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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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At the close of the demon wars, none were left to challenge the Tyrants. Their shadow fell over the entire world, and they remade it in their image.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Chasity “Chase” Alberta Glassner

After losing my virginity, I couldn’t get enough of sex.

Lucky for me, there was a mansion full of beautiful women for me to experience. I fucked my half-siblings. I fucked the sluts. I fucked my aunts and uncles, my grandfather, and grandmothers. I worked my way through every maid. My poor pussy felt so abused after the end of the first week. Luckily, Sam showed me this cream she had created, rubbing first the soothing lotion, and then her girl-cock, deep inside my pussy.

There was only one choice I had in my life besides the decision of who I should fuck next. Being a goddess meant my day was dictated by the events I needed to attend. I rarely had any free time. But there was one thing that was wholly in my control.

To be bound to my parents or not.

“It’s your choice if you want to be bound to us,” Mother always told me. “You can be free to live your life, grow old, and die, or you can choose to be young and live forever with those who love you.”

As my twentieth birthday approached, I made my choice. “I want to be bound,” I told my parents a week before my birthday. “And I want Mom to do it.” I gave Father a sheepish look. “I love you, Daddy, I do, but this lets Grandpa get involved.”

Father laughed and rubbed my head, mussing my hair—I hated when he did that. “You do seem to be an affectionate granddaughter.”

“Well, I don’t get to see him that much,” I said. My parents had chosen him and Grandma to govern North America, so they moved to Washington, D.C., a few years ago. “He is coming for my birthday, right?”

“Of course he is,” Mother reassured me. She gripped my hand. I was going to be the first child bound to them; the trio of Silas, Delilah, and Andrea were waiting for their three-way wedding in a month to be bound all at once.

I was full of energy all week; I’m sure I drove everyone in the mansion nuts, but I was just so excited to see Grandpa. Finally, the day arrived, and my parents threw a lavish party for me. Every Governor and Bishop showed up, all my parents’ old friends and their most devoted worshipers. Once again, the entertainment was brought by Bishop Mattock and his stable of Temple Prostitutes.

“I was my husband’s first prostitute,” Jessie, Bishop Mattock’s wife, confided in me as we slipped into an alcove in the ballroom, one of many constructed so people could find an intimate spot to make love. She was a bubbly blonde who looked only twenty. “And it’s all thanks to your Father that we got together.”

“The Buy Best Orgy?” I asked with a grin.

Jessie nodded as she fell to her knees before me. She buried her face into my waxed-bare snatch and licked. Her tongue worshiped me while her blonde hair caressed my thighs. I trembled and moaned as she gave me a screaming orgasm.

She was one of many men and women who were eager to bed a Goddess that night. I was my mother’s daughter, and I shared my affections with as many guests as I could before the binding ceremony.

When the ceremony started, everyone gathered around a bed placed in the center of the ballroom. Mother lay on her back, writhing and gasping as Grandfather ravished her. He fucked his daughter hard, Mother gasping and moaning so loudly.

A Goddess writhing in incestuous bliss.

I saw that same rapture on her face that I felt when Father fucked me. Mother’s eyes met mine, and we shared this moment of understanding. We were both women, both daughters, who loved being fucked by our daddies.

While Mother writhed in bliss, Dawn and Rose Cunningham led the assembled clergy in a hymn of praise. Their words merged with the gasping passion. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. Despite all the sex I had tonight, I had a powerful ache for more. For this wonderful moment.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” Mother howled, crying out in the same rapturous sounds I made. “Cum in me! Your naughty granddaughter wants to lick your seed out of me.”

“Yes!” Grandfather howled, burying his cock so deep into Mother.

My pussy clenched as his back arched. His face twisted with rapture. I knew his cum pumped into Mother’s pussy. A dizzy wave washed through me. My heart thundered in my chest as their orgasm peaked.

And then he rolled off of her.

The gathered crowds grew silent as they watched me approach the bed. Mother kept her legs spread wide. Her cunt gaped open, the pink folds glistening with cum and juices. More pearly delight leaked out of her, running down her taint to soak into the crimson silk sheets. I crawled across the bed, my breasts swaying beneath me.

I reached her thighs, stroking her flesh. She shuddered and writhed. Her entire body shook and shivered. She let out a whimpering sound as my fingers climbed up her thighs. I lowered my face to her pussy and inhaled the bouquet of pussy juices and cum.

I nuzzled my lips into her sloppy cunt and licked deeply. I gathered Grandfather’s salty jizz and Mother’s sweet pussy.

“Zimmah,” Mother intoned.

The spell writhed through the air around us. Energy flowed from Grandfather into Mother and then through her into me. My eyes widened as I felt chains stronger than death bind me to Mother, shackling my soul forever to hers.

I shuddered as immortality settled upon me. I looked up at her, staring into her green eyes, and moaned, “We’ll be together forever, Mommy!”

“Yes, we will, baby girl,” she breathed as everyone cheered.

Later, as the party wound down, I cornered my Grandfather. I approached him with a coquettish hunger and pouted at him. “You haven’t given me your gift yet, Grandpa.”

“I wanted to give it to you in private,” he said and gave me a warm smile.

“Well, I have a surprise for you, too.” A wanton giggle burst from my lips. “Why don’t you come to my bedroom in fifteen minutes?”

His eyes flicked up and down me. “Sure, Chase.”

I slipped out of the ballroom as an orgy began forming with those guests still here; Mother and Father were at the center of it. Mother had Alison rimming her ass as Bishop Addison ate Mother’s pussy. Father was buried beneath a pile of female flesh made up of Aunt Antsy, Jessie, Jessica, and two of Governor Chris’s busty wives. Part of me wanted to join.

But another part of me wanted to have a wicked time with Grandfather.

I entered my bedroom and found the outfit that Lillian had helped me procure. “They’re quite hard to find these days,” she had said to me two days ago. “Have fun!”

I dressed, my excitement building and building as I drew on each article of clothing, transforming myself into something that looked even younger than I had appeared. I trembled, smoothing the skirt, waiting for my grandfather to enter.

A few minutes later, my body trembling, a knock rapped on my door. I told him to enter and tensed, hoping would love my outfit, love me. My heart beat faster and faster in my chest as his eyes fell on me.

They widened. A smile broadened his face.

“My sweet Chase, how beautiful you are,” he groaned, his eyes raking my body.

Delight exploded in me. I let out a girlish giggle, feeling so wanton and wicked. I plucked at the skirt and purred, “I heard you like naughty schoolgirls.”

“Yes,” he groaned. “God, Chase, you are gorgeous.”

I beamed at him, shifting my hips. I wore a white, button-down blouse tied below my breasts, which left my flat stomach exposed. A green-and-blue tartan skirt fell in pleated folds down to my upper thighs. The knee-high, white socks completed the wicked look. I had my auburn hair in a ponytail hanging over my left shoulder to add a splash of color on the white blouse.

He ran a hand through his red hair streaked with gray as he drank in the sight of me. My nipples ached and my pussy clenched. He loved it. I could see the hungry passion in his eyes. His cock hardened before him.

He cupped my chin and stared into my blue eyes. “I love naughty schoolgirls.” His hand slid down and found my breast. He squeezed me through the blouse, his finger brushing my nipple; a naughty tingle raced down to my cunt. “You’ve been such a bad girl, haven’t you?”

“I have,” I purred.

“Bad girls need to be disciplined.”

I blinked in surprise. Disciplined? Did he want to spank me? Mother liked to spank the sluts and maids when they were “naughty.” A tingle raced through my pussy. And Grandfather was just so sexy, this older, confident man who made me feel so womanly as he drew me to the bed.

I didn’t resist when he sat down on the bed and pulled me over his lap. I shivered, my butt-cheeks clenching as I squirmed atop him, feeling his hardon beneath my stomach. I whimpered as he drew up my skirt.

“Naughty slut, no panties,” he groaned, rubbing his hands roughly across my exposed rump.

“I forgot them,” I said, trying to sound scared and innocent.

Grandfather’s cock bulged beneath me. He liked it. He wanted me to act so vulnerable and innocent. I whimpered and squirmed more, rubbing my belly against his erection. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.

“I’m sorry for being such a bad girl, Grandpa,” I whimpered. “Please, please, don’t spank me.”

“But bad girls have to be spanked,” he said, giving my rump a squeeze. “They have to learn their lessons.”

His hand rose for my ass.

CRACK!

Stinging agony melted through my ass. I bucked as the air rang with the meaty smack, yelping in pain. My pussy clenched. I couldn’t believe how naughty it made me feel. How it made my cunt tingle and itch even more. He was just so strong. So in charge right now. He could do anything to me.

“You are such a bad little girl!” he groaned.

SMACK!

“So bad!”

CRACK!

“Oh, I’m so bad,” I whimpered, loving this.

SMACK!

I groaned and shuddered on his lap. I blinked, then realized his hand still rested on my burning rump. I let out a soft sigh as he massaged my flesh, soothing the hurt and building a fire inside me. I closed my eyes, melting inside and—

CRACK!

He spanked me even harder. Juices leaked out of my cunt and trickled down my thighs. I squirmed, eager for the next strike. I felt so naughty. So wanton. This felt so right to be over my grandfather’s lap.

“Ooh, spank me, Grandfather!” I moaned. “Punish me!”

SMACK!

My bottom quivered. The pain went straight to my clit, feeding my fires.

CRACK!

He kept spanking me

SMACK!

I writhed on his lap

CRACK!

I rubbed my clit into his thigh. The heat melted into my cunt. It made my pussy drip. I whimpered and groaned, my orgasm building and building in me just from being punished. I was such a naughty schoolgirl. So wanton and whorish.

His next smack didn’t land on my ass.

SMACK!

The wet sound echoed as his hand cracked right on my cunt.

“Grandfather!” I howled, my body bucking. Pain and pleasure shot to the core of my pussy.

And detonated my pleasure. My orgasm exploded through me. I spasmed on his lap, juices gushing out of my cunt and bathing his hand rubbing at my burning labia. Waves of rapture washed through my body as agony transformed into ecstasy.

“Yes, yes!” I screamed. “I’m so bad!”

“So bad,” he growled, rubbing my cunt.

CRACK!

The second spanking on my pussy sent another orgasm bursting through me. I gasped, stars twinkling across my vision. My body bucked hard, my belly rubbing into his hard cock. My whimpers and moans filled the air as his palm rubbed my burning twat, my clit throbbing from the punishment.

“What a whorish girl you are!” he growled. “I’m going to need to use my rod to punish you!”

“Punish me with your thick rod, sir!” I howled, my body wracked with orgasms. They rippled through me.

He threw me down on my bed, shoved a pillow underneath my stomach, and knelt behind me. I heard his pants unzip; his cock smacked my plump, smarting ass-cheek. More pain rippled through me. My nipples ached against my thin, white blouse. I wiggled and moaned in wanton need.

“Little sluts like you need a hard rod to keep you in line!” he groaned

“Yes!” I cried out as his cock smacked my pussy, the wet sound echoing.

He rammed his cock into me. My grandfather’s cock filled my juicy pussy still spasming from my orgasms. Waves of pleasure rippled through my flesh. I squirmed, impaled on his dick. He was almost as big as Father. He leaned over me, his groin pressing into my burning rump.

“Fuck me! Pound my little snatch!” I gasped, squeezing my snatch around his cock. “Punish me, sir!”

“Yes!” he snarled and drew back his dick through my pussy.

My eyes squeezed shut as he slammed his cock into me. The friction of his shaft sliding through my pussy met the stinging smack of his groin hitting my spanked ass. I whimpered, the bed creaking as he pounded me. The two delights merged through me, pain and pleasure mixing, swirling, building another orgasm in me.

The angle of his thrusts let him drive his cock deep into me. The tip rubbing down the top of my pussy and brushed my G-spot over and over. I quivered, the pleasure building so fast in me. I still brimmed with delight from my last two orgasms. I didn’t need much to cum again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as another orgasm rippled through my pussy, my cunt spasming about his hard cock

“You fucking whore!” he groaned. “You came already?”

“Your tool feels so good!” I panted. “I’m just that wanton.”

He groaned, thrusting so hard into me. He rammed his dick into my snatch and growled, “It’s supposed to be a punishment!”

“Sorry, sir!” I moaned, my mind buffeted by the waves of ecstasy washing out of my cunt.

“I think a different hole needs to be reamed by my cock now!” he growled as he plundered my pussy.

“Mmm, I couldn’t agree more, sir!”

He ripped his dick out of my convulsing pussy. I whimpered, feeling so empty. I needed to be filled. Then his hands pried apart my burning butt-cheeks, fingers pressing into my punished flesh. I groaned, my sphincter clenching.

His cock pressed against my puckered hole, wet with pussy juices.

He rammed forward. My cunt had lubed him well; he speared into my asshole with little resistance. My anal ring gobbled up his cock. I’d taken many cocks up my ass, my bowels broken in so well by Father. Grandfather’s cock reached into my depths. His balls smacked my taint as his crotch spanked my ass.

I savored the velvety burning in my bowels and the stinging pain across my butt-cheeks.

Gasping in delight, I bucked my hips back into his thrusting cock. I savored how he filled up my bowels. His groin smacked into my pillowy ass-cheeks over and over. The stinging pain shot through me. I anticipated each thudding impact, squeezing my asshole about his cock as he plunged into my depths.

“Fuck my ass!” I chanted. “Fuck me! Fuck my naughty, schoolgirl ass, Grandpa!”

“Yes, such a tight, hot ass,” he growled. “Ooh, you love it, you little whore.”

“Your whore, Grandpa!”

He fucked me so hard. I whimpered and shoved my right hand between me and the pillow. My questing fingers found my hard clit. I stroked my pleasure button. My digits massaged it. I whimpered, the new delight mixing with the pain and pleasure Grandfather churned in my ass.

My eyes fluttered as Grandfather pounded my asshole. He stirred up my pleasure as I struck sparks on my clit. I whimpered into the bed, wiggling my hips, stirring his dick around in my bowels. The slap of flesh merged with our gasps and groans.

“I love your ass, Chase!” he moaned. “My beautiful granddaughter! You look so much like your mother. There’s even a bit of your grandmother in your face!”

I frigged my clit, pushing hard on the sensitive nub, so close to cumming. “Fuck me harder, Grandfather!” I shouted. “I need to cum!

He slapped my ass, stinging pain shooting to my pussy. Then he hunched over me and pistoned his cock rapidly in and out of my ass. Shivers of pleasure burst through me. Every thrust swelled another climax in my cunt.

I pinched my clit.

I cried out in wordless rapture as my orgasm shot through me. The pleasure electrified my body. I spasmed beneath him, the current zapping into my brain. My thoughts lit up with ecstasy. It felt so incredible as my juices gushed out of my cunt.

My ass milked his cock, transmitting my pleasure to him. My bowels writhed and spasmed on his amazing, thrusting cock. He hammered me so hard. His thrusts kept my orgasm alive, sparking new storms of rapture through my body.

“Grandpa!” I howled. “Cum in me! Please, please, spill your spunk into my cunt!”

“Yes!” he snarled and buried his cock to the hilt in my bowels.

His cum erupted into me. He flooded my ass. I whimpered, drinking in the delight, my orgasm carrying me to new heights. My entire body spasmed as he grunted. My asshole milked his dick dry of all his cum.

“Chase,” he groaned and collapsed atop me.

I shuddered as his arms wrapped around me. He rolled us onto our side. He held me so tight, spooning for a while. I stroked his arm as we caught our breaths. I felt so warm, so safe, in his embrace as his cock softened. He nuzzled and kissed at my cheek as we came down from our orgasmic highs. I drifted for a few minutes through buzzing passion.

“I love you, Grandpa,” I sighed.

“I love you, too.” The bed creaked as he sat up. I rolled onto my back, his cum leaking out of my asshole, and watched him pick up a rectangular present bound in colorful paper. I hadn’t noticed him bring it in with him and…

It was a book!

A giddy thrill ran through me as I sat up.

“Happy birthday, Chase,” he said and handed it over to me.

I took it with eager excitement and ripped open the package. The book was old, the pages yellowing. I’ve always wanted to have a new book, but none were published these days. Well, not the story kind, anyway. The Living Church encouraged its worshipers to only read from the Account of the Gods, the collection of holy scriptures written by various bishops and sluts, or other officially sanctioned books used to educate children.

I glanced at the cover. On Liberty by John Stuart Mill.

“Let this be our little secret,” Grandfather said. “I don’t think your parents would approve of this one.”

I clutched the book to my chest, eager to have this secret with my grandfather.

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