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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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The Adversary has a thousand tendrils poking into the soul of mankind, sprouting like weeds. We are merely the gardeners. We cannot stop the weeds from sprouting, we can only rip them from the soil before too much harm is done.

—–excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Sister Theodora Mariam – Phoenix, AZ

Idelle flushed the toilet, then wiped my pussy for me. I was still bound and gagged, but Natalee had saw my fidgeting and didn’t want me “pissing on the couch like a dirty bitch.” Just one more humiliation I had to endure to accomplish my mission. The black girl took a firm grip of my bound wrists, and marched me back into the living room.

Idelle curled up on the couch, pulled my head back down, and resumed stroking my hair like I was her cat. She was a sweet girl, and I tried to remember that she was a Warlock’s Thrall, because I wanted to rip her tongue out. She just would not shut up.

“Tex loves it when you just lick the tip of his cock,” she told me. “He has the best cock, did I tell you that?”

Yeah. A thousand times! I screamed into my gag.

“I know! You can’t wait. Once Tex has you sorted out, we’ll be the best of friends. I’ll lick your pussy, and you’ll lick mine. And we’ll cum and cum. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

The door opened. Idelle squealed. Tex was home.

Thank God.

My head slid off her lap as she leaped to her feet and bounced against the couch cushion. I heard a sloppy kiss. The three girls that went with him—Mable, Paloma, and Kimberlee—walked around the couch and all smiled down at me. Mable grabbed my shoulders and sat me upright.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing?” she smiled. “Are you going to be our new wife?”

She had a warm soul. I would see her freed and reunited with her husband.

“How was your day?” Natalee asked in the background.

“Just fine,” he answered. Their kiss was even sloppier than the one Idelle had bestowed. “And how’d yours go?” His voice was surprisingly tender with her.

“I have a surprise for you,” Natalee answered, sounding like a loving wife. How could they sound so normal?

“I see that.” Another kiss. “What’d I ever do to land such a wonderful woman like you.”

“Just lucky,” she laughed.

It disturbed me how much they loved each other. He was a vile Warlock, and yet she seemed fine with all his disgusting behavior. Of course, she didn’t seem to have any problems forcing me to eat her pussy. But to hear them sound so…normal with each other; I shuddered. If their house wasn’t full of naked women that worshiped him, they’d just be a regular couple that had been married for more than a few years, comfortable in their love.

It made me sick. If they had that intimacy, why would they need to pollute it with this vileness?

“C’mon, meet the new girl,” Natalee purred, pulling Tex around the couch.

He was muscled like a middle-aged woman’s wet dream, combined with a chiseled chin, strong nose, and piercing, brown eyes that almost made me swoon, and I knew what sort of monster he was. I pushed down my lust, and let some of my fear bubble up, shifting on the couch away from him. If I was getting out of this mess, I’d need to play my part perfectly.

“Well, well,” Tex mused, eyeing me like a horse breeder examining a broodmare. “Where’d you rustle her up?”

“She wandered into the house,” Natalee shrugged. “Dressed like that. I didn’t ask why, but I did enjoy her pretty mouth.”

“And?”

“She sucks a mean pussy.”

Tex chuckled, then grabbed my hair, hauling me up. I shrieked in pain, muffled by the dishtowel, then his strong hands grasped my chin and forced me to look deep into his eyes. They were a deep brown, and so deep that I wanted to get lost in—

Focus, idiot!

“That’s it, look into my eyes,” he whispered. “You can’t look away, can you?”

I grunted yes.

“You want to do whatever I say. You live only to love me and Natalee and your fellow wives.”

I could feel his eyes trying to bore into my soul and chain me with his words, but I was armored by my Gift, a golden shield fending off his black commands. He didn’t know that; the Warlocks never did. So I nodded my head, playing along.

“You’ll do whatever me or Natalle tells you to do without hesitation, because you love us, right?”

I grunted, “Uh-huh,” and nodded my head vigorously, trying to make my eyes widen and melt, like a dewy maiden about to be ravished by a strong man.

“Good girl,” he smiled, reaching behind my neck and untied the pantyhose. “No need to keep you gagged. You wouldn’t scream, right?”

I nodded yes.

“Because you love me?”

Emphatic nod.

The gag loosened, then he pulled it out of my lips, wiping my cheek. “There you are. What’s your name?”

“Zhana,” I answered, my voice hoarse; Raelene, Sally, and Idelle all stiffened for a moment, their eyes slackening as I activated their triggers. No one else noticed, everyone was looking at me.

“What a pretty name. Eastern European?”

“Yes. Thank you for ungagging me, husband,” I purred, licking my lips.

“You’re welcome, wife,” he smiled, then gave me a quick peck on the lips; I wanted to shudder. “Let’s get you untied and introduce you to everyone.”

He reached behind me, untying the rope. I flexed my fingers, getting the blood pumping again and stood up, examining the situation. Natalle was nearby, Idelle behind her. Mable and Paloma were moving up, arms outstretched to hug me, while Tex stood back, beaming at his pets.

“I’m so wet for you,” I purred, shoving my fingers between my legs and moistening them. “See?”

Tex laughed, glancing at his wife. “She’s perfect.”

“Shama!” I shouted as I drew the Mark on Paloma’s forehead. White light flared and the curvy Hispanic woman fell backwards onto the floor, stunned by my prayer. I pivoted, drew on Mabel’s forehead, and prayed, light exploding on her forehead. Without a sound, Newt’s wife toppled back onto the couch, a dazed look on her face.

Tex’s head snapped back, his eyes widening in complete bafflement. “Zhana, what are you doing?”

“Get the bitch!” snapped Natalee. Though her tone was firm, her face had paled and her lips were tight with fear.

The only one that obeyed was Kimberlee, the other three Thralls were under my powers, standing still, and waiting for my commands. Kimberlee rushed me, her small breasts bouncing, nipple rings flashing gold. I fell into a combat stance; unlike in the kitchen, I wasn’t caught off guard. My hand flashed out, grasping her outstretched arm, twisting, and knifing my damp fingers at her forehead and drew the Mark with a practice flourished.

“Shama!” I shouted and she fell with a brilliant flash.

“What the fuck are you?” Natalee asked. “And you bitches, why ain’t you helping?”

“Idelle, attack Natalee,” I commanded. “Sally and Raelene, subdue Tex.”

Tex laughed. “You really think my women would ev—” Sally and Raelene leaped on him.

None of the three Thralls under my prayer made a noise. They moved like they were in a trance. Idelle’s arms wrapped around Natalee’s throat and pulled the woman back in a choke hold. The big-titted woman flailed her arms and melons as she struggled to escape, while Tex thrashed about, trying to pry Sally and Raelene off of him. He shook his arm, and the Korean Thrall fell backwards into a chair. Sally stood up without a sound and threw herself back into the fight.

I grabbed the lamp off a nearby end table. It was long, tapered, made of brass, and had a good deal of weight. I walked up to the struggling Tex, drew it up, and slammed it on his head. He staggered back, crashing into a glass cabinet that held a collection of cheesy plates with kittens drawn on them. Glass and porcelain shattered, raining around the large man as he crashed to the floor.

Sally and Raelene were on him. He tried to fight, but his limbs were sluggish. Blood leaked from his scalp, staining the carpet and his brown eyes were dazed. I dropped the lamp, picked up the rope and walked over and tied his feet.

“Who are you?” he slurred as I flipped him over.

“Sister Theodora Mariam,” I answered and, with Sally and Raelene’s help, I bound his hands behind his back. “A nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene.”

Hands tied, I rolled him back over. He stared up at me. “I don’t…what? Who?”

“I fight raping lowlifes like you and your wife,” I spat and kicked him hard in the side. “Sally, Raelene, help Idelle subdue Natalee.”

Without a word, they calmly walked over and Tex’s wife was quickly overpowered, the Thralls binding her with the vacuum cleaner’s electric cord. I heaved Tex out of the ruin of the glass case, trying to avoid cutting my feet on the glass. I wasn’t so careful with him. He deserved every little cut for what he did to these women.

“Please,” Natalee begged. “We’ll do anything. We can get you anything. My husband has powers!”

“I know,” I smiled. “That’s why Heaven sent me here. Man wasn’t meant to possess these unholy abilities.” I hauled his pants down, exposing his rather endowed cock. I stroked him, running my thumb over his cock. He responded, hardening beneath my grasp. “I’m going to pleasure your cock, and when you cum, I’ll exorcise your wishes. You’ll be back to the same, pathetic losers you were before you sold your souls.”

I relished the look of fear in his eyes. “Please,” he blubbered.

I stroked him. “You made your choice, and I am the consequence.” I drew the Mark of Qayin on his forehead, the focus for my prayer. My hand jerked him faster and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “These women will remember what you did to them. And the men you’ve humiliated, the cops you hypnotized, all of them will be free. You’ll pay for the crimes you’ve committed.”

“I won’t cum!” he declared, thrashing on the floor.

“Sally, Raelene, and Idelle! Help me hold him down!”

The Thralls obeyed me.

The four of us held his thrashing, bound body down. This was taking too long, and the other three Thralls would be stirring, waking up from the Shama prayer. They’d be more than willing to help Tex once they were fully conscious. Sighing, I straddled him. I wasn’t Sister Louise—she got off on fucking a Warlock and watching the fear in his eyes as her pussy brought him closer and closer to cumming—but I would do what I had to.

And my pussy was the fastest way to get the asshole off.

He was thick, and I couldn’t help moaning in pleasure. His face twisted, and a groan escaped his lips. “That’s right,” I purred. “My pussy feels amazing. And you’re a red blooded man with the constitution of a twenty-year-old. It won’t be long before your spewing in my pussy.”

“Fight, Tex!” moaned Natalee. “Don’t let the little hussy win.”

“He can’t fight,” I laughed. “He can’t keep from cumming. It’s simple biology. My pussy feels amazing. No man can resist the pleasure of my embrace!”

I bounced harder, arching my back. My breasts bounced and jiggled. I ground my clit into his groin and pinched my hard nipples. His cock was thick, stretching my cunt and igniting every last never in my sheath. My pleasure was growing. His face was red, and he bit his lip, straining and fighting with ever last ounce of strength he had.

“Oh, yes! Feel how warm and wet I am! You can’t resist! Cum in me! Surrender your power to me!”

“No!” he groaned. “I…won’t!”

“You will!” I rotated my hips, bouncing faster and squeezing down with my cunt on the upstroke. “Just let go and flood my pussy!”

“No, no, no!”

“Be strong, Tex,” cried Natalee. “You can do it! I believe in you, honey.”

“Oh, Natalee. I can’t! She feels too…oh, fuck!”

His cum erupted inside me.

“Shalak!” I screamed as my own climax erupted inside me.

Power rushed out of Tex, red and vile, straight into my body, into my soul, where my golden Gift absorbed it, devoured it, and washed it clean. Frank’s body rippled. His muscles sagged and ballooned into loose fat. His handsome face grew thick and ruddy, and his hair receded to a bald spot.

“No!” he screamed. “Please, no! Give it back! He promised I would have it forever!”

“He’s the Prince of Lies,” I smiled, standing up.

Natalee sobbed nearby, no longer the supermodel. Her tits were the same size, but she had swollen into a mass of flesh, a beached whale blubbering on the living room floor. “No! I was perfect! Why? Why’d you take this from me? Give it back!”

The six former Thralls blinked, looking around, and then the horror of had happened fell upon them. The tears filled their eyes, rolling down their cheeks.

“I know,” I whispered, pulling Mable into my arms. “Lord help me, but I know.”

To be continued…

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