1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 10: Monica, My Husband's Slave


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    Jonathon liked to tie me up, leaving me striped like a tiger. The doorbell rang. “Master!” I called out. “Is someone coming over?” He padded out of the bathroom, looking confused. “I'll go take care of it.” He dumped me on the living room floor in a kneeling position. “I love to see you on your knees like a bitch ready to be mounted,” Jonathon liked to say. The carpet fibers rubbed on my cheek and I had a good view beneath the couch. So dirty. When we got back from our trip, I'd have Jonathon move the couch so I could vacuum beneath it. “Sorry to drop in,” a man's voice said from the doorway. It sounded familiar, his accent thick, Eastern European. “But my wife and I need some counseling.” “Maybe you need counciling, Danko,” a woman waspishly answered. “You're the one having the problem.” That would be Danko and CeeCee Perko, a couple that joined the church last February after Danko had been healed by our Goddess. He had caught the dread Wormwood Plague that had killed so many men. My own Jonathon had been so sick, and Kylie and I had been by his side for those three frightening days last November when the plague was unleashed by the demoness in Seattle. “Come in,” Jonathon sighed. “Sorry to disturb you,” CeeCee muttered. “I know it's a special day, but my husband insisted.” Her voice was full of scorn. The two were always bickering. I didn't think they were going to last as a couple. “They would be gone two weeks,” Danko objected. “This needs straightening out. What you did ...
    was too much, CeeCee.” “You're making too much over some meaningless sex,” his wife dismissed. “Oh, hello, Monica.” I turned my head, getting a good view of her lovely, red pumps. “Hi, CeeCee.” “So I gather you caught CeeCee in bed with someone?” Jonathon asked. “Not someone! A man!” Danko objected. “I'm fine with her being with all the women she wants. That's what we agreed. So long as she doesn't mind sharing them with me, I don't mind her satisfying her...sapphic urges.” I knew their story. A year ago, they were in a Subway restaurant when our Goddess made love to CeeCee in the middle of the store while Danko watched. CeeCee got a taste for pussy that day—any woman would after pleasure from our Goddess. “What does it matter if it was a man?” I asked him. “It just...” Danko spluttered, struggling to think. “It just...does.” “It sounds to me like you are stuck in the old morality,” I continued. “Our Gods have freed us from such backward thinking.” “See,” CeeCee declared. “I didn't do anything wrong.” “Then why did you keep it from your husband?” I pressed. “You must have known how he would react so you went behind his back and broke the trust and intimacy necessary for a couple. You two should support each other in your dalliances. Talk with your husband, share your desires and your fantasies with him. Explore them together.” “He wouldn't have wanted to,” CeeCee protested. “He's too wrapped up in that Slavic masculinity!” “You're my woman!” Danko roared. “See!” she declared. ...
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