1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 3: Felicity, Horny, Little Scholgirl


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Mind Control, School, Spanking, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    drop of his wonderful spunk deep inside my pussy. I writhed my tits against his desk, nipples scraping across the scuffed veneer. My hands squeezed the desk's edges as such spectacular passion burst through me. We breathed heavily, his cock softening inside me. “That was wonderful, Felicity,” he panted. “Thank you for that.” “You're welcome, sir,” I smiled. He cupped my face with his hands, brought my lips around, and kissed me over my shoulder. Joy bubbled inside me as his whiskers scratched wonderful at my cheeks. I mashed my lips against his, and let my tongue bury into his mouth. “You're my horny, little schoolgirl, aren’t you?” “Always,” I breathed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday, April 4th, 2014 – Felicity Rye – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA My broken promise haunted me after Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan freed me almost a year ago. It had been right after the Miracle had changed the world. “We want you to stay only if you want to,” Mrs. Sullivan had said. She looked barely older than me, nineteen and gorgeous, with beautiful, blonde hair and deep, blue eyes. Looking back, I could tell how happy they were to finally be reunited. At the time, however, my anger burned fiercely within me. For a week-and-a-half I had played the naughty schoolgirl for Mr. Sullivan, and he had done every shameful, degrading thing to me I could imagine. I sucked his cum out of his cock, dug it out of my own pussy, and ate it out of his daughter's cunt. I let him stick his cock up my butt, I drank ...
    his piss, and even tongued his ass. “I want to go home to my parents,” I icily said. “I understand,” Mrs. Sullivan whispered. “I was made to be a sex slave once.” She hugged me. “I know nothing I can say can wash away the harm that's been done to you, but...” “Let me go home!” I had snarled and shoved her away. I tried to return to my normal life, but my promise haunted me. When I said I would be his horny, little schoolgirl forever, I had meant it with every fiber of my being. Only every fiber of my being had been controlled by Mary Glassner's commands. And yet I couldn't shake a feeling of guilt at breaking my word, even though I knew it was a lie brought on by Her divine powers. As the year dragged on and on, and I witnessed the Living Gods' increasing power, I began to regret my decision. My family had survived the Wormwood plague relatively intact. My father had sickened, but he had managed to pull through, and my younger brother, who fell ill just two weeks ago, when everyone had thought the disease had run its course, had been saved by Mary. It had been pure luck, or maybe the Living Gods' providence, that she had been visiting the Good Sam Hospital the day Jeff had been admitted. While Mary healed him, she had been attended by April, my former friend from High School. It had been startling to see her. She had remained a slave to Mary while I had sought freedom. And she looked happy, glowing with her pregnancy, and attending to the equally pregnant Goddess like a happy ...
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