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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 sluts were sorely tested by the revelation that their Master was a God. Temptation beat in each of their hearts. Some would be strong and faithful, but three revealed the treachery of their foul hearts and broke faith with the Living Gods. Their hearts pithed with sin, they each turned on their former Masters in rebellion.

—The Gospel of April 32:1-2

Violet Matheson

Panic gripped me as the others fought outside. I hugged myself. This couldn’t be happening. Master couldn’t abandon me. Not after he rescued me from my mother. If he didn’t want me any longer I would have to go back to her.

And she would have to punish me.

The light. I would have to face the light. I couldn’t face the light. Master had to keep me. He had to protect me from her. He saved me. He couldn’t abandon me now. I didn’t care if he fucked me. I didn’t mind the sex.

I liked the sex.

There was no sex in the light.

Mother didn’t raise a filthy, degenerate lesbian.

I rocked on the seat, my heart beating faster and faster and faster. Master had to come back. He had to keep me. He had to.

* * *

April Lovel

I sat quietly at the table as the argument raged. I didn’t know what to do, what to say. The other sluts were leaving. Fiona had already left in an angry huff, and Lillian and Noel’s argument had moved to the living room. Everyone was slipping away. I didn’t even notice when Alison and Desiree slipped out and Thamina had vanished. Sam gathered up her translations and headed into Mary’s studio. Jessica calmly walked out, followed by a puzzled Willow.

I was just confused.

I vividly remember Mark bringing Felicity and me to his house. We were both virgins and it was such an exciting day. Mark taught me to suck his cock, then I lay on the bed, Felicity at my side, as Mark ate out my pussy and Mary ate out Felicity’s.

I had such an amazing orgasm.

And then Mark mounted me and took my virginity. I found myself falling in love with him at that moment. He was so strong. He swept into my college and claimed me. I was so helpless to resist his power. I had loved it, his cock in my pussy, fucking me, and then he came in me. Then I remembered how hurt I had been when they kicked me out of the bedroom.

I gave Mark my virginity, my innocent heart, and he tossed me aside.

And I pined after him over the weekend.

And them Mary appeared at my school and I became her slave. Which meant I was also Mark’s slave. I was so happy. I could be with the man whom I had given my heart, and my innocence, to. The last week had been so amazing.

Even freed of his… what? Spell? I didn’t regret Mark taking my virginity. But did I want to continue being his… slut?

I would be giving up my dreams of transferring to Digipan, a video game programming school. Was Mark worth it? I would be happy with him. And Mark must love me if he gave me this freedom. Mary liked to talk about how much Mark loved her and set her free.

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Well, Mark must love me too. I smiled. Mark loved me, and that thought sent happy butterflies flapping through my stomach.

I glanced up at Violet. Tears ran down her face.

I moved around the table, sat next to her, and hugged the pretty, innocent girl. She was my age, eighteen and so sweet. It was so hard to see her cry. “It’ll be alright, Violet.”

“I… don’t… want…” she sobbed, “to… go… back… home…”

“Shh, you don’t have to go home,” I told her.

“But… but Master and Mistress… they don’t…. want me… anymore.”

“Of course they do,” I told her, kissing her salty cheek. She trembled again. “They just love us so much, they are giving us the choice to stay with them.”

“Really?” Violet asked. She wiped at her cheeks like a chipmunk. Her eyes were red and puffy from her crying, and it just made her look even cuter.

“Yes.”

“I don’t have to go back to Mother and the light?”

“No,” I said firmly. What was the light?

With my simple word she relaxed, a tremulous smile forming on her lips. “Good.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “Are you staying, April?”

“Of course,” I told her. Master loved me. And Mistress, too. “It’s been so much fun being with all of you. How could I give this up?”

Violet nodded her head, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips.

It was a sweet kiss. A loving kiss. And then it became something more. Something full of passion that made my heart beat so fast. My head swam as I held this sweet, innocent, wonderful girl in my arms.

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Fiona Cavanagh

Shame filled my body as I sat down on the curb outside Mark’s house. All the signs of the violence were mostly gone, cleaned up by the few cops lingering around. I felt so dirty. So used. The moment my butt touched the curb, the tears came.

I shrieked, hating the disgusting clothes I wore. The trashy, skimpy, demeaning outfit Mark made me wear. Memory of all the times I was forced to… pleasure him and Mary curdled my stomach. I struggled to breathe as I screamed my rage. I ripped the choker off my neck and hurled it into the bushes.

Then I buried my face into my hands and cried.

And cried. I don’t know how long I cried. Did it matter? I felt so disgusted. One moment, I was a waitress enjoying my shift, the next I was involved in an orgy with Mark and his whore. The things I did…

Could I ever forget them?

Someone sat down next to me. I felt her presence, soft and supportive. I lowered my hands and saw Thamina through my tear-filled eyes. She was dressed as modestly as she could, which was not that much, a colorful headscarf wrapped about her head. No choker encircled her throat. She wasn’t an idiot like Lillian who seemed to find it acceptable that Mark essentially raped all of us.

“I know,” Thamina whispered comfortingly, her hand taking mine. “Come with me.”

“Where?” I asked. I had nowhere to go. No car, no phone, no money. I left everything behind when Mark took me. I left Hank behind. Another sob threatened to overwhelm me as I thought of my boyfriend. He must be sick with worry. I vaguely remembered Jessica reporting he had filed a missing-person report on me.

“My place,” Thamina said, holding her keys.

I blinked at them then nodded. Where else could I go? I guess it really didn’t matter where so long as it was away from here. And then the jingle of the keys reminded me just what Thamina had done to win the white Ford Escape Mark gave her.

He held a masturbation contest at the car dealership. All us sluts had competed. Even me. Another shudder of disgust went through me. I had masturbated in public for Mark. A crowd of people watched us, made bets on us, and filmed us with their phones. I bet those videos were on the internet.

I felt so dirty. I needed to scrub the filth off my skin.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said. “Before I throw up.”

She nodded her head in complete understanding.

Thamina’s white Ford Escape had somehow escaped the firefight untouched. The garage door was open, and I spotted Mark’s Mustang leaking antifreeze from a round that went through the front grill. Good. The bastard deserves that, and more, to happen to him. I climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV while Thamina started it up. We drove down the street.

At the cul-de-sac’s entrance on Shaw Road, there was a media circus being managed by the Puyallup Police. All the cops were under his control. There was a young girl, eighteen, with black hair in a plaited braid and a smiling face. She wore a red sundress decorated with white flowers and was taking a selfie in front of the sign of the neighborhood.

So many delusional women thought they wanted to be Mark’s, not caring he used mental roofies on women to have sex with them. I glared at the idiot as Thamina took a left and drove us away from Mark Glassner.

We drove in silence to Thamina’s apartment near Canyon Road. Deer Creek Apartments was the name, one of those gated communities. Thamina almost forgot her code when we pulled up to the security box and it took three tries before she punched it in right.

“I’m always forgetting it,” Thamina said, her cheeks flushing dark.

“It’s alright, Thamina,” I told her, patting her knee.

We drove through the complex. The apartment buildings were all three stories tall. There were so many speed bumps, but the SUV handled them with ease. She pulled into her parking spot before her apartment and we climbed out. We walked up the stairs made of poured concrete to the third floor and reached her door. She unlocked it and went in.

“It’s been more than two weeks since I’ve been home,” she sighed, dropping her keys into a glass bowl.

“Me, too,” I replied bitterly. “Longer.” I saw her phone. “Can I use it?”

“Sure,” Thamina said as she disappeared down a hallway which no doubt led to her bedroom.

I sank down on the couch and took a moment to remember the phone number for the apartment in Seattle I shared with my boyfriend Hank. I dialed the number, my stomach churning. How long had it been? Almost three weeks.

Hank must be worried sick about me.

“Hi,” a woman’s voice answered.

“Oh, hello,” I said in surprise. Who was this woman in my apartment? Did I call the right number? “Is Hank there?”

“Who wants to know?” the woman asked coldly. There was a possessive tone to her voice that caused my stomach to sink.

Hank had already replaced me. I slammed the phone down onto its cradle too hard. It bounced up and then fell onto the floor, a dial tone beeping. We had been dating for two years and he replaced me in two weeks? Sobs rocked my body.

“God damn Mark fucking Glassner. Why me? Why did you have to choose me and ruin my life? I was happy! Things were going great with Hank!”

“It will be alright,” Thamina murmured, hugging me. I hadn’t notice her enter.

She was dressed in a long, dark skirt and very conservative blouse. A blue-and-red headscarf wrapped around her head, leaving only her round, dusky face with those sexy, dark eyes. I licked my lips, a heat flushing through my body. All those weeks making love to those women, to Thamina, surged through me. Her lips were red and moist, and I was drawn to them, pulled by an inescapable force.

She stiffened as I kissed those lips before she pulled away.

“What are you doing, Fiona?” she gasped, her voice tight.

What was I doing? “I don’t know.” Fresh tears burned in my eyes. “Christ, the last two weeks have screwed my head all up. All the fucking we had to do. And… and… I just couldn’t resist kissing you. I… I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

I went to stand up, but she caught my hand and pulled me back. This time she kissed me, and it was my turn to stiffen in surprise. Her lips were warm as I remembered them. So soft and sensual and delicious against mine.

I was breathless when she broke the kiss.

“You are not the only one that has changed,” Thamina said, disgust painting her face. “I know it is wrong, a sin, for women to be together. But…”

“You just can’t control yourself?” I asked.

“I can’t,” she sighed in resignation before pulling me in for a second kiss.

Her lips were soft and tender. I stroked her face and brushed the edges of her headscarf. It was in the way and hid her beauty. I kissed her harder as my hands opened it and pulled it off her head. Her black hair fell free.

I broke the kiss, leaning back to stare at her dusky beauty and the waves of her dark hair framing her face. It was much better than the headscarf.

She pulled me into a kiss, fingers entwining about my neck. I sighed into it, closing my eyes. It was comforting to feel her lips, to know that she was someone who understood what I had gone through, how Mark had warped me.

Our kiss became more passionate, my tongue pressing against her lips. They parted to let me in. She tasted so sweet. I trembled, my breath quickening as my heart beat faster. She pulled me tight, her tongue meeting mine.

We moaned as her hands slipped from my neck to my shoulders. They rested there before the right drifted down the front of my body, following the slope of my breast. She pushed down my low-cut top, exposing my hard nipple. I groaned into our kiss as her finger gently traced my areola, sending a tingling pleasure throughout my body.

“Oh, Thamina,” I sighed, breaking the kiss. “That’s nice.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, her dark eyes looking down at my nipple as she circled it. She bit her lip, trembling.

“It’s okay,” I told her, stroking her cheeks. “I won’t judge. Let out your desires. Don’t hold them in.”

She groaned as she leaned down and captured my nipple with her sucking lips. I cradled her head to my breast, running my fingers through her silky hair. The pleasure tingled down to my pussy. I squirmed and undulated as her tongue loved my nipple.

“Oh, that’s nice. I love the way you suck on my nipples.”

Her dark eyes flashed up at me, growing glossy with lust. Her hand squeezed my other breast through my blouse, massaging it as she sucked and nibbled and drove me wild. I groaned, my toes curling. It was wonderful.

And then she licked her way back up my chest and throat to my lips. We kissed again. It was so hot and heady. Her blouse brushed my exposed, wet nipple, rasping across it. Her other hand groped my breast harder, her passion rising, sending shivers through me.

Shivers that made my hands itch to explore her.

My fingers fumbled at the buttons of her blouse as we moaned into our kiss. Finally, I pushed open her blouse and found her breasts, caressing them through her bra. But I wanted to feel them naked in my hand. I traced the band behind her back, reaching and fumbling, finding the clasp. It was harder to unclasp another person’s bra than my own. It took me a few times, and then the clasp came undone.

I broke the kiss as I pulled off her bra, staring at her unveiled, dusky breasts and her dark nipples. So hard, begging to be sucked.

So I did.

“Fiona,” Thamina murmured as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. “This is so wrong.”

“Is it?” I asked. “Is it really wrong? We’re comforting each other. Can you stop that?” I latched on again, sucking on her nipple, savoring how it felt between my lips. It was so wonderful in my mouth.

“I can’t,” she sighed. She lifted my lips from her nipple and stared into my eyes. “I can’t stop comforting you. I… I need this.”

“Me, too.”

Her lips were so hot on mine. She pushed down the straps of my blouse off my shoulders, exposing both my breasts. My hard nipples kissed nubs. I loved that feel. I wiggled my shoulders as we kissed, stroking my nipples across her areolas, savoring the tingles.

Her hands lifted my skirt and rolled my thong down my legs as we kissed. I lifted my ass, helping her out until the garment bunched around my knees then slipped to my ankles. Her hands stroked my thighs, sending hot waves up my pussy.

Which gave me naughty ideas.

“Mmm, you are getting me all excited,” I purred, breaking the kiss.

She smiled shyly.

I pushed Thamina to the floor and straddled her knees. I pushed up her long skirt until it bunched about her waist, exposing a pair of plain, boring panties. I shook my head. She was so prim and proper. “We’re not sluts any longer, but you don’t have to dress like a nun.”

“Those nuns seemed pretty slutty,” Thamina said, face tightening.

I swallowed. “Didn’t mean those nuns.” I stared at her panties. “These have to go.”

I pulled them down her dusky thighs, exposing a V of black hair adorning her pudenda pointing at her waxed, wet cunt. I grimaced; my pussy was also waxed bare because of Mark’s perversions. We had sex with those Thai girls who waxed us after they finished, more people under his control.

I didn’t want to think about that. I needed to be distracted. I lifted my skirt, exposing my pussy, and pushed her legs apart. I settled atop her and kissed her chin as our breasts rubbed together, I slid my hips down and groaned as our clits brushed.

This was a sweet distraction.

“Oh, Fiona,” she sighed as I tribbed her. “Oh, that feels so nice.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, snatches of tribbing with Mary flashing through my mind. I concentrated on rubbing my clit against Thamina’s, ignoring my memories.

Heat burned between us as our clits kissed. The sensual slide of hot flesh on hot flesh. I nibbled and sucked on her chin, loving the way she sighed and moaned. Her hands slid up and down my naked back, tingling pleasure racing down my body.

She shuddered beneath me, thighs wrapping about my hips. She ground back, undulating her waist, matching my rhythm as we ground our clits together. Pleasure shuddered through me each time our clits brushed.

“Your clit feels so good on mine,” I purred into the nape of her neck. So good.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned and then her hands caught my strawberry-blonde hair and pulled me up to kiss her.

Our hips rolled and pumped as we tribbed each other. Thamina’s hands roamed my back, her fingers lightly tracing my muscles and spine, leaving little trails of fire across my skin. I rubbed our clits together with hard, slow thrusts of my hips, building the pleasure inside me.

Our tongues dueled as we pleasured each other. They danced together, matching the play of our clits. She was so exotic. Everything about her excited me, drove me wild. My eyes fluttered as I sighed into the kiss.

She grew more and more aggressive, fingernails sometimes digging into my ass as she humped up against me. She moaned into the kiss, trembling beneath me. Her flesh was so hot and silky, exciting me more.

I tribbed her hard.

Her hands shot down my back and grasped my ass. Fingernails bit into my plump cheeks, pulling me harder into her pussy. She bucked beneath me, her tongue dueling with mine as she shuddered and writhed.

“Fiona! Fiona!” Thamina gasped, breaking our kiss. “Oh, you are driving me crazy! I’m so close.”

“Cum,” I hissed, grinding our clits harder, faster together.

Thamina bucked beneath me as her orgasm exploded inside her. She gasped so sweetly, squeezing my ass almost painfully as her passion overcame her. Her nipples were hard, brushing mine as her neck arched.

“Fiona!”

I buried my lips into her neck as she trembled beneath me. My pussy clenched. I was so close to erupting. I rubbed against her clit once… Twice… And then I screamed out her name as my pussy convulsed and my orgasm surged through my body.

The pleasure wracked my body. I savored the feel of her beneath me, the smell of her hair and skin as I screamed my bliss into her neck. I bucked and shuddered on her. Waves of bliss washed through me until they peaked, leaving me gasping.

“Wow.” I settled my weight on Thamina to cuddle with her and enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss.

But Thamina pushed me off her.

I rolled off and gave her a questioning look. “Is something the matter? I thought that was amazing.”

She didn’t look at me as she pushed down her skirt then pulled her blouse back on. She buttoned up as I watched her. She whispered, “That was wrong, Fiona. We can’t do this again.”

“Then why did it feel so good?”

“It felt good with Mark and Mary,” Thamina answered. “That didn’t change how wrong it was, did it?”

No. It really didn’t.

“But was it wrong for us to do it?” I persisted. “We were both consenting.”

“It was.” She pulled on her headscarf, hiding her luxurious, black curls. “If you want to take a shower, feel free.”

“Because I’m covered in sin,” I snapped, standing up straight. “I’m not ashamed of what we did.”

Then I marched off to the bathroom and turned on the spray. I wanted to wash off and forget about her. It was a mistake to cum in her. I should have just gone to a friend’s house or back home to my parents. Put distance between me and Mark and what happened.

But then she slipped into the shower and kissed me. I was shocked, confused, and so horny. She was wet and naked and slippery in my arms. We rubbed our pussies on each other’s thighs beneath the warm spray until we came.

“It won’t happen again,” she said, then she slipped out.

But it did after the shower, our bodies writhing on her bed, our gasps echoing through the room.

“It won’t happen again.”

It happened again in the kitchen as she tried to make dinner. As much as she tried to deny it, she couldn’t fight her passions. And I didn’t want her to. After, we sat at the table, eating dinner. I was aware that my robe was half-open, my breasts bobbing before the edge, my nipple exposed.

“Do you need a place to stay?” Thamina asked halfway through the meal of rice and frozen vegetables.

“Yeah,” I answered hoping for more fun.

“Then, you can stay here.” Thamina took a deep breath. “But, do not expect us to do that again. The last time was the last!”

“Of course not,” I said, nodding soberly. I grabbed my plate and went to her sink to start rinsing it when I felt her body press against mine from behind.

“We can’t do it anymore,” she whispered as her lips found the back of my neck. “Because it’s wrong.”

Her hand slid up my thigh underneath my skirt. I moaned softly when she found my bare pussy. I didn’t know what Thamina and I had. It certainly wasn’t love. But it was comforting. I gasped as she slipped a finger inside my pussy.

Comforting and fun.

To be continued…

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