1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 7: Dawn, The Glory Holes


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Males / Female, Prostitution, School, Threesome, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 44.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Master,” I smiled. I wiped the sticky cum off my breasts and smiled as Mrs. Corra nursed the very cute Kaitlynn. She was a pink bundle of joy, born just last month to Missy and Damien. Thanks to a concoction Sam whipped up, Mrs. Corra's massive tits produced the sweetest milk. My hand went down to my belly where my daughter grew. I was starting to show, a gentle swell curving my belly. Another concoction from Sam insured I would birth a daughter—Kaitlynn's future slave. I envied my Mistress's daughter; she would get to grow up with her own slave. The city of Asunción had been the beautiful capital of Paraguay, sitting on the left bank of the Paraguay River. It had been a city of culture, one of the earliest cities built in South America. Now it was half-rebuilt ruins. Chemosh, the demon that conquered South America, had wrecked considerable damage in the six months he had ruled. Mark and the Legion had slain the demon in Sao Paolo Brazil last March. A year later, the damage hadn't even become close to being repaired. Missy walked up, speaking with an architect and the newly-chosen Mayor of Asunción. She was accompanied by General Turner from the Legion and a squad of soldiers and bodyguards for protection. After slaying Chemosh, Mark had established the District of South America and gave it to Missy and Damien to oversee. They were just the figureheads while they learned how to rule from General Turner. He made the day-to-day decisions. For the last year, we had been busy, ...
    traveling from city to village, making sure supplies were getting through for the rebuilding process and soldiers were recruited to fight against the demons. Last month, the Legion had liberated England from the demoness Astarte's forces and were preparing the liberation of Europe across the English Channel. “I think things are going great,” Missy declared, shaking hands with the Mayor. Damien nodded. “Asunción is able to send another thousand men and women to the war effort, divine sister” the Mayor added. Missy was the “divine sister,” the mortal sister of the Goddess. Missy walked over and slipped her arm around her husband. They were still both gangly and youthful. Missy still had a pair of A Cups, cute little titties with big, fat nipples. Not even her recent pregnancy did much for her bust. “Where are my handmaids, Mrs. Corra?” Missy asked. “Miss Brentwood, Miss Song, and Miss Jones are at the local Church,” the former teacher replied. The handmaids were Missy's friends from High School. A group of girls that worshiped her as their own goddess and had a lot of wicked fun with Missy and Damien during school. Only three, however, agreed to be bound and serve Missy forever: Emily Jones, Sallie Brentwood, and Macy Song. “Go fetch them,” Missy ordered, then turned to me. “Did you enjoy yourself, slut?” “I did! Thank you for arranging it, Mistress,” I smiled, kneeling down before her. Missy rubbed a hand through my sticky, blonde hair. A happy thrill went through me as she ...
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