1. Samantha finds Trouble


    Date: 8/8/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Gothic, Group Sex, Hardcore, Male Domination, Males / Female, Mind Control, Wife, Author: C.H. Davis, Rating: 77.3, Source: sexstories.com

    were the one pulling the strings...that was the final lesson I needed you to learn, my Whore Superior, that men's weakness is your strength, use it! I'm very proud of you, Bevy! You have blossomed from the naive girl you were into the Woman you were meant to be! Together, we shall rebuild the cult and change this world, one convert at a time!", proclaimed The Master. "Whore Superior? You mean? I passed the test? You're not angry with me, Master?", asked Bevy, the meekness replaced with a wary tone. "No, I'm not angry with you, However, Don't dis-obey me again, for while you may indulge in your new-found power, don't forget I am The Master! Come, my Whore Superior, you must be thirsty..", said The Master, exposing his penis only moments before Bevy devoured it, once again craving his addictive sperm. Epilogue 3 Months later... "Hello? One sec, I'll get her..SAM! It's for you!", her Husband, handing her the phone as she ran from downstairs. "Thanks..Hello?"said Samantha "Oh, hi! Yes, I did! You do? Yes, I can do that. 6 o'clock, I'll be there! Thanks again!" Samantha hung up the phone as her Husband asked, "Who was that, honey?" "That was the new parish over on 3rd and Elm! Remember? I volunteered to help organize their fund drive this year. Dr. Hibbered thought it would help with my therapy, you know, after..."Samantha trailed off, to keep from remembering her traumatizing experience. "Anyway, I'm going to meet with their deacon at Six." "Okay, Baby, if the doctor thinks it's ...
    a good idea, I'm all for it", said her Husband. "Right this way, Miss, the Deacon will be right with you." said the receptionist, a handsome young man. 'Hmm, must be a seminary student', though Samantha as she sat in the rich leather chair. The Deacon's office was lavishly decorated and Samantha began to wonder what kind of past fund raisers were put on, certainly not the 50/50 raffles and bake sales she had in mind to afford this kind of splendor! Samantha was too deep in her own thoughts to hear the soft "click" of the lock in the door she entered, nor did she notice the opposite door, behind the Deacon's desk open, as Samantha had turned her head to study an aerial photo of what looked like her own neighborhood, lying on the Deacon's desk. "Hello, Samantha," said a woman's voice, rich in self-assurance, seductive, yet somehow familiar. Samantha looked up and gasped, "Bevy? Is that you? What happened? The police said they couldn't find you!" "Yes, it's me. It's a long story, but as you can see, I'm doing fine. Oh, and it's 'Mistress', now..", said Bevy, moving to her desk and picking up a large golden chalice. "You see, after the police raid, there were a few changes made.." Bevy moved to a bookcase and pulled it open, revealing a figure, stooped and motionless. As the bookcase opened fully, Samantha stared, frozen in horror at the sight presenting itself. There, chained to throne-like chair, sat, naked a man with blonde hair, his breath in shallow gasps. The man looked up, ...
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