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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 world will never know of your toil, of the blood you shed in their names to protect them from the Darkness. Find your happiness where you may, for the Adversary never rests and the war is never won.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

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

Tex and Natalee were loaded into the backs of two Phoenix police cars. Both seemed stunned, staring blankly ahead. Cops and crime scene investigators were moving about, photographing the scene, talking to the six women that had been “kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the threat of force” by the pair.

Well, that was the lie I told the six girls to tell. It was close enough to the truth for the authorities. It felt great to defeat another Warlock, my heart singing, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I wanted to scream in triumph. I felt so alive—I needed to get laid.

My order, the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, were dedicated to hunting down Warlocks—those misguided men and women that had made Pacts with the Adversary, selling their souls in exchange for three wishes. Tex had used his wishes to collect a harem of women with his wife.

But he hadn’t counted on dealing with a nun. I exorcised his power and freed his victims.

“Are you okay, miss?” a paramedic asked me.

“I’m fine,” I told him, waving him away, my attention drawn across the street. Newt—the man that had led me to Tex last night—pulled up in his car, and leaped out of it. A Phoenix cop stopped him, and I could see him shouting. Then Mable, his captured wife, broke away, running awkwardly, she was barefoot, across the asphalt street, a blanket clutched about her naked form.

I smiled as husband and wife were reunited. Tex had made Mable say the most horrible things to her husband, breaking the pair up. I had arrived before their relationship had been damaged too much, and maybe they would be ale to weather this storm—my marriage hadn’t when I had become a Warlock’s toy.

“Miss, is there some place I can take you?” a cop asked me.

“The airport,” I answered. “I need to go home.” There was nothing more for me to do here, my task was done.

“Oh, sure. I can drive you,” he smiled at me. He was young, handsome, with a flattop haircut and mirrored sunglasses. So rugged. He opened the passenger door of his squad car, and I climbed in. I didn’t see a wedding ring on his hand.

“What time do you get off duty, Officer Erickson?” I asked him. Until I returned to LA, my papal indulgence was still in effect—to accomplish our mission, I and my fellow nuns would have to sin a lot, so we were forgiven a head of time. I needed to get laid, and since I could sin a little bit more, why not with this handsome cop?

“Not long,” he answered. “Why?” A smile ghosted his lips.

“Maybe we could get some drinks and I could thank you properly,” I answered.

His smile broadened. “Sure. Why not. I know this bar…”

I shook my head. “Bars are so…impersonal. How about somewhere more intimate? Your apartment, for instance.”

He gave me a look. “You’ve been through quite the ordeal today. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

I put my hand on his muscular forearm. “I’m going to have a great time with a handsome cop.”

“Let me just punch out,” he grinned, hefting my suitcase and throwing it into the trunk.

He held open the passenger door of his squad car, grinning at the other cops. He closed it and walked around, jumping into his seat. He glanced at his computer mounted between us, typing on the screen. “Okay, I’m off duty and released from the scene. I’m all yours, Theodora.”

“Good,” I purred, letting the yellow blanket the fire department had wrapped me in to slip off my shoulders and exposing my revealing bikini—his eyes fell to my youthful breasts.

There was something so sexy about cops in their blue uniforms stretched over their muscular bodies. I was growing wet in my bikini bottom as the cop raced us across Phoenix. I was pretty sure he broke a speeding law or three in his haste.

That was fine with me.

In no time we were at his apartment. He was kissing me as I stepped out of the cop car, pushing me up against the side of his car, the bulge of his cock pressing into my groin, stirring me up. He was so strong and powerful and I loved how helpless I felt.

I wanted to forget about all the degrading things Tex and his wife had done to me today. Getting screwed by this handsome cop was just the palate cleanser I needed. I would have screwed him right then and there in the parking lot, but another car pulled in next to us.

“Hey, Chad,” a guy said. “Fuck, man, another badge bunny?”

“Something like that,” Officer Erickson—or Chad, I guess—laughed, pulling away from me. “She was just begging for it at a crime scene.”

I flushed in shame as the other guy ogled me. Well, I had been begging for it. “Come on, stud, I don’t want to talk to your friend. I want to get screwed.”

Officer Erickson laughed. “The slut can’t wait.”

“Cool, Chad. Catch you later. You can tell me just how wild she was.”

“I’ll be wild,” I winked and the guy laughed.

The cop’s apartment was on the second floor of the stucco building, the setting sun pounding us with its heat. Phoenix was as hot as LA and I was thrilled that the AC had been left on in his apartment.

“Do you roleplay?” the cop asked, pulling a pair of handcuffs off his belt.

I grinned. “Why not.”

He seized my wrist with his strong grip. “You’re under arrest for soliciting sex from an officer.”

“Ohh, I’m so naughty,” I panted as I let him wrench my arm behind my back, the handcuff ratcheting about my wrists. A second flood of moisture wetted my bikini bottoms as he slapped the handcuff around my other wrist.

“You have the right to remain silent,” he said, his hands sliding up my side to squeeze my breasts in my bikini top, his lips right next to my ear.

“How can I remain silent when your hands feel that good?” I purred, his fingers pinching my nipples through my bikini top.

He pushed them up, exposing my breasts. I may be forty-four, but I didn’t look it. One of the Gifts nuns of my order received—besides the power to exorcise Warlocks—were the bodies of an eighteen year old, and my breasts were still perky. His strong fingers were sending pleasure shooting right down to my pussy.

“There doesn’t seem to be any contraband hidden in your top,” he grinned, giving my nipples one last squeeze. I better do a thorough examination of your bikini bottoms.”

“Oh, yes!” I groaned. “I’m so bad! Who knows what nasty things are hidden in my pussy.”

He turned me about, my breasts heaving. I faced him, still wearing those mirrored sunglasses as his strong hands slid down my stomach, pushing into my bikini bottoms and through my golden, damp curls. I groaned as his fingers played with my aching clitoris.

“Search me! Be thorough! Oh, yes!” His finger slipped inside me and I shuddered, squeezing my tight hole down on him. “That’s it! Get deep in me.”

“Hmm,” he groaned, a second finger slipping in, pushing deep into me. I arched my back, going up on my tiptoes for a moment as a stab of pleasure trembled through me. “I may need to get a closer look.”

He bent down, pulling a penlight from his pocket and ripped my bikini bottoms down. His fingers opened me up, shining his penlight into my depths. I felt so naked and exposed as he stared up into my pink depths.

“Everything looks normal,” he whispered. “So pink and tasty. And you’re so wet. Are you that much of a slut that you’re turned on by being arrested?”

“So much of a slut,” I groaned.

“Then I better make you cum and see if you force any contraband out of your pink depths.”

His face buried into my snatch, whiskers scratching at my sensitive labia. I gasped, his hands wrapping around my waist and seizing my butt, holding me upright. Bliss pumped through me, my body trembling as his tongue whipped hard and fast through my lips.

“Officer Erickson!” I groaned. “You bad cop! Umm, search my pussy!”

I shuddered and writhed my hips. The man knew how to eat pussy. His tongue was everywhere while his hands kneaded my plump butt. He ate pussy better than my husband.

I forced that thought away. There was too much pain remembering what the Warlock Kurt had stolen from me all those years ago. I concentrated on his lips, losing myself in the pleasure he was giving me.

My orgasm swelled within me. I threw my head back, blonde hair falling in my face. “Yes! I’m cumming! Oh, yes! That’s it!”

He drank the juices that flooded out of me. His hands kept a hard grip on me as I swayed. Bliss pumped through my veins. My knees went weak and I wanted to fall over. But he held me, feasting on my pussy, his lips finding my clitoris and sucking.

Another cum wracked my body.

“Shoot!” I groaned as he pulled his lips away.

“There doesn’t seem to be any contraband here either.” He stood up then seized my blonde hair and pulled me to his couch. Pain burned through me and I felt so helpless with my hands cuffed behind my back. He threw me over the arm of the sofa, my face resting on the cushions. His hand smacked my butt. “We still have one more hole to search.”

“Oh, shoot!” I gasped. “Do it! I’m a bad slut!”

His fingers slid through my pussy, pushing in deep. It took me a moment to realize he was lubing his fingers up because they were sliding into my butthole a moment later. I groaned, loving that burning sensation as my backdoor was violated. He pumped in and out of me, then added a third finger.

Another orgasm swelled with in me as I writhed on the couch, rubbing my cheek and aching nipples into the rough texture of the cushions. So wonderful. I humped my hips, rubbing my clitoris into the couch’s arm and that rough texture sent pleasure burning through me.

“I just can’t get my fingers in deep enough. I’ll need to use a longer tool.”

“Oh, yes!” I purred as I heard his belt thud to the floor than his zipper rasping open. “Screw my butt!”

He shoved his cock into my pussy, lubing himself up in my sopping depths. He was thick and long, spreading me open. I gasped when he pulled out, his wet tip sliding through my taint to my puckered butthole.

He pushed against me. I groaned as my sphincter burned open. The pleasure was stupendous as he drove slowly into me. I was stuffed full of wonderful meat when his groin pressed against my butt-cheeks.

Then he screwed me.

“Dirty whore!” he grunted, his couch shaking as he reamed my butt hard. “Take it! Take my thick, cop’s dick up your dirty ass! You can’t stop me! You’re just a fucking prostitute! This is all you’re good for!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I panted, pushing back into his strokes, my body responding to his degrading words. His strong hands ran up and down my supple back, pressing me down into the rough couch. “Screw me! Oh, shoot! You’re cock’s wonderful, officer! Screw my dirty, whorish butt!”

My orgasm burned hot through me. I screamed into the couch cushion. My bowels writhed about his wonderful shaft. His balls smacked against my taint as he screwed me harder, spurred on by my climaxing hole.

“Fucking slut!” he grunted as his hot cum flooded my butthole.

This was a great reward to saving those six women.

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Mark Glassner – Puyallup, WA

Mary enjoyed driving her new Eos. It cost $38,000 before taxes, but the dealership was happy to take just a dollar for the car. I had them fill out all the paperwork to make it all nice and legal, then I had thrown Alison the keys to my Mustang and told her to follow.

“Where to?” Mary asked as she turned her new car onto River Road.

“We’ll, it’s getting late. Why don’t we find our new house.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to take someone’s house.”

“Yep.” I winked at her.

“You are so bad. So where is our new house at?”

“Just follow my directions. I know were some beautiful homes are.”

“Sure.”

I gave her a few, quick directions that would take us back up to South Hill on Shaw Road.

The engagement ring box pressed against my leg in my pants pocket, and I wondered how and where I would propose to her. I wanted it to be special and romantic. “Mary,” I asked her as she drove us through downtown Puyallup. “Is there anything around the Puget Sound that you’ve always wanted to do?” I hoped I sounded subtle.

Mary bit her lip as she thought. It was one of the many, cute things she did. “I would like to see orcas swimming and frolicking.”

I frowned. “Orcas? Aren’t those out in the ocean?”

She laughed. “There are a couple pods that live in the Sound,” she said, incredulous that I, her boyfriend, could be so dumb.

“Okay. So you go to a pier or something.”

“No, there are these boats that take tours out into the Sound. Shelly, my friend from High School, went on one with her boyfriend. She said they were so beautiful and it was so very romantic.”

Romantic, huh. I wasn’t sure what was so romantic about watching big fish in the ocean, but Mary sure seemed excited. I could give that to her. If she wanted to see big fish, then I’d make that happen for her.

“How about you?” she asked.

“Huh?” I frowned.

“Any place you’ve always wanted to see?”

I thought for a minute. “The Space Needle. I’ve spent my whole life living an hours drive from it and I’ve never been up there.”

“Oh, it’s very beautiful and romantic up there,” she gushed, her freckled face lighting up. “And there’s this restaurant built up there. It slowly rotates so you can see all across Seattle, and the Sound. It’s so gorgeous.”

“Then you’ll have to show me how beautiful it is sometimes.”

Mary nodded her head. “I’d love to, Mark.”

A plan formed in my mind. I could use Alison to make the arrangements and surprise Mary with the entire trip.

My directions led us back up South Hill to where million dollar houses were built on the edge of the hill, overlooking the Puyallup River Valley with a stunning view of Mount Rainier. We turned into a neighborhood called Mountain View Estates.

“Wow,” Mary whispered, her eyes as large as saucers.

“Choose one,” I told her.

“And the owners are going to give it to you?”

“What do you think?”

“That you promised to tell me tonight how you make people do whatever you want. I’m dying to know.”

“You won’t like it,” I promised her, feeling a little uneasy.

I could see the curiosity burning in her green eyes—she wasn’t going to drop this. I wanted to tell her to forget it, to command her to stop being curious about my powers, but it felt wrong. I loved her, and I didn’t want to make her into my puppet. If she didn’t have free will, how could she actually love me back?

She looked around the block as we drove up the street, following the curve, then her eyes fell on a blue-gray, three story house, with white trim. Large windows faced the street and the yard was well manicured, with shrubs and decorative rocks. Mount Rainier—a majestic, snow-capped peak—loomed behind the house. I always had to pause and admire the beauty of Mount Rainier. No matter how many times I’ve seen it, and you could see it from anywhere in Pierce County, it never stopped looking majestic.

“This is the one,” she beamed, and pulled her Eos into the driveway of 2932 Mt. View Ct, turning off the car’s engine. “It’s gorgeous.”

To be continued…

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