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Chapter Nine

Madison Augustine

A hot shiver ran through me after my daughter, Susannah, told me I would be Sable Newport’s sex slave, too. I would be serving the rich girl the same way my daughter did. I knew about the relationship, of course. I was one of Zach’s women.

Part of his inner harem.

And serving as Sable Newport’s sex slave was far, far, far preferable from letting that disgusting Charles Swartzenburg touch me. I was so glad we were beyond that ruse. When he made me dress up as my daughter so he could pretend he was raping her…

I did it for Zach. For my glorious, hunky, wondrous lover. My heart beat faster just thinking about him. He was as great as his father. No, greater. Stronger. Handsomer. More virile. And that cock… Oh, that was a glorious cock fucking me.

Though Charles’s was very, very similar in shape and feel.

Sable Newport faced me in all-black leather. Heeled boots and a corset that left her round breasts bare and her shaved pussy on display. She dripped with her excitement as she faced my daughter and me. A hot shiver ran through me.

“Strip,” she purred.

“Yes, Mistress Sable,” I moaned, remembering how I had to address my daughter when she dominated me. That was my place in the hierarchy. I was at the bottom. Zach’s whore, my daughter’s sex slave, and Sable Newport’s MILF-pet. I loved it. I was a cheating, cuckolding, wanton preacher’s wife eager for all of it.

I pulled off the t-shirt I was wearing, exposing my large breasts. I knew I would be coming over here to be with Zach, so I had dressed lightly. Just enough clothes so it wouldn’t look scandalous to my neighbors when I left the house.

She flicked her gaze around my breasts. My daughter had inherited my bosom and blonde hair. She looked so much like me. If you were to see a picture of me at her age, you could easily mistake me for Susannah. My pussy clenched as I unsnapped my jeans and shoved them off quickly.

“She’s quite pliable,” said Mistress Sable. “Like you are, Susannah.”

“My… passions were inherited from the whore before you, Mistress,” said Susannah. “Though I wouldn’t let myself be used by man after man while my husband watched.”

“Of course not,” I purred. “You’re married to a real man, Susannah. Your… step-father showed how lacking he was when I met your true father.”

“I don’t care about any of that talk,” snapped Mistress Sable. “Slaves speak when ordered to.”
“Yes, Mistress Sable,” I moaned, stepping out of my jeans, my big boobs jiggling. I peeled out of my socks and stood there naked and ready.

“Kneel,” ordered my new mistress.

I dropped to my knees, my tits slapping together. They moved so much. I savored the way they swayed as they settled into place. Susannah sank beside me, her boobs quivering in such an excited way. She lifted her head to our Mistress.

I did the same, shivering as Mistress Sable picked up a riding crop from the coffee table. She slapped it into her hands as she marched around the pair of us. I quivered at that, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Juices dripped down my thighs. I breathed in the tart and sweet musks of mine and my daughter’s cunts.

The riding crop rubbed over my rump. I knew it would be slapping down on my ass. She would be spanking me. Hard. I would be gasping out in delight as she enjoyed my body. I couldn’t wait for that. Being punished for being a whore was so hot.

“Very nice,” she said. “Mmm, you keep yourself in shape, Mrs. Augustine.”

“I like being a sexy slut, Mistress,” I moaned.

CRACK!

I hissed at the pain burning across my rump. My boobs bounced as the stinging melted down into my pussy. My cunt drank it in. I loved this so much.

“Did I tell you to talk?” she demanded, anger in her voice.

“No, Mistress Sable,” I gasped. “I’m sorry, Mistress Sable.”

CRACK!

“Do not forget again!”

I nodded, savoring that blazing stripe painted across my rump. Master and his mother Mary watched. Their eyes were on me as my cunt dripped like a leaky faucet. My cream ran hot down my thighs. This was a wonderful moment.

“Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, let’s put it to good use,” Mistress Sable said, sliding her riding crop up my side to my boob. She stroked the leather across my tit. “Turn and face your daughter. Susannah, face your mother. Kiss.”

“Yes, Mistress Sable,” my daughter and I said in unison.

We turned on our knees, leaned forward, and kissed. I shuddered at the taboo heat of kissing my daughter. It sent a wonderful heat washing through me. My tongue thrust into my daughter’s mouth, meeting hers. Our boobs brushed, nipples kissing. This was just such a very naughty moment.

Everyone was watching. I felt the maids’ eyes on us. Zach’s. His mother’s and sister’s. Mistress Sable watched as she strode around us, her boots clicking on the stone floor as she strode around us. She was so intense.

CRACK!

Susannah moaned into my lips. Her blue eyes squeezed shut as she enjoyed the pain burning across her rump. That was so hot. Mistress Sable was spanking us both. Did my daughter do something wrong? Or did our Mistress just want to make her ass glow?

CRACK!

The pain burst across my rump. I squealed into my daughter’s lips now. The pain was intense. Mistress Sable spanked me so hard. I loved the sensation as my tongue danced with Susannah’s. My pussy dripped even hotter.

CRACK!

Susannah gasped in pain.

CRACK!

I whimpered at the heat blazing across my rump. I shuddered, my lips working against my daughter’s. This was so wild. I savored the taste of her lips. That was just perfect.

CRACK!

“Is that how you make out with your mother, slut?” Mistress Sable demanded. “You don’t squeeze those big, lush tits of hers?”

CRACK!

“And you, you MILF-whore! You’d think a slut who fucked so many men as you would know how to grope those lush tits! You fucking slag!”

CRACK!

She spanked my ass a second time in a row, the pain sizzling through me.

I cupped my daughter’s tits before she grabbed mine. I squeezed those big, lush breasts, loving how soft they felt in my hands. My hips wiggled, my pussy blazing from the spanks. Tears beaded the corners of my eyes.

My ass hurt.

My daughter whimpered into my lips as her hands kneaded my tits. A warmth washed through me. It was just delicious to have those dainty hands squeezing my tits. It felt so good. A wave of delight washed through me. I quivered here.

“That’s better,” said Mistress Sable.

CRACK!

She spanked my daughter’s ass hard.

“But I want you both kissing each other with passion. You’re my dyke-sluts now! My lezzie whore and her cunt-lapping mommy!”

CRACK!

My ass burned. I groaned, wanting to be Mistress Sable’s cunt-lapping mommy. My fingers dug into my daughter’s tits. I massaged those big mounds as Mistress Sable circled us. She watched us as we shared our passion.

CRACK!

The pain burst across my ass as she hissed, “I called you a cunt-lapping mommy, but I don’t see you eating that lezzie trash’s cunt!”

“Lezzie trash?” Zach asked, a hint of warning in his voice.

“That lezzie slut’s pussy,” Mistress Sable said as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “Now!”

CRACK!

I broke the kiss with my daughter and gasped out in pain, “Yes, Mistress!”

Tears spilled down my cheeks from how much those last two cracks of the riding crop hurt. I pushed my daughter back by her tits until she fell over on her back. She fell on the ground, her feet trapped beneath her butt-cheeks. She worked them free, her legs spilling around me.

Her pussy, covered in her soft down of blonde hair, gleamed right before my eyes. The sweet scent of her forbidden cunt filled my nose. I shot my head down and buried my face into her snatch. I licked at her with hunger.

I lapped at her with force.

My tongue stroked through her pussy folds. I lapped and lapped at her with all that I had. She groaned as I did that. Her face twisted in delight as I stroked my tongue through her folds. I licked and lapped at her with a wild, unbridled passion.

She shuddered there as I feasted on her, unable to stop myself from licking my little girl. My daughter. I brought her into this world, and all I wanted to do with her was lap at her cunt. I wanted to feast on her and make her cum.

“Cosette,” snapped Mistress Sable.

“Yes, Mistress,” one of the maids said as I devoured my daughter.

My tongue thrust into my daughter’s sweet cunt. I swirled around in her, loving the silky texture of her walls. The taste of her melted through my mouth. My lips rubbed on her vulva, her pubic hairs tickling my mouth.

Cosette ran by and said, “Here you are, Mistress.”

“Perfect,” Mistress Sable purred. Another shiver ran through me. I heard the sound of leather rubbing on leather. What as happening behind me? What toy had the maid fetched for Mistress Sable to use on me?

I quivered in anticipation, my welted butt-cheeks clenching. My tongue wiggled deep into my daughter’s cunt. I swirled around in her, wanting to make her cum. I wanted her to gasp and moan and drown me in all her pussy juices.

“Mmm, yes,” Mistress Sable cooed.

She dropped to her knees and something rubbery slapped on my rump. A strap-on. She slid it across my welted butt-cheek and pressed it into my butt-crack. I shuddered as she found my asshole with it. She drilled against me.

My anal ring widened and widened to swallow her. It wasn’t lubed. My asshole ached as she shoved harder against me. I moaned into my daughter’s cunt, so eager to take that big shaft in my bowels. I was a slut.

I had done this before.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mistress Sable,” I moaned as she gripped my hips. “Thank you for using my asshole!”

“Fucking mommy-whore!” she hissed and thrust hard.

My resisting asshole surrendered with a flash of pain.

I moaned into my daughter’s cunt as Mistress Sable’s dildo sank to the hilt in my asshole. I groaned into my daughter’s pussy as I savored that big shaft stretching out my asshole. I groaned as she bottomed out in me, her crotch rubbing on my spanked rump.

“Oh, Mistress Sable,” moaned Susannah. “Isn’t this hot to watch, honey?”

“Yes, it is,” said Zach. He was watching while his mother suckled on his cock. She nursed on him happily. I could tell by how she hummed.

“Eat me, Mommy!” Susannah moaned. “You’re just a naughty mommy-whore!”

“Yes, I am, Mistress Susannah,” I groaned.

Sable gripped my hips and slammed her dildo hard into my asshole. “Don’t forget who rules you over my daughter.”

“Zach,” I moaned, my asshole gripping the dildo pumping away at me. “Then you. Then my daughter.”

“That’s right.” Mistress Sable’s crotch spanked my welted rump. Sparks flared. “And don’t you dare forget it!”

“Never, Mistress! Never!”

I tongued up and down my daughter’s slit as that thick shaft pumped in and out of my anal sheath. It was so hot having her pounding me. She drove me wild with that wonderful shaft. My pussy drank in the rough heat from my asshole, my orgasm swelling and swelling.

Pussy cream ran down my thighs as I licked up my daughter’s sweet juices. I stroked her folds, my tongue dancing over those delicious petals. I brushed her clit. She squealed, her big boobs jiggling. She tossed her head, blonde hair dancing.

She was just such a gorgeous thing. I loved the sight of her as I devoured her cunt. I hurtled toward my orgasm. I would have a huge one. A big burst of delight. My tongue flicked around in her snatch. I wanted her to gasp in delight and drown me.

Mistress Sable pumped away at my asshole. She pounded my bowels with her dildo, sending such delight through me. I groaned, squeezing my anal sheath down around the toy. Her crotch slapped into my welted rump again and again.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered, my orgasm building fast.

She slid her hands up my body and found my big boobs. She squeezed my tits and found my nipples. She squeezed them. Twisted them. Her fingernails pinched my nubs. Pain flared through them. I squealed at the fiery agony.

It felt so wondrously good.

My lips latched onto my daughter’s clit. I suckled on her bud as Mistress Sable abused my nipples. She twerked them, keeping her fingernails buried in them. I moaned around my daughter’s bud. My entire body shook.

I shuddered.

I whimpered.

I groaned.

Mistress Sable’s crotch slapped my burning ass again and again. My asshole gripped that shaft. The heat soaked into my pussy. I shuddered, my nipples throbbing beneath those pinching fingernails. I hurtled toward my orgasm.

“Oh, Mommy,” gasped my daughter. “That’s it. You’re such a dyke mommy-slut! I… I… You wonderful lezzie cunt-muncher! Yes!”

She bucked as she climaxed, drowning me in her pussy cream. I loved that sweet flavor. I licked up her cream as Mistress Sable fucked my asshole. She pounded my bowels. I trembled, wanting to cum, but…

I had to make her cum first.

My Mistress had to explode before I could. I knew that much.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around her thrusting dildo. I humped back against her. I savored her fucking into my bowels. I drank my daughter’s pussy cream. Mistress Sable groaned. Her fingers twisted my nipples hard.

“You pussy-loving MILF-whore!” she snarled as she buried the dildo into my asshole. “Yes!”
She didn’t draw back. She stopped fucking me. Her pussy juices spilled hot over my spanked rump. She had climaxed. I surrendered into that wonderful release knowing I had pleasured my new Mistress.

I had been such a slutty wife and cuckolded my husband again.

I exploded in rapture.

My asshole convulsed around the toy as the waves of delight washed through me. I loved this sensation. My entire body quivered. She released my nipples as she moaned through her own pleasure. The ecstasy drowned my thoughts.

“Oh, Mommy!” Susannah moaned, my face rubbing into her snatch.

I savored her sweet juices as I groaned, my big boobs swaying beneath me. I reveled in that incredible rush of delight. It was such an amazing moment. I licked up my daughter’s cream as my asshole spasmed. My pussy convulsed.

I trembled through my orgasm.

“Shit!” groaned Zach.

Mary gulped down his cum as I trembled through my rapture. I pressed my cheek into my daughter’s bush as the pleasure washed through me. Mistress Sable ripped the dildo out of my asshole suddenly.

I gasped at the sudden vacancy.

I panted as I came down from my orgasm. My ass burned and my nipples throbbed. I closed my eyes, just savoring rubbing my face into my daughter’s cunt. That was just such a delicious moment to enjoy. I was in heaven.

Zach grunted one last time. His mother popped her mouth off his dick and glanced at me. “You really treat her like a slut.”

‘She is a slut,” Zach said.

“Mmm, I am,” I purred. “A slutty hot wife. Pity my husband wasn’t here to watch. He’d be jerking it off so hard. He loves seeing me be a whore. Mmm, enjoy your son’s cock.”

“Always,” Mary said as she straddled him to ride her.

“Now, what to do with you,” Mistress Sable asked, stroking her riding crop across my rump.

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Detective Annette Carlson

The moans drifted through the door. I sat at the desk, my police radio beside me, my laptop open and showing the drone feed surveilling Charles Swartzenburg’s house. It was high up and mostly stable. I had a notepad beside me.

I made a list of female officers to come over here on Saturday to become Master’s bodyguards. It wasn’t enough that they had to be female cops. They had to be sexy, too. There were plenty in the admin office that were heifers, but in the field…

I was forming a list.

I was also adding on some local officers from Puyallup, Tacoma, Fife, and University Place that I knew. Oh, and there was that Puyallup Tribal cop that was cute. I couldn’t forget her, now could I? Master would want her.

“Subject 1 is getting into his car,” came over the radio.

I glanced at the drone feed to see that Charles was getting into the white Lexus. Just him. Not his mother. I picked up the radio. “Unit 2, are you ready to follow him?”

“Ready,” Unit 2 reported.

I nodded and went back to my list. He pulled out of the drone feed. Unit 2 wouldn’t have a camera stream I could watch, but that was fine. They were good at their job. And none of them were women, so there would be no problems.

I kept working on the list. The trailing vehicle gave updates on his movement. Where he was heading. He got on the freeway to head into Tacoma. Soon, he was heading into downtown. I stretched my back.

“Okay, he pulled up to the valet at Club Inferno,” said Unit 2.

“Okay. Get someone in there to keep an eye on him,” I said into the radio. Club Inferno? Was he just going dancing? Or was he looking for another woman to sacrifice? A dumb party girl, maybe?
I rose to my feet and headed out to keep Master informed. My bare feet padded on the floor. I opened the door to hear the gasps of a woman. His mother was shuddering on his cock. His face twisted in delight.
“Mom!”
He dumped his cum into her pussy.

I waited for him to finish. Mrs. Augustine was being tied up by Mistress Sable in an intricate way with rope. Susannah was helping and watching on with an eager look in her eyes. Moira was on her back on the couch playing on her phone.

So I waited.

Chapter Ten

Annette Carlson

“Master,” I said when I thought he was finished cumming in his mother. “Charles has gone to Club Inferno.”

“Huh,” said Zach. He frowned, his mother squirming on him. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Nor me,” I said. “I have him under surveillance.” I shook the radio I held in my hand. “If he’s looking for a sacrifice or something, we can be ready to intervene. If we catch him red-handed about to murder a girl, he won’t be able to get out of that easily.”

“No, he won’t.” Zach smiled. “Okay.” He glanced at me. At my breasts. “Why don’t you eat my mom’s pussy clean. Mom, how does that sound?”

“Oh, I’d love to have Detective Carlson eat me out.” She slid off his cock, her big boobs swaying. She was a gorgeous woman with black hair. His cum spilled out into her bush and matted the black curls.

I shuddered, so eager to eat her out. That sounded just perfect. I wanted to feast on her. I loved eating Master’s cum. He just was the best. I was so happy to do anything for him. His mother sat down in another chair and threw her legs over the arms.

She crooked her finger at me.

“Mmm, I’m going to devour you, Mrs. Black,” I moaned.

“Lick out every drop of my son’s cum,” she purred. “He’s already bred me, so it won’t matter if you clean it all out of me.”

“Wonderful,” I groaned and sank to my knees.

“He bred me, too,” Moira said. “Bred me first, Mom.”

“Yes, Moira,” Mrs. Black said, rolling her eyes. I smiled at her.

I sank to my knees and slid my hands up her thighs as I leaned into that pussy. I wanted to just devour every drop of that cum from her pussy. I licked my lips as I reached her. The spicy aroma of her twat mixed with the salty scent of his jizz.

How wonderful.

The taboo creampie looked so delicious. I buried my face into her bush and licked at her folds. I gathered up that forbidden mix of mother and son. My hips wiggled back and forth as a wet cock slapped down on my rump.

His cock.

I quivered in delight. My tongue flicked at his mother’s folds, gathering up all that wonderful spunk from her petals. I stroked through her labia, loving the salty jizz melting across my tongue. Her spicy cream added the perfect seasoning.

Master’s cock slid down to my shaved pussy. He rubbed his hand over my tramp stamp. I shuddered as he nuzzled into my cunt and thrust. He owned my snatch and proved it by ramming into me with all his passion.

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Oh, fuck your slutty detective, honey,” his mother moaned. “Ooh, she’s licking up all your cum.”

“Good, good,” he grunted as he drew back his cock.

I squeezed my pussy down around him, wanting to enjoy every inch of his cock. This would be just fantastic. I loved how he thrust away at me. He fucked me hard and fast. It was fantastic having him burying into me. He pumped away at my cunt with such force. He buried into me again and again. It was amazing having him do that.

I loved every second of him pumping away at me. He fucked with passion as my tongue plunged into his mother’s cunt. I swirled around in her and gathered up all that salty cum. It was so amazing to scoop out that jizz.

I moaned into her snatch, scooping out more and more of it as my Master fucked me. He grunted as he slammed his cock into me. He churned up my pussy. He buried into me over and over again. He drove me wild with that cock.

“Oh, yes, Detective,” Mrs. Black moaned. “Oh, just dig that cum out of my cunt.”

“Every drop,” I whimpered.

“That’s right,” Susannah said. “You lick all of my husband’s cum out of my mother-in-law. Mmm, just be my husband’s slut.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Mistress Susannah,” I groaned.

“Such a good detective,” groaned Mrs. Black, her face twisting in delight. Her big boobs jiggled as she shuddered on the chair. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just amazing. I love it.”

“I bet you do,” growled Master as he fucked me. “Damn, you are one whore of a cop.”

“Your whore!” I moaned, my hips wiggling, churning my snatch around his dick.

He pounded me so hard. So fast. His nuts slapped into my taint. It was so amazing having that thick cock burying into me. My clit burst with delight every time he buried into me. He pounded me with such force. I hurtled toward that amazing moment of climax. I would have a huge one.

He pumped away at me with so hard. He had such a powerful thrust. So manly. So strong. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head as he thrust into my snatch. My tongue swirled around in his mother and scooped out more cum.

“Mmm, I do love watching you fuck a woman with such passion, honey,” Mrs. Black said.

“Yes, your ass is so yummy to watch flexing as you drill away at a slut, big bro,” said Moira. “Right, Susannah.”

“Oh, yes,” purred Master’s wife. “Such a great ass. I could just watch it all day.”

“Fuck,” groaned Zach. “That’s enough to swell my head.”

“Have an ego!” Moira cried. “You’re going to conquer the fucking world! You are the man!”

“Yes!” I gasped, about to cum on his cock. I was being fucked by the man. I clenched my snatch down on his dick as my tongue flicked up to Mrs. Black’s clit. I stroked over her bud. “Oh, yes, yes, you are the man, Master!”

I suckled hard on her bud, nursing on her as he churned my twat up. It was delicious. I clamped down hard on him. It was so good. I rose toward my orgasm. I moaned as I suckled on her clit. She shuddered, her big boobs shaking.

That was so hot to watch as she hurtled toward that amazing moment.

I nibbled on her clit as Master’s cock buried into my pussy. The silky friction so sweet. I loved it. I hurtled toward that moment of climax. That big dick pummeled me. I squeezed my twat down around him as I suckled hard on Mrs. Black’s clit.

“Oh, yes!” his mother moaned as she bucked.

Her big boobs heaved as her spicy juices bathed my mouth. I licked and lapped them up as her son buried to the hilt in me. His cock electrified my entire snatch. His nuts slapped into my clit. My bud burst with sparks.

“Master!” I howled and joined his mother.

I climaxed. Hard.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. I suckled at him as the pleasure swept through me. I groaned, my cunt spasming and writhing around his cock. The bliss washed through me. All this intense and amazing delight that washed over my mind.

It was incredible to enjoy. My twat rippled and writhed around his cock as he thrust away at me. He was such a stud. He fucked me with passion. He pounded me so hard as my snatch suckled at him. He buried to the hilt in me.

“Detective!” he groaned and erupted.

His hot cum spurted into my pussy. It was so wondrous having all that jizz erupting over and over into my cunt. I quivered in rapture as the electric current zapped through my body. More and more of his seed flooded my snatch.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I howled into his mother’s cunt. I licked up her spicy juices as he filled me up.

“Oh, Zach, she’s such a good pussy eater,” whimpered his mother.

I felt so amazing as more of her son’s cum flooded my snatch. He filled me to the brim, my twat rippling around him. I suckled out his jizz. He panted as he erupted that final blast into my cunt. I felt so good, my face rubbing into his mother’s furred muff.

“Carlson,” a voice crackled on the radio. “Carlson, you there?”

I shuddered and sat up. Pussy cream dripped from my face as I reached out for the radio. I grabbed it and pressed down on the broadcast button, cutting off the static. My cunt clenched down on Master’s cock as I said, “I’m here, Mitch. What’s up?”

“Judge Mortimer axed the search warrant. Claims we didn’t have enough probable cause.”

“Shit,” I muttered, shock rippling through me. Judges almost never rejected a search warrant. They basically just rubber stamped whatever we wanted to do. What did that mean about Judge Mortimer?

We were dealing with a rich family. And one that could practice magic. Could dominate people like me. I glanced back at Master. He pulled out of me, a thoughtful expression on his face. He was thinking of a plan.

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Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

I sauntered into the thudding beat of Club Inferno.

The cock band Mother put on me was off. My dick throbbed. I needed to cum. I needed it so badly. The bouncer glanced at me and said, “ID.”

You had to be twenty-one to enter. I was sixteen. I just smiled at him. The bouncer blinked and waved me past as if he had seen my ID. I strolled by and glanced around the darkly lit club. Lights flashed around the dance floor. Little tables were scattered about by the bar. There were so many party girls here.

Women who were looking for a good time. To get laid. To get high. Drugs and sex. Any way to feel the empty holes in them that the modern world left gouged in them. All the lies they were told. The propaganda paid for by the elite to destroy the fabric of society so something better could be rebuilt.

The masses almost got free. Almost. But their freedom led them to be soft while useful idiots infiltrated the schools. Teaching them destructive philosophies that glorified the self forgetting humans were herd animals.

But that meant there was fertile recruitment grounds here.

I smiled as I moved through the club to the bar. The women were eyeing me. I grinned at them, savoring their attention. Moloch’s blessing was still in full effect. I had one setback. It cost me dearly, but I still had the god’s favor.

I would win back the right to free Mom from Ashtaroth. I just had to crush Zach. This was a new plan. He would never see all these empty-headed ditzes coming. Women with minds already crushed by the inane education system and filled with nonsense by TikTok influencers and Instagram THOTs. All of them wanted to be the next one to go viral.

To be like all their pathetic “heroes” and shallow “role models.”

I reached the bar. “Martini.”

“Sure,” the guy said. He started making the drink when a woman came up to me. A leggy blonde in a silver party dress. she flashed me a look as she sat down on the stool beside me, crossing her legs.
“What are we drinking,” she purred, her breasts perky in that top.

“Get the lady a martini,” I said.

Her grin broadened. “I’m Vanilla.”

“You don’t look plain,” I said.

“That’s what makes Vanilla so great. So many delicious things can go with it.” She took her martini and sipped at it, her eyes smoldering.

My dick was so hard. This was a delicious woman. Just what I need. A way to relax. And the start of the cult worshiping my demon-mother. Vanilla was a lost woman who needed something to fill her life. Right now, that was my cock.

“Want to dance?” I asked. I took a deep sip of my martini. I sat it down.

“I’d love to. Mmm, I do love all sorts of dancing.”

I took her hand and pulled her to me. She pressed against me. She had a nice bosom that jiggled. I glanced down at her tits. She had such a plunging cleavage. I could just bury my face in between those mounds and rub my face back and forth.

The music pulsed as we reached the dance floor. I pulled her to me, feeling her body against me. She slid her arms around my neck and ground on me. My dick ached so much. I loved the feel of her against me. Vanilla…

Oh, yes, she would be perfect.

My hands slid down her back. I grabbed her rump and squeezed her through her dress. She gasped in delight, such a wicked twinkle in her eyes. She purred as she danced with me. Around us, other women were glancing at me.

I winked at a mocha-skin beauty.

Vanilla turned in my arms and pressed her rump into my crotch. She wiggled back and forth, feeling how impressive I was. My cock throbbed. She felt so good against me. It was a marvelous delight. I enjoyed every second of this. My hands slid up her body and found her breasts. I squeezed her tits.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty cutie,” she moaned. “Oh, my, you’re going to make me do such wicked, wicked things, aren’t you?”

“Vanilla, you have no idea,” I said, kneading her tits.

Everyone was looking. I felt all their eyes on me as she wiggled that hot rump against me. I wanted to just fuck her right now. Why not? Molech’s blessing should be able to let me get away with it. I squeezed her tits.

“Hike that skirt and pull out my cock,” I said. “Time to add some flavoring.”

“Oh, that’s so corny,” she moaned. “Mmm, you are sexy for me to be turned on by that.”

She kept rubbing her rump against me as she started drawing up her skirt. She worked it up as my dick throbbed in excitement. She flashed me a naughty wink as she reached between us to find my fly. I was doing this. Having fun. I didn’t have to worry about disappointing Mother.

Vanilla grasped my zipper and drew it down. I squeezed her tits as she pressed her hand into my fly. She found my dick and pulled me out. It was so hot. My cock rubbed into the fabric of her skirt. She slid me down and pushed me into her snatch.

I penetrated her right here on the dance floor. I grinned at the mocha-skinned beauty as I bottomed out in Vanilla. The Black cutie mouthed, “Really?”

I winked at her as Vanilla kept wiggling her hips and stirring her cunt around my dick. I loved that sensation. It felt remarkable having all that hot snatch working around me. She stirred me up. I groaned, the pleasure rippling through me.

I gripped her hips and slowly pumped away at her right here at the dance floor. I grinned as a redhead broke away from the guy she was dancing with to drift closer to me. Her eyes were so wide. She had a gorgeous body, too, her breasts spilling out of her dress.

“Wow,” she said, shaking off the hand of her date trying to pull her back. She stroked my arm. “You’re just… Wow.”

“He is,” Vanilla moaned. “Oh, my god, this is great.” She grabbed the redhead, cupping her face and kissing her.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock. I loved that sight as I pumped away at her pussy. It was just so delicious to have Vanilla making out with the girl as I pumped away at her cunt. I buried into her snatch again and again. I plunged to the hilt in her pussy.

It felt remarkable to have this power. I was glad to be out from Father’s gaze to really indulge. I would recruit all the women into Ashtoreth’s cult. I would use them for power and destroy that bastard for what he did to Mom.

Vanilla moaned into the kiss with the redhead as the Black cutie drifted to me. She had such in her eyes. Passion to be filled. Her dark finger stroked my arm now. She wanted to be involved. I grinned at her and leaned in.

“Hey, Monique,” a guy said. “What the fuck, babe!”

I kissed Monique. Her lips melted on mine as I thrust away at Vanilla’s cunt. I churned her up, reveling in her tight pussy gripping my dick. She held me tight with at that wonderful snatch. The music pulsed around us. The couples danced.

I reveled in it, hurtling closer and closer to cumming.

I pumped away at her, my nuts so tight with my jizz. Vanilla broke the kiss with the redhead, moaning as she squeezed her cunt around my cock. She held me tight as I fucked her hard, driving her toward her climax.

My nuts brimmed with all the cum that I would pump into her pussy. I would flood her with it all. Just fill her to the brim with every spurt of jizz that I could. I loved this sensation. I grinned, the pleasure building and building toward an eruption.

The music pulsed. The woman watched. I squeezed Vanilla’s breasts through her dress as I pumped away at her cunt. I hammered her pussy hard. I slammed into her, that juicy sheath bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Shit,” I groaned.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re such a stud!” Vanilla moaned.

“He is,” Monique purred. “Oh, you have to share.”

“Yes!” the redhead moaned, her green eyes glossy. “Please, please, share with me!”

I grinned at the sluts, slamming hard to the hilt in her cunt. She gripped me with that hot snatch. I loved every last second of that delight. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was so ready to burst in her. I plowed into her snatch.

Vanilla gasped, “Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick. I groaned at the feel of her hot cunt spasming around me. This time, I could cum. I buried into her, finally able to have my release after my punishment. My seed exploded into Vanilla’s cunt.

I groaned as I pumped blast after blast of cum into her pussy. I savored that delight shooting through me. Her cunt rippled around my dick. I loved it. Her twat spasmed. Pleasure shot through me. Ecstasy crashed into my mind.

It was fantastic. I loved every last second of that bliss sweeping through me. Stars flashed across my mind. I loved every last second of this pleasure flooding through me. I grunted with rapture as her pussy milked my dick.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her twat working out the last of my cum.

I panted as I held her. She wiggled her hips before slowly pulling off me. I loved it. She shoved her dress down while the redhead pushed my cock back into my pants. She stroked me, her eyes burning as she leaned in.

“I’m Amber. Can I play, too?”

“Yes, you can,” I said. “You, too, Monique! Let’s go to the VIP section.”

They all giggled, Amber and Monique clinging to me while Vanilla grabbed Amber’s other arm. I led them through the club feeling that high of cumming. Everyone watched me. They all knew what I had done. How I had taken these sluts hard in the middle of the club.

I was the man.

The bouncer at the VIP was about to deny me, but Moloch’s blessing ensured that I always had the best treatment. He pulled back the rope. I led my ladies to a table. I had them around me, pressing against me.

Monique pulled out some blue pills in a little baggie from her tits. “Want to fly?”

I smiled. “You really want a high, you need something wilder than that.”

“Oh?” Amber asked.

“Yes, yes, what?” Vanilla asked. “Acid? Bath salts?”

“Cult rituals,” I said. “Orgies like you’ve never imagined. The Goddess Ashtaroth knows how to make women burn, and when they cum on my cock, they hit highs they never thought they could enjoy.”

“If you’re there,” Amber purred.

“Oh, yes,” Monique said before popping one of those pills. She shuddered as she did.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “You have to cum, but until then…” I grinned. “Why don’t you and Amber suck my dick, Monique.”

God, I loved my blessing.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“He’s got three girls up in the VIP section,” said Detective Carlson, walking back in with her radio. “We can pick him up for some public lewdness. Looks like he’s getting blown or something by them.”

“Small fries,” I said. “Keep watching.”

“Of course, Master.” She winked at me and headed back to her room.

I glanced over at my thought form. Nisha was sitting on the end of the couch. I arched an eyebrow at her, wondering what she thought.

“He’s recruiting,” she said, her big, dusky breasts swaying. They could be full of milk for me to drink. She was such a delight. I was glad I conjured her. And I could send her away from me. She was a useful spy.

“Bimbo club girls?” I asked.

She nodded. “The demon possessing his mother is Ashtaroth. In Biblical times she was the goddess of, well, dildos. They were called Ashtoreth’s Poles. The women of her cult would masturbate in rites of passion and bloodletting for her. Similar to the bacchanalia of Dionysus and the maenads. The wild women who would get drunk on his wine then attack any they found in an orgy of rape and murder. It was a common practice of these ancient cults to use various narcotics and alcohols in addition to supernatural rites. Demonic possession being one of them. Party girls are just the sort of recruits for a cult.”

“Shit,” I said.

“Come on,” Susannah said, appearing before me. She grabbed my hands. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day if we’re recruiting the new bodyguards.”

“Right, right,” I said and let her take my hands. “I suppose I should see where I’m sleeping.”

“Why, the master bedroom, of course.” Susannah winked at me. She was such a comfort.

I glanced at Nisha. She knew what to do. Watch the estate. No one could see her or sense her but me. No one would know she was there to stop any sort of problems.

Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

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Ashtaroth

I glanced up into the sky. It was so small, no human could see it.

I knew from my host it was a drone. A flying machine with a camera on it. Someone miles always was watching me. Lewis Zachary Black. He has power. Promise. He had not sold his soul yet to Molech or another of the great powers.

Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg had. He also had his father’s blessing. Anointed. He would be handed the keys to the kingdom if he survived this challenge. Pitting son against son to find the perfect heir. I loved it.

I smiled at the camera before turning around and heading to bed.

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