Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

I promised Brandon to save his wife and he lent me his car. He would have done anything to help me. He didn't like it, but got him to agree to stay until the Warlock was exorcised.

Sarai and I made love one last time in the shower, Saral even washed the spunk out of my pussy. Then I got dressed, packed my bags and got Brandon's car keys. Sarai and I kissed one last time, long and passionate. When we broke, tears ran down both our faces. We had a fun two days and I would always remember her, always love her. But she had her job to get back to and I had mine. Lucky for me, Brandon had a GPS in his car and I programed it with his address and an hour later I found myself outside his house and started to watch.

And watch. Nothing really happened. Neighbors came and went and once a pink-haired girl who must be Allison, took out the garbage dressed as some cheap, french maid. I was pretty sure Mark wasn't there, but I needed to be sure so I called the house and Desiree answered the phone.

"Hi, I'm Valerie," I said in my best valley girl accent. "Is Mark there, I tots need to talk to him."

"No, Master's not here," Desiree said in a sexy Latina.

"Oh," I said, trying to sound disappointed and hung up. I smiled, I could handle two Thralls and got out of the car. Today I was dressed in a flowery, pink dress with a low cut bodice and pleated, short skirt, and no panties, as usual. I wore my favorite pairs of boots, white, knee-high and heeled. They were my favorite because I loved how the boots made my ass full and curvy when I walked.

I rang the doorbell and tensed my body. I would need to move quick when the door opened. After a few heartbeats a beautiful, very busty Latina woman opened the door who I guessed must be Desiree. She was wearing a matching french maid's outfit, a slutty version with a transparent bodice a short, frilly skirt that would slid up to reveal her ass if she ever bent over

"¿Hola?" Desiree asked, a friendly, questioning smile on her face. A blue-black aura glistened sickly about her, stronger than the one afflicting her husband.

I moved quickly, shoving one hand into her crouch, finding nо panties to impede me. Her pussy was shaved bare and quickly got wet as I found her clit and rubbed it hard. Desiree opened her mouth to protest and I shoved my body up against her, pinning her to the door. My other hand pulled her bodice down and started to gently pinch her nipple.

I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly before Allison could interfere. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, which was wet and hungry for penetration, and ground the heel of my palm into her clit. I ducked my head and sucked a dark pink nipple into my mouth. Desiree was moaning in pleasure, no longer resisting. She had been condition to let her Warlock take advantage of her body and that left her unable to fight off my molestation.

"Oh fuck!" Desiree moaned, "¡Me mete el dedol ¡Estoy correrse!"

Her cunt tighten about my fingers as she started to cum. I quickly slid my free hand down, coated them with my juices and prayed, "Zanah!" as I drew the Mark of Qayin on her forehead. With the Prayer of "Zanah!", the Thrall was primed for me to take control of her at any time, turning the Warlock's slave against him when the time was right.

"What's going on?" a bubbly voice asked. Pink-haired Allison had a naughty smile. "Who's your friend, Desiree. She's.." Allison licked her lips, ".. stunning!"

Allison was young, a teenager, her tits were a lot smaller than Desiree and she was slim and lithe. I could clearly see that her nipples were pierced by silver barbels through her transparent blouse. "You want me to finger you too, slut?" I asked.

She grinned, and lifted her skit. Tattooed above her cunt was the phrase, "Cum on in!" and an arrow pointing to her clit. That was all the invitation I needed, shoving the teenage slut down onto the couch and sat down next to her. Allison's thighs parted and I slid my hand into her crotch. Her pussy was tight with youth and she moaned like a bitch in heat as I started fingering her. She kissed me, her wiggling tongue pierced with a stud that was hard and metallic in my mouth.

I felt hands at my thighs and looked down to see Desiree kneeling before me, spreading my legs. Allison was panting in pleasure as I fingered her tight cunt and started moaning at the silky feel of Desiree's tongue lapping at my pussy.

"Desiree has an amazing tongue, doesn't she?" Allison whispered huskily into my ear. Her hand reached out and slipped into my bodice and started playing with my nipple, "She's an amazing slut! Is that why you're here? Do you want to be a slut. I can train you. Make you wet and willing to do any nasty, depraved act."

Fuck, this whore was turning me on with her words. I was going to cum before Allison at this rate. "Ohh, make me a slut," I moaned. Shit, why did I say that. It dredged up painful memories of being made Susanne's Thrall so many years ago.

I had been seventeen, a senior in high school. It was homecoming and I had just been crowned Homecoming Queen. My boyfriend, Kurt, had been crowned Homecoming King and we were dancing while everyone watched when Susanne cut in. She was mousy brunette, with thick glasses and braces. She had always been so shy and reserved until that night. With a brusque command, Kurt just walked away and I was being whirled about by her. I was so confused about what was happening and I tried to pull out of her embrace.

"Shh," Susanne whispered. "You love me and would do anything for me, right?"

And I realized I did. That I loved her. I was puzzled. I wasn't a lesbian, and just a minute ago loved Kurt. But her smile was so beautiful and I. I just kissed her. The entire school gasped in disgust. A teacher tried to pulls us apart, but Susanne brushed her aside with a word, and then she pulled me into the girls restroom and I learned all the joys of being with a woman.

I came hard on Desiree's mouth, remembering how Susanne had ate my pussy while I sat on a toilet seat, my homecoming dress bunched about my waist. I had planned on giving Kurt my virginity that night, but Susanne had stolen that from me. Just like she stole three years of my life. Anger surged through me, and I shoved Desiree away and started to focus on getting Allison off. 1 would save these women. I had to. These women wouldn't lose years of their lives to the lusts of a Warlock!

Allison came on my fingers.

To be continued