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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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Every bride should yearn to be the Holy Slut Alison. To bend over the alter and be blessed by our Living God.

—Epistle of Xiu 2:7

Friday, July 12th, 2013 – Alison Hertz – South Hill, WA

I was giddy with excitement. The day of my wedding to my Latin beauty, Desiree, had finally arrived.

After today, I would be Alison de la Fuente. After having her marriage to Brandon annulled—Master’s work, and what fun we had in the courtroom that day—Desiree went back to her maiden name. It was a far prettier name then Fitzsimmons.

Desiree and I spent several nights talking in bed about our new last name. Should one of us take the other’s last name like a heterosexual couple? Or would we hyphenate. And how did you hyphenate de la Fuente with Hertz? De la Fuente-Hertz or Hertz-de la Fuente?

Both sounded ridiculous.

In the end, I decided to take Desiree’s last name. De la Fuente was such a beautiful name, far more so than Hertz. Besides, Desiree did the proposing, so I liked to joke that made her the man in our relationship.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I walked downstairs carrying my wedding clothes in a gym bag. Doubts clouded my mind. You shouldn’t marry her, my subconscious whispered. You should devote yourself to Master one hundred percent. She’s just a distraction. I knew it was just nerves, but these thoughts had been plaguing me since Desiree proposed.

I loved Desiree, and I had Master and Mistress’s blessing, so I ignored my subconscious. Desiree was important to my heart. I loved Master and Mistress—and I was their devoted sex slave and slut—but what I felt for them paled compared to the strength of what I felt with Desiree. When we were apart, I missed her, ached for her.

Xiu waited at the bottom of the stairs, a happy smile on her cute, Chinese face. She was dressed like me in a terrycloth robe, her clothes in a bundle slung on her arm. Xiu was my maid of honor. I had chosen her before everything went wrong, and I was so happy that Master healed her last week.

Just one more miracle to add to all the others Master and Mistress could perform.

Desiree had chosen Korina to be her maid of honor, or Desiree’s ‘best gal,’ as I jokingly called her. Originally, it was Fiona, but Fiona had left us.

I missed Noel and Fiona and Thamina, but if they didn’t want to be sluts like the rest of us that was their loss. I also missed Willow, and even Sam, though they just moved up the street. While neither were one of us special sluts any longer, they still served Master and Mistress in their own way. And it was really wild to let Sam fuck you with that cock she could conjure.

But the one I really missed was Chasity. The house seemed a little emptier without her enthusiasm.

I felt a tear misting my eye and wiped it away. Chasity died protecting Mistress while I huddled in the house with the other sluts, too scared to do anything. But not Chasity. She was a warrior woman, a Valkyrie. The memory of her standing up, her blonde hair streaming behind her as she made that last, desperate attempt to save Mistress, still haunted me.

I liked to think Chasity was out there, watching over us in the great beyond, just waiting to appear and save the day at some crucial moment. Like in that old movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. The barbarian one. Dad always loved to watch it. At the end, Arnold’s girl, who died earlier in the movie, would appear, wearing silver armor that shone with its own light, to save him.

Xiu hooked her arm around mine. “Oh, I’m so excited,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Which caused her large breasts to jiggle beneath her robe. Her breasts were as big as my Desiree’s, but on Xiu’s petite frame they seemed enormous. It was hard to feel sad when you were faced with such huge, swaying melons.

“Me, too,” I giggled.

Arm-in-arm, we walked happily to the back of the house and out into the backyard. Sam was there with a few of the bodyguards. I jumped as strawberry-blonde 29 fired her handgun at a mannequin. The mannequin was all white and wore no clothes except for a metal necklace around its neck. 29’s round hit the mannequin, and it toppled over in a spray of plastic.

“Darn,” Sam muttered. “I thought that would work.”

“Maybe the metals aren’t right?” Candy suggested.

Sam’s lover was stretched out naked on a chaise lounge, tanning, her body glistening. She was short, but she had some nice curves that I greatly appreciated. And I loved her hair, half dyed the same shade of pink as my hair, the other half cotton candy blue. Wild.

“Whacha doing?” I asked Sam, surprised our backyard had turned into a firing range.

Her round, olive face was furrowed in thought. “Experimenting on protection charms,” Sam answered. “There are some vague hints in the Book about enchanting amulets and charms. Now that the translation is done, I’m experimenting on those. If I can get this to work, a simple necklace could give you the same protection as a bulletproof vest.”

“Wow!” Xiu gushed.

“Let’s try the B8 bronze, Candy,” Sam ordered as 29 went and stood up the mannequin.

I tugged on Xiu’s arm. “C’mon. We’ve got to get ready. You can watch Sam later.”

“Sorry,” Xiu smiled apologetically at me as I led her to the back gate.

I opened it, the hinges creaking, and nodded to 19 and 20 who were guarding the gate. It was a recent addition. Since the attack and the Miracle, the Church of the Living Gods—as the worshipers of Master and Mistress called themselves—had set up a large tent on the empty lot where our Masters were building their mansion. So it made sense to build the gate. Most of us sluts went to the nightly worship service. They were so much fun. All the worshipers saw us as disciples of their Gods and treated us like we were royalty.

Plus, the worship orgies were a blast.

Desiree and I decided to be married at the Living Church. Daisy Cunningham was going to perform the ceremony. Daisy and her twin sister Rose, despite being eighteen, had somehow become the heads of the church. I guess because they had been preaching Master’s message of free love the loudest. The tent was on the edge of an empty lot overgrown with grass and wildflowers. At the far end of the field, the foundations for the mansion were being dug. Work on our new home started this week. Many of the worshipers volunteered their time to build the mansion while others donated money or materials.

We passed the Miraclists, one of the names for members of the movement, nodding when they bowed to us. Most wore chokers of stainless steel or plastic or leather, and a few had theirs made out gold or silver. The chokers had phrases like: “Faithful” or “Love is the Way” or “My Gods Live,” and a half-a-hundred other phrases.

Crossing the field, we passed more and more Miraclists as we approached the large, red tent. It was like a circus tent, rearing up high. Beth Phillips greeted worshipers as they filed in. There was supposed to be a short service today before my wedding. Everyone touched Beth’s belly as they entered. She claimed to be carrying Master’s child. Maybe she was. I remember the day Master fucked her in the bathroom of that car dealership. I was supposed to distract her husband, but he didn’t seem all that interested in me. The rumor was that Beth left him because he couldn’t satisfy her after Master fucked her.

Beth bowed to us, murmuring, “Holy Sluts.”

“Blessed Mother,” I murmured back.

It was amazing how, in the span of a few weeks, the trappings of religion were quickly springing up. “Blessed Mother” was the title of any woman pregnant with Master’s child. Besides Beth, there was Vivian Anders. And Anastasia Milburn was a maybe. She was one of Mark’s jogging sluts, but her child could also be her husband’s. And, of course, Korina, Violet, and April were all carrying Master’s child, but they were “Holy Sluts.” Maybe they should be “Blessed Holy Mother Sluts.”

Xiu looked at me as I giggled. “Blessed Holy Mother Sluts” sounded more like a swear than a title.

“Blessed holy mother sluts!” I laughed, and Xiu’s look became more confused.

“Are you okay?”

Unable to talk, I just waved my hand and hurried into the tent.

Inside, the worshipers had made a vestibule out of curtains hanging from PVC pipes. There were a pair of antechambers off the vestibule on the right and left while going straight ahead would take you into the main worship pavilion. Xiu and I went into the room on the right to get changed and wait for the start of the ceremony. Desiree and Korina should already be in the room on the left.

“I’m so happy!” Violet squealed the moment I entered the room. She was waiting for me to arrive. The excited girl threw her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly on the lips. I enjoyed my sister-slut’s lips for a minute before I broke the kiss. It wouldn’t do for us to get carried away.

“You’re just radiant,” Violet beamed after I broke the kiss. “You’re glowing, Alison.”

“I feel like it,” I said and giggled again. “And so are you.”

She rubbed at her stomach. She only found out from Dr. Willow a few days ago she was pregnant with Master’s child. Or maybe it was Mistress’s. The date of conception, according to Dr. Willow, was the day Mistress had her cock, a bargain she made with Lilith. But Mark had also fucked Violet that evening during our reunion orgy.

I guess we would have to wait nine months and find out.

Our terrycloth robes came off, and Xiu and I were both naked except for our chokers. I admired the curves on Xiu’s petite body. Especially her large breasts and dark nipples that were pierced by a silver bar from which dangled pink butterflies on silver chains. I knew from experience just how much she loved for someone to pull hard on those piercings. She practically came when she got them re-pierced.

Master had healed her a little too well after she was shot during the SWAT attack.

“Let’s get you dressed and ready,” Violet giggled, her pigtails making her look even younger than eighteen.

I opened my bag and pulled out my wedding attire. First, a white merry widow, a type of corset that cupped my round breasts with lace. Violet helped me put it on, lacing it up in the back. The corset was low-cut, leaving my hard nipples—pierced with silver barbells—exposed. Then I gently rolled up a pair of white fishnet stockings and hooked the merry widow’s garters to the stocking tops. Last came the white stiletto heals.

I wore no panties, displaying my shaved cunt and my tattoo. I loved my tattoo. It was so naughty. The words “Cum on in,” were inked in black over an arrow that pointed down at my pussy.

“Oh, you are so sexy,” groaned Xiu as I did a twirl.

“Desiree’s jaw is going to drop,” giggled Violet in agreement.

“That’s the plan,” I said as I sat down at a chair before a small desk, a makeup mirror before me reflecting my face.

Violet applied my makeup while Xiu pulled on a similar merry widow, although hers was a midnight blue. Outside, I could hear one of the Cunningham twins begin the nightly sermon, her soprano voice carrying through the tent. After my makeup was done, I applied a lovely perfume Mistress gave me on my wrists, behind my ears, and one dab right above my clit.

Violet held up a mirror, and I smiled. I looked hot. My bubblegum-pink hair fell in loose curls about my shoulders, framing my innocent-looking, eighteen-year-old face. The makeup gave me a hungry look which contrasted nicely with my innocent features. I looked like a slutty virgin, particularly in the white merry widow that was both virginal and whorish at the same time.

I was all set to get married.

“You look beautiful,” Master said as he walked in.

I blushed, “Thank you, Master.”

He wore a simple, white shirt with blue, pinstripe lines, and a pair of black slacks. In his hands was a bouquet of red and dark-blue flowers. He handed them to me, and I smiled. He was walking me down the aisle. My father was here tonight, but he understood that a sex slave should be given away by her Master.

Or her Mistress, in Desiree’s case.

“It’s time,” Violet announced, stepping back in. “Alison, oh, you are so beautiful.” Tears misted her eyes.

Tears misted mine. I was getting married to the second most beautiful woman in the world—Mistress was the most beautiful woman.

Xiu smiled at me as we stepped out into the vestibule. Across the room, Desiree followed Korina out of the other antechamber and my breath caught. My Latin beauty was stunning in her white merry widow. Her large, pillowy breasts cradled so perfectly amid the lace of her bodice, her dark nipples erect and pointing right at me. My eyes slid down her nut-brown skin to her gorgeous legs clad in white stockings, and her shaved pussy peeking between sleek thighs. Next to her, Mistress was wearing a dark-blue dress, low-cut to show off her freckled breasts, and with a short skirt so her creamy, delicious thighs were exposed.

“Let’s get married,” I said in giggling excitement.

Desiree nodded at me, a huge smile on her lips.

Xiu and Korina hooked their arms together and marched slowly down the aisle, reveling in the stares their exposed flesh brought from the congregation. I saw Daddy look back, and I smiled shyly at him. Master had easily convinced my daddy to let me be a sex slave, and he had been supportive ever since.

My thoughts drifted to our deliciously sinful time two weeks ago while Master and Mistress were in New York City. Making love to my daddy, with Desiree’s help, had been magical.

Korina and Xiu reached the alter, and then it was Mistress and Desiree’s turn. Arm in arm, they marched slowly while the entire congregation watched with awe as their Goddess escorted my bride. My eyes alternated between Desiree’s plump and naked ass and Mistress’s swaying rear beneath her tight skirt. Daisy waited at the altar. She blushed when Mistress leaned over and captured her pretty lips with a kiss.

Now it was my turn. Taking a deep breath, I hooked my arm around Master’s. I trembled.

It’s not too late, my subconscious whispered. You don’t have to marry her. I ignored my doubts. It was far too late to stop this. Desiree owned my heart. She stole it the day we met. My trembles stopped, and I walked stately towards my waiting bride on Master’s arm.

As I passed Daddy, he reached out and gripped my hand. I felt my eyes misting in joy and squeezed him back. He sat next to Issy Norup, one of Master’s former jogging sluts. I convinced Dad to come to the Church after our dinner, and he hit it off with Issy, with a little nudge from me. The eighteen-year-old looked happy leaning against my dad. He deserved some happiness. He had spent all his time trying to raise his out-of-control daughter—my mom had died giving birth to me—that he didn’t have time to find himself another woman.

“You are so beautiful, mi Sirenita,” Desiree whispered when I reached the altar.

That did it. A tear fell. “You’re gorgeous.”

I handed Xiu my bouquet and took my bride’s hands. I loved it when Desiree called me “Sirenita.” It meant little mermaid in Spanish. I glanced down at the engagement ring Desiree had given me. It had the two mermaids engraved on the band, their arms forming the mounts for the sparkling diamond.

Daisy started her wedding sermon. I tried to focus on her words, but I just kept staring into Desiree’s eyes as her words about how beautiful it was when two people decided to join their lives together washed past me. She urged us to love each other, and to put each other first before all others, to delight in each other’s bodies, and to share our deepest pleasures with our partner.

“Our Gods are here tonight to bless this union,” Daisy preached, snapping me out of my daze.

My pussy clenched as Master and Mistress moved to us, a hungry grin on Master’s lips.

I trembled as Master bent me over the altar. I was suddenly so nervous. I had fucked Master plenty of times, but this was different. This was my wedding day. Desiree bent over next to me, flashing me a smile as Mistress deftly slipped on a strap-on with a hot-pink dildo attached.

A zipper rasped behind me. I shivered in delight as Master caressed my ass. I reached out to grab Desiree’s hand as I felt his hard cock nudging the lips of my pussy. Everyone in the congregation watched us, all so envious that we were about to be fucked by their Gods.

“Alison, you were our first slut,” Master said, his voice loud and confident. “And I am so happy for you and Desiree.”

“Desiree, you were our second slut,” Mistress spoke. “I’ve seen how happy Alison makes you, and you have our blessing to marry her.”

“Oh, thank you, Master!” I moaned as Master rammed his cock into my wet cunt. Desiree’s mouth widened in pleasure as Mistress fucked her dildo into Desiree’s pussy. Master pounded my slutty cunt. “Mmm, I love it when your cock’s inside me!”

“Fuck me, mi Reina,” Desiree panted, squeezing my hand. “Yes, yes! Oh, yes! I love you! I love when you make me your dyke-whore!”

Master’s cock filled me, stretching me with his girth. I loved it. Every thrust, every caress of his cock against my wet sheath, built the pleasure in my depths. His balls smacked into my clit, sending sparks through my pussy as wet slaps echoed.

I squirmed, my pussy clenching on his dick as he reamed me. He groaned and grunted, savoring the tight, hot, wet silk of my cunt. I knew how to please this man. My Master. He had changed my life. I was so glad my subconscious had whispered to me, pointing him out playing with Lillian at Goth Topic all those weeks ago.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Bless my slutty pussy, Master!”

“Such a slutty pussy,” he grunted. “No woman is more slutty than you.”

“None, mi Rey,” my bride moaned.

I turned my head, staring into my bride’s dark eyes. I saw love for me and the pleasure that Mistress gave her, mirroring my own ecstasy. I squeezed her hand and smiled at her. We were blessed by our Masters. We would be their slaves forever.

What a wonderful word.

Master thrust harder, the altar shaking beneath us. My nipples rubbed against the silk cloth that draped the altar. Another delightful sensation rippling down my body and fueling my growing orgasm. My pussy clenched on his dick as I trembled, my head tossing, pink hair dancing.

Desiree moaned beside me, her brown hair spilling about her shoulders, her large tits pillowed beneath me. She arched her back, slamming into Mistress’s thrusts. Pleasure burned in Mistress’s face, her green eyes intent as she pounded my bride.

“Yes, yes, fuck her, Mistress,” I panted. “Fuck my bride. Oh, she loves it. She’s your puta.”

“Are you?” Mistress moaned, slapping Desiree’s ass.

“Always, mi Reina,” groaned Desiree. “I’m your puta forever. Alison and I will love you and serve you and submit to you always!”

“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching. “Oh, Master, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mmm, your cock is driving me wild! Harder! Fuck my slutty cunt, and fill your naughty slave’s pussy with your cum! I love it! I’m your dirty, little cum-slut!”

“You are,” he snarled, fucking me so hard. My nipples ached on the altar. “My naughty, slutty slave. My whore.”

“Your whore! You won me, Master! Dump your cum in my hole. My cunt, my mouth, my asshole exist for your pleasure.”

Saying those words had me so close to climaxing. Master’s thrusts were becoming more erratic. He was nearing his erupting. Coming closer to filling my naughty snatch with his cream. I couldn’t wait. My naughty, little cunt was made for men to fill it with their cum, particularly this man.

Nothing made me happier.

I pushed my hips back, squeezing my cunt on his shaft. I wiggled my hips and churned his dick through my pussy as he slammed into my depths. His balls thwacked over and over into my clit. I trembled, on the verge of erupting. His hands squeezed my hip, gripping me hard as he reamed over and over into my slutty cunt.

Then buried himself into me and grunted, “Fuck!”

Hot cum flooded my pussy. Thick, hot jizz. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on his erupting dick. He was all the way in me, his cum splashing on my cervix. I felt like such a wonderful slut. He had used my pussy for his pleasure. He had dumped his cum in me.

My orgasm crashed through me.

“Yes! Oh, thank you, Master, for using my cunt to satiate your cock!” I moaned. “Thank you! That was fucking amazing!”

“You’re welcome, slut,” groaned Master as he smacked my ass.

Beside me, Desiree’s face contorted in pleasure, and she gasped, “¡Yo estoy correrse!”

I smiled. Desiree always looked so wild and beautiful when she came, her head tossing, her hips bucking back into Mistress’s thrust. Wild pleasure crossed Mistress’s face as she hammered her dildo into Desiree’s cunt.

“Fucking slut!” Mistress panted. “Keep wiggling that ass, whore! I’m gonna keep fucking you until I cum!”

“Ooh, cum for me, mi Reina! Please!”

Master pulled out of me. I shuddered, savoring the feel of his seed running wet down my thighs. My gaze fell on Mistress. I reached out and caressed Mistress’s face, trailing my fingers down her pale neck to the slope of her breast, stopping at the neckline of her dress.

“Let me help you, Mistress,” I purred, pushing the fabric down to expose a dusky nipple at the tip of a perfect, freckled breast.

“You delightful whore,” Mistress cooed as I sucked that hard nipple into my lips.

I played with the nub, rolling it around my tongue as I sucked hard, giving her pleasure. Blue eyes and a doll’s face loomed up next to me as Korina sucked on Mistress’s other nipples. We both suckled hard, loving our Mistress.

“You beautiful sluts!” Mistress moaned. “Yes, yes! You’re making me feel so happy! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Mistress shuddered behind Desiree. She was so beautiful as she came. I released her nipple, staring into Mistress’s face, loving the delight. She thrust her dildo deep into Desiree’s pussy, her fingers dug into my bride-to-be’s hips.

“Was that wonderful, Mistress?”

“Yes,” she answered, a happy smile on her face. “Oh, that was wonderful, Desiree. You pleased me.”

“And you blessed me, mi Reina,” Desiree said, lifting her head, her face flushed from her pleasure. She shivered as Mistress pulled her dildo out of my bride’s cunt.

“My naughty filly,” Master said as he wrapped his arms around Mistress and kissed her on the lips.

I smiled. They loved each other so much, and it was always beautiful to watch them together. Desiree grasped my hands, kissed my knuckles. I turned to her and smiled. I hoped I loved Desiree as much as Mistress loved Master.

As I stared into Desiree’s eyes, I knew I did. I knew my subconscious was wrong to object to our union. I had nothing to be afraid of. Desiree loved me. I loved her. And we would serve Master and Mistress for ever and ever.

Smiling, my bride and I turned back to face Daisy. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire, and her cheeks were rosy-red. She mouthed, “That was hot.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Ready?” she whispered.

I glanced at Desiree and nodded again.

“With the brides blessed,” Daisy said loudly to the congregation, “it is time for these two to be united in blessed matrimony.” Her eyes turned to me, Master’s cum trickling out of my cunt. “Do you, Alison Hertz, take Desiree de la Fuente to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, to cherish her, and to share her with your Gods as your slut-wife for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I happily vowed, my eyes misting with tears as I stared into Desiree’s beautiful, brown depths. Tears glistened on her dark eyelashes. Desiree gently slid the gold wedding band down my finger, pushing it next to my engagement ring.

Xiu slipped me Desiree’s wedding band.

Daisy continued, “Do you, Desiree de la Fuente, take Alison Hertz to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, to cherish her, and to share her with your Gods as your slut-wife for so long as you both shall live?

“I do!” Desiree proclaimed confidently.

Hand shaking, I brought the ring to her finger. I slipped it on slowly, my pussy clenching in excitement as the ring sealed us.

“Then by the powers invested in me by our Living Gods and the State of Washington, I pronounce you slut-wives! You may now kiss each other.”

A wonderful surge of emotions, so many it was hard to tell what they all were. A mix of elation, joy, happiness, awe, and delight all lifted through me as Desiree cupped my face and lowered her lips to mine.

My bride kissed me.

Her lips felt wonderful, soft and wet, and her tongue was gentle as it slipped into my mouth. She tasted sweet. I caressed her silky cheek. Our passion grew as we kissed, the blood pounding through my body, drowning out the cheering congregation. Her leg slipped between my thighs. I shuddered as it rubbed against my dripping pussy.

Burning with passion, I pushed my leg between my wife’s thighs and delighted in the wet warmth of her pussy pressing on me. We rubbed against each other as we kissed, humping, grinding, sliding our aching clits on each other’s flesh. Our kiss deepened, tongue caressing as we celebrated our union.

She was my wife. Mine.

Tears burned in my eyes as my hand slipped down to her breast, squeezing her soft, firm tit. Then pinching her nipple between my fingers, rolling it, loving how it felt. Desiree groaned into the kiss, humping her pussy harder against my thigh.

Desiree’s hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me tight into her lips. Her other hand slipped down my back and squeezed my ass. I rubbed my cunt harder on her thigh, my clit delightfully caressing her silken skin, pleasure sparking through me.

Her tongue withdrew from my mouth. I pursued her with my pierced tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet.

Her hips rotated, rubbing her sticky juices all over my thigh as we humped together. Her clit pressed hard against my flesh, and I knew Desiree was experiencing as much pleasure as I felt. I flexed my ass, sliding my pussy up and down on her silky leg faster and faster. Then I felt something brush my asshole.

My naughty, delightful, wonderful bride.

Her finger circled my asshole, teasing my puckered opening. Then she pushed her digit inside my bowels. I groaned into my wife’s lips, the intrusion driving my hips to fuck my pussy harder against her thigh. I had to return the favor.

I kneaded her tit with one hand. I took my other and found her ample, Latina ass. I gave her plump cheeks a squeeze before I dove into her crack and found her velvety asshole. My finger jammed past her clenching ring and was engulfed by her tight ass.

She moaned into my kiss as my finger pumped in and out of her bowels, matching the plunge of her finger in mine. Such wonderful, delightful, burning pleasure surged through me as I kissed my bride so hard.

Then I slipped a second finger into her asshole.

“Mi Sirenita,” she moaned, breaking our kiss for a moment, her ass clenching on my fingers.

Her pussy ground so hard on my thigh with two fingers reaming her tight ass. But she couldn’t be outdone. I gasped as a second digit pressed into my bowels, increasing the burning friction flooding to my pussy. We both groaned into our kiss, pumping our fingers rapidly in each other’s asses, building the pleasure in our pussies.

I burned. My pussy clenched as my clit and labia rubbed on her silky thighs.

“Oh, Desiree,” I moaned, my head snapping back. “So good. I’m going to cum on your thigh. My sexy bride.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. Her neck arched, her breasts pressing into my tits. “I want that. Cum for me, mi Sirenita.”

Her bowels clenched hard on my fingers as I pumped them rapidly in and out of her asshole. More and more of her juices coated my thighs as the pleasure between the pair of us swelled. We both groaned, trembling, driving each other closer and closer to erupting, to shuddering and coming hard on each other’s thighs.

My clit throbbed every time I humped my hips, sliding it against her silky thigh. The pleasure tingled my nub. It made me groan, my head swaying as the pleasure swelled through me. I groaned, eyes fluttering as the delight built in me.

“Desiree,” I moaned, my asshole burning with friction. “I… I…”

“Yes, yes, cum, my new bride!”

“Desiree!”

My bowels spasmed on her finger. My pussy clenched and then the juices gushed out of my cunt, splattering her thighs. I writhed against her as the pleasure washed through her, cumming with my bride for the first time. My new wife.

The woman I loved.

“Mi Sirenita,” she moaned, joining me a moment later, her voice singing out, so beautiful, so perfect. She was wonderful

Her hot juices splashed on my thigh. They dribbled down my leg to my knees as we both shuddered and writhed, holding each other as our pleasure peaked. We moaned, nuzzling our cheeks together, holding each other.

My bride. My wife. How wonderful.

“I love you,” I whispered into her ear.

And then I heard the cheering and clapping. Everyone had been watching us. That sent another hot flutter through me, a mini-orgasm rippling through my depths as I looked at all the people celebrating our union. Dad sat in the front row. He smiled at me, pride shining in his eyes. A delighted thrill spread through my body.

I turned back to my wife, and her face was flushed, a happy smile gracing her lips. “I love you,” I told her again. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” Every time I said it, my happiness blossomed larger.

Her finger was tender as she stroked my cheek. “I love mi Sirenita, my slut-wife, forever.”

I smiled and kissed my wife again. Joy suffused every fiber of my being. Forever with my slut-wife serving our Master and Mistress. What more could a slut want?

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Monday, July 15th – Jessica St. Pierre

“The plane’s waiting at Thun Field to take you to the backup site,” I told the Blackwood family.

“Yes,” Cassie, the eighteen-year-old daughter, beamed as she bounced before her mother and father. The girl’s honey-brown hair, held back in a ponytail, bounced and jiggled. “We’ll take care of it for Them.”

Cassie and her equally beautiful mother, Belinda, had been members of Master’s naked jogging club. From what I gathered, when Master wasn’t around, Belinda and her daughter were sluts to Oscar, the husband and father of the family. And it was clear he enjoyed having his wife and daughter serve him. He had readily agreed to serve Master and Mistress, even when it meant he had to take a lick of Sandy’s cum-filled pussy to be bound to Master with the Zimmah spell. Like me and the other sluts, no nun or any other person could mentally dominate the trio and turn them against Master.

The gathered SWAT officers, survivors of the nun’s attack on us, waited with their families by the cars. They had accepted Master’s offer of serving him in exchange to have their families back and freedom from jail, and were now bound, too.

It really wasn’t their fault they had tried to kill us all. The nuns had controlled them.

“Here is the information,” I told the Blackwoods, handing an envelop to Oscar. “There is ten thousand in cash, the documents, power of attorneys that sign over control of the property to you in name of our Masters, and bank accounts for your pay and for any other resources you may need to acquire.”

“Thanks,” Oscar said. “Well make sure it’s ready.”

I smiled at them. “I hope it won’t be too boring out there.”

“I’m sure we’ll find ways to stay entertained,” laughed Cassie, pressing against her dad. “Maybe a few children. I’ll be ovulating soon.”

Oscar glanced at his daughter, and the pleased smile on his lips made me so wet. I had truly been warped by my time as a slut because that sounded so hot. I wanted to see Cassie swollen and pregnant with her dad’s child.

“Plane is waiting,” I said, my pussy hot. “Our Masters wish you well.”

They said their farewell and headed to the vehicles, four of the bodyguard providing police escort out to Thun Field for them. I turned, squirming, my pussy on fire. I needed to find a slut as fast as possible.

I needed to cum. I wish my dad was alive; then he could breed me. Maybe I should pretend Master was my daddy. My pussy clenched even harder. I wish Master was here, but he was off giving speeches for his political campaign. And I really, really needed a hard cock.

Maybe I shouldn’t have sent those SWAT officers away so soon. They were all muscular hunks. I liked them big and in uniform.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons – Madison, WI

“And here is the dress that Mary Sullivan will be wearing when she weds Mark Glassner on Saturday,” the woman on the Hollywood Reporter gushed as a picture of a wedding dress appeared on the screen.

I groaned, sitting up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. My stomach growled. I had fallen asleep in my motel room. Eating, sleeping, and shitting was all I had done. I was too afraid to leave my room. Housekeeping hadn’t been in for a few days. I glanced at the small kitchenette and the half-eaten box of ramen. I had been living off of Cup O’ Noodles and instant ramen for weeks.

I couldn’t leave. Mark was hunting me. And I was so close to power. Professor Scrivener was working on my translation of the Magicks of the Book of Endor. I was greedy to get my hands on it. But I had to be patient. He wouldn’t hand over any of it until he had his money.

And I didn’t have that.

So I would wait for him to finish, and then I would get my hands on the translation one way or the other. Then everything would change. I would find the way to defeat Mark Glassner. He wouldn’t be able to stand up to me. Not once I had my hands on that book.

It would change everything.

I would teach him not to fuck with me. I would get my wife back. My sweet Desiree would be mine again.

I fell back on the bed, ignoring the damned woman prattling on about Mark and Mary’s wedding. It was so sickening that they were so famous now that the celebrity gossip shows followed them. They were in a countdown for the wedding of the gods.

Gods. My lips curled. “Like Mark Fucking Glassner could ever be a god.”

Oh, I would show him. I would be such a god. I just had to survive a little bit longer.

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