Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 72

"What?" I asked, confused. I looked around the room and realized something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger one what, until | noticed the sluts faces. Their faces were all blank, like all their thoughts and feelings had been removed, leaving unblinking robots. My stomach sank, I should get out of here, get outside. Mark would be here any minute. An evil smile crossed the strange girls lips, sending a chill spilling across my skin.

Run, a voice shouted in my head. Get moving! Get your ass moving, girl!

I turned to flee as the strange girl shouted something. My heart pounded loudly, drowning out everything save its loud beats. Allison grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled me back. For a moment the blouse was strangling me, cutting into my throat, before Allison overcame my momentum. I fell back into the room, stumbling and tripping over the ottoman, and falling onto my side.

"What the fuck, Allison!" shouted, anger replacing fear. How dare the slut lay fingers on her Mistress. "Desiree, Xiu, punish the bitch!" I ordered, struggling to get up.

Fiona leaped on top of me, grabbing my arms. I struggled in her grasp. Her grip was tight on my wrists, her fingernails biting into my flesh. I managed to get my foot up and into her stomach and I extended my leg, pushing Fiona off of me. Fiona stumbled back and fell back over the coffee table and tripped up Desiree as she rushed across the room. Adrenaline surging, I pushed myself up to my feet as Allison tackled me.

We fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and loose hair. I landed hard on my back, Allison on top of me. The breath was knocked out of my body and I laid, stunned, struggling to breath as Allison grabbed my arms. Someone was grabbing my legs, pinning them to the ground and Korina was grappling with my other arm.

"Let go!" I coughed, but the sluts ignored me. Panic was gripping my heart, constricting it with painful, cold fingers. What the fuck was going on?

"Drag her over to the couch, the strange girl ordered and my sluts obeyed her.

The carpet rasped on my back as Allison and Korina dragged me across the living room. I struggled, wriggling my body and kicking my legs, trying to get the sluts to release me. My foot slipped out of Xiu's grasp and caught her in the face as she tried to hold onto

my feet. Her head snapped back and she stumbled backwards,

falling on her ass. I felt a momentarily surge of satisfaction, something primal and ancient, at seeing crimson blood stream from her nose. The satisfaction faded quickly as Fiona grabbed my feet. I renewed my struggle, by Fiona had my legs pinned together. They stopped dragging me and then I felt cold metal snap on my left wrist, ratcheting tight.

Shit, the stranger had snapped the handcuffs on me. They pulled my arms, stretching them over my head. I screaming loudly, fighting desperately to stay free. The stranger straddled my chest and slapped my face, hard. "Stop struggling you filthy whore!" she shouted.

Allison and Korina were struggling to handcuff my other wrist through the frame of the heavy sofa. I struggled vainly, the handcuff biting painfully into my left wrist. "Stop!" I pleased, "Please, please stop!" Tears ran hotly down my cheeks. Why was this happening. "Oh God, save me, please!"

The stranger slapped me a second time. "God's not going to save a nasty whore who sold her soul to satisfy her dirty, filthy lusts!"

I realized she was talking about my Pact. How did she know? Just who the fuck was this person. And it hit me. The Pact, I sold my soul for three wishes and one of them was for no woman to be able to resist my sexual advanced. Every woman had to submit to my sexual desires, no matter how perverse, no matter how much they didn't want to. That was the key. This woman would be begging for me to tie her up, positively dripping. I relaxed, putting a sultry smile on my face. With a ratcheting snap, my right wrist was handcuffed. This had to work, or was screwed. I breathed once, deeply, to calm my fear. This would work.

"Hey, cutey," I said huskily, licking my lips. "You like bondage, huh, babe. Why don't you free me and I'll tie you up and make you cum so hard, you'll think you've died and gone to heaven! You're so hot, I can't wait to play with your slutty little pussy and then I'll sit on your face and you can eat my tasty pussy until cum all over your mouth." I arched my eyebrows, suggestively.

The stranger just laughed, a deep, humillating laugh. This should have worked. Why didn't this work? Maybe she somehow took control of the sluts, but my power should have worked on her. Panic was growing like a worm in my breast, gnawing at my heart. "Why aren't you brimming with lust for me? Eager to do whatever sexual thing I want?"

"God has granted me immunity from the Devil's power," the stranger said. "I am Sister Louise Afra, of the Order of Mary Magdalena, charged to rid the world of Warlocks!"

"W-warlock?" stammered, confused. My throat was thick with phlegm and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. What was she talking about. "1-I'm not a..."

"I can see the blood-red aura about you," Sister Louis said. "You sold your soul to the Devil for powers and I'm here to take them from you!"

"Please don't hurt mel" Was that timid voice actually me. So much for Mark saying we were better than the ants. "Help! Someone help!"

"No one's going to help you," Sister Louise whispered. Her face filled my vision, eyes filled with an intense hatred. "Warlocks always think they can just do whatever they want, turn whoever they want into their slaves. You never care about the lives you destroy, the people you hurt." She gripped my face, forcing me to stare into her gray eyes. "I'm going to finger your pussy until you orgasm, whore. When you cum, I'll exorcise your powers from you." She licked my cheek, savoring my salty tears. "And once I'm finished with you, I'll fuck Mark and steel his powers, too."

Oh fuck! I started to struggle against the handcuffs. The couch creaked and pain flared on my wrists. Oh, God, Mark, where are you? Sister Louise hand slid up my thigh and started to gently caress my vulva. It felt good, and desire began to kindle in my loins. I was helpless and my body was betraying me, craving pleasure against all reason. The guilt I had been burying, the guilt of getting wet at humiliating the sluts, and forcing them to beg for my affections, rose up from my soul, poisoning my thoughts. I was such a weak, vile person. To weak to control my lusts, to weak to stop Mark, stop myself, from degrading other woman, from using them as nothing more than sex toys. And now I was too weak to fight desire when a strange woman was raping me. Fuck, I am a dirty whore.

Maybe I should give up, let her take away my powers, my guilt whispered. Just close your eyes, whore, and let her take your problems away. I closed my eyes and Mark's face floated up in my mind, his boyish smile painted across his face. No! I won't give Mark up! I won't give this up! won't give up what we're trying to build, together! I shoved that guilt back down, forced it back into the recess of my soul. I could never give up the amazing thrill at forcing another to crawl before me. To hear a person beg just to

pleasure me. Mark would be here soon and then this bitch will be crawling to me, begging to lick my pussy. I bit my lip, tying to fighting my bodies reactions to those delicious fingers tracing my delicate folds.

She thinks she can rape me! I'll fucking show the bitch what rape is!

I pulled over onto a side street, the Puyallup Police cruiser following my Mustang. It was one of those new cruisers, shorter and sleeker than the old Crown Vics that cops have driving for the last twenty years. The cop was going delay me, but it was all for the best in the long run. The more Puyallup cops I dealt with, the more I could give my special commands to. There were two commands I had come up with. They were simple, "I am Mark Glassner and whatever I am doing is perfectly legal, and anyone who approaches you and says 'I serve Mark Glassner or 1 am Mary Sullivan, do what they say without question."

In my review mirror I saw the officer step out, blonde hair tied up in a bun. I smiled, she looked attractive, but I couldn't be sure. Between her utility belt and bulletproof vest it was hard to tell if she had any curves at all. Her face, well the part of her face not obscured by mirrored sunglasses, seemed young and fresh. Mary would understand why I was late. Plus, we needed some security and a bevy of hot cops for bodyguards was making my dick hard.

The officer wrapped on the window. "Roll the window down, sir," she ordered, brusquely.

I rolled the window down. "Hello, Officer Vinter," I greeted, reading her nametag and then I gave her the two orders.

"Well, Mr. Glassner, then I'm sorry to detain you," she said, obeying my commands. "You are free to go, sir."

"Not quite yet," I said, getting out of the car. Normally, cops hate when you get out of the car at a traffic stop, but since I told her everything I do is legal so she didn't object. "Officer Vinter, what's your first name."

"Chasity," she answered, and blushed. "But everyone calls me by my middle name, Sarah."

"Why don't you like Chasity?" asked, curious.

"It's a stripper name. I've never quite forgiven my parents for that."