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Devil's Bargain
(Crimson Rose)

Stepping through the doorway I made it all of four steps before stopping dead in my tracks. "HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed. "W-What is all this? Oh god! What are you going to do to me mom?" I asked as I took in the hundreds of sex toys lining the walls and a dozen or so pieces of furniture and equipment strategically placed about the floor.

"This, sweetie, is my dungeon but don't worry, I'm not the one that will be dominating you today, but you will be dominated so wrap your head around that if you want to know the truth of your pregnancy."

"What do you mean by dominated, mom? If this is some sick joke I'm not laughing."

"No joke and the level of domination will depend on what your Master wishes to do to you. Now, I will ask one last time. Are you certain you want to know the truth?"

"Just tell me already dammit!"

Instead of telling me anything, she went to a cabinet, opened a drawer and withdrew a small piece of paper which she handed to me. "Read it aloud."

Looking at the piece of paper I saw four lines written in fancy, almost illegible script.

"Devil, Master, Lord below,

Thine unholy self, please do show.

Devil, Master, pleasure slaked,

A devil's bargain with me make."

No sooner was the last word out of my mouth then the lights dimmed, the room briefly doubled in temperature and then all of a sudden there was a third, incredibly beautiful woman in the room with us. Shocked at her arrival I stumbled back several feet. "W-What the fuck? MOM? What's going on? Who is this woman and where did she come from?"

Long black hair. Olive complexion. Big green eyes. Full lips. A body to die for and a dress that barely covered any of it. I'm not sure a word exists that adequately describes just how stunning our sudden guest was, but then my eyes were drawn to the small horns protruding from the front of her head and the long tail swaying side to side behind her as she stepped in my direction. "I am the devil. Satan. Beelzebub. The Angel of Darkness. Abaddon. Baphomet. The Morningstar. I go by a great many names, but you, sweet Marlee, may call me Mistress Lucy," she said as her right hand gently caressed my cheek.

I wanted to run away screaming, but my legs and vocal cords refused to obey as the warmth of her skin against mine gave me an all too familiar feeling. My knees unlocked and I found myself kneeling in front of her, my hands on her exposed hips. "M-Mom?"

"Hello again, Diane," Mistress Lucy said to my mother. "Has it been eighteen years already?"

"Yes Mistress," my mother replied "and she is definitely pregnant with your child."

"Then in accordance with our bargain I release you from my service and claim this one as my slave."

"Thank you Mistress." My mother then turned her attention to me. "I want you to know I love you more than life itself, but this is the price we must all pay. Do as your Mistress commands and you'll have everything you've ever dreamt of. Refuse and, well, trust me, there's a reason none have. Anyways, we'll talk more after you and Mistress Lucy get better acquainted." And with that she walked out of the dungeon leaving me at the mercy of someone claiming to be the devil.