The Devil's Pact Pt. 21

"Yeah, she can be quite a trial," he admitted.

"I bet you've always wanted to rip off those shorts and spank her naughty ass," Mary said, licking her lips. "That pert ass is just begging to be spanked."

My naughty filly did love to discipline.

"No, I never spanked her. I believe it's wrong to spank a child," Dawn's dad admitted. "It causes all sorts of development problems."

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"Well, if you don't know how," I purred, a wicked smile crossing my lips, "then you can watch me and learn. I love spanking naughty little sluts asses.

I grabbed Dawn and boldly went inside the house.

"The fuck, bitch?" Dawn gasped. I could order her to be obedient, but this was more fun.

"It's time to be spanked," I hissed. "I remember how mean you were to my little sis."

Mark and Mary followed behind me. I stopped in the living room and grabbed Dawn's halter top. I ripped it up and exposed a nice pair of young tits.

"What the fuck?" Dawn hissed as I groped her tits. "Get off me, dyke."

"No bra, slut?" I asked.

"No, I like the boys to see my nips," Dawn admitted with a flush.

"Did you know how much of a whore your daughter was?" Mark asked, sitting down on the couch. April knew what to do and fished out my fiance's cock. She sucked the shaft into her mouth.

"I...I didn't," her father answered.

"Let's see what kind of panties you wear, slut," I hissed.

"Let me go," Dawn moaned, but her struggles had wained. My Pact worked on her, making her amendable.

I tugged down Dawn's daisy dukes, exposing a tight ass, a pair of cute dimples dotted her cheeks. She didn't wear panties. I stroked her butt, then gave each one a pinch, savoring her firm flesh. I couldn't wait to spank her ass. My pussy clenched.

"You are such a whore," I purred. "No panties. You raised a slut."

Her father only watched in awe.

I sat down and pulled Dawn down across my lap. Dawn squirmed, her firm ass shaking in fear. Her pussy was shaved and already wet. I caught a hint of her musk as she squirmed. "I'm going to love spanking your ass."

"Please," Dawn begged, her eyes wide with fright.

That only made me wetter.

I spanked Dawn's ass. A loud, stinging smack echoed and Dawn let out a sharp cry of pain. A red handprint burned on her lovely ass. Mark groaned, staring at Dawn's ass while April bobbed her head on his cock.

"I love watching you spank a naughty slut's ass, Mare."

"And she is one naughty slut," I grinned and smacked Dawn's ass again.

"That hurts," whined Dawn. "Daddy, help me."

"I'm sorry, Dawn," her dad said evenly, "but you have been a bad girl, and I don't know how to control you anymore."

I reached down to Dawn's hanging tits and pinched a hard nipple. I savored the squeak of pain I brought to Dawn's lips. I hissed, "A good slut counts the spanking and says, 'Thank you, Mistress.' Understand, slut?"

"Y-yes," Dawn stammered as I pinched her nipple. "One, thank you, Mistress."

I released her nipple. "Wait until I spank you."

Smack!

"One, thank you, Mistress," she sobbed.

"Good," I smiled, my pussy on fire.

Smack! Dawn's ass jiggled from the force of my spanking.

"Two, thank you, Mistress."

Mark stroked April's bushy, brown hair as she worked her mouth up and down his dick. Mark had such hungry eyes as he watched me discipline the slut. He gripped April's hair as I cracked my hand down again on Dawn's reddened ass.

"Three, thank you, Mistress."

"Deep-throat my cock, slut," growled Mark, his hand forcing April's mouth down lower on his shaft--the slut didn't fight.

I smiled at my fiance as I spanked Dawn's naughty ass again.

"Four, thank you, Mistress!" squealed Dawn.

My pussy was on fire. I loved sounds of stinging slaps, Dawn's moaning count, and April's sloppy blowjob. Dawn's father stared at his daughter's ass as I spanked the slut. I bet he could see Dawn's shaved cunt peeking between her thighs while a bulge tented his pants.

I smiled at the sight, an idea forming in my mind.

Smack!

"Eleven, thank you, Mistress."

"You sure you don't want to spank your daughter's pert ass?" I asked Dawn's father, caressing the slut's bright-red cheeks. My fingers dipped down to run through her shaved, wet cunt. "God, she's soaking wet. What a slut. She's been practicing to be a sex slave all her life, hasn't she? Dressing slutty, cock-teasing any poor man who saw her, dropping her panties for any half-way handsome guy that looked at her. Don't you want to punish such a wanton daughter?"

"I..." her dad started to say and then he lunged forward and grabbed his daughter's arm. He pulled Dawn to her feet.

"Daddy," sobbed Dawn as she was dragged her away. He bent her across the couch's arm, her bubbly butt shaking, already reddened by my hand. He drew back his hand and smacked her hard on the ass.

"One," she squeaked. "Thank you...Daddy!"

My pussy was on fire. I needed to cum. I stood up, eyes locked on Dawn's father spanking her naughty ass as I walked over to my fiancee. I seized April's hair and pulled her mouth off my fiance's cock. "Thanks for getting him ready, slut."

"You're welcome, Mistress," April smiled. She pushed up her glasses as I straddled my fiance.

"Spanking the slut get you wet?" Mark asked as I sank down on his cock.

"So wet," I moaned as my fiance's shaft filled my pussy.

I rode Mark's cock, sliding up and down his shaft and savoring every inch of his cock. I watched Dawn's father spank her ass over and over while the sobbing slut shuddered and cried out her count. My pussy clenched with every smack. Mark's cock stirred such pleasure through my body.

"Fucking whore!" Dawn's father suddenly shouted. "You're just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her!"

Smack!

"Nine, thank you daddy!"

"Damn, that's hot," groaned Mark as he slipped a hand up my blouse and found my perky breast.

"Yes," I groaned as Mark played with my hard nipple.

I squeezed my cunt on Mark's dick as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. The pleasure shot down to my pussy. I shuddered and fucked him faster. My pussy savored his cock sliding in and out of my wet depths.

Mark suddenly ripped off my blouse. His hands seized my tits and squeezed them, then he leaned down and sucked my nipple into his hungry mouth. I groaned and shuddered on him. My pussy clenched on his cock.

"Fuck, Mark," I groaned as the pleasure shot through me.

Spank! "Thirteen, thank you daddy!"

"Fucking whore," her dad moaned. "You were always dressing like a fucking slut!" Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. "Not caring how your slutty clothes were affecting your poor father! Well, you're a sex slave now! And sex slaves get fucked!"

"Damn," Mark groaned as Dawn's father thrust his cock hard into Dawn's cunt.

"Yes, fuck her," I groaned.

Dawn's father fucked her with a frantic speed. Their flesh slapped together. Dawn gasped and moaned, her eyes squeezing shot as she enjoyed her daddy's cock slamming into her hot depths. I knew how wonderful that feeling was.

I rode Mark faster, remembering how I fucked my father this same way early. My orgasm built inside me as I watched the incestuous joining of father and daughter, savoring the wet plunge of thrusting cock into taboo cunt.

"Daddy!" moaned Dawn.

"Such a slut," her Father snarled. "Take my cum."

He barely fucked Dawn for a minute before he growled and buried his cock into his daughter. The slut shuddered and gasped, cumming herself, her pussy milking every drop of her daddy's taboo seed into her fertile depths.

"Shit," groaned Mark. "Always wanted to see a father and daughter fuck."

"You'll get to see it again," I groaned, slamming down on Mark and cumming hard.

My pleasure rippled through my body. I bucked atop Mark. His hands squeezed my ass while my pussy writhed about his dick. He slid me up and down his shaft. I pulled him to me, my head tossing back as the pleasure crested.

"I can't wait to see you fuck your father, Mare," growled Mark.

His dick erupted into me. Hot cum flooded my pussy.

Dawn's father stumbled away from his daughter. He breathed fast and sank down into recliner. Dawn stood up, her father's cum leaking out of her pussy. She strolled over to him, her well-spanked ass undulating, and sat on his lap

"I'm sorry, Daddy, for being such a bad girl," purred Dawn. "I promise I'll be the best sex slave, ever. I'll make you proud, Daddy."

"Fuck, I love these powers," I groaned to Mark. "Dawn is going to be my little sister's sex slave because I ordered it."

"Welcome to the club," Mark whispered in my ear. "We'll be unstoppable."

I nodded my head in agreement. I had such big plans. We would change the world and make it into a paradise.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary shuddered and moaned beside me, grinding on April's mouth as I browsed my phone, searching for Damien's teacher Mrs. Corra. Dawn and her father cuddled nearby, sharing the intimacy of their frantic fucking and powerful cum.

"Lick out my pussy," groaned Mary as she humped against April's hungry lips. "That's it, you little slut. Clean up all of Mark's cum."

There were a dozen people with the last name Corra listed in the whitepages. I sighed and began calling numbers. The first two were a bust, one was a man who wasn't married and the second belonged to a woman that sounded like she smoked seventeen packs of cigarettes a day.

I was probably exaggerating.

"Oh, damn, work that tongue, slut," groaned Mary, her freckled breasts heaving.

"Hello," a woman answered at the third listing. She was listed as P. Corra in the phone book.

"Are you the Mrs. Corra that teaches high school?" I asked.

"I do teach high school," she answered. "Who is this?"

"And do you have a boy named Damien in your math class. He would have just graduated."

"I did," the woman nodded. "Who is this?"

"My name is Mark Glassner," I commanded. "From now on you are Damien's devoted sex slave. You love him and will do anything he tells you. Understand."

"I do," she groaned. "Oh, he's so cute. He's always staring at my tits. It's why I like wearing low-cut blouses. It's such a turn on watching the boys ogle me."

"Married?"

"Divorced," she promptly answered.

That simplified things. "Okay, strip naked and send me a nude selfie."

"Okay." The phone went dead.

I was curious to see what she looked like. A minute later my phone beeped. I opened up the message and smiled. Mrs. Corra had taken the picture using her closet door mirror. She was in her early thirties, brown hair, with curvy hips and a rather impressive set of tits that pillowed before her. Her face was beautiful, horn-rimmed glasses were perched on her cute nose, and beneath those frames were these big, pouty lips just made for cock sucking.

"Damn," I groaned showing Mary the photo. "If she was my teacher, I would be jerking off to her every day."

"Uh-huh," panted Mary. "Damien's sex slave?"

"Yes."

"Good," she shuddered. "Now call my sister. I'm so close to cumming. Let's get her taken care of."

I had Shannon's number in my phone. Mary's moans echoed through my ear as it rang while my dick throbbed. Shannon was a sexy woman in her mid-twenties with fiery hair and large, round tits. It had been hot watching all three Sullivan sisters last week make love.

"Hi, Mark," Shannon answered. "What's up?"

"Is George there?"

"Sitting beside me," she answered.

"Put us on speaker." The ambient sound on the line shifted. "Can you hear me, George?"

"Yeah, Mark," he answered. George was Shannon's boyfriend.

I gave the pair the same orders that I gave Missy.

"Huh, sure we'll move," Shannon answered. "Right, George?"

"I never thought we would move," George laughed. "I really like Milton, but a free house. Hard to beat."

"Good, now Mary and I are giving out sex slaves, like the ones at my house, to our family members. Interested?"

"Really," George eagerly asked. "One of your bang-maids?"

"Oh, you horny devil," Shannon giggled.

"What? You said we could have another threesome," George pointed out.

"All right, George," Shannon fondly said. "Mark's...bang maids seemed quite happy."

"Any requests?" I asked.

"Hot," George said, then he laughed, "Stop tickling me, Shannon."

"Ooh, that's all you want is hot," Shannon chortled. "Nothing else? No blonde with giant tits? No petite, Asian schoolgirl that's eighteen but looks ten?"

"Smoking hot, I guess. I don't know," George laughed. "I give up. You can pick sweetie pie."

"Your secretary," Shannon answered.

"Starla?"

"I've seen you panting after her," Shannon answered. "I've seen how she bends over, showing off her ass. She's been trying to seduce you for weeks. The little tramp."

"I'd never cheat on you," George promised.

"And you won't, not if she's our bang-maid," Shannon declared. "And she can be your bang-secretary at work. Keep you from straying when I'm not around."

George laughed. "How could I cheat on the best girlfriend in the world?"

"Sure," I told them. "Give me her number and I'll set it up."

"Thanks, man." I could almost see George's grin over the phone.

"Mark, send her over. This has gotten me so horny," laughed Shannon. "I want to spank her."

My dick really ached. "I will."

"Oh, god, this is hot," shuddered Mary. "Oh, yes. Yes. Drink my juices, slut. Oh, damn, Mark, I'm cumming so hard."

I smiled at my fiancee as I dialed Starla's number. The phone rang five times.

"Hello?" a woman asked.

"Hi, Starla, you don't know me, but I'm Mark Glassner."

"The terrorist?" she squeaked. "The one who's engaged to Shannon's younger sister?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "Now relax. From now on, you'll be Shannon and George's bang-maid. You'll do whatever either of them tell you and do it with a smile."

"I will," Starla happily squealed. "I've had a crush on him for so long. I'll be the best bang-maid ever."

Mary slumped next to me, a big smile on her face.

"Nice cum?" I asked her.

"It's nice to have fun while you do all the work," she smiled.

Mary had been a little annoyed when she found out I spent an entire day fucking at a Community College while she was busting her butt getting things ready for our wedding. I didn't say the smartass remark on the tip of my tongue.

Instead, I glanced at the naked schoolgirl on her daddy's lap. "Dawn, go to Missy Sullivan's house," I ordered. "She's your new, primary Mistress."

"Okay," Dawn said, getting off her father's lap and bent down to grab her daisy dukes.

Mary slapped her ass. "Did Mark tell you to get dress, slut?"

"No, Mistress," Dawn gasped and disappeared naked out the front door, she didn't even put shoes on.

"You are so mean," I laughed to Mary.

We dressed and headed outside. April climbed into the back seat of the Mustang, Mary took the passenger's seat, and I climbed into the driver's. Ahead, Dawn power-walked down the street, her red ass swaying.

"Damn, that is a hot sight," I laughed. "What do you think, April?"

She looked up from her phone and grinned. "It is, Master."

The two bodyguards followed in the patrol car and Mary's Eos as I drove us out to Highway 512 to take us east to Puyallup. I turned us onto Steele Street at 116th Street. As I drove, I reached over and placed my hand on Mary's thigh, stroking her silky skin.

"You're so beautiful, Mare."

She gave me a sultry smile. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Mark?"

I smiled and nodded.

"It's just too dangerous while you're driving, Mark."

"You're so amazing, so perfect," I told her, sliding my hand higher on her thigh. "I'm just so horny for you." I stopped at a light, and bent over and nuzzled at her beautiful neck. "I just love you so much, Mare."

"Fine," she said. "But this is the last time." She always said that it was the last time, but I always managed to convince her to do it again.

Mary bent over, unzipped my pants, and fished out my hard cock. Her mouth was wet and hot as she sucked my cock. I turned onto 512, accelerating quickly as my fiancee swirled her tongue about my cock's head.

"Damn, your mouth feels great, Mare!" I moaned.

Mary cupped my balls, her deft fingers playing with my nuts. She bobbed her head, sliding down my cock and then sucking back up. I groaned, enjoying the suction on my cock's head. Every time she went down, more and more of my dick disappeared into her mouth.

I merged onto 512, and floored it. 30, driving the patrol car, flipped on her sirens and raced ahead of me. I smiled. I would have to reward 30 for her proactive thought. I raced behind her while 25 brought up the rear of our convoy.

"Do you always have Mistress suck your cock while you drive, Master?" April asked.

"Her or whatever slut is beside me," I grinned.

Mary moaned about my dick. It sounded like she was laughing. I savored the way she massaged my dick with her passion. Her mouth worked lower and lower until my dick brushed the back of her throat.

Mary didn't stop there.

"Damn, Mare," I groaned, one hand running through her auburn hair as she deep-throated me.

I savored the hot, tight embrace of her throat. She swallowed and hummed. My dick ached with pleasure. It shot down my shaft to my balls. It was wonderful to feel her mouth on my cock while I drove.

I had missed out on this joy on the drive up to Seattle yesterday.

Mary drew back up my cock, sucking hard until only the tip remained in her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the head before she deep-throated me all over again. She did it over and over, bringing me closer and closer to flooding her sweet mouth with my cum.

"God, you're the best, Mare!" I moaned, my balls tightening. "About to cum, Mare."

She sucked hard as she slid her mouth up my cock until only my sensitive head was in her lips. She swirled her tongue about the crown while she fisted my shaft. My balls tightened. I gripped the steering wheel.

"Fuck!"

My cum burst out into her mouth. I fought to keep the car driving straight between the lines as blast after blast of my cum flooded her hungry mouth. Mary swallowed my jizz, her hand milking my shaft and making sure she received every drop.

"Damn, that's good," I grinned, the lethargy sinking into my body.

Mary sat up, smiling, licking the little bit of cum that stained her lips. "Thanks, Mark. I missed that."

"I thought you didn't like blowing me when I drove?"

"I didn't say I hated it," Mary smiled, "just that it's not safe."

The off-ramp rushed up. I followed 30 onto it. Cars moved out of the way for us. Mary's phone beeped and she pulled it out of her purse. She laughed, then held it up to me. I glanced at the phone and grinned at the image of Dawn licking Missy's foot with the caption: "Thanks for the slut!"

"I think you may have corrupted your sister," I said with a smile.

"That's an understatement," Mary said then laughed wickedly as I pulled into the South Hill Mall's parking lot.

Chapter Six

To show their love for their Holy Sluts, the Gods presented each with a choker inscribed with their name and who owned them. Most of the sluts were overcome with joy, but a few clutched onto the darkness in their hearts. While they proclaimed to worship our gods, evil fomented in their dark souls.

--The Gospel of April 24:28-29

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- South Hill, WA

My stomach tensed as I drove west on 512 to connect with I-5. I couldn't believe I just passed Mark Glassner's silver Mustang racing behind one of his cop slut's patrol car. They were getting off the freeway at South Hill.

I knew there was no chance they could have spotted me, but it was closer to Mark then I would like to get. I did not want to be his slave. My hands grew sweaty on the steering wheel, and I kept glancing into the rearview mirror expecting to see one of his "bodyguards," a group of female cops under his mind control, racing up behind me.