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Chapter One

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I lay in bed, my mind whirling. I couldn’t fall asleep. This morning, it had all came to a collision with Charles Swartzenburg.

A literal collision.

He rammed his cloaked car into mine and nearly killed me and my mother as we were heading to Sunday Service. I had managed to overpower him, though. I had my hand on the gun he meant to kill me with. I had it pointed right at his head. I just had to pull the trigger, and he would be dead. His soul cast down into Hell for consorting with demons.

I glanced at Susannah sleeping beside me in our bed in Sable Newport’s mansion. Well, her father’s mansion, but since he was her slave, it was hers. It was one of the guest rooms. The nicest. A comfortable bed. Feather pillows. My loving half-sister and secret wife snuggled up against me. I should be able to sleep.

But I replayed that moment over and over in my mind.

I should have killed Charles instead of letting him be arrested. He had demonic powers. I don’t know why the cultist bimbos he recruited had abandoned him nor why his possessed mother hadn’t been there, but I had my chance. I didn’t take it.

I told everyone it was because of the people filming it. The crash drew attention. It was on YouTube, TikTok, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and the news. I could have spun it as self-defense, probably. He had attacked me unprovoked. He was a murderer on the run from the police.

Just one squeeze of the trigger.

It was Susannah who stopped me. I couldn’t bring myself to do what was necessary because of her. I didn’t want her to see that. I loved her. I never thought I would fall in love with her. I thought I would use her. My disguise as a loving husband and moral man who was solving the world’s problems.

She wormed into my heart, though. She was too innocent for this.

Nisha, my busty and dusky-skinned thought form straddled my waist. I was the only one who could see her. Interact with her. Susannah thought she was an angel, the same one Moira had impersonated to trick Susannah into thinking this was all God’s plan.

I supposed in a way it was. I was fighting the demonic forces who ruled this world, but not because I was a righteous man. I wasn’t. I wanted power. I hungered for it, but I also wanted to improve the world with that power.

Noblesse oblige. A concept that royalty and nobility were supposed to follow. As Uncle Ben put it, “With great power comes great responsibility.” There was no stopping power from accumulating. Like gravity, the more power was in one man, the more power was drawn to him and concentrated around him. Wealth, population, and even stars all followed this same basic rule.

So men with power owed it to the powerless to be selfless and improve their lives. Not to use them as pawns to increase wealth and power. To wage wars and sacrifice vast amounts of people to their demonic lords.

I would break it all. Charles was the first challenger. A scion of one of the old and powerful families. Demon worshipers for thousands of years. I should have killed him. I stared up at Nisha, her face full of comfort. Her pussy rubbed on my cock.

She wasn’t real and yet she was. She was a projection of my mind, but she also was a spirit I had created with my own intellect. She could see things I couldn’t. Understand things that were beyond the scope of my knowledge.

She was my guide. My adviser. My truest confident. She could never betray me on purpose or by accident. She could never lead me astray. My will was hers.

She slid her pussy up and up my cock. She found the tip of my cock. I loved the way her cunt rubbed into the crown of my cock. She plunged her pussy down my dick. I groaned. She felt so real to me. Hot and wet and silky. Her hands stroked across my chest, her fingers warm.

“It was a mistake not to kill him,” I said. “Wasn’t it?”

“Perhaps,” she said, squeezing her cunt down around my dick. She wiggled her hips from side to side. Pleasure rushed down my dick to my nuts. “We’ll have to see. Acts of mercy on an enemy can have a proud impact. He is also incarcerated. Besides the evidence for his murder of Jenny Lamb, there is his attempted murder of you and your mother while fleeing from the police. He will not easily escape justice no matter his connections. Especially if we control the judge.”

“He has his demonic powers,” I said.

“His power base abandoned him.”

“The women who ran from the car. And the others that never even showed up. All their cars were missing from his house.” They had slipped out using magic, hiding from the drone surveillance my detective had running. “Why?”

“They were not his,” said Nisha, her pussy sliding slowly up my cock. “They would have been initiated into the Mysteries of Ashtaroth.”

The demon who possessed his mother after Moira… After Moira murdered the woman to cast the memory wipe spell and hide Mrs. Augustine’s decades of swinging. It wouldn’t do for the good preacher’s wife and mother of my own bride to have her sexual deviancy revealed. I didn’t like sacrificing a woman to do it.

That was the same demonic powers that the elites used. It worried me that Moira used them, but they were also necessary. If I kept my hands clean, would that make the difference? I didn’t know.

“So why did Ashtaroth abandon him?” I asked.

Nisha sank down my cock, her pussy tight and hot. “She was watching the entire situation. She wanted to see if he could do it on his own. He failed her, she will find another pawn to use. It was a mistake for him to allow the demon to possess his mother’s body. He was not strong enough to control her.”

“So who will she seek out next?”

Nisha shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“We have to find her,” I growled, my left hand cupping her breast, my right pinned by Susannah sleeping beside me.

“Yes, we do. She’ll be building her followers. The Mysteries of Ashtaroth will seek more young women to bring into the fold and a man to be her priest.”

“Great. Where?”

“She will keep this underground and recruit women in places of sex and drugs. Party girls, many of who already dabble in the occult through obsessing over horoscopes, seeing psychics, and playing with Ouija boards. They will be open to being manipulated by her. The orgies will feel them with the same high that their drugs do. They will be easy to corrupt.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “And Charles. He still has power. What can he do in jail?”

“He might be corrupting individuals in the system. Prison guards or other prisoners. It’s hard to say how much favor he has lost with Molech, his demonic sponsor. His powers will be less effective on men. Molech’s priests focus on dominating women. Wet and willing women is one of the gifts that Molech rewards his followers with.”

“Got it,” I said as Nisha slid back up my cock.

Susannah stirred beside me. “Mmm, who’re you talking to?”

“Nisha,” I said as I enjoyed the thought form’s pussy working up and down my cock. My tulpa squeezed her snatch around my dick. It was an incredible rush to have her riding me like that.
“What is she doing to you?” asked Susannah.

“Riding my cock,” I groaned, savoring that hot pussy working up and down me.

“An angel?” Susannah reached out to touch Nisha, but her hand passed through my thought form. “I don’t feel her.”

“Only I can without her manifesting fully,” I groaned, that hot pussy working up and down me. “And she can only do that at the Lord’s command.”

“Mmm, and she’s riding your cock?” A naughty smile spread on my sister-wife’s lips. She rose. “Two of us can do that.”

I groaned as Susannah straddled me, too, her body merging with Nisha’s. It was like seeing two character models in a video game clipping together. Susannah grabbed my real dick, not the mental projection that was in Nisha’s pussy. My wife pressed me into her trimmed bush. Her curls tickled my crown. I loved that.

She pressed me against her wet folds and plunged down my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned, having two hot pussies around my dick. I couldn’t believe how great that felt. It was just an amazing moment to have them both straddling me. My face twisted in delight. “That’s so good! Damn!”

My wife winked at me. Nisha did the same, their bodies overlapping.

Susannah slid up me. Nisha followed suit. I groaned as the two pussies rubbed at my cock. They weren’t in sync. Susannah plunged back down my dick before Nisha reached the pinnacle. I groaned at the two silky snatches massaging me.

It was incredible.

My hands balled up into fists as the pair of them rode me. They worked their cunts up and down my dick. They teased me with their snatches. I loved how great they felt as they rode up and down me. They both wiggled their hips, stirring their twats around me.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“Oh, yes, yes, just let us ride you,” moaned Susannah. “Your angel and your wife.”

“Such a deluded slut,” groaned Nisha. “But so pure. Oh, her heart burns with love for you. I can feel it!”

Nisha’s cunt clamped down hard on my cock. I loved the feel of her silky snatch as she worked up and down me faster than Susannah did. The twin massages sent rapture rippling down my shaft and through my body. I growled in delight.

It was heaven to have my thought form and wife riding my cock. I loved it so much. The pleasure rippled through me as their two pussies massaged my cock at the same time. Their silky massages overlapped.

“Is it incredible feeling a heavenly pussy and a terrestrial one at the same time?” Susannah asked.

“Yes,” I groaned. “I can feel both your cunts around my dick. It’s incredible!”

Susannah smiled, her big boobs bouncing. So were Nisha’s. The pale tits and the dusky breasts overlapped and merged. It was so wild to watch. I groaned, my dick throbbing in my wife’s cunt. She had such an amazing snatch.

Susannah’s blonde hair and Nisha’s black flew around their heads. I savored the sight as they both swelled the pressure in my nuts. I gripped the sheets. I didn’t like cumming before my woman did, but with them both riding me…

I wasn’t sure I had the self-control to stop.

No, no, I would have it.

“Fuck,” I snarled, fighting the heavenly delight of their two cunts working up and down my dick. The tip of my cock throbbed beneath the pressure. I was so close to bursting, but I fought against it. “I am in control!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nisha moaned.

“You are, husband!” Susannah groaned.

They both worked their cunts up and down me faster and faster. One slid up while the other plunged down. My dick was constantly engulfed in hot snatch. Juicy, silky, delicious twats worked up and down me, the two women riding me.

They both gasped out their pleasure. They would have their own orgasms. Just burst on me. I couldn’t wait to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I was so eager to have all that wonderful pussy spasming around my dick.

Two pussies cumming on me.

I growled in delight as they worked their twats up and down me faster and faster. Their pussies held me tight. I gripped the sheets, fighting against the heaven of both their cunts. My back arched as I enjoyed this heat swelling in me.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s so good,” whimpered my wife.

“Master!” Nisha purred, my thought form’s juicy pussy working gripping me.

They both plunged down my cock at the same moment. I don’t know how they synced up—maybe that was Nisha’s doing—but they were in unison as their cunts convulsed around my dick. I gasped in delight as their twats rippled around my dick.

“I love you!” Susannah squealed.

“Master!” gasped my thought form. “Yes!”

“Fuck!” I snarled and erupted into both their spasming pussies.

I flooded both of their cunts. My jizz erupted from my cock with powerful jolts. The ecstasy crashed into my mind. Stars burst through the dark room as their hot twats milked me. Their silky snatches rippled around my dick.

I savored that pleasure shooting through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I loved this so much. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. It was an incredible rush to enjoy this delight. I loved it so much.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s good!”

I spurted more and more of my cum into their pussies. I filled them both up. Nisha arched her back while Susannah fell forward. Her big boobs swayed over my chest as her blue eyes shone bright. Her pussy spasmed around my cock as Nisha’s cunt convulsed around my dick.

I erupted one last time into their snatches.

“It’s so good!” whimpered my wife. She collapsed forward on me. Her big breasts rubbed into my chest. “Ooh, ooh, that’s just amazing. That was so perfect. I’m so thankful for that. Just so happy we shared that joy.”

“Yeah,” I panted, loving the feel of her on me.

She kissed me. I hugged my wife to me as Nisha slipped her cunt off my dick entirely. She moved off the bed and sank down in a seat, watching us. I stroked my hands down my wife’s back to cup her rump. I kneaded her.

She broke the kiss and said, “Thank you for being merciful. Let the justice system handle him.”
“Of course,” I said. “I just got caught up in the heat of the moment. He had nearly killed my mother.”

“That’s what makes you a great man, Zach.” She rubbed her nose against me. “You have mercy and compassion. He doesn’t. The things he said to me…” She shivered. “Still, I am glad you have a loving heart.”

She kissed me again.

I savored that kiss, my heart pounding in my chest. Merciful. I wasn’t merciful to the guy at the porn store. I had snuffed out his life, sent him to heaven or hell, without a thought. Just ended him to protect Susannah’s reputation.

What a sad reason to kill anyone.

But sometimes… The cause was worth it. The ends justified the means, right?

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Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

I lay on my cot in my jail cell. I was in solitary confinement. A minor but housed with the adults.

I stared up at the ceiling. Undressed cinder blocks. The cot was hard, the mattress nearly as thin as cardboard. The pillow was stuffed with something barely softer than cement. I replayed it over and over again.

Ashtaroth abandoned me. She didn’t think I could do it on my own, so she withdrew my cultists. No, hers. She had used me to build her power base and threw me to the wolves to live or die. She didn’t care one way or the other.

I called my father, but no one answered. No expensive lawyer came for me. My bank accounts were emptied. My father had abandoned me, too. I was his heir, but he could always knock up another woman and produce a new son.

He probably had one in the corner.

No lawyer.

No money.

I was abandoned.

If you kill yourself, you will gain even more power, a dark voice whispered in the back of your mind. There’s nothing left, but with your final moment, your death curse will ruin Zach. You will find glory in my kingdom. Sacrifice your life to me, and you shall be rewarded.

Molech. I had never heard him speaking, but his words poisoned my mind. Despair pressed down on me from every direction. I shook my head. I didn’t want to die. I wanted my promise riches and rewards in this life, not rush off to rule in damnation.

I had to make my mark in this life, or there would be nothing for me in the next. No power. No thralls. I would be a small fish in the Court of the Princes of Hell. Hades. Tartarus. Sheol. The name didn’t matter. The Abyss was a cruel place.

I was weak, but…

I still lived.

You will be rewarded. Why suffer? Why cling to a future that only has imprisonment? Form a noose with the sheets. It’ll be painless. I promise.

I shuddered and set up, terror beating in my heart. Sweat draped my body. I gripped my hands together. I was still alive. I was still my father’s heir. If I could rise to this challenge, I would be welcomed back. I would have my earthly rewards and my eternal ones in Damnation.

I just had to kill Zach and find that thing puppeteering my mother. I saw my mistake clearly. I had submitted to a female spirit. A man who had bowed to a woman. No wonder Moloch mocked me with lies of a reward. He saw me as weak.

I would show him I was strong. I had the will to overcome this. I still had his blessing. I still had my powers. I could work my will on the world. I could still master my destiny. A man ruled his fate. He seized power from any source and he used it to bend the world.

I was a fool to have forgotten that.

I would make Ashtaroth suffer for her betrayal. I would rise stronger than ever. I smiled as the despair withdrew. I rose to my feet and thought about how I could use it. Men were harder to work my will on. I had to be… subtle with them. With the weak. The brutal. The broken.

They were the easiest to influence.

I sank to the floor and closed my eyes. I had to mediate. I had to reach out with my will. My soul. Astral projection. I had never done it. Well, I had plenty of time to practice it in here. Twenty-three hours a day in a cell…

I would make the most of it.

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Moira Black

I gripped my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. My Master wanted to see me. The witch who taught me magic. I hadn’t seen in him six months. Not since I completed my lessons. When I was ready for the most advanced spells.

He wanted to see me now. I couldn’t say no to him.
I wore a robe of thin black silk that molded to my naked body. I was so aware of my brother’s child growing in my womb. Still just a little bundle of cells, but she had quickened with life. The spark of her spirit was in her. Her soul would develop later, but she had the spark.

I slipped out of the front door, cloaked by glamours. Officer Rebecca and Sheriff Tammy didn’t notice me as they stood guard on the porch. Officer Brook was in her patrol car out on the street to watch over for in trouble.

They would see nothing tonight.

I hurried down the driveway and reached the gate. It was easy enough to climb over. I landed on the other side, my bare feet smarting. I moved out to the curb. I waited. I heard the whisper of an engine. A dark car approached. A limousine.

My Master’s limo.

Officer Brook sat in her patrol car, alert and looking for any dangers. She was bewitched by my magic and chained to my brother. She could not do anything but obey. She loved him. Ached to serve him. She would be eager to have his baby.

If my brother wasn’t careful, he might very well knock up some of his bodyguards.

The limousine stopped before me. I felt the rush of a spirit. The door opened by its unseen hand. I took a deep breath and slipped inside the limousine. It pulled away from the curb before I had even shut the door.

It was time to face my master.

Chapter Two

Moira Black

I sat on the bench across the seat from my Master. He was a handsome, Hispanic man. Brown skin. Black eyes. A soul patch beneath his full lips. He wore a white leisure jacket and pants with a gray silk shirt half-unbuttoned to show off his hairy chest. Gold necklaces adorned him. More gold sparkled on his fingers.

He was a dapper man. He leaned toward me, resign his hands on the diamond cap of his cane. He was in his early thirties, but I knew he was older than that. He was sunk deep into the blackest of magics. He knew how to command the spirits.

Those who practiced in witchcraft who didn’t have strong enough wills would become sacrifices to the spirits they contracted. Driven mad to suicide, self-sacrifice to feed the spirits power. It was the danger of seeking this power.

But all things had their costs. I was more than willing to gamble with my life. I knew I had the strength. The will. I had my brother. He would protect me at all costs. Still, it was nervous sitting across from my master, his eyes racking over me.

“You made your choice,” he said, his voice a sultry baritone. Smooth. The sort of tone that could melt the panties off a church wife in the middle of the Sunday sermon.

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

He nodded. “Well, the better brother did win, but… not a complete victory.”

“People were watching,” I answered. My brother’s reasons made so much sense. “It would have exposed him. With his ambition, he couldn’t have a death that was too close to execution instead of self-defense. It was being recorded. Hard to delete things off the internet.”

“That’s almost a good excuse, but to leave an enemy alive…” My Master shook his head. “And to allow Ashtaroth to roam about.”

He sat his cane to the side and reached across the space. He took my hands and held them. I shivered at the warmth of her touch. This was my first. The man who took my virginity. I had been pure. I hadn’t even gone down on my first girl. He stroked my fingers, lust in his brown eyes. He hungered for me.

“I’m with my brother,” I said, my heart pounding.

“You’re mine.” He smiled and pulled me across the space. I gasped as I sat beside him. He opened my robe, revealing my pale, naked body beneath. My small breasts quivered as he placed his hand on my thigh. He slid up toward my pussy, the heat washing through me. “I own you.”

“No, no, I’m Zach’s,” I whimpered, his hand nearly to my pussy.

“I made you, Moira.” He leaned in, his dark eyes filling mine. He cupped my shaved pussy. “I own you. I merely let your brother rent you.”

His lips claimed mine.

I shuddered. He always had some strange power over me. I could never resist him. He was so much like my brother. The same presence. The same strength. If Zach was here, I might have stood a chance if he had the strength to challenge my Master.

One day he would, but that wasn’t today,

My Master pinned me down, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I was shamefully wet. My pussy burned for him. I ached for him. I was out of control. A slut. I quivered as his hands slid up my body to my breasts. He pinched my nipples.

I groaned in delight, my legs wrapped around his waist, my cunt so ready to be penetrated. I had only enjoyed one cock that equaled his. My twin’s. It was why I was lesbian. I knew every other man would disappoint me.

His fingers twisted my nipples. I groaned as he did that. My entire body quivered as he shifted around. He was getting ready to penetrate me. I whimpered. I wanted to fight for my brother, but I was under his spell.

Charmed by my Master.

He had ensued I could never resist him.

His fly unzipped. His cock nuzzled into my shaved folds.
My Master thrust to the hilt into my pussy. I gasped at the feel of him penetrating into me. Rapture consumed me. I was just such a wicked whore. I couldn’t help it. My body surrendered utterly to him. His cock felt so right in me.

He made me.

He kissed me with passion as he thrust away at me. I squeezed my cunt down on his cock. I trembled at the joy of that wondrous dick plunging over and over into my pussy. I clung to him, my breasts rubbing into his silk shirt.

The cool material felt so good on my nipples. I groaned, loving the way he fucked into me. He buried to the hilt in me. I loved how he buried into me with all that he had. I shuddered, savoring the feel of him plowing into him.

It was just such an amazing moment to have him burying into me. I loved it so much. I shuddered beneath him, my tongue dancing with his. This was so wrong. I reveled in that. I could feel how wicked I was being.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Master!”

“Yes!” he growled. “That’s my little witch! Yes, yes, squeeze that pussy down on me. Absorb that sexual energy. Take it!”

“I am!” I whimpered, feeling how our energy swirled through my nethers. His felt so much like my brother’s. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good! Oh, Master! I’m your witch! Your lite witch!”

He growled and fucked me with passion. He rose up over me. His gold necklaces swung over my had as he hammered me. I shot my hands up and unbuttoned his shirt. I exposed more of his hairy chest. I slid up and down him torso as he fucked me hard.

My pussy clamped down on me. I loved how he thrust into me with passion. Force. It was an incredible moment. I was so near to bursting. So near to that wonderful moment of cumming. I shuddered at the heat building and building in me.

“My witch has a tight, little pussy!” he growled.

“Yes, yes, yes, Master!” I whimpered, feeling like such a little girl. “Pound my tight, little witch, Master!”

He growled with such paternal strength as he fucked me. I savored how he buried into me. It was just so wondrous to have all this pleasure surging through me. He plowed into me with all that he had. Such might. Such manly strength.

I shuddered. This was the man Zach was growing into. Who Zach would be in a decade. I shuddered with delight as he buried deep and hard into my cunt. It was just a rush to have him fucking me. I savored every last second of it.

I squeezed down on that big dick fucking me. It was so hot having him burying into me. My eyes rolled back in my head as my orgasm built and built. Master hammered me with force. It was just such a wonderful thrill.

“Oh, yes, yes, Master,” I gasped, my pregnant pussy about to cum on his dick. I felt so good as he plowed deep and hard into me. “I’m going to cum.”

“Of course you are,” he growled. “My little witch is a slut. Cum on my dick with that tight, hot pussy!”

“Yes, Master!” I gasped as he buried into me.

I burst in rapture.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. I shuddered as the heat swept through me. My body bucked, the ecstasy washing through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I loved this rapture It was just such a wonderful delight to enjoy. Waves of rapture shot through me.

He plowed into me and threw back his head. His necklaces rattled as he dumped his cum into me. He fired blast after blast of his cum into my pussy. My cunt writhed around his dick. I loved the heat surging through me. It was a fabulous treat. I savored that delight so much. It was just fantastic. I groaned, savoring the bliss sweeping through me.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good,” I whimpered, my face twisting in rapture. “Oh, Master!”

He flooded my pregnant pussy with blast after blast of his cum. I shuddered through all that joy. It was such a wondrous moment. My cunt writhed around his cock. I shuddered through all that joy. I felt so good as my pussy suckled on him.

I quivered through every moment of rapture. I felt so delicious as the pleasure washed through my mound. It was amazing. I was so happy for it. My pussy milked my Master’s cock. The rapture saturated my thoughts. His seed was so potent.

I could work such powerful spells with it.

“Master,” I moaned.

“Mmm, my little witch has a tight pussy.” He grinned down at me. “As tight as your mother’s when I took her cherry.”

“What?” A wave of confusion washed through me. “I thought my mom had only been with two men.” My eyes widened. “Who are you, Master?”

“I told you I made you,” he said as he suddenly rippled. The bling staid the same, but his voice changed. It was deeper, less suave. His skin lightened while his hair became blond. He had less chest hair. He was broader in the shoulders. He looked so much like Charles. And Zach. “Always a good day to drop a disguise.”

“Father?”

“I told you I own you,” he said and pulled his cock out of my pussy. I shuddered at the feel of his incestuous seed trickling out of my cunt. “I made you, my little witch. Never forget that. You’re my instrument, just like your brothers and your sister.”

He shook his head as I sat up. No wonder he felt so… similar.

“Both my sons have disappointed me, but your twin shows more promise.” His eyes snapped over and bored into mine. An inhuman darkness lurked in his eyes. “Make sure he does not fail me again.”

I swallowed. “He hates you, Master. Despises you.”

“Good. Every son should resent their father and strive against him. Only then can he be a man.” The limousine stopped. I glanced outside and saw we were back before the estate, Officer Brook oblivious in her patrol car. “Good night, my little witch.”

“Yes, Master,” I said and reached for the door.

“Oh, I forgot to clean you up.” He snapped his fingers and all his cum vanished from my pussy. He never left me any. He knew what a witch could do.

I slipped outside. The door closed on its own. The spirit rushed by me. The limousine pulled away. I shivered and felt suddenly so dirty. Soiled. My father had used me. Had used me since I turned fourteen. I felt so gloriously dirty.

It was the price of magic.

I climbed over the fence and headed down the driveway. I passed the other two cops and entered the house. I let my spell break and headed upstairs, closing my robe around my naked body. I had sex with my father and brother. I felt so slutty.

I was a wicked witch.

My guilt was gone. Father had plans for my brother and me. Zach was competing to be Father’s heir, and he was winning. That was good. I had to make sure that my brother kept winning. I would be so wonderfully rewarded.

“What are you doing outside?” a voice called from the top of the stairs.

I smiled up at the redheaded Sable. She was wearing a white silk robe that clung to her body, the fabric so thin it was sheer. Behind her was a naked Cosette, one of her sex-slave maids. The young woman had her head bowed, a collar about her throat.

“Magic shit,” I answered Sable flippantly. She hated me, and I loved it. It made pretending to be her girlfriend so much fun.

“What sort?” asked Sable.

The type that requires me to be eaten out by a slut.” I grinned at her. “You’re a pussy-loving slut. Care to eat me out? If you’re a good pussy eater, I’ll drown you in all my juices.”

“Attend to her, Cosette,” Sable said and whirled away, her shoulders stiff.

“Oh, come on, won’t you be my little pussy-loving slut?” I purred. “I love you, Sable. With all my heart.”

“I’m not sure. You love your brother,” she said as she vanished out of sight.

“I love him with all my heart,” I purred as Cosette came down the stairs to pleasure me. Well, I didn’t need to have my pussy licked, but I also didn’t need to each chocolate. It was just one of the perks in life.

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Sable Newport

That girl infuriated me.

Eat her pussy like a slave?

Like Cosette was doing to her right now.

She said it just to piss me off. She knew how to press my buttons, and I let her. The one woman in this house out of limits for me. Well, two. I couldn’t touch Zach’s mother, but she… she was too motherly to want to dominate.

But Moira.

I would gladly make her grovel before me for entirety. I would break her to me if she wasn’t Zach’s twin sister. But she was. So I had to find someone to enjoy. I reached the Augustines’ bedroom. I threw it open to find Mrs. Augustine in the bed while her husband was sleeping on the floor. He stirred and came awake before his wife did.

“You little slut!” I snarled and grabbed her by the hair. “Get your lazy ass up!”

I yanked the naked MILF out of the bed. Her thighs were stained with Zach’s cum. He had fucked her while her husband had watched. Mrs. Augustine gasped in delight as I shoved her to the floor to kneel before me.

“Mistress Sable,” she moaned, her eyes burning hot. Her husband was already settling into his cuck chair to watch.

I twisted her head around and threw her against the bed. She gasped, her breasts pressed it the mattress, her feet on the floor. I had her bent over it. At the perfect height for spanking. My anger burned through me. I had to exercise it from me.

SMACK!

I loved the stinging sound echoing through the air. It was a delicious sound that made my pussy so wet. My cunt clenched with it. I sucked in a deep breath, watching the redness blossom across he rump. My cunt clenched.

SMACK!

“Mistress!” the slut moaned, her cuckold watching on. He stroked his cock. “I’m such a bad, bad wife! Discipline me!”

SMACK!

“Spank my slutty ass!” she howled. “Yes, yes, redden it!”

“Harlot!” I snarled and cracked my hand down again.

SMACK!

It was so satisfying hearing that stinging sound and feeling the warmth blossoming across my hand. A shiver raced through me. I quivered in delight, a big smile spreading on my lips. My pussy dripped juices.

SMACK!

So satisfying.

SMACK!

So delicious to watch her ass redden.

SMACK!

“Spank my whore-wife,” groaned the preacher as he jerked his little dick. Zach’s father had twisted the pair of them.

SMACK!

That worried me.

SMACK!

But so did Charles and his mother. They worried me more.

SMACK!

“Cuck, fetch my strap-on!” I growled.

“Which one?” he asked, standing up.

SMACK!

“Which ever one you want me fucking your wife’s tight ass!” I growled. “Your choice.”

He darted off as his wife squirmed there. I stared down at her rump, her ass glowing.
SMACK!

“If he loves you, he’ll bring something narrow so it won’t hurt as much when I fuck your ass dry,” I purred.

“No, if he loves me, he’ll bring a big fat one because he knows that’s the one that will make me cum harder,” moaned Mrs. Augustine. “I’m a slut, Mistress. I’ve been fucked dry in the ass many, many times. I cum sooooo hard.”

SMACK!

Her husband came back in holding a thick dildo. A flesh one attached to a harness. He even dropped to his knees like a good cuck to help strap me up. I petted him, sliding my fingers through his short hair. He worked the material up and up my legs.

I shuddered as he slid the harness over my rump and pressed the dildo against my clit. He tightened the straps. It pressed on my clit. A wave of heat rushed over me. I shuddered at how good that felt. I was such a wicked, wicked whore.

“Fuck my wife hard,” he said and backed away.

“I told you he loved me, Mistress,” Mrs. Augustine said as her cuck took his seat. I’m going to cum so hard.”

I smiled, glad it was a big one. I moved behind her and pressed the dry end of the dildo against her asshole. I pushed against her, the base of the toy rubbing against my clit. I drilled against the backdoor. She moaned as I did that. Her entire body quivered.

Her anal ring widened and widened. She moaned with delight as I pushed and pushed on her. Then she gasped as the dildo popped into her asshole. It sank into her unlubed. She moaned, her reddened asscheeks clenching. I groaned at the pressure on my clit as I forced the thick shaft deeper and deeper.
“Mistress,” she moaned in throaty delight. “Yes!”

I bottomed out in her. It was an incredible delight to be all the way in her. My breasts quivered. They jiggled back and forth. I pulled back, loving how she moaned. I enjoyed watching the toy emerge from her asshole.

I plowed it back to the hilt in her. I slammed deep and hard. She moaned as I did that. Her entire body quivered as I plowed it to the hilt in her anal sheath. She shuddered, her head tossing. I savored this wondrous delight.

“Oh, Mistress!” she moaned as I fucked her, my crotch spanking her spanked rump.

I hammered her, pleasure bursting from my sparks.

“That’s it,” groaned the preacher. “Fuck my wife’s slutty ass!”

“So slutty,” I groaned as the preacher’s wife took the unlubed dildo with ease. I was pumping away at her. “You married a whore!”

“I did,” he groaned. “A big whore. Zach’s whore!”

“Zach’s!” Mrs. Augustine gasped.

I was Zach’s whore, too. I had sold myself to him for the promise of power. It was starting. The cops. The judge. I reveled in it. I thrust away at that ass, my clit bursting with sparks. I hurtled toward my orgasm.
I would have a huge one.

A big burst of delight.

I plunged over and over into her anal sheath, the dildo vanishing into her tight hole. I pulled back, loving how she gasped out in delight. It was so much fun to fuck her. To pound her. My orgasm built and built with every thrust.

I rose toward my orgasm as I dominated the MILF. I fucked the preacher’s slut-wife with hard strokes, listening to her gasp and moan. My wet pussy lips smacked into her reddened ass. The heat of her spanking melted through my snatch.

I loved it.

Reveled in it.

She gasped and moaned, her body trembling. I fucked her toward her orgasm. The whore was about to burst. I could fill it as I pumped away at her. My clit burst with sparks. They sizzled through my snatch.

I slammed into her asshole

“Mistress!” the slut howled as she bucked on the bed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Honey,” her husband groaned, his little dick erupting.

I slammed into her asshole hard, my clit bursting with sparks. I savored the way the toy sizzled against me. I pumped any at her, feeling how her asshole spasmed around the toy, gripping it in such subtle ways.

“Cum, Mistress!” Mrs. Augustine howled. “Please, please cum from fucking my slutty asshole!”

I buried to the hilt in her. Sparks sizzled.

I climaxed.

“Yes!” I howled, throwing back my head.

The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned, savoring that delight. Stars flashed across my vision. I groaned, enjoying that wonderful heat surging through me. My boobs bounced and heaved. The rapture swept through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my cunt writhing. Juices gushed down my thighs.

I shuddered through my orgasm. The ecstasy swept over my mind. Stars flashed across my vision as I quivered here. It was such a good delight to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I quivered through such wondrous bliss.

It was glorious. Outstanding. Spectacular. I was so glad to have all this bliss rushing through me. I groaned through it, my body. I savored every second of the heat rushing through my body. I savored that bliss.

I dominated her.

I ripped the dildo out of her asshole as my orgasm peaked. I stumbled back and pressed against the wall. I shuddered, savoring the delight. I felt so dizzy. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding in my chest.

It felt so good to have all this delight washing through me, but…

Charles was a problem. He had to be killed. He would be in prison. Surrounded by male prison guards, but at the courthouse… Were there female bailiffs? I would have to talk to our new pet judge to find out.

I smiled from ear to ear, my mind whirling with plans.

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