Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 183

"Fine," Alice said, frowning as she drove me down the street to our house at the end of the cul-de-sac.

"I'll call you and let you know what happens, okay, I promised Alice.

"Don't do this," Alice pleaded. "You are stronger than this. Don't go crawling back to a man that threw you out for another woman. Please, I can love you better than him."

I smiled at her. I needed Mark, not a woman, even if it was Alice. "Thank you for being such a great friend." And I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door.

"Mistress," Violet happily said when she saw me, throwing her arms around my neck.

Other sluts started appearing. Allison and Desiree, newly engaged, were holding hands and smiling. Lillian, our goth slut, and looking like a perverts wet dream in her sexy schoolgirl outfit, came up and kissed me on the lips. Korina, her arm in a sling, hugged me carefully. All of our sluts were here, save the three with jobs: Noel, our FBI informant, Jessica, our reporter, and Dr. Willow, our Gynecologist.

"What's going on, Mistress?" Thanina asked, timidly. "Master ignored us when he got home last night. He just took his sister upstairs. They've been in there all night fucking. And Master said Antsy is our Mistress, too."

I nodded. "Everyone stay down here, I'm going to have a word with Mark and Antsy."

The sluts waited nervously at the base of the stairs. Strawberry- blonde Fiona had her arm protectively around Korina. Violet clung to Lillian. Busty Xiu hugged herself while Karen paced back and forth. The sluts could sense something was wrong with Mark. It wasn't just my imagination or false hope. Something happened to him.

I could hear them fucking through the door. Mark's grunts and Antsy's moans. It was like yesterday all over again. But this time I was prepared. When I opened the door, they were fucking doggie style. Antsy had dried cum all over her body, more dripped out of her cunt every time Mark's cock fucked into her.

"Mary," Mark said in surprise. "I thought you dumped me."

Anger started to boil inside of me, I dumped him? But I swallowed Anger started to boil inside of me, I dumped him? But swallowed my anger. Something wasn't right here, and I needed to find out what. I could see the faint outline of their auras. Mark's was red and Antsy's was black. Nothing strange there. I concentrated, and their auras sprang into full view, pulsing about them. Antsy's wasn't completely black, there were fringes of silver on the edges,

From my talks with Karen, the former nun, how long a Thrall stays a Thrall depends on the command. The sluts had their entire personalities rewritten by Mark when he made them his sex slaves. But for people like Antsy, who have had just a few commands, like "Let me fuck you," Slowly, their auras would fade back to silver.

I walked to the bed and and stroked Antsy arm. "Would you like to lick my cunt?" I asked, as sultry as I could muster. "That would make me ever so happy."

Antsy snorted. "I'm not dyke," she said, pulling her arm away. My wish didn't work on her. According to Lilith, the only person a Warlock couldrit afflict was one of their parents. For a man, it was their mothers. For me, and other female Warlocks, it was our fathers. There was definitely something wrong.

So, I touched them both and observed the strings and chains that radiated out from their souls. Mark's red thread wound loosely about Antsy's black chain, connecting the pair of them. A thin, golden chain bound their threads together. I hadn't seen gold before, what did that represent? From Mark, leading to my chest, was our red threads. Before they had been entwined so tightly together that they were practically one thread. But now there were small, golden wedges that forced our threads apart. Our threads still touched, but less than half of Mark's thread still touched mine. And it seemed to me the wedges were slowly growing, spreading out threads wider and wider apart.

It was magic. I smiled as relief surged through me. Mark wasn't himself. Now, I just had to find out how to undo it. I was positvely skipping as I headed for the door. "Thank god she's leaving," Antsy panted, "Fucking dyke!"

"M-mary!" paused, looking back as Mark said my name. He looked up at me and there was a pained expression crossing his face. His lips struggled to say something. "I...I...Goddammit, I love..." he gave a strangled cry. "...you."

My heart soared, he was fighting it. "I love you to, Mark."

"I've never heard of anything like you described," Karen said after I explained it to her. We were all gathered around the dining room table. "Gold is the color of a nun's aura. But, we can't affect regular mortals. You said Antsy had a silver aura when you first saw her, Mistress?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't know, I'm so sorry I couldn't have been more help."

I kissed her on the lips. "It's okay, I know who need. Sluts, clear the room"

"Yes, Mistress," they all said, almost in unison, and filed out.

I took a deep breath, steeled myself against desire and said, firmly, "Lilith, appear before me."

Lilith stepped out of the shadows and her lust ran through my body. Being in her presences was electric, my nerves tingled with pleasure, I could feel my nipples hardened against the ugly, tie- dyed shirt and juices began to trickle out of my pussy, running down my thigh in trails of fiery passion. Lilith was lust given female form. Her breasts were perfect and large, far to perky for tits that size. Her hair was a curtain of silver that fell about her body and contrasted with the deep, red dress she wore. The dress clung to her like a second skin, molding about the curves of her body, and was sheer enough that her hard nipples and silvery patch of pubic hair were easily visible though the dress.

"What can I do for you, Mistress," she purred. There was an evil glint in her eyes.

I explained what I saw, the golden wedges forcing our threads apart, the golden chain that bound Mark and Antsy together. A wicked smile played on Lilith's lips. The bitch was enjoying this, delighting in my pain.

"I know what has happened," Lilith said. "All that we needs do is negotiate the price."

"Use my last boon," I begged.

Lilith sighed. "I cannot break the spell. It has...protections. But there is a way for you to break the spell."

"What?" I asked desperately. "I'll do anything. Use my boon to tell me."

Lilith put her finger to my lips. "You will need to use your boon, but on something more powerful than simple information."

"Well, it's a spell, we already made a deal for you to teach us magics, I told her.

"Ah, I said spells a Warlock could use," Lilith said with a smirk. "This is Angelic Magic. A nun performed this spell."

"Fine, what do you want?" asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously at Lilith.