The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 5: Via, Freedom - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 5: Via, Freedom

... slave against my will. She's falling for me or something. So she gave me the choice: freedom or slavery.” “That's kinda romantic,” Sarai sighed. “Really?” I asked. “I don't know. Making someone your slave doesn't feel that romantic to me.” “But she set you free,” Sarai pressed on excitedly. “She wants you to submit to her willingly.” “I think someone really wants to be dominated,” purred Diane. “I can tie you up, if you want?” Sarai flushed. “Well, Via, what do you want?” Diane asked me. “I don't know,” I muttered. “It's all mixed up inside me. She's beautiful, fun, out-going, everything I like in a girlfriend. Even knowing they forced me to be her slave, I had fun with her.” “Could you live without ever seeing Antsy again?” Diane asked me. Could I? A pang filled my heart just thinking about not seeing her again. I downed my wine in a single gulp. “Another?” Diane asked. “I think so,” I sighed. Diane grabbed the glass and disappeared into her kitchen for a moment; my eyes couldn't help but follow the sway of her curvy ass. When Diane came back she had a naughty smile painted on her porcelain face. I took the drink from her and then almost spilled it as Diane's hand lashed out and grabbed Sarai's black hair, yanking the girl violently off the couch and throwing her to the beige carpet. The Arab woman sputtered, staring up at Diane in surprise and something else. Was that lust I saw in Sarai's dark eyes? “What was that for, Diane?” Sarai gasped. Diane pushed her bare foot ...

... into Sarai's mouth, violently sticking her toes into the poor girls lips. “Suck them, slut!” Diane commanded. Kristina slid next to me; her perfume was light, flowery, intoxicating. I could feel her excited breath on my neck, the lust trembling through her body as she pressed against me. Her hand found my bare thigh beneath my skirt; passion ignited within me. Sarai sucked Diane's toes in her mouth, a loud noise filled the room, like a baby worrying a pacifier. “You like my dirty toes, slut?” Diane demanded. “I know your type. You just want some sexy, powerful woman to treat you like the horny slut you are!” Sarai didn't answer; she just sucked. “Just like that nun on the airplane! She dominated you and popped your cherry,” Diane moaned. “Just remember how Sister Louise dominated you and took your virginity. Embrace that feeling, because I'm going to do the same.” Sarai moaned, sucking harder “God, she's such a freak,” Kristina whispered in my ear; her lips so close I could almost feel her kiss upon my sensitive lobe. Which one was the freak? Sarai, who was getting off on being forced to suck Diane's dirty toes; or Diane, who was thoroughly enjoying degrading the dusky beauty? Maybe they both were. Drink my piss, slut! Antsy's words echoed in my head and the memory of her pussy lingered on my lips as she unleashed a flood of her dirty urine into my mouth. I licked my lips; suddenly thirsty for her bounty. Was I a freak too? Kristina's hand on my thigh slid higher and higher, ...