Chapter 11

Detective Annette Carson

Master grinned back at me as he advanced.

My pussy was so wet. I turned around and gripped the wedding table. I thrust my rump out at him, my short skirt riding up my dress. My veil rustled. It wasn’t draped over my face, but it could be at any moment. I was so happy to have him here.

“From behind?” asked Master. “Shouldn’t I look into the bride’s eyes? It’s your special day.”

My pussy clenched as I spun around. “Master!” I whimpered. “Yes, yes, my special day.”

I turned around and sat on the makeup table. His cock was already out. He looked so handsome in his suit. One of his genie’s creations. I was privy to all his activities. I had to help coordinate his security with Mistress Sable’s.

He walked up to me, his cock bobbing before him. I wanted to just have him in me. I spread my legs wide, my skirt riding up to expose my pussy. I was so glad that he had outsmarted me that day in his school when I had been mind-controlled to kill.

I failed and yet was rewarded.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me. “Bless my pussy, Master!”

“Gladly,” he said as he nuzzled his cock into my pussy folds. “That was such a wild day.” “So wild,” I moaned as he slid up and down me. I slid my arms around his neck. “I am yours, Master! I’ll be the best wife to Alyta for you.”

“I know you will,” he said. “You’re faithful.”

“To death,” I moaned. “I am your woman. I vow it before the universe. Yours until death.”

“Even in death, you might serve,” he said. “Your friend does.”

Agent Donna Preston. She had died in the explosion with so many others. All their souls were trapped in Master. Donna was currently attached to Mrs. Augustine, her guard while in the prison. She resided in the slut-wife’s soul until she was needed.

“In death, too,” I moaned.

He grinned and thrust his cock into my pussy.

I gasped as he filled me up.

So big and thick.

My eyes rolled back into my head at the girth of him. It was an incredible moment to have so much of his dick in me. My pussy clamped down on him. I groaned in delight at the girth of him in me. He drew back his cock, making me shudder in delight.

It was so magical to have him in me. He thrust back into my stanch. He buried into my cunt with so much passion. It was an incredible rush to have him fucking me like that. I groaned as he buried into me with passion. With force.

He rammed into me with hard thrusts. He fucked me with such passion. I moaned, my dress rustling as he churned up my pussy with his amazing cock. He was so good at this. He was so amazing as he fucked me.

He pounded me with all that he had.

“Master!” I moaned.

“Mmm,” he grunted, slamming into me. His dark eyes peered into mine.

He owned me. Through magic. Through the force of his personality. I was his slave.

His willing bitch. I would do anything for him. Any deed with a joyful heart.

“Master! Master!” I gasped, my pussy gripping his cock as he fucked me so hard.

He buried into me with force. He plowed deep and hard into my snatch. It was so good to have him doing that to me. He pounded me with all that he had. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. I squeezed my cunt down on him.

It was glorious to have him fucking me like that. He churned me up. My pussy melted around his mighty cock. I moaned, my dress rustling as he fucked me with such force. He buried into me with all that he had.

“Master!” I moaned, so happy on my wedding day.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, plowing into me. “You’re mine, Detective Carson!”

“Yours!” I gasped. “Your cop! Your slut! Your slave! Anything you want me to be!”

“My dyke!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy gripping him. “I’ll eat Alyta’s pussy in front of the fucking world to prove I’m not faking being a dyke!”

“But you are!” he groaned, slamming into.

“I love cocks!” I squealed, my pussy clamping down on him. “Your cock! Your big, thick dick! Fuck me so hard, Master! I want to cum on your rod!”

“Cum!” he growled.

I shuddered as he slammed into me with such force. It was incredible. My eyes rolled back in my head. I hurtled toward my orgasm as he buried into me again and again. He filled me up with all his dick. It was so glorious.

Just a few more strokes. My pussy drank in the friction. The wonderful bliss swelled in me as he churned me up. I held him tight, my wedding dress rustling. My head tossed, my veil whispering against my brown tresses.

“Master!” I howled as he plowed to the hilt in my cunt, his dick kissing my cervix. “I’m yours!”

I came.

My pussy writhed around his cock. I suckled at him, so greedy for his seed. I wished I could be bred by him. I couldn’t get pregnant when I was protecting him, but I craved it as my cunt spasmed around him. Ecstasy swept through my body.

I drowned in bliss.

“Fuck!” he growled. He buried into me. “My detective!”

He erupted.

His cum spurted into my snatch.

I gasped in delight at the warmth of his hot seed pumping into my flesh. He filled me up with his jizz. He spurted into me over and over again. It was so good to have him doing that. I loved it. My eyes rolled back in my head as he flooded me with his spunk.

He filled me up with so much jizz. It was incredible. I groaned at the rapture that surged through me. It was an awesome moment. My pussy rippled around his dick. It was so delicious to have all that ecstasy sweeping through me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, my twat spasming around him. “Fill me up with your spunk. Just dump your load into me!”

“Fuck!” he groaned, spurting more jizz into me.

I clung to him, my wedding dress rustling as he dumped the last of his cum into my pussy. I trembled, brimming with all that jizz. It was an amazing moment to have him erupting one last time into me. I shivered in delight.

“Mmm,” he said, “let’s get you married.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy blessed.

He pulled out of me. I shuddered at that. His cock left me feeling so empty. I slipped off the chair, my skirt falling around me. His cum ran down my thighs. I loved that feeling. I trembled as I took his arm.

We walked out of the room. We were in Mrs. Fillmore’s church. This place was warded with magic. A place that belonged to Master. His cult filled this place with passion so often. I could feel how safe we were here.

We stepped into the worship hall. The members of the harem were here. The maids, the cops, and Master’s special women: his sister-wife, his mother, his twin sister, his dominatrix, and his MILF and her cuck. The Mayor of Tacoma, the Chief Executive and his mistress, the Sheriff and his daughter-lovers, and the DA with his busty wife were also here. My bride waited at the altar. Judge Alyta Bittal wore a wedding dress of an identical style with pearls on the bodice. She stood there, her blonde hair spilling down her back.

She didn’t wear a veil, though.

She was going to be the “man,” I guessed, in the relationship.

Mrs. Fillmore, the High Priestess, stood naked with a golden stole over her shoulders that draped over her breasts. She looked so eager as she was the only one naked. Though I knew an orgy would be starting soon.

I walked down the aisle, so eager for it. His cum dripped out of my pussy. That felt so good. I was so happy to have that sensation. I shuddered as everyone was watching me with smiles on their lips. My fellow officers all grinned at me in their slutty cop uniforms.

They looked like porn stars.

Just how Mistress Sable liked to dress us.

Then I reached my bride, trembling. I would marry her and love her on Master’s orders. My heart would be Alyta’s but my soul would always be Master’s. Just like her heart would be mine but her soul was forever in his grasp.

“Kneel,” said Master to the judge, “and devour the blessing I left in your bride’s pussy, Judge.”

Judge Alyta Bittal

“Yes, Master!” I moaned and dropped to my knees.

My bride lifted her skirt to reveal the wonderful sight of a sloppy pussy. Master’s pearly cum ran down her thigh. I leaned in, eager to lick up that rivulet of salty delight to Annette’s shaved pussy. I ducked my head in and cleaned her up.

The salty cum, favored by her tangy pussy, melted on my tongue. I groaned as I climbed up to her. Master moved behind me and lifted the back of my skirt. All our guests were watching this beautiful moment. I kissed at my bride’s snatch. I licked up the cum from her as Master pressed his amazing cock into my butt-crack.

Right against my asshole.

I trembled in delight as he thrust against my asshole.

“Yes,” I moaned into Annette’s pussy.

“Ooh,” she moaned, her titties quivering over me. “That’s it. Lick at me!”

I did.

I lapped at her. I tongued her pussy with hunger. I gathered up the cum as my asshole surrendered to our Master’s cock. He groaned as he sank into my velvety asshole. He was enjoying the wonderful delight of my bowels.

He was such a lucky man.

“Yes!” he groaned as he penetrated into my depths. It was an incredible rush to have him buggering me as I feasted on Annette’s sloppy cunt. “That’s it!”

“That’s my big brother!” Moira squealed from the crowd.

“Yes, yes, he has such a big dick,” his mother groaned.

Mrs. Black was such a supportive woman and so lucky to be carrying her son’s child.

I stroked my tongue through my bride’s folds. She tasted so good with all that cum in her. It was a wonderful treat to devour her as Master drew back his cock. He pulled back and back. I moaned, my asshole gripping his rod.

He thrust back into me.

“Yes!” I squealed.

“Oh, fuck her hard, Master!” Annette gasped out in delight.

She gripped the back of my head, holding me to her pussy. I tongued her cunt, licking at her twat. I stroked my tongue through her folds. It was so good to feast on her. I savored every second of tonguing her as Master buggered me.

He ass-fucked me hard. He buried into me with such force. I groaned in delight as he buried into my bowels over and over again. He fucked me so hard. He plowed to the hilt in me. It was a beautiful thing to have him doing that to me.