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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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To contend with those who entered into Pacts with the Powers of the Abyss, the Gift of the Spirit was given to One Hundred and Forty-four Priests and Priestess. On the slopes of Mount Sinai, these men and women were charged with shepherding mankind. So beware Warlock of any man or woman whose spirit burns gold for they shall oppose you and strip you of all the power that you have so dearly paid for.

—Excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Sister Theodora Mariam – Phoenix, AZ

It was boring watching Tex’s house, but dealing with a Warlock could be dangerous. His Thralls were under his complete power. Controlling people with words, thoughts, or some other means was the most common wish Warlocks made. After that was usually wealth, youth, or beauty. Each of those women completely believed whatever Tex had told them, and they would obey him without hesitation. They wouldn’t even know they were slaves. It would only hit them when they were freed.

I knew from experience.

So I had to be careful. I was outnumbered, but I had tools at my disposal. Thralls were a double-edged sword. They could be turned against the Warlock. That was the best part. There was nothing like watching the look of dumbfounded surprise on a Warlock’s face when his slaves turn against him and help you to defeat him. My pussy moistened at the thought. If I could just find a way to draw one or two off, I could start to turn the tide into my favor.

The front door opened, and three women and Tex walked out. All three—the Hispanic woman from earlier; a woman that couldn’t be older than nineteen with honey-blonde hair and a round, fresh face; and Newt’s wife, Mable, a more mature, green-eyed beauty with black hair and lush tits—wore string bikinis that barely covered their nipples and pussies. They all giggled and pranced about their master, who was tall, handsome, and very muscular. He looked like a Greek god, and the sight of him made my heart beat a little faster.

Well, now I knew his second wish. Hopefully he didn’t wish for anything to creative with his third wish. There was one Warlock I had fought that had wished she could fly. That one had taken me two months to finally pin down and exorcise; the bitch kept flying around the country. She even made the tabloids, though everyone just claimed the pics were photoshopped.

The three women and Tex piled into his brand-new pickup truck. He probably stole it using whatever powers he wished for. If he could make women into Thralls, he could easily get a salesmen to give him a brand-new vehicle. It was a tight fit for all four, but Tex didn’t seem to mind, the pervert probably enjoyed their nubile bodies pressed against his. He backed his truck out like a sports car, whipping it around without caring if he hit someone, then peeled out, hauling ass down the street.

Two more girls walked out of the house, naked as the day they were born, and spread out beach towels on the front lawn. They both had nice tans, clearly how Tex liked his women. One was Korean, her body tanned to a dark-olive, the other was White and had a nice, golden tan covering her body. An idea popped into my head, and I rushed back into the kitchen and pulled the pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator.

After changing into my own, skimpy bikini—metallic blue—I stepped out onto the porch and waved at the sunbathing girls. “Looks hot,” I called. “Thirsty?”

The Korean girl sat up on her elbows, her perky breasts swayed gently. “I guess.” She glanced nervously at the petite, White woman who shrugged.

They stood up, walking across the street. They were of matching height, though the Korean had the larger breasts, which wasn’t saying much. The White woman’s hair was done up in pigtails and braces flashed in her mouth as she smiled. It made her seem younger, but there was a maturity to her face, and I was sure she was in her early twenties, not her late teens like she appeared at first blush. Both had their pussies shaved, and a silver piercing glinted on the Korean’s clitoris. Did she have that before Tex made her a Thrall, or was he the type that got off on piercing his slaves? The White girl didn’t have a single piercing on her, so maybe she had had it from before.

“Who are you?” the Korean asked, suspicion creasing her face. “This was Mabel’s house, and she didn’t say anything about you.”

“Yeah, she would have told Tex if such a beautiful woman lived with her.”

I smiled at them. “I’m Newt’s new woman. Since Mabel left him for Tex, he had to find someone else.”

“That makes sense,” the White woman nodded, her braces giving her a slight lisp. “Hmm, but your cute. Mabel has told us all about how unsatisfying her husband was. I bet you wish he was a real man.”

“Tex is a real man. Mabel loves his cock. That’s why she ditched Newt,” the Korean added.

“I see. He sounds like a real winner,” I smiled. “I’m Theodora, by the way.”

The Korean giggled. “I’m Sally, and that’s my wife Raelene.”

“Your wife? Then whose this Tex you keep talking about.”

“Our husband,” Raelene answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He married us, and we married each other. We’re one big, happy family. Very happy.” She laughed wickedly, nudging Sally.

I smiled, eyeing their bodies. “So it’s just one big orgy over there?”

“Yep.” Lust burned in Raelene’s hazel eyes as she eyed my body. “You should come over. You’d fit in.”

Sally reached out and touched my stomach. “You’d make a great wife for our husband.”

“Ditch Newt and join us,” Raelene purred.

“Umm, it does sound interesting.” I pushed my fingers into my bikini bottoms, coating them with my juices, then I held them up. “Look at how wet you two are making me.”

“You are perfect,” Sally nodded, sliding her hand up to cup my breast through my bikini; her fingers felt wonderful.

I struck; my glistening fingers streaked for Sally’s smooth forehead. I quickly drew the Mark of Qayin, a circle with a diagonal line slashed through it, on her forehead. “Shama!” I shouted. The Mark flashed with white light and Sally stumbled back, gaping, then collapsed in a stupor on the ground. The Shama prayer would only keep her stunned for a few minutes.

“What?” gaped Raelene, frozen with surprise.

Before she could move, I pinned her against the porch railing, drawing the Mark of Qayin on her forehead, then I shoved my hand between her legs, wiggling my fingers into her tight, warm snatch. A different prayer was needed for her, one that required her to cum. She struggled, trying to fight me off. I grabbed her left arm with my free one, holding it in an iron grip.

“Doesn’t that feel nice,” I purred into her ear, pumping my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. “Don’t fight. Just give in to the pleasure.”

I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her braces were rough against my tongue. I ground harder on her clitoris, thrusting my fingers rapidly in and out of her juicy depths. Her free hand tried to grab my wrist and pull it out of her pussy, even as her arousal grew and her pussy flooded my hand.

“Please,” she gasped, pulling her head away from my kiss and turning her face. “Stop!”

I licked her ear. “Why? Don’t you like my fingers? Don’t you want to cum? Just relax and enjoy it, baby.”

“No, I don’t like it,” she protested.

“Then why are you so wet?”

She froze, then looked at me with wide, hazel eyes. She looked so innocent with those pigtails, and I almost relented, but this was the only way to defeat Tex. I was molesting Raelene to free her. It was the only way; I just wished it didn’t make me so wet. But there was something so primal and satisfying making a pretty, young woman submit to your advances.

“You love my fingers, slut! Don’t you?” I purred. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” she moaned. Some of the fight went out of her. Being made a Thrall made someone more easily dominated—she was already primed to being taken. “Oh, God, that feels nice!”

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? I want to feel your juicy cunt spasming on my fingers.”

“I am!” Raelene moaned. “I’m gonna cum! Keep fingering me! Oh, my words! Oh, yes!”

My fingers pumped like lightning inside her juicy depths. Her cunt tightened and her breath came in quick, ragged gasps. I kissed her again, savoring her sweet taste, and the youthful feel of her braces on my tongue. Her resistance fled, and I let go of her. She wrapped her arms around me, humping her hips into my hand. I grabbed her tiny breast with my free hand, pinching her small, pink nipple. Her body started to shake.

“Are you about to cum?” I hissed.

“I am! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!”

Her pussy bore down on my fingers, then spasmed and suckled at them. Her Hazel eyes rolled, and she moaned and gasped. “Zanah!” I shouted. The Mark of Qayin flared white on her forehead and she went docile in my arms, staring at me blankly like she had been hypnotized. Well, in a way she had.

“Go across the street, lie down, and sunbathe. Act normally.”

“Yes,” she murmured in a daze. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and she stumbled away in a trance. I winced as she stepped into the road without even looking for traffic; I hadn’t given her that instruction. Luckily, no cars drove by, it was on a quiet cul-de-sac. She reached her towel, and stretched out, suddenly coming out of her trance.

She was my weapon now, ready to spring at my command.

Sally stirred; the Shama prayer wearing off of her. I grabbed her arms, and dragged her inside the living room. I needed some information, and Sally would be more than happy to answer my questions once I was finished with her.

To be continued…

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