by Writing Shark
The Pact II
First you fuck Alice. Naturally. Nothing feels more natural than fucking your own daughter. This is what you brought her into this world for, and the perverse joy and mischievous grin on her face as Harold watches you commit the gravest crime warms your face. And Alice loves it.
Maybe it’s the way he teaches or something else, but your daughter derives a perverse, destructive pleasure from giving her teacher a show like the best hardcore porn doesn’t provide. She screams and moans and writhes on you, sweating and gyrating her hips, knowing that her daddy is keeping her safe and secure in his arms. But where she acts almost maternally with Gemma, Elise and her mother and, to a certain extent, the other women, Harold Schoomer delivers a show that surprises even you.
It’s because of her role, you finally realize as Alice asks Harold to look closely. She can let go.
You have almost never been as proud of your little muffin as you are now, as you can now see that she has completely accepted her role by directing her evil energy and perverted thoughts against your enemies and victims, not against the people you have subjected to her.
“My queen,” you whisper in her ear and lay her on Harold and Grace’s marriage bed.
“My king,” she giggles in love and spreads her tender legs for you. “Fuck your queen, my lord and master. Take me my king.”
“This is it,” Grace whispers to her husband, who is put against the wall like a naughty schoolboy. “Don’t they look wonderful together? Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Grace… please…” But Harold is no longer in a state to ask Grace to come back into his life. She doesn’t hate her husband, her priorities have just shifted. But Master Winters was kind enough to bring the former couple together one last time. While Master Winters pulls his daughter’s slender abdomen over the edge of the bed, lifts it up and fucks into her while Amy runs her tongue over her stiff nipples, Grace jerks off her husband for the last time in her life.
She doesn’t know what the future holds for her but she doesn’t care. Master James decides what happens to her in the next minute, hour, month or year and Grace feels freer and safer than ever. So she doesn’t mind being the only woman in the room serving a man other than James Winters. As she feels the wild twitch of Harold’s little cock in her hand, Grace feels as happy as Amy as James strokes her head, as satisfied as Alice with his monster cock deep in her insides, and as superior as James living his best life. At least almost as superior as James. No one is as strong, powerful and determined as her master.
“Grace…please…” Harold wants to come, Grace can feel it, and it’s a good thing that James has trained her well enough not to let Harold come right away. As ordered, Harold stares at the fucking trio of bodies, twitching in Grace’s hand and fighting the urge to be weak. Even here, James makes this man better and Grace is so grateful to him. Maybe one day he’ll get a girl, maybe James will give him one if he’s good. The fact that he could pose a threat doesn’t get in Grace’s way. A mole is also not a danger to a wolf.
“No, Harold. Control yourself,” she hisses but jerks her husband faster. The power she has over him doesn’t go unnoticed by Grace either. Submitting to a man who is stronger than her is just as natural as torturing a man who is weaker. “Tiny Tits. Come here and help me.” It goes against everything she has learned in her life. Be nice to your husband. Support your daughter. Be loyal. But Valerie also has a mischievous smile on her face as her hand closes around her mother’s and she and Grace jerk off her father.
“Sorry Harold,” she murmurs absently and looks at her master.
“Please…let me come…”
“You’re so weak Dad.” So Valerie also understood the lesson that Master James gave them. “Look at the master. He fucks and fucks and the girls come and come. He’s so controlled.” Her grip tightens on Grace’s hand, Valerie wants him.
But the two still have to wait. On the bed, Alice wraps her slim legs around her father, who drills himself deep, hard and fast into her. The girl screams and clings to Amy, who does her duty and doesn’t stop licking the girl’s nipples.
Eventually, James withdraws from his daughter. With heavy breath, he looks at Harold and gives him an evil smile, then grabs Amy. The young woman has earned a reward and screams out her contact orgasm around his cock as she cleans it with her mouth.
“That’s why we live, Harold,” Valerie says in a gentle voice. “Be happy for us. It’s such a beautiful life.”
“The most beautiful life,” Grace hums dreamily while Amy happily licks Master’s cock like a well-behaved kitten.
“Oh Mom… Mom I can’t take it anymore…” Valerie also hears her father jerking off, leans over him and kisses her mother on the mouth. “Please kiss me mom… please… I want to be good, I obey. The master, the mistress, you. Just please…”
“Tiny Tits!” Valerie immediately snaps around to her master. He’s standing in front of the bed on which Alice is lounging as if it belonged to her. His hand is entangled in Amy’s hair and he holds her on a leash like a puppy.
“Master?”
“Come here. Little Amy wants to share her gift.” Without saying another word, Valerie leaves her parents behind and kneels before her master. She’s seen this woman maybe three times, now she’s kissing her like she’s her long-lost lesbian mate. It’s so surreal for Valerie but she does it to obey. And then the taste of cum hits her like a wrecking ball and everything in her head goes soft and fluffy. Moaning, she kisses Amy, lets the mixture of sperm and spit roll on her tongue, closes her eyes and hopes to give her Master and Mistress a good show. Then they are good to her and then she has a good life.
She is weak, Valerie knows that, she fell so quickly. So deep. But down here in the dirt, under her mother and the feet of every other woman in her life, this is where she feels comfortable. It’s warm and comfortable and the orgasms that Master James allows her make her forget her old life that she doesn’t miss.
It’s right here.
Writing Shark 