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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 7: Bitter

Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Female/Female, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

He said, His voice deep and majestic, stirring my soul. “My Gods,” I breathed. “It is an honor to meet you.” “You have our sympathies on the loss of your men,” She said, reaching out to touch my hand. “All who die in our service fighting evil shall not be forgotten.” A warm flush passed through me. The Goddess touched me. Tears leaked down my eyes. “Thank you. We all are ready to die for you.” “Such noble spirit will be needed to fight the coming darkness,” She said. “But faithful service is always rewarded.” “Thank you.” I licked my lips, wanting to ask her a question. “I...I would...there is one thing...” She raised an eyebrow. “What do you want, Sheriff?” “My women were taken by your Holy Sluts,” I carefully said. “To serve them. I greatly miss them and I'm sure Corina, Vicki, and Amanda miss me.” He looked back at Alison. “What's he talking about?” “Oh, the fucker was beating on these three girls,” Alison shrugged. “So we confiscated them.” “How did he beat them?” She asked, blinking Her green eyes in shock. “He appears to be under our commands. His aura is black.” “I didn't beat them,” I objected. “I never assaulted them.” “Oh, he convinced himself that they were his willing sex slaves and it was just disciplining them as part of their sex play,” Desiree answered. “We dragged the story out of the three girls, mi Reina.” Her green eyes locked on me. “Is this true?” the Goddess demanded, Her words reaching into my soul and seizing me. “It was just discipline,” I answered. ... “They were willing. They understood their place in the new order.” “Women's place isn't to serve men,” the Goddess said, Her anger swelling. “All women serve us, after that, a woman, or a man, has the right to choose servitude or freedom.” “They choose,” I quailed, trembling in fear. “They were willing.” “They were coerced,” the cunt Alison corrected. “They feared worse things would happen if they didn't submit. They were so terrified of him. He beat them, cut them, and burned them.” “51,” He commanded. “Have this man beaten. He is no longer the Sheriff of Caissa County.” The words struck me. I was no longer the Sheriff. “I'm sorry, My Lord,” I blubbered, falling to my knees. “Please, have mercy.” The Goddess looked down at me. “You will never hurt, assault, slap, or spank another Human whether in anger, sport, jest, or play. You will never discipline another human being, even in roleplay, with any part of your body or any object. You shall serve Corina, Vicki, and Amanda in whatever way they see fit. You are their slave until the day you die and will obey every one of their commands.” “Yes, My Lady,” I cried as Her will chained my soul. “I will be their slave. I will never hurt a soul.” A Black bodyguard, a choker reading 51 was tight about her neck, pointed at two of the bodyguards. They drew collapsible batons from their belts, flicking them open. These women may look like sluts, but they moved like cops. I screamed as their clubs struck me, battering me to the ground. The ...