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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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Thursday, February 14th, 2014 – Emine Mataraci “24” – Tacoma, WA

Something wet and warm nuzzled at my breast. A mouth sucked, lips nibbled, and a tongue licked at my nipple. My eyes fluttered open as a mewling sigh escaped my lips. Sandy-blonde hair spilled across my dusky body.

I stared down at Jan sucking my nipple between her lush lips. Her brown eyes flashed up at me. She smiled around my dark-brown nub and sucked harder. I shuddered at the tingles racing through my body, my toes curling.

“Good morning,” I purred. I ran my dark hands through her cornsilk hair, loving how the golden strands contrasted with my fingers.

“Morning, Emine,” she answered after releasing my nipple.

She smooched up my breast until she reached my chest, kissing higher and higher. I groaned as her hot lips found the hollow of my neck. She nuzzled there, her tongue licking, sending shivers through me. Then she kissed higher, nibbling on my chin before claiming my lips in a hot kiss.

I enjoyed my partner’s kiss. I shuddered beneath her, my hands sliding down her athletic form draped over mine. Our tongues dueled as we loved each other. My toes flexed as I shifted on the bed, drinking in the taste of her.

Jan and I were the last two of the original bodyguards left still serving the Living Gods. We were chosen that wonderful day in June when we competed for the opportunity to serve Mark and Mary. Two out of twelve. Eight of our original sisters had fallen defending Mark and Mary, three in June when the nuns attacked, and five in September during that bastard Brandon’s assault. The last two, 15 and 16, had retired with our Gods’ blessing and reunited with their loved ones.

Even though the Gods used their powers to make us their bodyguards, Jan and I chose to stay when they set us free after Brandon’s attack. They were important to the world. I’d sworn to protect and serve when I joined the Bonney Lake Police Force two years ago. I was doing that by serving the very Gods who would fight against the darkness threatening it.

I had no doubts that they were the world’s salvation.

I reveled in kissing Jan. In our bedroom we could be our real selves, use our real names. Beyond those doors, she was 23, and I was 24, but in here we were Jan and Emine. This was our safe haven, the place we could retreat to and relax. In here, we weren’t on duty. We could be ourselves and love each other.

My hands roamed over her round breasts as our tongues dueled. She purred in delight, her kiss growing saucier when my fingers found her hard nipples. I pinched them. She squirmed and moaned, her tongue becoming more aggressive in my mouth.

My excitement swelled in my pussy. I had to enjoy her. A surge of passion rippled through me. I rolled her over onto her back, moving with her, mounting her. She whimpered into the kiss, shivering beneath me.

My hands moved—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Dammit!” Jan hissed as she wrenched her head away from mine. Her hand shot out from me and slapped our alarm clock.

We were on duty today, and that was more important than fooling around, even if my pussy was on fire.

“Maybe we should shower together,” I whispered, squirming atop her. “You know, conserve some water.”

A smile grew on her lips. She purred, “What a wonderful idea.”

I rose, stretching my dusky body, then seized her hand. I pulled her off the bed. Giggling, we stumbled across our hotel room. The second and third floor of the Murano hotel served as the bodyguard’s barracks, each of us doubled up unless someone was married or had a significant other. We passed the second, unused bed to reach the small bathroom.

The water was warm immediately when it hissed on—the hotel had some heavy duty water heaters—and Jan jumped in, her sandy-blonde hair matted to her slick body. I shuddered at the sight of her, licking my lips.

She beckoned, “Come get me, sexy!”

“Mmm, yes!” I purred and joined her.

I pressed my dusky body against hers and kissed her beneath the shower’s spray. I rubbed against her as the water made us slippery. Our flesh writhed together. I just wanted to fuck her. To make her cum. But we still had to get ready.

I grabbed the body wash and the loofah as I broke the kiss. I grinned at her as I squirted the lilac-scented, liquid soap onto the puffy, pink sponge. I rubbed it, making a bubbly lather. Smiling, I washed Jan’s delightful tits.

I left soap suds across her breasts, feeling her nipples through the lacy mass of the loofah. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering as I teased her. I washed from tit to tit, working in circles, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“Mmm, keep washing my breasts,” she purred. “I don’t think they’re clean yet.”

“We don’t want you to have dirty tits,” I said. “We’re going to be on TV today.”

“I don’t care, just don’t stop soaping them,” she panted, her brown eyes squeezed shut. “That’s it! Mmm, you know just how to wash me!”

“Lots of practice!”

My pussy grew hotter as I massaged her tits. Jan has such sensitive nipples. She could cum just from breast play, the lucky woman. I slid the loofah back and forth over those mounds, her panting growing louder and louder.

Her legs wrapped around my right thigh. She ground her hot pussy on my skin, humping up and down me. Her eyes fluttered beneath her closed eyelids. She gripped my shoulders as I stimulated her. Her whimpers built and built, rising in her throat as she shivered.

“Oh, yes! I’m almost clean,” she gasped. “Just a little bit more!”

“Damn, you are getting off fast,” I told her. My thigh was soaked, and not from the spray. “Are you that horny?”

“We’re going to be on TV today,” she gasped. “Most of the world is going to see me dressed like a complete slut! My tits will be practically hanging out, and my skirt’s so short they might catch a flash of my naked ass! Oh, fuck! They’ll see it all, Ermine!”

She let out a cry of passion. It echoed through the bathroom. She shuddered in my arms. Her pussy juices drenched my thigh. She gripped my shoulders as she gasped and moaned. Her head tossed back and forth, her eyes fluttering.

I kept “washing” her tits as she shuddered through her orgasm. Her face twisted. Then I felt a real gush of juices splashing on my thing. It streamed out of her. An acrid scent rose and filled my nose. I gasped as she drenched my leg.

“Dirty bitch,” I groaned, a grin sliding across my lips. “Did you just piss on my leg?”

“Oh, yes!” she gasped, still cumming and peeing on me! “Oh, fuck that feels wonderful! I love pissing and cumming!”

She shook one last time, her stream of piss dwindling. She gasped for breath as she came down from her orgasmic high. I shuddered, my own body on fire. She panted, a smile painted on her face. Her eyes fluttered, then focused on me.

She cupped my cheeks with her fingers, her eyes filling up my vision as she darted her head in. I groaned as she planted her hot, wet mouth right on my lips. It was a soft and gentle kiss, but full of her wonderful.

I liked it, but I needed something myself. My pussy was on fire. My dusky hands slid her body to her shoulders, squeezing. I forced her down, breaking our kiss. She shuddered as she knelt before us, her wet hair clinging to her face as she stared up at me.

“You’re going to pay for pissing on me,” I told her, a big grin crossing my lips.

“Do it!” she groaned. “Piss on my face!”

I learned so many depraved delights serving in the bodyguard. The first time Mary ever pissed in my mouth had opened my eyes to the possibilities of all the naughty pleasures I could enjoy. The Gods had warped my sexuality into new and wonderful directions.

I stepped over her. Her head was between my thighs, her face a few inches beneath my pussy. I smiled at her as she opened her mouth, her tongue thrust out at me. Her eyes stared up at me, glassy with lust. I loved the look on her.

I relaxed my bladder.

My yellow stream struck her right between the eyes. She squeezed them shut and groaned as the acrid liquid spilled over her face and into her mouth. Pleasure rushed out of me as I released a night’s worth of piss onto her face.

I wiggled my hips, letting my spray splash around her face. My pussy was on fire, tingling with pleasure. I drenched her face. It washed over her hair and rolled down to her tits. I shuddered, more and more piss streaming out of me.

“I’m such a filthy bitch!” she moaned. “Your filthy, little, White whore!”

“Yes, you are!” I snarled. I seized her wet hair and yanked her face into my pussy. “Drink my piss, then lick my Turkish cunt clean!”

I forced out the last of my piss right into her mouth. I heard her gulping it down. I groaned, wishing I had more to give her, but it petered out. I swayed, the warm spray drumming on my back. I ground my pussy on her mouth.

Her tongue licked out.

I groaned as her tongue flicked out again and again. She lapped through my folds, searching for any errant drops of piss clinging to my labia and clit. She found other delights to enjoy, my pussy cream flowing out of me.

“Mmm, you’re my personal White whore cleaning up my pussy,” I moaned.

“Uh-huh!” she purred.

The jammed her tongue deep into my snatch. I shuddered, my back arching. Pleasure raced through me as she loved my cunt. She licked and fluttered her tongue through my folds. I wiggled my hips, grinding on her hungry cunt as the pleasure built and built in me.

“That’s it!” I hissed. “Eat me, whore! You White girls love to eat pussy!”

“We do!” she moaned.

I humped against her face. I loved making a White girl eat me out. Besides Jan, my favorite White girl to use was sweet Cindy. Her first night as a maid, Cindy had learned to love drinking my piss right here in this shower after I taught her how much she loved my pussy. That little kitten had a hot mouth.

Dr. Willow had outdone herself with the maid selection. They were all hot bitches ready to drop to their knees and worship my snatch.

As good as Cindy and the other maids were, none could surpass Jan. She was amazing. Her tongue danced and fluttered through my tongue like a naughty kitten. She loved my pussy. She gave me such pleasure, driving me towards my orgasm. Pissing on a girl always got me off fast.

“Here it comes, bitch!” I gasped. “That’s it! Lick my pussy, balim!”

Jan’s tongue worked deep in me, lapping at my pussy like a cute kitten. My orgasm crested inside me. I shuddered, tensed for a moment as I waited for that wonderful moment to erupt. I threw back my head, the shower spray soaking my hair.

My lover nipped my clit.

I exploded in rapture. The pleasure surged out of my pussy. My juices gushed out of me. Jan licked them up. She devoured them while my body spasmed. I groaned, my foot slipping on the floor. I stumbled back, grasping the shower bar to hold my balance.

“Holy shit, Jan!” I moaned, my mind melting as the pleasure kept surging through me.

Jan looked up at me, licking her lips, concern on her face. “You okay, Emine?”

“I’m amazing!” I moaned, my orgasm peaking in me. Another dizzy wave shuddered through me, sparks bursting across my eyes.

Giggling as she stood up, she asked, “I made you cum that hard, huh?”

“You always do,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest. “Now, let’s get showering, we can’t be late for the morning briefing.”

“I love you, Emine,” she purred.

I smiled and stroked her pale face. “I love you, too.”

We had to finish showering in a hurry, scrubbing the piss off our bodies and washing it out of Jan’s hair. Then we darted for the bedroom. Still damp from the shower, we yanked on our uniforms. We wore navy blue blouses, left half-unbuttoned, that we tucked into short, blue skirts cinched with our tactical belts. Black thigh-high leather boots completed our slutty look. Last, we draped on our most important piece of gear: enchanted, bronze amulets. The charm, dangling from a cord between our tits, could stop any bullet.

Sam’s invention had saved more than a few of our lives.

Just as we were about to lave, I noticed a package sitting on the bed. It was wrapped in red paper dotted with white cupids. Where had that come from?

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jan said, a big grin on her face.

I flushed. I completely forgot it was Valentine’s Day. “Oh, no, I completely spaced. I didn’t get you anything.”

She smiled. “I know. You’ll just have to make it up to me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“We’re off duty, and you’re taking me out to a wonderful dinner, right?”

“Er, right. Yeah. It’ll be nice and romantic.”

She hooked her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. “I can’t wait.”

I wanted to open my present but, thanks to our long shower, we were running late. It would have to wait until this evening when we were off duty. I gave her one last kiss, then we stepped out of our rooms and became 23 and 24.

The morning bodyguard briefing, which was not much different than a briefing I’d receive at the start of a patrol shift when I was a cop, was held in a small conference room, the Paradise Hall. It was lined with folding chairs before a podium. One wall was dominated by a mural of Mount Rainier as seen from a beautiful field of flowers. The peak towered with majesty over it. 51 stood at the podium, her blouse completely unbuttoned so it could drape around her pregnant belly. The other bodyguards sat around us, save Squad H who were guarding the Hotel right now.

“Good morning,” 51 said when everyone had entered.

“Morning,” we all echoed back. We were all seated by squad; 23 commanded Squad B, and I served as her executive officer.

“We have a big day today,” 51 continued, clicking a remote and the laptop hooked up to an overhead projector. Her PowerPoint presentation started up. An image of the Tacoma Museum of Art appeared, a brick structure with large windows built next to a second, cone shaped building made entirely of glass. “The Tribute to the Goddess opens today, and Mary, Antsy, and Via will be visiting the gallery to examine the exhibit.”

For the next thirty minutes, 51 detailed the security plan; we had all been briefed on it before, but you didn’t take chances with security. Going over the plan one last time wouldn’t hurt. Squad’s A, B, C were tasked with security, supplemented with a company of the Legion. Squad’s A and C would secure the exterior, while our Squad B would arrive early to secure the interior, including the four young artists whose works were being exhibited. They were being honored to meet with Mary, so they had to be screened.

“Are we all on the same page?” 51 asked at the end.

There was a general nod.

“Good. Next, Squad D and E will be escorting Missy and Damien to a Valentine’s Day party at Washington College…”

After the briefing, Squad B headed straight for the Museum in a convoy of Black SUV’s. It was a short drive—we could have walked the four blocks—and we staged our vehicles in the back. We left our AR-15s secure in our vehicles, we wouldn’t need the assault rifles for interior security, and walked up to the entrance.

The doors were opened by a rotund man dressed in a white, buttoned down shirt and black slacks. He had a radio and can of mace hanging from his belt. Around his right wrist was a bright-red medical bracelet; he was a Wormwood survivor, safe to walk around without risk of falling ill to the plague that only struck men. There hadn’t been a case in a month in the Western United States, but the disease still persisted in other parts of the world and the quarantine was still in place. Any man who hadn’t fallen ill had to stay home.

“Mr. Upton,” 23 nodded to the head of security for the museum.

“Everything’s ready,” he said. “My men have cleared out of the exhibits wing, and the artists are waiting in a small annex.”

“Good,” 23 said as we strode inside.

The members of our squad knew what to do. They took their positions around the wing of the museum where the exhibit was being displayed. Paintings of Mary abounded on the walls. From stylized versions that barely seemed to resemble the Goddess, to hyper-realistic depictions of her naked body, wreathed in flames, standing triumphant over Brandon’s corpse.

23 and I would take care of searching the four artist who had the privilege of meeting Mary. They were young, ranging from eighteen to their early twenties, and all were beautiful. Korina, one of the Gods’ sluts, had run the selection committee. She chose the girls that not only were talented artists, but would also please Mary with their lithe forms.

We found the four standing in a nervous group, twitching at the sight of us. They swallowed and their words trailed off as we advanced on them.

“You have to be searched before you can meet the Goddess,” I declared.

The Japanese girl caught my eye as she stared demurely at the floor. 23 saw my interest and gave just the tiniest nod of her head. One of the perks of the job was searching pretty, young girls. I marched up to the shy girl, her lovely face framed by her black hair. She stiffened when I stopped in front of her, then trembled.

“Strip,” I ordered.

She blinked at me.

I put on my no-nonsense cop face. Her expression paled.

“Yes, ma’am!” she squawked.

Her hands shot to her blouse’s little, ivory buttons. She worked the dainty things through the eyelets. Her skin was creamy-olive beneath, contrasting with the plain, white bra that covered her tiny titties. She slipped out of her top, her little titties jiggling beneath that demure bra. Then she unzipped the side of her skirt. She wiggled it down her hips and stepped out it, revealing creamy-olive thighs and panties that were the same plain, boring white as her bra.

She stood before me, delicate cheeks darkened with her blush.

“Everything,” I said, my voice low and dangers.

“Yes, ma’am,” she gasped.

Her hands darted behind her back. She fumbled, shifting, then she unfastened it. She slipped her bra’s straps off her shoulder. I gasped when her tiny tits, little buds, topped with small, brown nipples, came into view.

“Delicious,” I purred.

She whimpered and shuddered as she dropped her bra. With the thumbs of her hands, she hooked the waistband of her panties. Wiggling her hips, she shimmied them down her thighs. I groaned even louder at what I saw.

Her pussy was adorned with a sparse coating of fine, black hair, her slit, virginal tight, peeking through the curls. I licked my lips as I ravished her with my eyes. Such a cute, little kitten for me to play with.

I licked my finger, getting it nice and wet, then then I rubbed her nipple. It grew hard into a cute bud beneath my stroking touch. Her slanted eyes widened. A soft sigh escaped her lips. I shuddered, loving the sight of awakened passion in her innocent eyes.

Then I trailed my finger down her small breasts to her ribs. I slid across them, reaching her flat stomach. She gasped when my finger caressed her bellybutton, circling around it. She trembled, her eyes fluttering as I went lower and lower. I reached the V of her pubic bone, tracing it down to her pubic mound. My finger slid into her bush.

I toyed with a silky strand of it.

“I’m going to do a cavity search, balim,” I purred to my little kitten.

“Okay,” she whispered, her cheeks blushed so dark.

“Just relax and enjoy.”

I slid my finger lower through her bush. The heat grew. I felt her juices already clinging to her strands. My finger slid between her folds, rubbing at her snatch. She whimpered, her eyes widening as I caressed her silky flesh.

My smile grew as I studied her face, watching the effect my touch had on her. How the pleasure transformed her face. Her lips parted as her breath quickened. Her slanted eyes grew wider. Her little nostrils quivered.

I licked my lips as I pressed into her folds, sliding up until I found her little bud peeking out of her its hood. I stroked her clit with my thumb. Her entire body bucked. She let out the sweetest gasp as I played with it.

“Oh, wow!” she gasped. “What are you…?”

“I’m performing a cavity search, balim,” I told her while my fingers moved down her silt.

Still massaging her clit with my thumb, I thrust a finger up inside her juicy snatch. She sucked in a breath, her back straightening as I ventured into her tight depths. I smiled as she clenched down on me. A whimpering moan escaped her lips.

Despite having no hymen, this was clearly virgin territory. Her college was clearly neglecting their sex education program. Her cunt gripped my finger like a tight glove. I pumped in and out of her hot and juicy snatch, loving the feel of her. She squirmed, her face twisting with passion. Her juices flowed, dribbling across my hand.

“Hmm, not finding anything,” I purred. “Yet.”

“I think you’ve… Oh, wow… Explored enough…” she panted.

“Not yet, balim.”

I licked the pointer finger of my left hand. She stared at me as I kept fingering her cunt and working this digit in and out of my lips. Then I popped out then of my mouth and reached behind her. I cupped her rear, my wet finger sliding between her butt-cheeks.

Her eyes widened as I explored in her butt-crack, searching for her other hole. Her pussy clamped down on me as she gasped in realization. I found the puckered sphincter, teasing her asshole with my damp finger. I circled it, loving the slick feel of it.

She stared at me and shook her head in protest. “You can’t.”

“Sorry, balim, but I have to do a thorough job.”

I shoved my finger into her asshole.

“Ah!” she gasped as I buried into her velvety bowels.

Her asshole was even tighter than her pussy. I groaned at the feel of her hot sheaths around my digits. It was such a delight to be in them both at the same time, to experience the difference between her silky, wet cunt and her tight, velvety asshole.

She trembled as I stirred up both her holes. Her small breasts heaved. She bit her lower lip as pleasure cascaded across her features. She whimpered, her cream flowing hotter down my hand. Her hips wiggled from side to side.

I smiled, knowing I was bringing her closer to that moment of pleasure. I wanted to see it. I yearned for it. I pumped my fingers faster, savoring the heat of her tunnels. Her hands rubbed together. Her face twisted as she groaned through her sealed lips. Both her holes clamped down on my digits.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Let yourself go. Don’t fight it, balim.”

“Uh,” she moaned. “Uh, yes!”

I pumped faster. I could feel her trembling on the cusp, both her holes quivering around my digits. I grew aggressive now. I massaged her clit hard with my thumb, pressing against the sensitive bud. She gasped, her mouth opening wide.

“Cum!” I hissed. “Let me feel your naughty holes spasming around my fingers. Do it, balim!”

“Oh.. oh… yes!” she gasped. “Oh, I… I… Yes!”

Her cunt and assholes spasmed around my fingers. Her body quivered and shook. She came hard and fast. Juices gushed out of her pussy. I smiled, loving the pleasure I gave her. I savored seeing it rippled across her features.

She whimpered and groaned. She swayed, her face growing flushed. Her moans sang around me. I jammed my fingers deep into her, feeling her orgasm peaking in her. Her holes quivered a final time about my digits.

Then she gasped and swayed. She breathed heavily, coming down from her orgasmic high.

Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of her holes. I brought them to my nose, inhaling them both, drinking in that mix of sweet cunt and sour musk. Then I popped the digit, soaked in her cream, into my mouth. I groaned, sucking off her juices, loving the flavor of her. That digit clean, I savored the dirtier one. I purred at the naughty flavor of her asshole.

“You’re not a threat,” I pronounced when I finished.

“Good,” she breathed, swaying.

23 smiled at me as she searched a busty, blonde girl with one hand and the asshole of a lithe, Black hottie with the other. A nerdy brunette watched, her eyes wide behind her silver-rimmed glasses. Both the blonde and the Black girl moaned and gasped as 23 searched them with such enthusiasm.

I strolled on over to the nerdy girl, suppressing my smile.

I loved this job!

“Strip,” I ordered.

She obeyed and I got to make another cute, young kitten quiver and moan on my fingers.

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Mary arrived an hour later. She swept into the exhibit hall with Antsy, Mark’s younger sister, and Via, Antsy’s girlfriend. They were accompanied by Debra Horne-Darnell—she one of the few reporters allowed near the Gods since they bound her few weeks ago—and a maid carrying her camera.

Mary wore a flowing gown of dark blue, the skirt cinched right below her breasts and falling loose around her pregnant belly. Antsy and Via were dressed casually in miniskirts and tight, flowery tops. They were both beautiful, Antsy had black hair and a heart-shaped face set with big, hazel eyes. Via also was raven-haired, though hers was streaked with red highlights. She had larger breasts that swung beneath her tight blouse.

Mary’s beauty eclipsed them both. Her smile glowed with radiance, illuminating her freckled face. Her auburn hair fell in a waves down to her shoulders. No woman was more beautiful than my Goddess.

The four artists, still naked, prostrated themselves, heads bowed low, their bodies trembling as they felt Mary’s presence. She was enchanted to make women lust after her. We all saw her as gorgeous. The first time you encountered her could overwhelm you with lust.

Mary ignored the girls as her gaze swept across their art. Her green eyes lit up. She was an artist herself, often painting during her free time. A look of giddy joy burst across her face as she moved from exhibit to exhibit.

Then she noticed the cute, Japanese girl trembling naked before a large painting of Mary with flames dancing across her skin. In the picture, Mary had a foot planted on the back of fat and blubbering Brandon’s neck, pinning him in place.

“Did you paint this?” Mary asks, her voice a sultry purr.

“Yes, my Goddess,” quivered the girl.

“What’s your name, dear?”

“Jane Yoshimori.”

Mary stroked the girl’s cheeks. “It’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

Jane blushed and shuddered, rapture crossing her face as she gazed at the Goddess.

“You deserve a reward for such a beautiful painting,” Mary purred. “I’ll pay you $1 million for it.”

“T-thank you!” Jane squeaked.

“And”—Mary bent down, her lips just inches from the girl’s—“I’ll let you eat out my pussy.”

“I-I would like that, my Goddess.”

“Of course you would. You’ll remember this day for the rest of your life.”

Mary kissed the girl on the lips. My pussy grew wet in envy. I wanted that cute kitten lapping at my pussy, but I was on duty, and that meant no fooling around. Sure I may have given her an orgasm during my cavity search, but that was just a byproduct of doing a thorough job.

I groaned as the cute thing ducked her head beneath Mary’s skirt and devoured her.

“That’s it,” the Goddess purred. “Eat my pussy. Worship me! Let me feel your love.”

Mary squeezed her emerald eyes shut, and tossed her auburn hair about as pleasure coursed through her. I could see Jane’s head moving beneath Mary’s skirt as she slurped and licked and sucked her Goddess’s pussy.

From the way Mary moved, the girl was eager to please. I fought the urge to touch myself. Most of the time, I could control my lusts around the gods, but sometimes… It was hard. Jane was so cute. My cunt ached in envy of Mary.

“You delightful slut!” Mary moaned, her voice echoing through the room. “Keep eating me! Oh, yes! Work that tongue into me! Oh, fuck! That’s it! Mmm, I love it!”

“I see Mary didn’t waste any time,” Antsy laughed, nudging her girlfriend.

“Did you think she would?” Via asked. “That Japanese girl is so cute!”

Antsy looked at Via. “Are you getting wet? Did you want that cute, little thing worshiping your pussy?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Well, I had my eye on that nerdy girl. Look at those glasses. I want to piss all over her face!”

“Oh, you’re so nasty, Antsy!” laughed Via.

The nerdy girl’s face paled.

As Antsy sauntered on over to the nerdy girl, she called over her shoulder, “You know you love to drink my pee, Via!”

“Because I’m a nasty pee slut, remember?” Via shouted back. She grabbed the Black artist and kissed her on the lips.

“Are you going to piss on me?” the nerdy girl asked Antsy.

“Yep. Get down on your knees, and I’ll teach you to love pee!”

I pressed my thighs together as the nerdy girl reluctantly fell to her knees. She knew better than to disobey the sister of the Living God. I burned to frig my pussy, but I remembered my duty. I had witnessed scenes of debauchery like this many times. Mary was a lusty being, and Antsy and Via were just as bad, but no-one held a candle to Mark’s passions. He sometimes would grow bored and would wander into a college and enjoy as many nubile coeds as he could get his hands on.

I was sure he’d fuck every hot girl in the world if there was time.

I tried not to watch the lesbian orgy breaking out too carefully. It was my job to stay alert and watch out for any threats, but it was hard as Antsy lifted her skirt up, squatted, and let loose a stream of piss right on the nerdy girl’s glasses. Yellow urine splashed across her lenses and soaked her hair. It ran down her cheeks and neck, rivulets reaching towards her firm breasts.

“Open wide and drink it!” purred Antsy. “That’s it. Drink my piss! Revel in how filthy it is! Swallow every drop! That’s a good girl!”

23 and I shared a look. Tonight, we’d be grabbing one of the maids and pissing all over her. Maybe Cindy, if I could pry her away from Violet. Ever since Violet and April’s relationship had imploded a week ago—April had learned that Violet had been cheating on her for months with the cute maid—Cindy had been glued to Violet’s side when she wasn’t performing her maid duties.

“Such a good pee slut!” moaned Antsy. She pulled the nerdy girl’s face into her cunt.

My breathing increased. My nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric of my blouse. Every time I inhaled, my nubs rubbed against them. Tingles raced down m body to my cunt, fueling the fire between my legs.

Mary was screaming, cumming on Jane’s mouth now. I wanted to cream that girl’s mouth. Via was on her knees licking the Black girl’s ass. She must have her tongue buried into the girl’s bowels. Antsy shuddered, her flow dying down.

I endured, holding my position with professionalism like all my fellow sisters in Squad B. It was hard to control myself when Antsy made the nerdy girl get on her hands and knees and lick the pee off the floor.

“This is a museum, not a bathroom, so keep it nice and clean whore,” hissed Antsy while she vigorously fingered the girl’s cunt.

When Mary finished cumming, she spoke with Jane for a few minutes. Then she led the girl, her face smeared in pussy cream, towards me. I fought a groan as they approached. I wanted to grab Jane’s shoulders and kiss her, tasting Mary’s pussy on the girl’s lips.

She was such a cute Kitten.

“Jane tells me you frisked her,” Mary purred.

“I did, ma’am,” I answered. “I was very thorough.”

“I bet you were. You and your squad have done an excellent job today.”

I beamed at her. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Jane will be coming back to the hotel tonight. I’m commissioning a few paintings from her. The girl is truly gifted.”

Jane blushed and fidgeted.

“So I want you to keep on eye on her. She’s not bound, so she’ll have to be carefully watched at all times.” Mary’s smile was knowing as I snapped a salute.

“Yes, ma’am. She won’t leave my sight.”

Mary nodded. “Good, of course, this will cut into your free time, so you can pretend you’re off duty while watching her.” She paused, her green eyes twinkling wickedly. “If you feel the need to search her at any time, do not hesitate. You can’t be too careful.”

I fought off a grin, keeping my professional mask. “I won’t, ma’am. You and your husband’s safety is my number one priority.”

“Of course, 24.” Her grin was so naughty.

I caught 23’s eyes across Mary’s shoulder. I casually smoothed my skirt and 23 gave me the barest hint of a nod. We had longed worked out a code—

The floor beneath 23 opened up in a groaning crack and a burst of concrete dust. Surprise flashed across her face, and then she fell with a scream, vanishing into the new craggy hole. My heart seemed to squeeze in pain, and a strangled cry escaped my lips.

Demons boiled out of the hole a heartbeat later. 23 screams were cut off by the clang of the devilish attackers. They were thick, brutish creatures made of obsidian, their facets reflecting the museums lights.

My hand moved without thought. Jan was hurt, maybe dead. I gripped my Nextel off my belt and pressed the call button.

Jan couldn’t be dead; we were going out to dinner tomorrow.

The Nextel chirped, connecting me to the network.

We were going to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

“Spectre, spectre, spectre!” I shouted, the code word for demons. The Patriots were attacking us.

Jan would be fine.

I drew my gun; it would be useless against a demon. But what else could I do?

“Copy, spectre!” my Nextel crackled. “The Legion’s coming.”

Guns opened fire, bullets harmlessly bounced off the demons. We didn’t have any of the special ammunition enchanted to hurt demons. A spike of obsidian streaked through the air and caught 55 in the throat. She fell in a spray of blood. I shoved Mary behind me, shielding her with my body and turned—

Something black streaked into me. The air exploded out of my lungs. Pain burst in my chest.

I staggered, blinking in shock at the spike of obsidian rammed into my torso. The rock was planted right between my breasts. I tried to say something, but tasted only crimson. The room spun around me. I toppled back into Mary. Then hit the ground.

Darkness swallowed my world.

Sounds echoed around me, distant and remote.

Women screamed.

Guns fired.

Someone cried in fear.

Crystals shattered.

Men shouted.

Booted feet thumbed.

An explosion shook the air.

Automatic gunfire erupted.

“Tsariy!” screamed a female voice.

Warmth flooded through me. I spasmed. The energy gathered in my chest, driving out the spike of obsidian out of me. It then settled into my wounds. I gasped as my shattered ribs and sternum knitted themselves, my lungs healed, blood vessels grew through me, and my skin slid over the hole that once gaped in my chest. My eyes shot open.

Mary knelt over me, blood splatted across her cheeks. Rage mottled my features.

“What happened?” I gasped, confused.

“You’ll live,” Mary answered, her words brusque. She darted away from me and knelt before another fallen bodyguard. Scarlet light engulfed the wounded woman, healing her.

I struggled to sit up. The museum wing was full of soldiers now, the members of the legion, the army sworn to Mark. Piles of obsidian lay scatted across the floor, the demons destroyed. More people lay on the ground, blood spreading from their bodies. A craggy hole yawned open in the—

“Jan!” I screamed, shock jarring my memory. I bolted to my feet. Where was she? I cast my gaze around, my heart beating out of control. “Jan!”

99 was nearby, staring down at the body of 56. I darted to 99 and grabbed shoulders. “Where’s 23?”

“Don’t…” 99’s voice broke off. She shook her head, pain in her eyes.

I glanced at the hole. That last memory of my partner burned in my mind before she vanished into the hole with all the demons. My world ended.

I collapsed.

* * *

Much later, I found myself sitting on our bed in my hotel room. My tears had finally run dry. The last of the day was a blur to me of stumbling and horror. Jan’s valentine gift rested on my lap, my fingers stroking the ribbing sealing it shot.

I was the last of the original bodyguards left.

Her body had been found pinned beneath a chunk of concrete in the hole, dead before Mary could have ever reached her. The demons had dug their way from a building three blocks away. She had the bad luck to be standing beneath their exit. She wasn’t the only death, while our backup rushed in, a second wave of demons had attacked outside, engaging the Legion and Squads A and C. Jan was one of six of the bodyguards slain: one more from our squad, three from Squad C, and one from Squad A.

But we had done our duty and protected our charges.

When I had thrust Mary behind me, I took the obsidian spike meant for her. And thanks to 98 and 54, Antsy and Via had made it out alive, rushed down a hallway away from the carnage while Mary, using her powers, held off the demons long enough for backup to arrive.

My fingers tightened on the ribbon binding the gift. The last present Jan would ever give me. I felt the satin against my digits. One yank, and I would untie it, open it, discover what she’d bought me. I trembled, my shoulders shaking.

A keening whine rose from my throat.

I sat the present on my nightstand instead.

Maybe tomorrow I would be strong enough to open it.

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