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Nothing is taboo between those who consent. All love is permitted. Is beautiful. Do not be ashamed of your desires, even for your own family. Embrace them. Do not look down on the sex slave, for she or he chose to serve willingly.

—Excerpt from the High Priestess Daisy Cunningham’s Inaugural Sermon, June 27^th, 2013

Korina Stavros

My wounded shoulder throbbed as I slipped silently out of the kitchen, not caring about Fiona and Lillian’s fight. I retreated in my thoughts as I wandered upstairs. I didn’t head to any particular place in the house. I just had to move, to ponder what to do next.

Everything had changed. It seemed a lifetime ago when I worked as a waitress atop the Space Needle with Xiu and Fiona. That was before I had been shot because Karen, still a nun, had dominated me and turned me into a slave.

Master also turned me into a slave, but he never hurt me like the nun had. When I was his slave, I was happy. I never felt like it was wrong, but when Karen dominated me, it felt terrible. I couldn’t do anything as she forced me to attack Master with the rolling pin. And I was lucky Chasity’s shot only hit my shoulder and didn’t kill me.

I blinked. I was in Master and Mistress’s bedroom standing before their bed. I crawled on it and rubbed my cheek against their sheets. I hugged one of their pillows. I could smell their scent. I breathed it in and felt…

Loved.

They loved me. They may have enslaved me, but they cared for me. They didn’t hurt me. They gave me passion, joy. I experienced wicked delights I never had imagined. They gave me a new world. The nuns, the supposed good guys fighting against wicked people like Master, hurt me. They dominated me and turned me into a real slave.

Master and Mistress weren’t evil because they loved us all so much. That was why they were giving us a choice. I smiled, rolling on my side, my hands resting on my flat stomach. My baby grew inside me. The baby Master and I created.

My arm ached from where I got shot, so I shifted to get more comfortable. Maybe it was wrong what they did to me, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Even drinking another woman’s pee. Fiona didn’t seem to be as happy about being their slut. That was a shame. I had come to love drinking her pee.

I was pregnant and that changed everything for me. Maybe I would be more angry if it wasn’t for the baby. Or maybe not. Master told me he loved me, and so did Mistress. My child would be loved and cared for, and that is what’s most important.

So there was no question in my mind what I would do. I fingered the gold choker, tight about my throat, tracing the opal stones set in a plate on the front. The opals spelled “Korina” and below that I traced the words “Mark and Mary’s slut forever” etched in the metal.

I was their slut, forever. It was engraved on my choker.

* * *

Dr. Willow WolfTail

I drove.

When I needed to think, I got into my red Prius and drove. It didn’t matter where I drove, just that I kept moving. The moment I was free, while the other sluts argued, I hit the road, my thoughts drifting, my mind navigating on autopilot.

Who was I now?

I had been Dr. Willow WolfTail, OB/GYN and wife of Yancy Coleman. Then I was Mark and Mary’s sex slave. Which one of those persons was I now? I felt so changed. So was I Mark and Mary’s sex slave? I frowned. No I would not be that. I wouldn’t be their whore. Was I Yancy’s wife then?

I shook my head. No, I signed those divorce papers last week.

I never should have married Yancy. We had just been together for so long, I just didn’t know how to get off the relationship train. So, I said, “Yes,” when he proposed and I said, “I do,” when the minister asked the question.

It made my family happy. It made Yancy happy. I told myself that it made me happy. But, it didn’t.

So, was I still a doctor?

That was the one thing Mark and Mary left me. They wanted me to run their free clinic. Mary told me all about her plans. The clinic’s real purpose was to find them young women to be whores for them. But that seemed to be changing. Mary was starting to be more focused on actually helping these women. I pictured examining all those young, nubile girls and felt a flush of warmth through my body. My time as their sex slave had definitely warped my sexual appetites.

And even before, I had the desire to molest my patients. My secret shame. And now everything was different. I had embraced my sexuality. I had made love to all the sluts and to Mary. And with their power, I could indulge my desires.

Maybe I couldn’t be their sex slave, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t run their clinic. For a price.

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Lillian Franks

“Fucking stupid bitch,” I snarled for the umpteenth time since my fight with Noel had broken up. I paced outside the house. Fiona and Thamina and a few other sluts had already left. Stupid cunts.

I did not understand why the other sluts were upset. Being Master and Mistress’s sex slave was so rewarding. I was so jealous that day when I first met Master working the register at Goth Topic. He came in, fucked me as I worked the till, making me cum so hard before he flooded my pussy, and then Alison sauntered in and captured his attention.

Sweet and wicked Alison.

He took her as his sex slave and left me to work the rest of my shift at Goth Topic with a cunt full of his cum. I was so glad he came back and fetched me the following Monday. I was eager to join in on the fun.

And boy did I have fun.

I decided to get out of the house. I didn’t see the point in hanging around with the ungrateful bitches. If they wanted to throw away the great honor of being Master’s slut, fine with me. That left more chances for me to fuck Master and Mistress.

I marched into the house to get dressed. Feeling horny, I decided not to waste the opportunity of having the night to myself. So I grabbed my phone and looked up the number of a hot piece of ass I knew.

“Hey, Zelda,” I said when she answered the phone.

Zelda was a sexy, punk girl I fucked a few weeks ago. I met her at Goth Topic when Master came in the second time and made me his slut. I went home with Zelda and filmed our fucking so Master and Mistress could watch it later. Zelda was a great lay, and I wouldn’t mind making it with the girl again.

“You never called me back,” Zelda pouted. “I thought we had a great time.”

“We did,” I laughed. “In fact, I’m looking to have another good time.”

Zelda gave a wicked laugh. “I bet Spike would just love that.”

“Spike?” I asked. “Is he cute?”

Zelda purred. “You’ll just want to eat him up. Come on over.”

“Absolutely,” I grinned.

I pulled on a red corset and a very short, black skirt trimmed with black lace. Thigh-high, fishnet stockings covered my pale legs held up by a black garter belt. I didn’t bother with the panties. I pulled my black hair, streaked with blue and purple highlights, into two pigtails. I looked hot. My gold choker glinted prettily around my neck so everyone could witness whom I belonged to.

I happily headed outside to my blue Fusion Hybrid. I frowned; the passenger door had three bullet holes in it and the passenger seat had stuffing bursting out of the two holes shot into it. I slid in, turned the key. It still ran, so I didn’t care about the damage.

Master had the money to fix it.

I had won a masturbation contest to get the car. That had been exciting, pleasuring myself while a bunch of strangers watched. It was so nasty. That was why I loved being their slave: I got to do all these nasty, fun things. I gunned the car and roared out onto Shaw Road, speeding past the gathered media, and took off to Zelda’s apartment.

She didn’t live too far away. I pulled into these apartments off Meridian, halfway down South Hill towards downtown Puyallup. I parked my car in front of the M building and climbed up the stairs to the third floor. I knocked on the door.

Hard. I was horny.

Zelda greeted me wearing only a skimpy, black thong and a naughty smile. “Hey, slut.”

“Hey,” I grinned, admiring her mostly naked body.

Her small breasts had gold rings pierced through her nipples. She had a green serpent tattooed on her right tit coiled about it. That was new; she didn’t have that two weeks ago. The serpent’s tongue flicked out pink towards her areola to lick at her nipple. A sultry grin appeared on her almost-cute face. She would be cute except her hair was spiked up into a black mohawk streaked with red, the sides shaved off.

It made her look wild. And I loved wild.

“Slut,” Zelda smiled, grabbed my pigtail, and pulled me in for a kiss.

My hands found her breasts, pulling on her nipple rings as her tongue stabbed into my lips. Our tongues wrestled as we kissed, our bodies pressed tight. She groaned into the kiss before she broke it and seized my pigtail.

“This way, slut,” she moaned. “You’re going to get fucked.”

“Good,” I answered, my pussy dripping wet as she pulled me into the apartment by my pigtail.

Sitting on her couch was a cute guy wearing only a pair of ripped jeans. His chest was muscular and hairless. His deep, blue eyes, almost the same shade as Master’s, peered at me, a smile crossing his chiseled face. His hair was shaved and black spikes pierced through his eyebrows. A black bull’s ring dangled from his nose while both of his ear lobes were distorted by wide, black ear expanders.

“This that girl?” Spike grunted, taking a pull from a brown bottle of beer.

“Yep,” Zelda laughed. “She’s a wild slut. We made a sex tape last time we hooked up.”

A grin split his lips. “You’re one hot chick. Zelda says you like to party.”

“I love to party,” I purred.

“What’s this about your throat?” Zelda asked, fingering my choker. “Mark and Mary’s slut forever,” she read and frowned. “Wait, not that Mark?”

I grinned at her.

“Holy shit,” Spike gasped. “That was wild what happened today. Did he really die and come back to life?”

I blinked. “Well, he was shot in the chest a bunch and…” My voice broke, emotion choking my throat. The image of Master lying bleeding on the lawn would haunt me for the rest of my life. But he lived. I didn’t need to break down and cry. Because he lived. I took a breath, forcing down the fear. “We thought he was going to die and then he was all better.”

“Fuck,” Zelda muttered. “Is he, like, a god or something?”

A god? He could do some amazing things. Both of them could. “Maybe he is,” I answered. Was I claimed by a god? “And I’m one of his favorites.”

A surge of lust shot through me. Master was a god, and he chose me. Holy shit. He. Chose. Me.

My pussy dripped.

Spike pulled me to him, rough, commanding, like he thought he was Master. I sat down on the couch next to him, savoring his dominance. He boldly pulled up my skirt, exposing my shaved cunt. His fingers ran down my slit then shoved roughly inside me. I gasped in pleasure, my cunt growing juicy.

“So a god’s cock has been up in here?” he asked, his thick fingers pumped in and out of my cunt.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Must be great snatch then.”

“The best.”

Zelda sank down on the other side of me, her fingers unlacing the black ties of my corset. It loosened enough for Zelda to fish out my left breast, and I moaned as her lips engulfed my nipple. Then she softly bit it with her teeth, nipping, teasing me. I loved it.

My pussy grew even juicier as Spike pumped his fingers in and out of my snatch. They reached in so deep, stirring me up while my toes curled. I leaned my head back, groaning and gasping, my pussy clenching down on his wonderful fingers.

I jumped when Spike’s thumb rubbed hard on my clit. “Oh, fuck!” I licked my lips. “Ooh, you think you’re so tough and strong. I love it.”

Zelda purred and then bit my nipple and stretched it with her teeth. She sounded so feline. I gasped, arching my back. Spike nuzzled at my neck, his lips sucking as I squirmed and groaned, pleasure shooting through my body.

If the other sluts only unknotted their panties, they would know this pleasure. They would be Master’s sluts always. Spike was good, but he wasn’t demanding enough. He played at being the dominant Master actually was.

But it was fine for tonight.

“You are so hot and wet, slut,” Spike growled into my ear.

“I am,” I groaned. “You’re stirring me up.” My hand shot out and squeezed his hard dick through his jeans. “Getting me ready, huh?”

“Yes.” He nipped my ear, stretching it the way Zelda stretched my nipple. I gasped, shuddering, my pussy clenching. I squeezed his dick. “Unzip me. I think you’re wet enough to be fucked.”

“Yes!”

I unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling out a hard, thick cock. A silver ring pierced the cock’s crown below the urethra. A Prince Albert piercing. A wicked smile shot through me as my fingers played with the ring, his dick throbbing.

“I am wet enough,” I gasped.

Spike growled and pushed Zelda aside so he could settle between my thighs, his cock pointing at me. He seized my hips, pulling me to the edge of the couch, his pierced dick rubbing at my labia. I groaned, humping against him, eager to be fucked until I erupted.

“Fuck the slut,” Zelda urged, eyes wild.

Spike thrust hard into me. I groaned as his dick buried into my depths, the ring rubbing deliciously down the length of my pussy. He drew back. I shuddered, the ring teasing me, driving me wild as it caressed my wet flesh. Then he slammed into me again.

God, his cock felt so good inside me. I always loved fucking a guy with a pierced cock.

“You like that, slut?” Zelda hissed, seizing my pigtail and yanking my head to face her as Spike pounded my pussy.

“You know I do.” I locked my thighs around Spike’s waist. “Pound me. Make me explode on your dick!”

“A god’s fucked her pussy, baby,” Zelda hissed right before her lips latched onto mine.

Zelda kissed me hard. It was a savage kiss, her teeth nibbling at my lips as she kept a tight grip on my pigtail. I savored it as I humped my hips against Spike’s hard thrusts, my pussy clenching on his pierced cock.

Oh, that ring teased my pussy walls. Pleasure roared through my pussy with each thrust. I moaned into Zelda’s hard kiss. Her fingers seized my nipple, pulling and twisting on it. I shuddered, my flesh clenching down on Spike’s cock as he fucked me harder and faster.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted, balls smacking loudly into my taint. “Fuck, fuck you’re tight, babe! Shit! I can see why a god would fuck you! This is some Grade A cunt I’m getting!”

He thrust harder, faster. His balls thwacked over and over into me. I moaned louder into Zelda’s kiss as I trembled. I bucked my hips up into his groin, grinding on him, loving the friction of his cock and amazing ring caressing my pussy walls.

“I’m going to flood her pussy. I’m going to cum where a god’s shot his load.”

He sounded so proud. So happy. A joy only my Master could bring to humans. Maybe he was divine. I shuddered, my orgasm building quickly. Between the metal ring rubbing against my pussy’s walls and the thought I was a god’s slut, his concubine, I hurtled towards my climax.

I gasped into Zelda’s greedy mouth as her hand slid down and found my little clit. She rubbed it. I writhed beneath Spike as my orgasm exploded through my cunt, squeezing down on his big dick, savoring the cock ring sliding in and out of my depths.

Stars burst in my eyes. I broke the kiss. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck my pussy! Cum in me! Flood me! A god’s cock has fucked me. I’m blessing your dick, Spike!”

“Shit,” he grunted, pounding me harder and harder.

My insides burned from the friction. Zelda kept playing with my clit. The stimulation sent me bucking again, the ecstasy washing out of my pussy. My thighs clenched about Spike’s dick hard as my pussy spasmed about his dick, writhing, eager for his jizz.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming again! Oh, keep fucking me! Yes, Yes! Fuck, keep playing with my clit, slut! Mmm, yes!”

“You love it when I diddle you, whore?” Zelda purred.

“Yes, yes yes,” I hissed. “Keep it. Keep making me cum. I’m milking his cock.”

“I’m gonna cum in your pussy,” Spike grunted. “I bet you’re the type of slut that loves it when a guy busts his nut inside her!”

“Oh yes,” I panted. “Flood my naughty little cunt with your cum! I’m going to make Zelda lick it all out!”

Zelda pinched my nipple hard. “You think so, slut?”

“Yes!” I screamed as a third orgasm crashed through me.

Spike groaned as my pussy hungrily milked his cum from his balls. He thrust hard, his cock erupting. I loved the feeling of hot cum splashing inside me. Thick and creamy, filling me to the brim with his naughty spunk. Spike drew back and buried himself one last time inside me

“Shit,” he grunted. “I came in her pussy. A god’s whore… Fuck!

He pulled out and his cum ran out of me. I clapped my hand over my cunt and grinned at Zelda. I arched an eyebrow.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Clean her pussy out, Zelda!” Spike barked. Then a grin broke out on his face. “She’s got to be clean for her god.”

Zelda then grinned, licking her lips. As she slipped to the floor before me, she moaned, “Yes, she does. Needs to be all nice and tidy for her god.”

I moaned as Zelda’s head bent down and lapped at my messy cunt. Spike was right, Master wouldn’t be pleased if my snatch was full of some other man’s cum tomorrow. I closed my eyes, eager to prove to Master I was his no matter what.

And until then, I would have Spike and Zelda to help pass the time.

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Tacoma, WA

I was numb inside. Chasity was dead. I should have told her last night how I felt. I thought we had a thousand nights. We were sluts together, serving those bastards who dominated us, who twisted us into whores for their amusement.

I half-hoped that my love for Chasity was fake, too. Something they made me experience so I would be free of the grief and pain. When I fought with Lillian, I only had the anger at the injustice of what Mark and Mary had done to me, how they had turned us into their slaves. Now I was free of their control, and I would see that they paid for what they did to me.

To Chasity.

And then, as I drove back to Tacoma where the FBI field office lay, my grief for Chasity numbed everything away. It was real. I loved her. I held her in my arms last night. I savored how she felt, our hearts beating almost as one.

I could have told her in words how I felt, but I didn’t.

And now it was too late.

Mark and Mary had killed her. Yes, the nuns and their servants pulled the trigger that killed her, but they were only trying to stop the evil that was Mark and Mary. Those two were filthy, abhorrent. With their powers, they could enslave the world—Tyrants chaining mankind with love and smothering away all free will.

I felt so filthy.

I threw open the door to ASAC Donavan’s office. He was the Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the Tacoma Branch. I laid my eyes on him, marching to his desk. He looked up, blinking in shock, opening his mouth to speak.

I cut him off. “I need a transfer.”

“I thought you were happy with your, um, undercover assignment,” Donavan said. He was under Mark’s foul powers. “You seemed so committed last week.”

I shivered as Donavan leered at me. He had watched me fuck Mark Glassner in this very building. Well, that was when I was Mark’s slave. Now, I wanted to get as far away from the creep as I could. Far away from all the people he had enslaved. Far away from my memories. Grief almost overwhelmed me, but I beat it down. I didn’t need that now. I had to regroup. To plan.

“Just send me far away,” I snarled. “Mark approved it.” A lie. Well, if Mark was honest about letting me go, I guess it really wasn’t.

“Well, if that’s what Mark wants,” Donavan said, a hint of awe in his voice.

Jeez, was he one of those idiots buying that bull about Mark being a god? When I left the house, a group of those idiots were gathering outside with signs proclaiming Mark and Mary to be their gods. Blind fucking idiots.

“It is,” I told him, rubbing at my neck. It felt good to have that damned choker off. I threw it into the Puyallup River on my way here. Let the fish be his damned sex slave. I was through being a man’s plaything.

I would find a way to stand up to Mark. The tree of liberty needed watering again, and only the blood of tyrants and patriots would suffice.

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