In chapter 1, Eric Wright, Renaissance scholar, found a spell the sixteenth-century heretic Giordano Bruno had created, allowing him to enslave the will of those he casts it on, though there are a number of conditions that have to be met. Since then he has used it on his wife Julie, a petite yet strong-willed lawyer, added a committed and somewhat masochistic lesbian named Shelly to his growing harem, enslaved his best friend Ray and Ray's stacked-blonde wife Stephanie, as well as on Julie's nineteen-year-old aerobics instructor, Tabby, finally rounding out his collection with his friend Elizabeth.
All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
It was Friday night, the end of a long week, and I was blowing off a bit of steam with an orgy I'd orchestrated. One of the women I'd taken into my harem thanks to the spell I found in a four-hundred-year-old manuscript was my wife's aerobics instructor, Tabby, and I found her endlessly fascinating. Scratch that--I actually found her as a person rather boring, but her tight nineteen-year-old body and the fact that she had maintained her virginity until she was in college made her a delight to fuck and defile. She's been raised a strict Christian, who'd been taught sex outside of marriage was almost as wrong as homosexuality. That's why it was such a turn on to have Tabby eat my friend Ray's cum out of my wife's pussy as I ass fucked Tabby from behind. Her ass was almost painfully tight around my cock in spite of the copious amounts of lube I'd used, even with the intensive rimming Ray's wife Steff had given Tabby.
I had Tabby in the sex swing the sexy pink-hair lesbian Shelly had mounted over my bed back when I was first learning about this love spell. The swing allowed me to move Tabby back and forth, essentially masturbating myself with her ass. Oh, and one reason her pussy was so tight was because Steff was underneath Tabby, wearing a strap-on dildo that Tabby was riding, so all three of Tabby's holes here in use at the same time. Steff had a hell of a body, and it was a turn on to look past Tabby's thin and muscular frame down at Steff's big tits, as they bounced from the force of Tabby riding her.
Since I was rocking Tabby back and forth in the swing, that helped Shelly keep her tongue in my ass as she rimmed me while I fucked the hot little aerobics instructor. The scene was rounded out by Elizabeth kneeling to the side of my wife, mauling Julie's tits as her own DDs hung down. I'd always found pierced nipples to be sexy, and though Julie would have spat in my eye if I'd even suggested she get her nipples pierced before I discovered Giordano Bruno's spell, she now sported two sexy barbells that Elizabeth was pulling and twisting as she nipped at Julie's tits with her teeth. It had been a few weeks, but they were still a little sore from the piercing, but this slowed Elizabeth's assault on Julie's tits down not one bit.
I'd also had Tabby get the pink little nipples capping her own D-cups pierced, and Steff was adding to Tabby's torment by pulling on the barbells in her nipples with her teeth, while Tabby rode Steff. It was sexy scene that Ray was currently missing, as he'd gone downstairs to get everyone cold bottles of water. I'd had him shoot his load into Julie's pussy earlier than he'd have liked so I could then order Tabby to tongue his cum out of my wife. I had every intention of getting one or more of the girls to get him hard again when he got back, though, as he is after all my best friend.
Unfortunately, plans don't always work out as well as we'd like. There was a sudden pounding on the door downstairs. When I say pounding, I mean just that--not the gentle knocking of someone who wants to get your attention, but the sort of pounding that cannot be ignored. I didn't know it at the time, as I'd never had any run ins with the cops, but it was exactly the sort of pounding cops use when they make a visit to a home.
I paused, my dick halfway out of Tabby's ass, as I heard Ray answer the door, and suddenly yell out. I heard another voice boom out, "WHERE IS SHE!"
Tabby raised her mouth from Julie's cunt and looked back over her shoulder in surprise, her face glistening with Julie and Ray's mixed juices on her face. She asked, "What's my dad doing here?"
I could hear more commotion downstairs as I said, my voice going up in pitch, "Is your dad a COP?"
The commotion had caused Shelly to stop tongue fucking Julie's mouth, who said, "No, but he used to be an FBI agent."
The word fuck rolled through my head. Pulling my cock out of Tabby's ass, I quickly said, "Okay everyone, help Tabby get out of the harness and into the closet. Tabby--hide and don't make a sound. I'll go see what's going on."
I jumped up, grabbed a robe, and headed into the hallway where I found a burly man in his 50s halfway up the stairs. He had a bit of a paunch but was also muscular and a touch over six feet tall. Behind him Ray was starting to get up off the floor in the entryway and he had a bit of a dazed expression as he nursed his right hand. Ray was a big muscular guy, but really knew nothing about fighting, and he told me later he'd reached out his right hand to push the irate father out of the door, only to suddenly find himself on his back on the floor, his hand aching but luckily not broken.
I felt a little ridiculous wearing just a robe, standing here in a house that reeked of sex, but I put up both my hands and said, "Whoa, whoa, who are you and what's going on?"
This was when I noticed that the big older man in front of me had on a shoulder holster under his light jacket, holding a pistol of some sort. I didn't know much about guns, but I did know I wanted him to keep that pistol in its holster.
The intruder glared at me and growled out, "Where's Tabitha?"
I responded with a question of my own: "Who?"
The big man bounded up the stairs faster than I would have thought he'd be able to move and chest bumped me back a few steps. "Don't play dumb with me, DOCTOR Wright. I know my daughter, Tabitha Grant, is here. I'm her father, Clark Grant, and in case you didn't know it, I'm with the FBI. I don't know what kind of sick, ungodly, sex games you've gotten my little girls into, but I'm here to tell you that it ends NOW. Don't make me ask again, WHERE IS SHE?"
This situation was clearly getting further and further out of hand. I didn't know what I was going to tell this angry, armed, man, but I knew it wasn't going to be the truth. Stalling for time, I said, "Hold on, let's go make some tea and sit down and talk about this..."
