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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Mark Glassner – The Abyss

“Chasity, organize the guard and scout the plain,” I commanded to the head of my Bodyguard. She’d only served that post for a short time before her death in the nuns’ attack all those years ago, but she’d never lost the position.

Besides, she’d commanded the spirits of my defenders whenever I had to summon the dead to fight for us as ghosts.

“Yes, Master,” she said. It was wonderful to hear her voice.

As she organized the women, I stared out at the distant city of brass across the rocky, blasted lands of Hell. I’d always known this day would come. Even with making ourselves immortal, I had a feeling in the back of my mind we’d never escape ending up here.

Chase had been the key to our salvation and damnation.

How to save my daughter’s soul had to wait. I had to focus on protecting my wife, our family, and our sluts and servants here in Hell. They chained themselves to us, condemned to suffer the same fate. We had to conquer it. Starting with that city. It looked important.

I studied the city as the hot wind continued to blow, searing across my skin. I frowned at it, finding it not painful but annoying. The wind stopped as power leaked out of me. I blinked.

Did you just control the wind? Mary whispered in my mind. My wife and I were connected telepathically.

I think I did.

“Sam, Karen, did I just stop the wind with my imagination?”

Karen, our former nun, smiled. “Welcome to Hell, Master.” She laughed. She was used by Lilith and died because I didn’t consider the deal I made with that bitch. Thanks to that, Karen had a long time to study the afterlife. “This place is shaped by powerful personalities. The fallen angels, the ones who became demons, were bitter and twisted. They hated the Creator for imprisoning them and were jealous of humans, so they shaped Hell into a nightmare. It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“But it’s a prison,” I said. “A place to punish those for being sinful. Shouldn’t it be a nightmare?”

“It’s a place for those who rejected the Creator,” Karen countered. “It’s only a place of torture and suffering and misery because the denizens made it that way.”

“Interesting,” Mary said, her green eyes considering.

My wife stretched, her lovely, perky breasts, dusted with freckles, jiggled. Her face concentrated, and then she stamped her foot down. The ground changed at her feet as our shared power trickled out into the fabric of Hell. Grass sprang up, thick and green in a ripple of change. It flowed across the landscape like a wave of verdant life, swallowing the blasted, red Hellscape.

“That’s better,” Mary said. Smiling, she took Karen’s hand.

“Mistress.” Karen blushed. The former nun’s cheeks were lovely, her light-brown hair falling about her neck in waves of curls.

“We haven’t touched in so long,” Mary whispered. “Lilith stole you from us after barely a week.”

“She tricked you.”

“She’ll pay,” Mary vowed. “When we find wherever she’s hiding down here, she’ll pay for stealing you from us and for letting you die so her vessel could be birthed.”

A tear trickled down Karen’s cheek. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“That was beautiful,” Tiffany said, wiping at her own tear. Mary’s mother stepped forward, a blonde who looked as young as her daughter. “It’s so good to see you again, Louise.”

“Karen,” the slut corrected. “That was my name before I became a nun. I returned to it when they owned me. But it’s good to see you, too.”

Mary’s mother hugged Karen tight and passionately kissed her. Both women had once been Sisters of Mary Magdalene and my enemies. My cock stirred as I watched them. Tiffany was gorgeous, looking barely legal, her blonde hair falling in curls about her shoulders, her large breasts pressed against Karen’s.

“We’ll need to catch up,” Tiffany promised before glancing at us. “But I think my daughter and son-in-law want to play with you first.”

“They are my Masters.” Karen gave a fond laugh. “It’s only right.”

Mary pulled Karen away from Tiffany and pushed the slut down on her knees where she belonged. Karen seized my cock, stroking it to its full girth. Pleasure tumbled through me. I was so glad sex was still a thing in Hell.

My slut engulfed my cock with her mouth.

“Yes,” I groaned, my back arching as my sex slave sucked, giving me such wonderful pleasure. “That’s it. Oh, damn, that’s good.”

Karen bobbed her head, her tongue dancing around my shaft. It felt incredible to enjoy. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat rippled through me while my balls grew tighter and tighter. I shuddered, loving the bliss rippling through me.

It was wonderful to have Karen’s mouth on my cock again.

Mary was right. We barely had any time to play with her after we captured her and broke her to our will. She had been our enemy, tried to steal our powers in the very beginning, but we had overcome her. We had prevailed and conquered.

Now I reveled in her mouth’s naughty sucking.

Mary seized Karen’s hair and shoved the slut’s mouth farther down my cock. “Make my husband cum, slut. Put that mouth to good use.”

I smiled at my wife. She always made sure I was taken care of.

Around us, our sluts, maids, and family were falling upon each other. My son, Silas, pulled his two sister-wives to the ground, enjoying my daughter, Andrea, and Mary’s daughter, Delilah. Another pair of my children, Marcelo and Calypso, rutted with passion, while their daughter, Liza, masturbated next to them. Xiu and Korina enjoyed their reunion, while April, Violet, and Cindy formed a daisy chain. My mother and her wife, Betty, had conjured a double-headed dildo, pumping the toy in and out of each other. Next to them, my sister, Antsy, pissed in the mouth of her wife, Via. Mary’s family had fallen into a gigantic orgy with their sex slaves.

The Bodyguard spread out on the plain to scout and seize control of the land. They were led by Chasity, Noel, and 51. A screen of male soldiers—a mix of Desiree and Alison’s special forces and the SWAT officers—formed an inner perimeter with a few of the Bodyguard who’d remained behind.

My dick throbbed as I reveled in it. The incest. The lust. Lovers, friends, and family separated by death were reunited. My dick throbbed as Mary fucked Karen’s mouth up and down my dick. My balls tightened. I shuddered, glancing out at the sights.

“That’s it,” Mary purred, releasing her. “You know what to do. Ooh, yes, you do.”

“Fuck, yes, she does,” I panted.

Karen worked her mouth with a fierce desire to pleasure me, wanting to make up for the last forty years she’d missed out on. Smiling, Mary pressed her naked body against me, her perky breast rubbing against my muscular side. I slid my arm around her waist, my hand drifting down to squeeze her plump ass.

I loved my wife’s rump.

She stared at me with such lust in her eyes. She loved when one of our sluts sucked on my dick. My cock throbbed and ached. This delicious throb shot down my shaft. I groaned, my chest tightening with the pleasure of the succubus’s hungry mouth.

“That’s it, slut,” Mary hissed. “Suck his cock. That’s what you were born to do. You exist to please us.”

Karen moaned, sucking harder.

“Work your mouth, slut,” Korina panted as she humped and ground against her wife, Xiu. “Pleasure Master!”

I shuddered, loving the feel of my slut’s tongue dancing up and down my cock. Karen stared up at me with her gray eyes, full of lust. Her hands found my balls, massaging them as my hips thrust forward. I fucked her mouth.

I loved it.

She sucked hard as my cock pumped in and out of her mouth. I drove it to the back of her throat and then drew back. Mary’s hand groped my ass as I did it. She squeezed me while I massaged her plump flesh. I thrust forward hard, burying my dick deep into Karen’s mouth.

My cock slammed down her gullet. I groaned as I felt her throat wrapped around my dick’s tip. My balls smacked into her chin. Karen moaned, her passion humming around me as I drew back. It was incredible.

“Is she pleasing you?” Mary moaned into my ear. Her tongue brushed my lobe, sending a shiver through me.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned. “I’m gonna flood her mouth with cum.”

“That’s my horny stallion,” Mary giggled. “Then it’s my turn to feel her lips and tongue.”

“Naughty filly.”

“Always.”

Mary kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I squeezed her plump asscheek, pulling her tighter as I fucked our sex slave’s mouth. Mary worked her tongue through my mouth, teasing me. One hand squeezed my ass while her other hand stroked across my muscular chest, leaving behind trails of fire.

She was an amazing woman. My soul mate. My queen. I would be lost without her.

My balls tightened. I groaned as I kissed Mary. I thrust faster and harder into Karen’s mouth. I fucked her hard, ramming my cock down her gullet. She whimpered, sucking about me. Her tongue danced around my shaft, teasing me, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

I broke the kiss and panted, “Fuck!”

My cum erupted from my cock, flooding Karen’s hungry mouth. The slut groaned as my cum pumped from my dick. Pleasure slammed through me with each eruption. Stars burst across my vision. I squeezed my wife’s plump ass as I loved this moment.

Karen moaned as she gulped down load after load of my cum. I could feel how greedy she was for it, finally tasting my cum after all these decades. Her hands massaged my balls, working out every drop she could.

I grunted as I spurted a final time, that dizzying wave of bliss shooting through me. I panted, coming down from that high while Mary curled her finger in my chest hair and trembled beside me. She nibbled on my ear.

“Mmm, sounded good,” she whispered.

“Yes, it was,” I panted. “That was amazing, Karen. You still know how to please me.”

Tears burst from Karen. She popped her mouth off my dick, cum dribbling down her chin and tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so happy, Master. Thank you for your cum. I missed it so much.”

The emotion tightened my throat.

“Karen,” Mary groaned. My wife knelt and cupped Karen’s cheeks. My wife licked up the cum on the slut’s chin before kissing her on the lips.

Their mouths melted together. I groaned, watching their passion. Mary’s arms slid around Karen’s back. My wife leaned back onto the soft grass she created, pulling the brunette slut on top of her. They writhed together, naked bodies caressing each other.

Mary’s emerald eyes closed as she savored the kiss.

They broke it after a moment, and Karen shifted down. She glanced at up at me, her gray eyes begging. She needed something. I knew what she wanted. What she craved. What she’d missed out for all these decades.

“Put that mouth to use,” I commanded. “Make my naughty filly cum hard.”

“Yes, Master,” Karen moaned with wanton delight.

The former nun kissed her way down Mary’s neck and shoulders, heading for my wife’s perky breasts. Mary squirmed, licking her lips as Karen caressed her body. Karen went lower and lower, reaching the swell of Mary’s tits.

I stroked my cock, savoring the sight. I loved watching my wife writhe with another woman. Karen’s lips kissed up the swell of my wife’s tit, coming closer and closer to that dusky nub. Mary groaned, trembling.

Karen reached the pinnacle.

“Oh, you wonderful slut,” Mary moaned, arching her back as Karen nibbled and sucked on the hard nipple. “That’s it. Work that slutty mouth! Mmm, I love it!”

Karen kissed back and forth, sucking on both nipples. Her lips made wet, smacking sounds every time she popped off of one dusky nub. Then she went to the other. Mary gasped and groaned the entire time while I watched in delight.

With a groan, Karen went lower. She kissed and licked down Mary’s flat stomach. My wife squirmed and groaned. Her perky breasts jiggled as her auburn hair danced across the carpet of grass she lay upon.

My beautiful goddess.

Karen reached Mary’s fiery bush shaped into a heart on her pudenda. My wife was waxed bare beneath, but always had that heart sculpted there. The slut rubbed her cheek into the curly hair, savoring the feel.

“I missed you so much, Mistress,” Karen moaned.

“Me, too,” Mary groaned.

With a naughty wink to me, Karen went lower. Her lips nuzzled into my wife’s pussy. Mary gasped as Karen licked and lapped at my hot folds. Her pink tongue parted through my wife’s petals. Mary shuddered, her head tossing back and forth.

I groaned, stroking my cock as I watched Karen display her cunnilingus skills. Her tongue darted through Mary’s folds, teasing her, making her shudder and gasp. Her body trembled. Her hands squeezed her tits as our slut devoured her pussy.

“That’s it, whore!” Mary groaned. “Eat my pussy, slut. Make me cum.”

“Mmm, yes,” I growled. I moved around them, staring at the kneeling Karen.

At her ass wiggling back and forth as she knelt there. Flashes of memory from the day after Karen attacked us strobed through my mind. My wife and I had beat and humiliated Karen. We had broken her. My hand stroking my cock itched. I smiled as my wife nodded her head.

“Do it, horny stallion!”

I winked at my naughty filly.

I fell to my knees, staring at Karen’s pale rump. She feasted on my wife, licking and lapping with hunger. My lust surged. I raised my hand, savoring this moment. It had been so long since I spanked this peachy rump.

SMACK!

Karen moaned into my wife’s pussy. I heard the slut lick faster. Her head moved. She feasted on my wife’s pussy with hunger. It made my dick throb to listen to it. My smile grew as I cocked back my hand again.

SMACK!

“I missed you, slut,” I growled

SMACK!

“Damn, I miss making this ass red!”

SMACK!

“Master!” Karen moaned.

SMACK!

That stinging sound echoed. Her ass was a delicious shade of red. My cock throbbed and ached as I stared at her. My heart pounded in my chest. My balls were brimming with cum. I was so ready to unleash it.

“Fuck her, Mark,” moaned Mary. She knew what I wanted. “Give the slut what she’s dying for.”

Karen moaned, “Yes!” into Mary’s twat. The slut wiggled her glowing-red ass. “Please, please, Master!”

I couldn’t say no to that. I pressed my cock into her shaved slit, feeling her heat. I worked my dick up and down her folds, loving the feel of her flesh. Her juices coated me. The tip of my dick glistened with her passion.

The entrance to her tunnel begged for my attention. I just had to slip into her and fuck her. I pressed forward. She whimpered into Mary’s pussy as I plundered the slut’s cunt. I slid deeper and deeper into her, reveling in being in her twat again.

“Master!” squealed Karen.

Her pussy rippled around me as I bottomed out in her. I groaned as I felt her excited cunt spasming wildly. She was cumming already. The pleasure surged up my shaft while she whimpered into my wife’s hot pussy.

“Forty years without a cock has turned you into a firecracker, slut,” I groaned. “She’s cumming, Mary.”

“Naughty slut!” Mary moaned. “Fuck her, Mark! Give her a real reason to cum on that big dick!”

I drew back my cock and slammed back into Karen’s twat, loving her convulsing cunt. I fucked her, working my dick in and out of her twat. Her flesh rippled and writhed around me. Her juices coated my cock, the tip of my dick drinking in her massaging touch.

I grunted, thrusting harder. Faster. I buried into her climaxing depths. I rammed to the hilt in her. It was incredible to feel. My balls smacked into her. Every mighty thwack of my balls impacting her echoed around us. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring her convulsing twat around my dick.

“Damn, work that pussy,” I grunted. “You just keep cumming, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Master!” she moaned.

“Ooh, yes, she’s moaning into my pussy, Mark!” Mary groaned. “That’s it. Keep eating my cunt, slut. I’m gonna cream your face! You’re gonna drink every drop of my honey!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen moaned, bucking her hips to meet my thrusts. “Thank you! I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”

My balls slapped her clit as I drove her face into Mary’s cunt. I fucked my sex slave’s spasming pussy hard and fast, watching the effect she had on my wife. Mary shuddered on the grass, her face twisting with pleasure.

I grinned, loving the sight of Mary’s pleasure while I enjoyed my sex slave’s tight twat. That hot flesh wrapped about me, squeezing me. It gripped me. I savored it, pumping away hard into her depths. I slammed deep into her, churning her up.

“Damn!” I panted. “Make my wife cum.”

“I’m getting there,” moaned Mary. “Oh… Oh… I’m… Karen!”

My wife cried out in orgasmic pleasure. She bucked and trembled in obvious rapture, grinding her hot cunt on Karen’s hungry mouth. Mary’s perky tits jiggled as she shuddered through her orgasmic pleasure. My dick throbbed in Karen’s writhing twat.

My wife’s moans added to the chorus of sex around us as our friends, family, and slaves celebrated reunions and their love for each other. There was so much of it in the air. Drops of passion flowed into us from our followers, adding to our power.

“Oh, Karen, yes, yes!” Mary moaned. “You naughty slut! Ooh, now make my husband cum! Use that cunt to make him erupt!”

“I will, Mistress!” Karen panted.

The itch at the tip of my cock swelled as Mary writhed through her orgasm. I loved the sight of her perky tits bouncing and waving. The slut drank down my wife’s juices. Karen’s pussy squeezed down on my cock as I heard her lap up every drop of my wife’s juices.

“That’s it, slut,” I panted.

SMACK!

Karen’s red ass jiggled. The sight inspired me to thrust with vigor. I was getting closer and closer to erupting. The pressure built and built. I drove into her hard and fast. My cock rammed to the hilt in her juicy cunt as it spasmed around me.

“Work that cunt!” I snarled, balls tightening. “Make your master cum!”

“Do it!” Mary hissed. “Make him cream your hole. He needs to be pleased! He needs to feel your cunt massaging him until he erupts.”

Karen squeezed down again and again. I shuddered, the itch swelling at the tip of my cock. I buried faster and faster into her cunt. She kept licking my wife, keeping her pleasure alive as I built to mine.

Her reddened butt-cheeks rippled from the force of my strokes. I buried into her again and again. The pleasure swelled at the tip of my dick. That hot ache drove me to slam faster and harder into her, my heavy balls smacking into her flesh.

I hit that brink. That wonderful moment of no return. My strokes grew frantic. I grunted, gripping her hips as I plunged into her spasming twat. Her pussy rippled around me, teasing me, giving me that last bit of friction I needed.

I erupted.

My cum basted her cunt. Blast after blast of my jizz fired into my slut’s pussy. I used her twat once more. Pleasure hammered my mind. I threw back my head and roared out to Hell my pleasure as I reveled in Karen’s spasming passion.

“Master!” she moaned.

“Goddamn, you feel incredible, Karen!”

“Flood the whore!” moaned Mary. “She loves it!”

Karen shuddered, her head throwing back. “Yes! I’ve missed this so much, Master! Thank you! Thank you for your cum!”

I grunted as I pumped load after load into her pussy. Rapture shot through me. My pleasure hit that intense peak, and then it died into buzzing rapture. Her pussy rippled around my cock, giving me one last taste of delight before I pulled out. Even in Hell, my cum dripped out of her pink hole. My granddaughter Liza moved in, burying her face into Karen’s snatch to lick up my cum.

“Good girl,” I smiled, running my hands through her dark brown hair.

I glanced out at the plain, our bodyguards distant specks as they moved. I was wondering who I should fuck next. I glanced down at Liza. My granddaughter did have a cute ass. She was Desiree’s granddaughter as well, so that wasn’t surprising.

“Grandpa!” she gasped as I buried into her asshole, my cock lubed by Karen’s cunt.

My granddaughter’s sweet bowels were wrapped around my cock. She squealed in delight, her lithe body trembling. She kept feasting on Karen’s twat, licking up my cum while I sodomized her tight asshole.

“Karen,” Mary panted.

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen answered, her body shuddering from Liza’s hungry licks.

“Find a way for Mark and me to interact with the real world. Lucifer and other demons could be summoned. We need to learn how. Speak with Sam.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen gasped. She stood up, bringing a moan from Liza, and looked around. “There she is.”

She stared at Sam, our slender vizier, fucking her wife Candy. The Asian beauty rammed the thick clit-dick she could conjure in and out of Candy’s ass. The brunette moaned and gasped in rapture, taking Sam’s big girl-cock.

Karen stumbled off as Mary crawled up to kneel before Liza. My wife stroked my granddaughter’s cheeks and purred, “Is your grandpa fucking you good?”

“Yes, Grandma,” Liza moaned, her bowels clenching around my asshole. “He always does.”

I grinned. Hell wouldn’t be so bad.

* * *

The Samurai

Brandon poured his power into his soldiers, giving them a wild and primal will, replacing the discipline I’d granted them before my rebellion with Brandon’s black rage. Now they ran far faster than they normally could, howling like a ravenous, disorganized pack of hounds snapping at our heels. All the discipline I had given them was gone. Brandon possessed none, so his powerful army was reduced to a frenzied mob.

But that mob wanted to tear us apart.

Orihime trembled in my arms as she sat across the front of my saddle while Chisato and Hikaru clung behind me. My nightmare charged across the blasted rocks, racing from Dis. I urged the devilish beast to gallop faster. The horde gained on us.

I couldn’t allow Brandon to get his filthy hands on my concubines.

They didn’t deserve torment in Hell. They were only here because they loved me so much they accepted the Zimmah bond, tying our souls together for eternity. My punishment was theirs. My fate theirs.

So I had to escape Brandon. Somehow.

“We accepted this,” Orihime said, her face, painted like a Geisha, was as lovely as porcelain. “Do not feel guilty, my Lord.”

“We were willing to face torment to be with you forever, my Love,” Hikaru whispered.

“Always,” Chisato added.

Such amazing women they were.

“We cannot escape,” I finally admitted. “We must fight and break them.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Chisato whispered. “You have trained us all these years. We will not disappoint you.”

“You never have,” I answered. “I love you all.”

“We know,” Orihime smiled.

“That’s why we bonded with you,” Hikaru answered.

I reigned in the nightmare. The black steed snorted fire as it came to a stop, hooves crunching on the rock. My women and I dismounted. They summoned their armor and their weapons, wielding nasty naginatas, long spears with curved blades at the end. I stood at the center, ready to draw my katana, my laminated armor repaired by my will.

The roar of Brandon’s forces as they ran us down was immense, washing over us like a physical wave. My heart beat faster as I drew in deep, calming breaths. I found my center. I accepted what was coming.

I would meet it without flinching.

Gunfire erupted. Hammering, automatic retorts roared behind me. A wall of bullets slammed into the front of Brandon’s forces. The lead soldiers disintegrated into bloody mist. Such force was unleashed, soaring over us, lighting up the air with streaks of light.

I looked behind me.

A woman in shining, silvery armor stood there. She wielded a sword as black as night that seemed to drink in the very reality of Hell. A platoon of women flanked her. Each one was dressed in short, navy-blue dresses, their blouses half-undone to reveal their almost exposed breasts. Gold collars encircled their throats.

“The Bodyguard?” I whispered. I hadn’t seen them since the day I’d died when I lost my duel against Mark Glassner.

“The Living God’s forces?” Orihime gasped. “What are they doing in Hell?”

“Saving us,” Chisato said, hope burning in her voice.

The Bodyguard advanced down the hill like a beautiful tide. There were only twenty of them, but their automatic rifles seemed to spit out an endless supply of bullets. The blonde woman in silver armor, looking as fierce as a Valkyrie, strode past us as she led her soldiers. The enemy melted by the thousands before them, leaving bullet-riddled, still-living corpses writhing on the ground.

These women were drawing on such power. It dwarfed the strength Brandon had accumulated, and he ruled half of Hell. How powerful had Mark grown? And what was he doing in Hell? Had someone managed to kill him?

How?

I knew Mark had vanquished almost every greater demon. When they died, they plummeted back into Hell. Molech, Lucifer, Lilith, Ashtoreth, Dagon, Chemosh, Milcom, Tammuz, Marduk, Hadad, Asherah, and Baal-zebub had been accounted for. Only Astarte was missing, hiding somewhere in Hell, unless she managed to escape Mark’s forces on Earth.

“Mark has all the greater demons’ powers,” Hikaru whispered. “That is why his women are so powerful, my Lord.”

“Lucifer and his ilk had millennia to concentrate power. And now Mark has it all.” Orihime shuddered. “No wonder he defeated you, my Lord. He had already defeated Molech.”

“I was the lesser man,” I admitted. It didn’t gall me any longer. Decades serving Brandon had worn down my pride.

“Well, well, well,” a black-haired bodyguard said. She strolled up to me with another group as the remnants of Brandon’s forces fled. The number 27 was stamped on her choker. “The Samurai.”

“You were at the duel?” I asked. “You led his guard that day.”

“I did,” 27 nodded. “And I see your concubines are still with you.”

“Always, Madam 27,” Hikaru said, inclining her head.

“Who is he?” the blonde woman in silver armor asked.

“He’s a warlock Mark dueled and killed in Japan,” 27 answered.

“Is your god in Hell?” I asked.

“Yes, he is,” the blonde answered. “I am Chasity, leader of Mark’s bodyguards.”

A Black woman, the number 51 stamped on her choker, shifted nearby, her lips tightening.

“I have information on the city and the forces that defend it,” I said. “I offer my knowledge in exchange for service in your god’s army.”

Chasity stepped up, the negative blade in her hand. I shuddered, feeling oblivion concentrated in that sword. As she walked, it cut through the reality of Hell, leaving a disturbance behind. I swallowed, controlling my fear as she approached. My concubines pressed behind me.

“I only require that my women will be unmolested,” I said. “They are mine alone.”

“Master probably won’t have a problem with that.”

“Since when?” a sandy-blonde-haired woman snorted. She didn’t wear a choker.

“You know he’s changed, Noel,” Chasity said with fond patience.

Noel sighed, walking up to Chasity. “Yeah, maybe. Let’s go lead this samurai back and see what Mark and Mary want to do with him.”

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Mary Glassner

Xiu moaned as I pounded her ass with the thick, ribbed dildo. She screamed and gasped, savoring the pain as I fucked her hard. I loved pounding Xiu’s ass without lube. I enjoyed the way she moaned and gasped for joy. She loved every second of the agony.

She was a true masochist.

Mark had April bouncing on his cock, the girl’s bushy-brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she rode him. Andrea, April and Mark’s Daughter, sat on Mark’s mouth, groaning as her father ate her pussy out and her mother sucked on her tits.

Such a lovely sight. A wave of sadness washed over me. I missed Chase so much.

“Oh, fuck, Mistress,” Xiu grunted. “I’m gonna cum! Oh, yes! It hurts so much!”

The Chinese slut pushed her ass back into the thrusts as she trembled, cumming hard. I grunted, loving the pressure on my clit. She writhed and shuddered against me. I thrust hard into her, churning her up, bringing more throaty pants from her throat.

I groaned, loving every second of her bliss. My clit drank in the pressure. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My perky tits jiggled before me as I buried to the hilt in Xiu’s asshole. I threw back my head, riding the wave of delight that burst through me.

I came.

My back arched, my breasts jiggling. The pleasure rushed through me. My auburn hair tossed about my shoulders as I gasped and moaned my pleasure into the night. Juices flooded down my thighs as my pussy clenched.

The ecstasy rippled through me. It inundated my mind. I drew back my hips and fucked the dildo into her asshole again. Sparks burst off my clit. They rippled through me. I groaned, my pussy writhing in delight.

“Yes, you fucking whore,” I panted as my orgasm peaked. I trembled and then groaned as it died to buzzing delight. “Mmm, that’s what I needed.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” panted Xiu.

“Master, Mistress,” Chasity announced.

Panting, I glanced to my right to see our blonde warrior returning, wearing her silver armor and carrying the scariest blade I had ever seen. It was blacker than night and cut through Hell’s fabric. What was that thing? My skin crawled. It was oblivion. True death.

“The Samurai,” Mark said, rising up, his lips adorned with Andrea’s pussy cream.

In the center of the ring of bodyguards behind Chasity and Noel was a man in red-lacquered Japanese armor. Beside him sauntered three beauties dressed like sexy geisha, each wearing short kimonos that were transparent, showing off the lovely curves of their bodies.

“You’re the man my husband dueled in Japan all those years ago,” I said. I’d been in my third trimester with Chase, too pregnant to travel. Mark had barely returned from that trip before I went into labor.

The Samurai knelt, his women prostrating behind him. “I offer you my services to defeat the God-King who rules most of hell.”

“God-King?” Mark asked. Then he groaned. “Please don’t mean that motherfucker Brandon?”

“I do, Living God,” the Samurai answered.

I went cold. Pain and fear rose inside me. I spat, my mouth remembering the taste of Brandon’s cum when my plan to free Mark backfired spectacularly. We had barely survived and defeated Brandon that day.

“Brandon!” Desiree growled. She had been his wife before we claimed her. When Brandon seized power, he raped and brutalized Desiree.

A sharp knife appeared in Alison’s hand. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

“I can deliver the city to you,” the Samurai promised. “I was his general until today. He tried to kill me and seize my women. Your bodyguards saved me from his forces. I wish to repay this debt.”

“Any conditions?” Mark asked, striding forward.

“My women are mine. Only I may touch them.”

“Fine,” Mark shrugged.

“Tell us about Brandon’s defenses,” I said, joining my husband. I felt the focused fury I hadn’t since the Demon Wars.

“Yes, Living Goddess,” the Samurai answered. A smile played across his lips for a moment and his back straightened. Pride seemed to fill the man again. “I pledge myself to your service from now until the end of time.”

I felt his soul chain to us, adding a drop of power to the vast sea Mark and I possessed. Then the Samurai began to talk, telling us everything about Brandon and his disgusting queen, Emi, a dangerous, murderous warlock Desiree had executed many years ago.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons

Lilith’s screams filled my ears as I fucked her ass hard. The former goddess was still beautiful despite the red lashes marking her back. I pounded her harder, grunting in delight as her tight bowels massaged my cock.

“That’s it,” purred my wife, her small breasts heaving as she ground her pussy into Lilith’s mouth. “Keep licking, and I won’t carve up your flesh.”

Emi traced the tip of her sharp knife along Lilith’s spine. Her ass clenched on my cock as fear gripped the slut. I savored it, my balls slapping into her ass as I raped her harder. The Samurai may have escaped for now, but my forces were hunting him down.

Where could he go? I would soon rule all of Hell. Every beautiful woman who died and was cast into the abyss would be mine to fuck, rape, or torture. I shuddered at the power I possessed.

“That’s it. Keep licking just like that, whore,” Emi moaned, shuddering in delight. “I will see you flayed and salt rubbed into your wounds if you don’t pleasure me.”

Lilith licked harder, slurping loud, her ass becoming a vice on my cock. I closed my eyes, my orgasm building within my balls.

“Great God-King,” a man called out. “We are under attack!”

My eyes snapped open. “What?” I demanded. I had been so close to my eruption. “If this is some mistake or your pathetic attempt at humor, you will suffer for ten thousand years.”

The soldier paled, trembling in his armor. “No, my Lord. An army attacks. The force you sent after the Samurai were routed.”

“What is this?” Emi demanded. “Is it the Ghost?”

The man shook his head. “It’s the Living God.”

I blinked in disbelief. “What the fuck are you saying? Are you claiming Mark Glassner is in Hell and assaulting us?”

The man nodded, looking stunned. “We are being attacked by an army of women dressed like sexy cops.”

I ripped my cock from Lilith’s ass and strode to the balcony.

“Justice has finally delivered the insolent Mark to us,” my wife purred as she caught up, bloodlust burning in her slanted eyes. “We shall enjoy his punishment for eons.”

A smile crossed my lips. “You’re right.”

This woman was made for me.

“And I shall personally attend to your ex-wife,” Emi added. “Desiree will howl as my knives chastise her for rejecting your greatness.”

We reached the balcony of our palace, overlooking our brass city. By bending the fabric of Hell, I could see farther than a human, my vision leaping to the approaching force. It was a small army, maybe a thousand of Mark’s slutty bodyguards mixed with a few oddities—a group of women dressed in kimonos wielding katanas, a squadron of SWAT officers, and a platoon of special forces led by my wife and Alison.

And at the center of a large group of women dressed like sexy maids, and a few sexy stewardesses, was Mark, his whore wife Mary, and their sluts. My cock tingled. I would get to enjoy Mary fully again. Last time, I’d only fucked her mouth.

“I will rape her while you watch, Mark,” I promised, stroking my dick. “I will—”

A great wave of will washed out from Mark and Mary, rippling as it warped the fabric of Hell. It struck the thick walls of brass that encircled Dis, the metal ringing like a gong. And then the walls vanished. I gaped at the strength of Mark and Mary’s will. They affected my domain. My city. They overcame my power.

“Oh, no,” Emi gasped, staggering next to me. “How does he have such strength?”

Courage dissolved into gibbering terror.

“We have to flee,” I gasped to my wife, my bowels liquid. We couldn’t fight that power. There was no way.

My wife gaped at the missing wall.

“Come on,” I yelled at her while I backed away.

“But Justice is on my side,” Emi whispered. “This can’t be happening!”

Fuck her. I turned to flee. My wife could be his prisoner. I was saving myself.

The air warped before me, Mark’s will transforming my palace. The fabric of Hell’s reality twisted and then it sprang back. Alison and Desiree appeared out of the distortion with their cadre of grim soldiers, all pointing weapons at me.

I gathered my own will, the vast sea of power I had accumulated over forty years. I wouldn’t lose again. I was powerful. I was the God-King of Hell. I unleashed my fury.

Alison brushed my attack aside like she was swatting an annoying gnat. My jaw dropped as she marched up to me, Desiree at her side. My wife looked as beautiful as the day I’d captured her in Tacoma, only her eyes were hard and full of hatred. Alison’s eyes were equally hard, boring into me.

“Please, Desiree,” I gasped as I backed away. “Mercy. I surrender.”

“You didn’t show me mercy,” Desiree breathed, a baton appearing in her hand. She swung it. The pain exploded in my knee.

I collapsed.

“You never cared as you beat me and raped me.”

The baton landed right on my cock. I screamed in agony. The blows fell over and over, smashing into my body while Alison smirked as she stood over me, arms folded. I tried to protect my body, curling up into a ball, but Desiree kept beating me. Bones broke, my skin ruptured. I should have died.

But there was no escape from pain in Hell.

* * *

Alison de la Fuente

I savored watching my wife beat Brandon’s body into a howling mass of pulpy, bloody flesh. Blood splattered my wife as she screamed out her rage. We had spent years hunting down warlocks, using them as surrogates for this monster.

It was satisfying to watch.

I glanced at the gaping Japanese woman. She was vaguely familiar. A warlock Desiree had killed decades ago. The woman watched in stunned horror at the ruined form of Brandon. She would be Emi, Brandon’s queen, a vile woman.

Up the steps to the palace, Master and Mistress walked arm in arm, followed by a train of the sluts and maids. Bodyguards rushed ahead, led by Chasity in her silver armor. It was so wonderful to see her again.

“I present Brandon and his queen, Master,” I purred when they reached the top of the stairs. Master’s blue eyes flicked to the bloody heap. “Desiree was eager to have a reunion with her ex.”

“She’s earned it,” Master said with a grin while Mistress nodded her approval.

* * *

Mark Glassner

In the throne room of Dis, Mary and I fashioned a pair of thrones—comfortable seats—for us to sit upon. I reached out, holding my wife’s hand as our friends, family, and servants filled the hall. The bodyguards dragged in the prisoners we had taken and liberated.

Brandon had been healed back to his bulbous, fat self. He knelt, broken in chains, staring at the floor. His wife tried to sit more regally. Lilith lay on her side, sobbing, broken and fearful of our punishment. Lucifer had been found in the bowels of the palace, the charred husk of the powerful demon I’d once made a Pact with. Other demons we had defeated in the world above were also located: Milcom, Dagon, Chemosh, Ashtoreth, and more. They all were broken, beaten husks abused for decades.

“Brandon and Emi,” I declared. “I have heard reports of your torments and cruelties. You took delight in torturing your fellow prisoners.”

“What we found in your dungeons sickened us. An eternity of torment is too good for you,” Mary spat. “Even that pitiful existence is not enough punishment. You do not deserve to exist.”

Chasity strode up, wielding Annihilation, the blade of oblivion. It was a foul thing capable of destroying a soul completely. The sword brought a finality. Brandon blubbered hard as he stared at the nothingness shaped like a blade.

“Please!” he sobbed. “I can serve you. I can help you. You will need my advice. Please!”

“The prisoners are condemned to oblivion,” I declared, staring at Brandon. “The fate of all those who will commit cruelties in Hell. The twisted, terrible practice of torture shall end.”

The sword swung, the fabric of Hell screaming in my mind as minute parts of it were annihilated. The blade connected with Brandon’s neck. The man vanished. Air rushed in to fill the void where he’d once knelt. The annihilation had happened so fast that it was like Brandon had never even existed.

“This isn’t Justice,” Emi cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please! This isn’t the Justice I was promised.”

Chasity swung.

“Mer—”

Emi vanished.

Chasity worked through the captured greater demons, annihilating them one by one as they pleaded and cowered. Proud Lucifer, who had burned so bright the day Mary and I had killed him, sobbed like a pathetic child.

Last was Lilith. She looked up at me, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I… I did such terrible things. It was so wrong of me to seize power and impose my cruelty on the world. On men. I… I just want to return to my husband. My Ghost. Please, Mark.”

Husband? What had happened to Lilith down here?

I raised my hand, halting Chasity. There were actual guilt and remorse in her eyes. I should condemn her to oblivion for stabbing Mary in the belly and for unleashing Wormwood on the world, but was I any better? I killed Lilith knowing I would unleash Lucifer and the other demons upon the world. So many died because of me.

“You have our pardon,” Mary said, reaching out to touch my wrist.

I nodded my head. Mary understood.

“Thank you,” Lilith cried.

I turned to the next prisoners. It was still so strange to see Chantelle and Lana again. It had been so hard to watch as we hung them for following Lilith. Brandon had abused them. Both were cut and battered by Emi and Brandon’s cruel amusements. The pair clung to each other, staring at us in disbelief.

Mary healed them with a thought, their flesh knitting, their beauty returning.

“Do we have to condemn you again?” I asked Lana and Chantelle as I stood with my wife before them. “We did care for the pair of you. We loved all our sluts.”

“What do you want from us, Mark?” Chantelle asked.

“The Samurai said you led Lilith’s faction.”

“We did,” Lana whispered.

“Swear to follow us, and we shall restore your domain. You and Lilith’s children and followers may live there in peace under our rule.”

Chantelle glanced at her wife. “I think we can live with that.”

I smiled at them, then kissed their foreheads. They didn’t flinch as their souls were chained to ours. It was a start. Maybe in a thousand years, they would come around and rejoin their proper place as my sluts. I returned to my throne, my wife joined me, and we set about ruling Hell. We had a lot of work to do.

It was such a mess.

* * *

The Ghost

“Ghost, it’s Lilith,” Maryanne reported.

My women and I hid in the cave, all of us invisible. The fight against Brandon’s forces had been brutal. I didn’t feel any guilt for fleeing and saving my women. They were too important. I couldn’t let Brandon ruin them.

“What are you sayin’?” I asked, staring at the mouth of the cave where Maryanne’s voice came from. My women were all Ghosts now. We’d spent the days since the rout in one massive, invisible orgy. It was a lot of fun never quite knowing who I was fucking.

“Lilith’s returned, Ghost,” Maryanne repeated.

At her words, the silver-haired beauty appeared. She strode into the cave, stumbling, tripping over invisible flesh as she looked around for me. Then she fell to her knees, almost staring at me. “I’m finally free to return,” Lilith sobbed. “I missed you. I don’t have to pretend to be the goddess any longer.”

“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” I marveled, striding up to her. “I never reckoned to see your purtee face again. ‘Specially not after Brandon won. I take it you escaped capture?”

Lilith shook her head. “Mark and Mary arrived. They destroyed Brandon and freed me. Freed everyone. The Mayor and his wives are returning to rule their domain, and Chantelle and Lana are free to rule my daughters.” Lilith let out a sob. “And, if you’ll serve Mark, you can have it all back as well. Including me.”

“Well, well, well,” I mused. Mark’s bitches might have killed me, but his rule above wasn’t cruel. He just didn’t broker any dissension. Many souls had come to Hell talking about the peace of his Theocracy. “I reckon I could accept that proposal. What you ladies reckon?”

“Take it, Ghost,” Deidre purred. “It’s a better offer than Mark gave us when we were alive.”

“So long as we can enjoy you, Ghost, I don’t think the rest of us care one whit if Mark rules the rest of Hell,” one of the twins called out.

The rest of my women agreed.

“Well, alright,” I grinned and grabbed Lilith. “I reckon you’re mine again. Let’s have ourselves a good ol‘ time.”

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

I couldn’t believe that we were back at the home we built in Hell. Mark kept his word. We were free to rule our domain and live in peace. He wanted to change Hell, to make it a better place to exist.

I didn’t have a problem with that.

We would have to support Mark as he conquered Hell, not that he needed us. He swept aside Brandon’s entire army in the space of minutes. Who had the power to stop him? No being outside of Heaven had his power.

I found Lana in our bedroom stretched out on our bed. She beckoned to me, tears burning in her eyes. I crossed over to her, crawling onto the soft mattress. She stared up at the ceiling, not looking at me, and asked, “Do you wonder if our daughter hates us?”

I hadn’t thought about Lily in decades. It was too painful to remember our daughter. She’d only been an infant when I last saw her.

“I don’t know.”

“If only we had swallowed our pride and accepted Mark’s amnesty, we could have raised her.” Tears glistened in my wife’s eyes. “We could have been with her through all the joys and pains of life.”

“We were young and stupid,” I said, cuddling up to her.

Lana let out a hysterical laugh. “And now we serve him anyways.”

I nodded my head. “At least she had a good life with Thamina and Fiona. I’m sure they raised her well.”

“Thank you,” Lana whispered. She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were a warm delight. I shuddered against her. This wasn’t a bad way to spend eternity.

* * *

Mary Glassner

The orgasm bled through me. Violet lifted her face from my pussy, licking her lips. I cuddled up to Mark as he groaned, his cum bursting into Cindy’s pussy. The petite woman, forever eighteen, gasped and moaned before falling backward into her wife’s arms.

Violet and Cindy cuddled beside us, sharing a sweet kiss.

“It’s good to be back home,” Mark said. We had shaped the brass palace to resemble our mansion, banishing the disgusting metal city and replacing it with verdant fields. Hell was ours. It had only taken a few months to accomplish. We could have done it faster, but what was the rush?

“Yes, good to be home,” I smiled, kissing the King of Hell, as Mark was being called in the world above. I was the Queen, or sometimes the Bitch, of Hell. The world had fallen apart after our deaths, our careful utopia crushed and lost to the brutality of men. They had their free will back, and they exercised it as poorly as ever.

Worse, our poor daughter still wandered aimlessly, crushed by the guilt of our deaths.

I ached to help her.

The doors to our bedroom burst open. Karen and Sam marched in with purpose. Our Vizier had a triumphant look on her olive-hued face. Candy followed them in, hunching her shoulders and keeping her eyes downcast.

She was on thin ice for wanting to kill Chase the morning our daughter stabbed Mark.

“We figured out a ritual to let a mortal summon you into the living world for a few minutes. It’s a long enough amount of time to make a Pact. It’s similar to the spell you used to summon Lucifer.”

“Really?” Mark asked, bolting upright.

“Yes,” Karen nodded. “Sam finally cracked it.”

“The rules are… bizarre,” Sam said, shaking her head. “And Candy was instrumental in our work.”

Hope beat in my chest. We could finally start influencing the world. We could finally begin to save our daughter’s soul. She didn’t deserve to suffer. We’d failed her. We hadn’t been good enough parents.

But that would change.

“First, you’ll need to speak in someone’s dreams,” Sam said. “I believe you have already chosen Isabella?”

I nodded. Mark and I had spent days sifting through the futures and playing with probabilities. We had finally found a future that may work—it was so hard to be sure; free will was such a pain in the ass—but we just needed Isabella and a few others to make Pacts with us.

Sam explained the ritual. Mark took my hand, and we rose through the layers of Hell to the Shadows. We found Isabella sleeping in her room, pregnant with Mark’s twins. She was one of his virgin “sacrifices.” Every day, a new girl from across the world, a girl who saved her maidenhead just for the chance of surrendering it to him, was brought to him. She was one of the last. We entered her dreams and spoke to her.

She would be the first domino to fall, creating a chain of events that would cascade to Chase’s happiness. It would take time, but Mark and I had an eternity to wait. We had until time ended. We would make Hell into a paradise free of the morality of Heaven. A place where love could flourish.

Where our daughter could find peace.

The END

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