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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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Which Tyrant committed the worst crimes? Mark’s are obvious. He led, but Mary followed. There is no question that Mary was once dominated by Mark and made into his Thrall. Yet early on it was clear she had become a Warlock in her own right. She witnessed what Mark was capable of doing with his powers and embraced the depravity. She had no compunction at twisting lives to her whim, and she did it after having her own life warped.

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

Mary Sullivan

There were still hours to kill before I made my Pact with the Devil tonight. And I was nervous as hell as we left Mike. My anger at my ex-boyfriend for cheating on me for a year was slowly consumed by my fear of what was going to happen tonight.

“You okay, Mare?” Mark said as we climbed into his car.

“I…I don’t know,” I sighed. “It’s all starting to feel so real.”

“You hungry?”

“Not really,” I muttered.

“I think I know how to take your mind off this.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Depraved sex?”

“Dinner. There’s this great Japanese Steakhouse in Spaneway. Great food and its entertaining to watch the chefs.”

“Yeah, why not.”

I didn’t think I could eat, but it sounded better than doing nothing.

It was a fifteen minute drive down Pacific Avenue, past the Starbuzz I used to work at. I smiled, remembering the orgy we had yesterday morning. I wonder if Cynthia was happy with Vivian? I hope they were. If Mark could make people think they loved each other, was that so bad so long as they were happy?

The restaurant resembled nothing more than a warehouse. I stared in at Mark as if he was crazy. Between the corrugated metal walls and a tin roof, I couldn’t believe this was a nice restaurant. Or even a clean one.

“C’mon, Mare,” Mark said.

“Okay,” I sighed, trusting Mark.

Once inside you wouldn’t know it’s part of a shitty warehouse. Rice paper walls and dark wood made it seem like a traditional Japanese house. The art on the walls were reproduction Japanese woodcarvings and watercolor painting. Simple, austere paintings of birds, flowers, waterfalls, or Mt. Fuji with a Haiku written in Japanese characters. The waitresses were dressed in simple kimonos, black, with red flowers and cinched with red, wide sashes tied in elaborate bows at the small of their back.

“Hai,” the waitress bowed when she walked up. “Welcome to Samurai, this way please.”

I could see the gleam in Mark’s blue eyes and I wondered if anything naughty was going to happen.

The waitress led us to a circular table with a black, flat grill in the center. Another couple was already sitting there; a boorish man, short and round, his black hair greased back and dressed in an ill fitting, gray suit and red silk shirt without a tie. His date was a very attractive woman, porcelain face surrounded by black ringlets of hair. Her lips were pouty and begging to be kissed, covered in a dark red lipstick. She wore a sleek red dress, fitting tightly to her curves and falling to her ankles.

“Hi, I’m Diane,” she warmly greeted, her breasts jiggling in the oval, keyhole cutout.

“I’m Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark,” I introduced, smiling warmly at Diane.

“I’m Keith,” the boorish man said. He started to say something, when his phone rang. Without even excusing himself, he answered the phone, turning away from Diane and talking quietly.

“That’s the second time he’s done that,” Diane complained to me.

“Have you been dating long?” I asked.

She shook her head. “First date, and let me tell you it’ll be the last one. I think I’m done with online dating for a while.”

I giggled. “Well, I’ll keep you company, anyway,” I said, adjusting my posture to emphasize my chest in the white, corset dress I was wearing. I saw her eyes flick down to my cleavage; a ghost of a smile played on her red lips.

Keith hung up the phone and immediately badgered Mark about sports, mainly the Seattle Seahawks. Mark clearly wasn’t a sports guy—unlike my ex-boyfriend, Mike—and he muddled along as best he could. Keith didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care, as he launched into a tirade about how this year the Seahawks were going to the Super Ball and that the refs better not screw them over like last time.

Not once did Keith acknowledge his date at all. What an asshole.

A waitress took our orders and a few minutes later a Japanese chef arrived with a tray full of cooking supplies. He oiled the grill and diced the meat and vegetables with impressive flair, tossing food into the air. He was quite talented, making funny jokes. It was clearly a well rehearsed and pretty entertaining performance. He even somehow sliced an onion and stacked it into a cone with some amazingly fast knife work, and then steam poured out the top, like a little onion volcano.

“Wonderful!” I clapped my hands, delight bubbling through me, and then casually rested one on Diane’s thigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, Diane smiled, grabbing a piece of grilled meat with her chopsticks and popping it into her mouth. Mark saw my hand on her leg and winked at me, squeezing my own thigh. Diane shifted in her seat causing my hand to slip down between her thighs.

“There are such wonderful surprises at this restaurant,” she smiled.

I slid higher up her thigh. “Definitely.” Then, feeling real bold, I turned towards Diane, allowing my short skirt to ride up and spread my legs, flashing my naked pussy at her.

Diane licked her lips, then grabbed a piece of meat on her chopsticks and said, “You just have to try this.” As she brought it to my lips, her other hand slipped down and rubbed deliciously at my vulva for a moment; I moaned appreciatively. Her fingers came away damp and she licked them, savoring my flavor.

“That’s a tasty sauce,” I grinned, pushing my hand higher up her thigh until I was brushing her pantie covered pussy.

“Very tasty,” Diane purred as I stroked her. She was wet, her juices bleeding through her panties. “You have got to try the other one.”

I pulled my fingers out from between her thighs and sucked them between my lips. Her sauce had a sweet, tangy flavor. “That is wonderful.”

“I gotta use the restroom,” Diane said with a casual air. Her date was on his phone for the third time and didn’t seem to even hear her.

“I’ll join you,” I answered, acting just as casual.

I kissed Mark as I rose and he whispered, “Have fun.” Mark was a great guy, very understanding. I’m glad I decided to stay with him. One of the waitresses walked by and Mark’s eye flicked over to her ass swaying in the kimono. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he stuck his dick in the cutie.

Actually, I’d be surprised if he hadn’t.

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Mark Glassner

Mary and her new friend disappeared into the bathroom, sharing sultry glances, and I had the feeling my filly was about to get naughty in there. I grinned, glad she had found a release for her stress. I knew she was worried about meeting with the Devil tonight.

Fuck, I was nervous, too.

“Hey, man, what do you think of Seattle’s defense. The LOB is—”

“Shut up,” I growled, irritation flashing through me. I was tired of this boor. I hadn’t used my powers, wanting to give Mary a normal, relaxing dinner, but she was having her fun and it was time to have some of my own.

One of the sexy waitresses in their kimonos walked by. I reached out, grabbing the end of her sash and pulling on the bow tied at the small of her back. She whirled around, her porcelain face growing red with outrage. “Sir, do not touch my obi. I will—“

“Let me fuck you. Your little pussy is growing wet and just wants to feel my cock buried to the hilt in you.”

Her cheeks stayed red, but desire, not anger, burned in her eyes. Her head nodded, her eyes looking down with submission. My cock throbbed.

Still holding the end of her obi, I grinned at the boorish guy and pulled her behind a rice paper triptych painted with watercolors. I pressed her against the wall, pulling her loosened kimono opened. Her body was petite, clad by plain, boring panties and a bra. I shoved her panties to the side, a thick, black bush covering her pussy, and buried into her.

“Fuck, your tight,” I groaned, hammering my cock away.

I closed my eyes while she gasped on moaned, her pussy squeezing hot and wet about my cock, and pictured Mary in the bathroom. I wonder what they were doing. Was Mary sucking on Diane’s hot little pussy, or was my filly riding her face, smearing her shaved cunt about Diane’s hungry mouth.

My hips thrust faster as I imagined Mary’s sweet cries as she came. I shuddered, groaning, and fired off a big load of cum into her pussy. I pulled out, breathing heavily. It was a quick cum, just enough to take the edge off.

“Thanks,” I grinned, leaving her panting and gasping, her body aroused but not satisfied. “You better go get cleaned up.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, wrapping her kimono back together.

I went back to the seat and Keith looked at me in amazement. “Bitch was hot for me,” I shrugged at him, grabbing another bit of meat. “You can speak again.”

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Mary Sullivan

“You are so hot,” purred Diane as we entered the bathroom.

Before I could react, she was pushing me up against the counter and plunging her tongue into my mouth. I sat up on the counter and wrapped my legs around her hips, my skirt riding up. I shoved my hand down her blouse and played with her firm, naked breast and hard nipple. I felt her nipple and marveled at how fat it was as I rolled it between my fingers.

Her mouth was hot and we kissed and moaned into each other’s lips. I was forgetting all about my problems as this beautiful woman made my pussy melt.

“Fuck, you are stirring me up,” I moaned after a few minutes of hot kissing. “I’m going to explode.”

“I have that effect on women,” laughed Diane.

Diane loosened the laces on my corset and my breast popped out. She bent down, kissing my freckled orbs and then sucking one of my tiny, dusky nipples into her mouth. Her lips were firm and gentle; she felts so good nursing my tit.

“Oh, my,” a woman gasp.

We froze, Diane’s mouth wrapped around my hard nipple and my hand down her blouse. One of the waitress had walked in. Her olive skinned flushed, her sash badly tied and her kimono in disarray. Mark had fucked her fast. He must have popped off almost right away in her pussy.

“Want to join?” I asked, licking my lips. I loved to lick Mark’s cum out of another woman’s cunt.

She looked down at the floor and quickly walked into the stall. Their was the rustle of fabric and then she started peeing. I was disturbed by how erotic that sounded; an image flashed of me pissing into Alison’s mouth. I moaned, glad Diane was sucking at my nipple again, distracting me from that perverse thought.

“Are you always this eager to fuck strange women in a bathroom?” I asked as she stroked my thigh.

“When I go clubbing, I love fucking strange women in the bathroom or on the dance floor,” she moaned and then sucked my other nipple into her mouth. “Last night, I had a hot threesome.”

“What about your date?” I asked, confused.

“I’m bi,” she answered. “Girls are fun, but I prefer men for long-term relationships.” She slid down and spread my thighs and licked up my wet slit. “What about you? You left your date quick enough.”

Mark had revealed to me my long buried, lesbian desires. “I’m bi. Mark knows what we’re doing. He likes watching me with other women. Sometimes we share them or watch each other. It’s so hot!”

There was a soft moan from the stall. I smiled, realizing the waitress was masturbating.

“Wow, wish I had a guy that special,” Diane said, then stuck her tongue deep into my pussy. Her tongue was amazing, flicking through me, stirring through my dripping, spongy flesh.

“Lick my clit, you fucking slut!” I moaned, wanting the waitress to know what was going on. “Eat my pussy, you nasty whore.” Diane seemed to like the dirty names, because her tongue was really digging into my pussy. I shuddered on her face when she suddenly nipped my clit. “Oh, you’re making me cum! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I gripped her curly, black hair and flooded her mouth with my juices.

Diane stood up, face smeared with pussy cream. I kissed her, enjoying my musk on her lips, spicy and sweet. “God, you’re a squirter,” Diane breathed.

“Fuck, you know your way around a pussy!” I panted; she beamed with pride.

I pushed Diane back against a tiled wall and slid down, pushing her skirt to the side to find a lacy, black thong. I pulled it off and her pussy was covered by curly, black hair, neatly trimmed, her pussy wet and pink at the center. She smelled tangy and sweet. I ran my tongue through the forest of black hair and across her juicy labia. She tasted heavenly.

“Ohh, your tongue is nice, slut!” Diane moaned. “Eat my sloppy pussy until I cum all over your slutty face!”

There was another muffled groan from the waitress in the stall as I dug my tongue deep into the warm wetness of her pussy. My hands gripped her firm ass, pulling her had against my mouth, stuffing my tongue as deep as I could inside her. She writhed, fucking herself on my tongue, smearing juices all over my face.

“God, you’re a good muff diver!” Diane moaned. “Fuck that nasty tongue up my twat, you fucking whore!”

She grabbed my hair and ground her pussy on my face, using me as a sex toy. It was so nasty; my own snatch was itching, eager for more pleasure. I slipped my hand down and fingered my own pussy, digging in deeply and searching for my G-spot. Diane moaned wordlessly, shuddering on my face and her pussy contracting on my tongue.

I found my G-spot, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure swelled inside me, and then I shuddered and moaned, joining Diane in a mind-numbing, shuddering orgasm. I howled into her pussy as I quavered, my sheath squeezing down on my fingers.

And then bliss flooded through me as my orgasm died down.

“That was amazing!” she purred, letting go of my hair. I stumbled back and sat on the tiled floor.

“Yeah!” I stood up, brushing dirt from my ass and stumbled to the sink, my legs weak from my intense orgasm.

I turned on a faucet and rinsed the pussy juices off my nose and cheeks, leaving some on my lips for Mark to taste. Diane joined me, looking just as messy as I felt. The toilet flushed and the waitress slowly walked out, flushed and breathless. There was a shy smile on her face and she washed her sticky fingers off in the third sink.

“We should get back,” I said. “Before your date misses you.”

Diane rolled her eyes. “He’s probably still on the phone. Christ, what a dick!”

The waitress gave a snort of laughter and we eyed her. She looked shyly away, finished washing her hands, and darted out of the bathroom.

“We should do this again,” I suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll take you to this hot club, the Clam Diver, and we’ll have a lot of fun in the bathroom,” she said. “No boyfriends though, it’s a girls only kinda place.”

“Sure, sounds fun.” We swapped phone numbers and kissed one last time.

Keith was oddly silent, staring at my boyfriend as he ate, disbelief on his lips. Mark stood up and I kissed him, letting him taste Diane’s delicious cunt. “Thank you,” I whispered as he held out my chair like a gentleman.

Mark smiled. “You seemed more relaxed.”

I speared a slice of steak and realized as I chewed that Mark was right. I had so much fun with Diane that I completely forgot about the fact I was about to sell my soul to the Devil. All my stress was gone and I felt too much bliss pumping through me to worry about it right now. Diane was a very special woman and I wondered what are next liaison would be like. I smiled and speared some diced vegetables and popped them into my mouth.

That would wait until later, tonight I made my pact.

To be continued…

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