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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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Tracing the movements of Sister Theodore Mariam, like all the nuns of the Order of Mary Magdalene, proved impossible. That she played a devastating role in the rise of the Tyrants is obvious. One simply has to witness the Miracle to see her hand at work.

—–excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Sister Theodora Mariam – Phoenix, AZ

I stretched Sally out on the living room floor, her perky breasts jiggling wonderfully, topped with dark-brown nipples. She was a beautiful woman, her lithe body tanned a rich, dark-olive, with slim hips and a completely shaved pussy; her slit so tight my mouth watered. While I mostly liked men, Sister Louise had taught me how to love a woman on a California beach in the weeks after she freed me from Kurt.

She was one of Tex’s Thralls. I had been sent to Phoenix to exorcise a Warlock, a man who had made a Pact with the Adversary, selling his soul for three wishes. My search had led me to Tex. He had enslaved this woman, and several others, and I would see them all freed. Especially Mable.

That was my duty. I was Sister Mariam Theodore, a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene, sworn to fight the darkness and liberate all those poor souls enslaved by wicked men and women like Tex.

I was in Mable’s house across the street from Tex’s. Mable had been stolen from her husband Newt by Tex, her mind controlled by the Warlock and turned into his sex slave. Dealing with a Warlock was dangerous and before I could make my attack I needed some information from Sally. And to do that, I needed to make her cum.

After fingering Raelene to an orgasm, my pussy burned for satisfaction. Sally was coming around; the Shama prayer that had stunned her was wearing off. I knew I shouldn’t do this, but since all my sins were forgiven, and I was saving this woman, I gave in. I straddled her face, gently placing my pussy against her mouth, aching for a nice cum.

Her breath was warm on my vulva, tickling and driving me crazy with anticipation. Her legs started to move, her head shifted sightly, pinned between my thighs. I grabbed her arms, leaning over her, ready to subdue her. She suddenly struggled, fighting to escape.

“What the hell?” she gasped. “What’s going on!”

“You’re going to eat my pussy,” I purred, pressing my aching sex into her lips and rubbing across her face. Her response was muffled. “Just start licking, Sally. Eat me! You’re not getting up until you do.”

She shouted something that sounded like a no.

I ground my pussy harder against her. I was dripping wet, smearing my juices across her mouth and chin. I was so wet, I surely must be leaking juices across her face. She thrashed again, but I was stronger than her, my body pinning hers. I leaned over more, pushing my face between her thighs and inhaling the spicy flavor of her desire.

“Just lick, slut!” I commanded. “You’re not getting back to your husband until you make me cum!” Tex had made all his sex slaves think they were his wives—the pervert.

Her thrashing stopped. She breathed heavily on my cunt.

“Lick me, bitch!”

Her tongue pushed through my aching labia into my pussy. Pleasure rippled out, a slow wave matching the slow swipe of her tongue. I groaned, shuddering. So wonderful. She took another lick, and a third. She probed me, sucking my labia into her lips, then her tongue found my clitoris, flicking gently at the sensitive nub.

I buried my face into her snatch, and devoured her. She tasted wonderful. Spicy musk covered my tongue, filling my mouth. I drank her as I sucked and licked. She moaned into me, the sound vibrating through my sensitive folds. I wiggled my tongue into her pink hole, her pussy twitching about it as I used my nimble organ as a tiny cock, my chin nudging her clitoris. She loved that, bucking and moaning beneath me, and munching my pussy harder.

Her moans grew louder, and her body began twitching beneath mine. I sucked and kissed and tongued her vulva, moving closer and closer to her clitoris. Her teeth nipped at my clitoris, and I gasped. She did it a second time, and my orgasm suddenly exploded through me. I shuddered atop her, flooding her face with my sticky juices.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, shoot! That’s it! Make me cum! Oh, yeah!”

One last shudder passed through me, then my orgasm faded away. I buried my face back into her tasty pussy, lapping and sucking. I needed to make her cum. She gasped and moaned, still nuzzling my pussy, and building a second smaller orgasm inside me. I nipped at her clitoris, and she thrashed beneath me, spicy juices squirting out of her cunt and drenching my face.

I lifted my head up, her moaning lips setting off my second orgasm, and gasped, “Rechem!”

I rolled off of Sally, she lay panting on the floor, her face sticky with my juices. I flipped around, stretching out on the carpet next to her, and licked my juices off her mouth, unable to resist tasting my own spicy flavor. Sally didn’t say anything, she just kept staring at the ceiling.

“Sally, how many women, besides Raelene, are still in the house?”

“Two,” she answered, her voice a monotone drawl. “Natalee and Idelle.”

I smiled; the Rechem prayer was working. Any Thrall under its effects would tell me anything I wanted to know, even if their Warlock had forbidden them to speak of it. I had bypassed his control on her soul. I started questioning her and planning my next move.

To be continued…

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