The Devil's Pact Pt. 21

"One, you will be available to Mark so he can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever he needs to."

For me to perform the ritual, I need to fuck my mom, cum in her cunt, and have whatever Thrall I was binding to my soul drink our combined fluids. It was an important ritual. The only way to ensure our sluts couldn't be controlled by someone else was to bind them with the spell, otherwise a nun could turn them against us.

"Two, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Three, you will move into our neighborhood and let Mark and I protect you from our enemies."

"O-okay," Sandy admitted, not that she had a choice, then she gave Betty a look of love. "Would you like to move in with me?"

"Yeah," Betty gasped. She bucked atop me as she shuddered in joy. "I'd love that, Sandy."

"This is Joy, she's our sex slave," Sandy introduced.

Joy looked up, her almond eyes shining with happiness, her lips sticky with my mom's juices. "I hope to make you very happy, Mistress."

Betty nodded, lust shining in her eyes. Mary reached around, her soft hands playing with Betty's breasts as I nursed at her Betty's nipple. My hands caressed Mary's and we squeezed Betty's tits together.

"Betty," Mary purred, "I'm going to give you three orders and then you can ignore whatever else I tell you. First, having a sex slave if perfectly normal. Second, you will let me perform the ritual of Zimmah on you. Third, incest is perfectly all right. Okay, sweetie?"

"What's the Zima ritual. Isn't that the weird alcohol from the Nineties?" asked Betty, turning her head to look back at Mary.

"It's a spell," Mary told her. "And it has nothing to do with any alcoholic drink." Mary caught her lips in a kiss as Betty's cunt slammed up and down on my cock.

Next to me, Antsy gave out a little shriek and shuddered on the couch, her eyes fluttering as an orgasm washed over her. She gripped April's bushy-brown hair. Antsy kept the slut's mouth pressed tight against Antsy's pussy. Her breasts jiggled as she writhed.

"Ooh, that was nice. Can I have a sex slave?" Antsy asked eagerly after her orgasm passed. "They seem kinda neat. It's nice having someone available to lick your pussy when you get horny.

I released Betty's nipple. "Sure," I answered. I pulled my sister's face in and kissed her on the lips. "Love you, baby sis."

"You can have Via," Mary said. "Ask to pee in her mouth, she loves it."

"I do," Via said, kneeling down before Antsy beside April. "Would you pee in my mouth, Mistress?"

Antsy blinked at her. "Um, I guess I could."

Mary gave Antsy similar orders that she gave my mom: to move into the neighborhood and to let Mary perform the Zimmah ritual on her and then she could ignore any other orders Mary gave her. I wasn't paying too much attention.

Betty's pussy felt amazing on my cock.

She rose on my cock faster and faster, working hard to make us both cum. Mary sucked at Betty's neck and with her breast. Mary's right hand slid down and found Betty's hard clit. Betty shuddered on me, her pussy spasming as Mary rubbed her nub.

"Oh, god, that's so hot. Oh, yes, Keep rubbing my clit."

"Please, piss in my mouth, Mistress," Via moaned beside me. She had taken April's spot before my sister. "I love to drink pee. Please, Mistress. I'm a pee slut. I need it."

"Fine, I'll piss in your mouth," Antsy groaned.

* * *

Samantha "Antsy" Glassner

Everyone looked at me, even Betty as she rode my brother's cock hard. Mom writhed on Joy's mouth and Mary had a big grin on her face. But my new sex slave was the one that captured my eyes. She knelt before me, an excited grin on her face.

"You'll love it, Mistress," she promised.

I hoped so.

I couldn't believe it. I had fallen into the delight of a woman's mouth licking my pussy. Maybe I wasn't straight like I had thought. A woman's mouth on my pussy was different from a man's. She was softer, her tongue more nimble, and she knew where to lick to make me cum.

The memory of Theodora's pussy filled my mind. What would Via's pussy be like to lick? Or Mary's? A hot flush ran through me as a naughty, taboo thought filled me. What would my Mom's taste like? I glanced at my mother. She was so beautiful as she stared at me with such encouraging eyes.

What would it be like to sixty-nine with my mother?

"Oh, you have such a pretty pussy, Mistress," moaned Via as she seized my hips and pulled me to her pussy. Her lips latched on to my pussy, sealing tight over my urethra. She sucked and I could feel the pee wanting to flow out of my bladder into her mouth.

I swallowed. The living room echoed with the wet, slurping sound of Betty's cunt riding my brother's cock. Betty had looked away, back to concentrating on making my brother cum. Her hips writhed as she fucked my brother. She had to be close to cumming. She kept gasping and moaning, her voice growing higher and higher in pitch.

Via sucked again.

I shuddered, and looked down at her. I tried to relax my bladder, but a nervous tingle ran through me. Everyone was staring at me. I wanted to cover my naked body. I couldn't do this. Peeing was something that should be done in the privacy of the bathroom.

Even if I was peeing into a woman's mouth instead of a toilet.

"You're so beautiful," my mom moaned. "Oh, yes, I'm cumming."

Listening to my mother's passionate moans, while hot, did not help me pee. I glanced at her. Mom's breasts jiggled as she ground her pussy against Joy's mouth. Even though she was cumming hard, Mom still stared at me with hungry eyes.

She wanted to watch me pee in Via's mouth.

"Please stop looking," I muttered. "I can't go if everyone's looking.

Mom stood up and walked up behind me. I shuddered as she pressed her warm body into my back, her breasts so soft but her nipples hard. The contrast sent an excited flutter through my body down to my pussy. Her lips brushed my neck then her tongue licked up to my ear.

"It's okay, Samantha," purred Mom. "I think we are all passed being embarrassed about the nasty things we like to do. We're a family now. Let's share everything."

I nodded my head. My naked mother held me while a woman was ready to drink my pee. Never in my life had I thought this moment would have come. I groaned, undulating my hips on Via's mouth as I relaxed my bladder.

My urine flooded out. It splashed into Via's mouth. The woman moaned as she swallowed my piss. I stared down at her, my pussy clenching at the sudden rush of heat that passed through me. I pissed harder, my urine splashing into her hungry mouth.

This woman would do anything.

"Fuck this is nasty," I moaned.

Mom's hands slid up my body and squeezed my tits. I moaned, leaning my head back against Mom as I savored the wicked delight of pissing in my sex slave's mouth. Mom's fingers pinched my nipples, the superclass shooting down to my aching pussy.

"Piss in her mouth, sweetie," purred Mom.

"Yes," I groaned, my bladder clenching, forcing out the last few drops into Via's hungry mouth.

"Delicious," Via moaned, pulling her face away. Some of my piss had trickled down her chin in yellow rivulets. "Now I have to clean you up."

Via buried her mouth back into my pussy. I shuddered in my mom's embrace as Via's tongue swirled through my pussy folds. My sex slave was eager to find any errant drops of piss and lick them off my pussy.

I loved it.

"Fuck, you're one nasty slut, Via," I moaned, rubbing my ass against Mom's stomach as I writhed on Via's face.

My pussy was on fire. My mom licked and nibbled at my ear as I ground my hot flesh on my sex slave's mouth. I made a woman drink my pee. My pussy clenched at the thought. I let out a low moan and shuddered as my orgasm burst through me.

Via kept licking me through my orgasm, hungry for my pussy juices as much as my pee.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Betty fucked me faster, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as she bent down and kissed me on the lips. I still watched my sister shudder on her pee slut's lips out of the corner of my eye as I gripped Betty's ass. My dick throbbed in the Black girl's cunt.

"I should have said yes when you asked me out to that dance," Betty moaned when she broke the kiss. "Your cock is amazing! I just didn't want to...to not be popular."

"You were missing out," Mary moaned into Betty's ear. My fiancee squeezed those delicious, light-chocolate breasts.

Betty let out a low moan, her cunt squeezing my cock hard as she rode me. Her body trembled in our arms. Mary licked and nibbled at Betty's ear. The Black girl slammed her hips down on me, her body shuddering.

"I'm going to cum so hard," moaned Betty.

"Scream his name," hissed Mary. "Scream my horny stallion's name as you cum on his cock, whore."

"Yes, yes!" moaned Betty. Her pussy spasmed on my cock, milking me. "Mark! Your dick's so good. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes!"

Betty shuddered between Mary and me, her pussy spasming on my dick. The caress of her flesh shot pleasure through my body. I squeezed her ass and groaned as my seed spilled inside Betty's cunt, inside my mom's lover. The couch groaned as my back arched. The pleasure rushed through me at the taboo delight.

"Damn," I groaned. "We did miss out, Betty."

She smiled at me and gave me a softer kiss.

Mary slid off my knees and sat down next to me. I broke the kiss with Betty, put my arm around my naughty filly, and pulled her close. I gave her a kiss. When I broke it, I groaned, "Thank you, Mare, you're the best."

"You found a winner there, son," Mom said as she walked over from Antsy. She bent down and kissed Mary, too. My dick throbbed in Betty's wet pussy as I loved the sight of my mom kissing my fiancee.

"I lucked out, too," Mary grinned when my mom broke the kiss.

My mom smiled then grabbed Betty and pulled her off my cock. "Come on, my chocolate bunny, I want to eat my son's cum out of your cunt."

"Oh, that's so wrong," groaned Betty with a shudder as she was led down the hallway to my mom's bedroom. Joy followed. The door closed.

"They're cute together," I told Mary.

She nodded at me, then motioned to my sister cumming on Via. "They're pretty cute, too."

I grinned and watched my sister writhed and buck, held upright by Via's hands gripping her ass. The sex slave devoured my sister's pussy. Juices ran down her chin, joining the lines of piss. Antsy bucked one more time and let out a low moan, then she stumbled back.

"Fuck, that was hot," panted my sister.

"So you'll pee in my mouth again?" Via asked hopefully, staring up at my sister.

"Hell, yeah, slut!" Antsy excitedly said. "I came so fast and hard on your nasty, pee-drinking mouth. What should I do with you tonight? I've never had a sex slave."

"Well, there's this great club called the Clam Diver," Via said.

"Sure, let's go," Antsy said then led Via off to Antsy's bedroom. "Let's find something for us to wear. You look about my size."

"Are you going to tell her that the Clam Diver's a lesbian club?" Mary asked me.

"That's the club you went to last week?" I asked Mary.

"Yeah, I met Via there."

I laughed. "Well, Antsy may not be a lesbian, yet."

Chapter Five

In celebration of their victory, the Gods magnanimously gave sex slaves to their family, spreading the joy of sex and domination to those they loved.

--The Gospel of April 24:12

Mary Sullivan

Mark and I dressed before heading out to his silver Mustang. My Eos was parked right behind Mark's car. I waved towards one of the bodyguards, a Black woman numbered 25. "You'll drive my car."

"Yes, ma'am," 25 grinned. Her partner, 30, would follow in the squad car.

"My dad's house is just up the street," I told Mark. "My dad needs to get the same instructions I gave your family."

Mark nodded his head. "Yeah. Can't let those cunts hurt your dad and sisters."

A swell of anger shot through me. What if a nun already had. Why was a golden thread tied about me and my sisters? That was a problem for later. I climbed into the passenger seat as Mark started up his car.

"So, if you lived here, you must have went to Washington High School," Mark said.

"I did." Then I smiled at him. "But, since I'm so much younger than you, we didn't go at the same time."

"We're both in our twenties," Mark pointed out.

I shrugged. "You probably went to school at the same time as Shannon. She must have been a year or two behind you."

"Small world, huh?" Mark laughed. "I'm surprised we hadn't met earlier."

The drive to my dad's was short. It strange being back here after I had fucked him without his knowledge only a few hours ago. Mark pulled into the driveway and we pulled out, followed by April and Felicity.

My dad blinked at the sight of us, then he noticed Felicity and April. "Did you enjoy my gift?" I asked. "Was the slut that fucked you hot and tight, Daddy?"

He spluttered. "Mary?"

"Answer her," Mark ordered, fighting a grin.

"She was. I wish I hadn't been blindfolded."

"But it was so much fun, Daddy," I laughed. "You had no idea it was me."

My dad really spluttered as I sauntered into the house. After watching the family fun at Mark's house, I didn't see the need to hide my incestuous desires for my father. I should have just been open about it from the start and not blindfolded him, but I had been afraid of crossing that one line.

But now I had crossed it, and incest was amazing. I had to fuck my father again, just not tonight. Mark and I really needed to get home.

"Mr. Sullivan," Mark said. "I'm going to give you three commands and then you can ignore any other commands of mine."

My father blinked and slowly said, "Okay."

"First, you need to be available for Mary to fuck so she can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever she needs to. Second, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Third, you have to move into our neighborhood so we can protect you. Got that?"

My father nodded. His aura turned jet black, a thrall to Mark.

"Good," I nodded. I put my arm through his and stared up at him. "Daddy, would you like your own sex slave?"

My dad's eyes slid over to Felicity and April. He swallowed.

"Ooh, do you want one of them? They'll both be eager. Right, sluts?"

"We will, Mistress," Felicity nodded, her voice so cute and innocent. April nodded in agreement with her. She had her phone out and was texting something.

"Felicity," my father said, his voice hoarse.

"So you can have your very own naughty schoolgirl to fuck, Daddy?" I asked fondly. "I just bet there are loads of your students you've been secretly fantasizing over." My dad taught community college.

"Yeah," Dad swallowed. He had an embarrassed smile on his face as Felicity walked over.

"You belong to my dad now," I told her. "He's your master."

She beamed. My dad took her hand and led his new sex slave into the back. As he left, Missy, blinking at the sight of our dad taking a schoolgirl into his bedroom, flounced out into the living room. She grinned at Mark. "What's going on?"

"We're handing out sex slaves," I told my sister, "and Mark has a few orders for you."

"A sex salve," gushed Missy as Mark gave her the same orders I gave Betty.

"Can Damien live with me?" asked Missy. "Since Friday night, we've been talking about moving in together."

"Of course. Give Mark your phone, he'll arrange everything."

My sister obeyed, then she sidled up to me as Mark spoke to Damien. "So, what's this about a sex slave? Like those three girls that were at your house?"

"Oh, we have more than those three," I winked at my sister. "And that's exactly what I'm talking about."

"Ooh," shuddered my sister. "Dawn Cooper."

"Not April there?" I asked.

My little sister shook her head emphatically, her strawberry-blonde curls tumbling about her head. "Dawn Cooper has been a bitch to me since grade school. She always picked on me. We shared a bus stop and she would always say mean things to me. I want her to be my slave."

I hugged my sister. "I remember the little skank. It'll feel really nice when she's yours to abuse." I gave my little sister a hot kiss.

* * *

Mark Glassner

"Damn that's hot," muttered Damien over the phone. "My own sex slave?"

"Yeah," I answered, my eyes glued on Mary and her little sister kissing hard, their tongues dueling. Though Missy was eighteen, she didn't look it when compared to her older sister.

"Anyone?" Damien asked.

I liked Damien. "Sure."

"Could I have Mrs. Corra, my math teacher. She has these amazing knockers and always dresses to show them off."

I laughed, remembering Damien mentioning some busty teacher he had a thing for last Friday. "Sure, do you know where she lives?"

"No," sighed Damien. Then he added helpfully, "But her first name's Polly."

"Sure, I'll track her down." I hung up and then leered, "That is hot, ladies."

Mary and her sister broke their kiss and grinned at me. "So, Damien's all set?"

"I promised him one of his teachers for a sex slave."

"Mrs. Corra?" Missy asked.

I nodded.

"He always did have a hard-on for that slut's big tits." Missy held her hands out far from her almost flat chest. "Good thing I know Damien loves my little titties. I don't have to be jealous now. Ooh, having Mrs. Corra for a sex slave will be hot."

I laughed.

"Well, baby sis, we got to go," Mary said. "Does Dawn still live up the road?"

Missy nodded.

"We'll go take care of her and send her over," Mary promised and gave her sister a kiss.

In the background, Felicity moaned as she was fucked hard by Mary's dad. Both Sullivan sisters gave wicked giggles at the sound. Then Mary whispered in her sister's ear. Missy's eyes widened and she squealed, "You slut. You didn't fuck our dad?"

Mary winked at her as she walked out of the house. April and I followed.

A short drive up the street and we were at Dawn's house. It was like the other houses on the street, small, over fifty years old, but well maintained. We marched up to the door, April trailing along behind us, and I knocked with force after arriving.

A middle-aged man with balding, salt-and-pepper hair answered the door. Annoyance flashed across his face. "Hello? If you're preaching or selling I'm not interested."

"No, no," I answered. "Is your daughter, Dawn, home?"

"Yeah," he frowned. "Who are you? You look familiar."

"My name is Mark, and I have a wonderful opportunity for your daughter," I said, smiling like I would when sailing vacuum cleaners door to door. "You are so proud that your daughter has been chosen to be a sex slave."

A proud, fatherly smile blossomed on his face. "How wonderful for her."

"I'm told she still lives at home."

"Well, she did just graduate from High School. But eighteen's too young to be on her own."

"Well, don't worry, she'll be well taken care of at her new home."

"Good, good," he nodded. "Dawn, come here, there's a man here to see you. He's got some great news."

A voluptuous, barely legal temptress in daisy dukes and a tight, low-cut halter top, sauntered up, bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders There was a sneer on her face, ruining her seductive beauty. She eyed me and glared at her dad.

"What? I was texting, Dad!" She had a bitchy tone to her voice. She kept texting, her fingers flying across the keypad. How did girls text so fast?

"Precious, Mark, here, has chosen you to be a sex slave," her father told her. "Isn't that wonderful?"

An incredulous look crossed the bitch's face. "What the fuck, Dad? Sex slave? Is this a fucking joke? Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Dawn," I barked. "You're going to be a sex slave from now on, you'll do whatever your Master or your Mistress wants you to do, slut!"

"I...yes," she mumbled.

"She's a handful, isn't she?" I asked her dad.