sucked the entire time. She moaned and purred, massaging my cock with the humming bliss of her voice while her fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass.

“So fucking good,” I panted. “I have the best little sister in the wold.

I stared into her eyes as my balls boiled. I was so close to erupting. I drew back my cock until only the tip remained in her mouth. I tightly held her head. Antsy sucked hard, eager for my treat. Her tongue caressed the tip of my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned as my cock erupted.

Blasts of pleasure shot through my body as Antsy swallowed her cum. Her mouth overflowed, my cum leaking down the corners of her mouth. She shuddered as she drank down every last drop, her mouth sucking hard to make sure she got it all.

Finally she released my cock, smiling happily. “Thanks, big bro. You fed my mouth, but my other lips are hungry, too. Down here.” Her hands reached down and ran through her sticky slit, coming away with a mix of our cums. “My poor little pussy needs to be fed, too.”

Lunch still wasn’t ready.

“I can take care of that, little sister.”

I let her push me back on the couch. Antsy straddled my hips and grasped my hard cock. I throbbed, eager to be back inside my baby sister’s cunt. Antsy moaned so deliciously as she sank down on my cock.

Hot, tight, silky. The best cunt in the world. I captured her cum stained lips in a kiss and enjoyed my sister’s tight snatch as she rode my cock. My balls ached again as she slid up and down my shaft, her arms tight about my neck.

“Oh, God, your cock feels so good inside me, big bro,” Antsy moaned. “I love you, I love you so very much!”

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but a tiny part of me fought the words. You love Mary, that part of me faintly whispered. That was ridiculous. How could I love Mary when my baby sister was made for me? She was my perfect woman.

* * *

Mary Sullivan – Parkland, WA

I parked my sporty Eos in front of my father’s house. On the way, I picked up three more sex slaves. Joy, the woman who waxed me at the Heavenly Creatures Salon, and April and Felicity, the two virgins Mark and I deflowered last Friday. Via, my pee slut, waited before my dad’s house in nurses scrubs, teal bottoms and a white, flowery top.

I didn’t know she was a nurse.

“Mistress,” Via said as she walked forward.

I climbed out of my car. “Come on, sluts.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Felicity and April smiled as they climbed out over my folded down seat. Joy slipped out next, a slight tremble passing through her.

“Relax,” I told Joy. “It’ll be as much fun as when you waxed me.”

Joy blushed so prettily.

Dad should be home from work soon. I still had a key and let us into the small, three bedroom rambler that I grew up in. It still looked the same, even though only Dad and Missy still lived here. I smiled, remembering my childhood and…

No, I did not want to think of my bitch of a mother.

“Okay, sluts, strip,” I commanded with a clap of my hand.

“Yes, Mistress,” they all chorused.

I savored the sight of my four naked sex slaves stripping. Joy had a dusky, Vietnamese complexion, small breasts, and a friendly smile. I remembered that pleasant morning of making love to her in the Heavenly Creatures Salon. I discovered tribbing with Joy as she lay atop me, my freshly waxed pussy grinding on her bare snatch.

What a wild day that had been.

Via was the opposite of Joy. White skinned, huge tits, and several piercings. There was a heart charm dangling from her bellybutton and her clitoral hood was adorned with a golden ring. A black strip of hair above her pussy was all the bush she had. Black hair, streaked with red, framed Via’s face, and her pretty lips were smiling.

They were the perfect lips for peeing in.

April and Felicity were not nearly as nervous as they were last Friday when Mark and I took their virginities. April stood proudly naked, her budding breasts topped with hard nipples. She looked so sexy with her glasses perched on her face framed by her bushy, brunette hair. Felicity had bigger breasts, her black hair braided and thrown over her shoulder to nestle between her tits, and a saucy smile on her face.

“Okay, you all know the plan,” I told them.

“Yes, Mistress,” they all nodded.

I slipped into Missy’s room, the one I had shared with her most of my life, leaving the door cracked. Dad’s car pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. Through Missy’s white, gauzy drapes, I watched Dad’s silhouette as he walked towards the front door. Keys rattled in the lock and then the door opened.

“What the heck?” my dad exclaimed. Years of teaching community college had condition swearing out of his vocabulary he always said.

“Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” purred Via. “Mark sent us to entertain you.”

“Did he?” my dad asked. Was that excitement thickening his voice? My dad must have really enjoyed Fiona last Friday, and seemed eager for another tumble with a woman.

“Yes, we so want to fuck you,” April cooed.

I heard a wet smacking. He was kissing one of them. Then a giggle.

“Mmm, you feel so big,” husked Felicity.

“So big and strong,” Joy said in her heavy Vietnamese accent. “I bet you fuck long time.”

I rolled my eyes; Joy was laying it on pretty thick.

“Let’s get these pesky clothes off,” giggled Felicity.

“Mmm, so I get to play with all of you,” my dad asked, his voice husky with excitement. Clothes rustled; the sluts were stripping my dad naked.

“All of us,” Via purred followed by the wet smack of kissing lips.

My dad moaned, “Mmm, suck my cock.”

A wicked grin crossed my lips; I guess it wasn’t lips kissing I heard.

“Wow, Joy, how do you take that much into your mouth?” April asked in amazement. I pictured the scene in my mind, Joy kneeling before my dad as she deep-throated his cock.

“It’s called deep-throating,” Felicity said.

“Oh,” April answered.

“You are a cute one. What’s your name?” asked Dad.

“Felicity.”

“Mmm, young and tight. Like the girls I teach. Some of them are such sluts.”

Felicity giggled. Wow, my dad was turning into a real pervert. I squeezed my thighs together, taboo lusts swelling inside of me.

“To the bedroom,” Via said.

The group was all giggles and kisses as they trooped down the hallway. My dad’s bed creaked and then he moaned again. I pictured the girls attacking him on the bed, running their hands across his body while he groaned in delight.

“You must relax your throat,” Joy was explaining. “And then you can take him, April.”

“Okay,” April said followed by obscene, wet sucking noises.

I groaned, picturing the nerdy slut trying to deep-throat my dad. She must look so cute and sexy, with those tiny glasses perched on her delicate face, her mouth bulging with cock as she struggled to slide my dad’s shaft down her throat.

I reached underneath my short skirt and began to stroke my itching pussy.

“Have you ever been blindfolded, Mr. Sullivan?” Via asked. One of them remembered the plan. “It makes sex so much more exciting.”

“No,” Dad answered hoarsely.

“Good, we can make a game of it,” Via purred. “Who’s sucking on your cock now?”

“Mmm, the girl with glasses,” Dad answered.

“Wrong, Mr. Sullivan,” April giggled.

“The girl with a braid? Felicity, Right?”

There was a wet, popping sound. “Yep,” Felicity answered. “You have such a great cock, Mr. Sullivan. If you were my teacher, I would blow you all the time.”

My dad groaned.

My pussy was on fire. Since my dad was now blindfolded, it was time for me to slip in.

I walked quietly down the hall. I didn’t want my dad to know he fucked me. He was too nice of a guy and would feel guilty about fucking his daughter. Unlike Mark’s mother, I couldn’t change his outlook at all. There was one person all Warlocks couldn’t affect. For me, and other female Warlocks, it was our fathers. For Mark and male Warlocks, it was their mothers.

Blindfolded, my dad would never know the pussy fucking his cock was his precious daughter’s tight cunt.

When I entered the room, my dad was naked on his back. One of his ties was about his eyes. Via sucked his cock, bobbing her head up and down. April kissed my dad while Felicity held his hand between her legs, his fingers pumping in and out of her tight slit. Joy knelt down and licked at his balls.

I walked silently up and tapped Joy on the shoulder, and the girl slipped off the bed and I took her place.

I shuddered, eager to cross the final, taboo line and fuck my father.

Via released his cock and moved out of the way as I straddled my dad’s waist. I was dripping wet as I placed my dad’s cock at the entrance of my cunt. I grit my teeth, stifling my moan as I slid down onto his cock.

My father was in me. The very cock that made me. It was so wrong.

My pussy clenched on his dick as I slowly slid up his shaft. I swirled my hips, clenching my jaws to keep from moaning in delight. This was so wonderfully wrong. My father’s cock was in me and he had know idea it was his daughter’s cunt on his cock.

“Who’s fucking you?” Joy asked.

“Mmm, she’s tight,” my dad moaned. “Glasses girl?”

“Nope,” April said and then kissed him.

“How about Felicity?”

“Nope, you’re fingering my cunny,” Felicity giggled.

“How about the Asian girl?”

“Oh, yes,” Joy moaned, standing at the foot of the bed. “Your cock feels so good inside me!”

“You feel so good on my dick,” my dad moaned and I smiled. “Such a dirty girl!”

I was a dirty girl. I slid my dirty pussy up and down my daddy’s cock. I squeezed my pussy on his shaft as I slid up. He was so thick, almost as big as Mark. Then I came down, fighting my groans as the pleasure surged through me.

This must be how Mark felt when he fucked his mom. So close. So intimate. A part of me wanted Daddy to know he was in his little girl’s pussy. I wanted to stare into Daddy’s eyes as his cum filled me up.

The pleasure swelled through me. I rode him faster while Joy moaned, “You’re stirring my cunt up! Your cock so big! So hard! You fuck me so well! Mmm, such a nice cock!”

The pleasure rolled through my body as I worked my cunt up and down on Daddy’s cock. This was so wrong, so wickedly wrong. I clapped my hand over my mouth and let out a muffled moan as I rode him faster, my breasts bouncing.

Behind me, Joy moaned wantonly. I bet it was not the first time she’s had to fake an orgasm, she was so good at it. If I didn’t know she was acting, I’d swear she was getting the fucking of her life. Via had a naughty smile on her face and she caught my nipple into her mouth, sucking gently on my sensitive nub.

“Oh, Mr. Sullivan,” April moaned, straddling his face. “I need my poor little pussy licked. Would you mind, sir?”

“No,” Daddy groaned, swiping his tongue through the nerdy girl’s cunt.

“Oh yes, eat my pussy,” April moaned. “Your tongue feel so good, Mr. Sullivan.”

I leaned over and captured the little minx’s lips with a kiss. Her tongue was quick and agile as she kissed me back. I ran a hand across her body, groping her small breasts. Daddy’s cock hit different parts of my cunt as I leaned over. New sensations burst through me. I rotated my hips, moving faster and faster.

Felicity shuddered on Daddy’s fingers. “Oh, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Ohh, thank you Mr. Sullivan. That was a great cum.”

I broke the kiss with April, staring down at her pussy. Daddy’s lips sucked hard on April’s clit. The nerdy girls shuddered and slid her cunt all over Daddy’s face. April bent down and captured my other nipple; I had two sluts sucking at my tits.

I rode Daddy faster and faster, my orgasm swelling inside of me. Pleasure tingled from my nipples as two wet tongues swirled about my hard nubs. My pussy clenched and relaxed as I slammed up and down his shaft.

I wanted to scream out my bliss and let Daddy know how amazing he was.

“Oh, damn, I’m gonna come,” Daddy moaned, muffled by April’s cunt. “Keep going, so close. So close.”

“Yes, cum in me!” Joy begged. “Flood my nasty cunt with your delicious cum! Fill me up!”

My own orgasm neared. This was so exciting. Daddy’s cock was nice and big, filling me up so deliciously. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his pubic bone on the down stroke, delighting as his cock rubbed back and forth against my pussy walls.

“Oh, shit! Here it comes!”

Hot, incestuous cum flooded my pussy. The same cum that once flood my mother’s cunt and made me was now spilling into my womb. It was so wicked and nasty. I slammed down on his cock and moaned through clenched teeth as my orgasm erupted through me.

Behind me, Joy drowned out my muffled moans with her fake orgasm. My cunt spasmed around Daddy’s cock, milking every drop of his incestuous load into my belly. I shuddered on him, so happy Daddy made me cum.

“Yes, yes!” Joy moaned. “Your cum so good inside me! Fill me up! Mmm, yes! I love when a man cums in me!”

“Oh, yes!” moaned April. The nerdy slut was consumed by her orgasm. “You are so amazing, Mr. Sullivan! Oh, fuck yeah!”

I climbed off Daddy’s cock as Felicity sucked his dick into her mouth, cleaning off my juices and the last of his cum like a good slut. Holding my hand over my pussy and trapping Daddy’s cum inside me, I retreated to the living room and slumped on the couch.

It was time to forever bind my sex slaves to me the same way Mark had bound the sluts and the bodyguards to him. Once they had been bound by the Zimmah ritual, no one, especially not Mark, could ever control them.

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April Lovel

Mr. Sullivan lay satiated on the bed. I slipped off of him, my body still buzzing with excitement. The man was handsome, even with the traces of gray in his red hair. I shivered and adjusted my glasses as I padded out of the room.

It was time to be bound to my Mistress forever.

I was so happy when Mary tracked me down. Having Mark take my cherry on Friday had been so amazing. My heart had been beating with awakened emotions—love. Mark and Mary were such amazing lover. It was a wonderful afternoon.

I wanted to be theirs, like the other women, the beautiful sluts, that lived in their house. But they sent us packing. I thought I wasn’t good enough. My heart hurt. I loved Mark. He took my cherry. And Mary was so wonderful. I so wanted to be theirs. I prayed for it.

And now my prayers had been answered. I would be Mistress’s slut forever. Mark and Mary were so amazing. Different. They had something special about them—power. People needed to know about them.

Maybe I should write about them and let everyone know.

Mistress sat on the couch, her legs spread, her pussy dripping with her father’s cum. I licked my lips at the incestuous sight. I eagerly knelt before her. She ran a hand through my bushy hair, her freckled tits heaving.

“Lick.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I leaned in and took a long, slow lick up her messy slit, gathering her sweet-spicy pussy juices and her father’s salty cum.

“Zimmah,” whispered Mistress.

I gasped as energy ran out of her pussy into my mouth. Something tightened about my throat—an invisible collar—and I knew I would be her slave forever. I smiled up at her, tears misting my eyes. “Oh, Mistress,” I gasped, a huge smile on my lips. “I get to be yours forever.”

She smiled back. “Yes, you’re mine, little slut.”

Then Mistress pulled me up for a kiss. My heart wanted to stop beating as our tongues caressed each other. Then I cuddled next to her as Via padded out. She knelt and was bound.

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