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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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As the Tyrants reveled in Seattle, celebrating their engagements, the Order of Mary Magdalene had caught their foul trail. Sister Louise Afra began her reconnaissance, planning her attack to take down the Warlocks. She had never failed to exorcise her target.

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

Mark Glassner – Seattle, WA

I woke up with a splitting headache beneath a soft comforter. Strawberry-blonde hair filled my vision and a woman’s soft ass pressed back into my cock. Mary? Right, her hair was reddish? Christ my head hurt to much to think. My cock was hard with morning wood and Mary’s ass felt so nice. I shifted, my cock pressing between her sweet thighs. I rubbed it against her pussy and pushed into her hot depths. She moaned with a low, smokey voice as I started to fuck her.

“Mary?” I mumbled, that didn’t sound like her, the voice was too low to be my Mary’s. My mind slowly began to work again, and I remembered that Mary’s hair wasn’t strawberry-blonde, it was a darker auburn.

“Yeah, hun,” a sleepy voice murmured behind me, and another female body pressed up against my back.

“Who am I fucking?” I asked my fiancee.

“One of the waitresses,” she answered, her breasts soft and nipples hard on my back. Her hand stroked my side, resting on my hip.

“Waitresses?” I asked, and then last night came back in broken pieces.

I had proposed to Mary atop the Space Needle, and she had said yes; my heart had beat for joy. To celebrate, I had arranged for only the beautiful women of the wait staff of the Space Needle’s restaurant to remain, naked and willing. We had one wild orgy. Drunk on champagne, Mary and I had used and abused three of the waitresses: a raven-haired beauty named Korina, a blonde Swede named Ingrid and Xiu, the Chinese girl. I vaguely recalled fucking her ass hard and her loving it. And—

“Mare?” I asked, fucking the strawberry-blonde girl slowly, “did I make the Asian waitress our sex slave?”

“Yeah,” Mary answered, gently kissing the back of my neck. “She really got off on being hurt.”

“Did we make any of the other girls slaves?” I asked, struggling to remember.

After ass fucking Xiu, the rest of the night was just blurry pieces. Drinking champagne out of someone’s cunt, watching a Mary in a daisy chain. And a wild ride in a limo, fucking Fiona through the sun roof for all the world to see. Fiona, that was the name of the strawberry-blond girl I was fucking. She was one of the three other waitresses that had served Lana and Chantelle, our newly-wedded sex slaves we met yesterday.

“Mmhh, Master’s cock fills good in my twat,” Fiona moaned, sliding my hand up to her breast and wiggling her hips as I fucked her.

“Guess we did,” Mary said. “Geez, I don’t remember much of last night. Except, I think I gave Xiu a Brazilian wax using a candle. And that the dirty slut came while I did it.”

Mary’s hand slid down my waist, and she squeezed my buttock, then her hand slid down into my crack and she teased my asshole. I tensed. “What’re you doing, Mare?”

“Shh, just relax, I’ve always wanted to try this, but I never had the courage to with Mike,” Mary whispered and then I jumped as she jammed her finger up my ass.

It felt weird, and her finger slid deeper and I fucked my hips into Fiona, trying to get away from her invading digit. And then she touched something sensitive. Electricity shot through my body and my vision darkened as I came so hard in Fiona’s cunt. “Holy shit!” I moaned. “What the fuck did you do, Mare?”

She giggled. “I found your prostate. Did it make you cum hard, hun? I read in a magazine that it was the guy’s G-spot.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I liked it,” I said, frowning. I came hard but it just didn’t seem right to have anything shoved back up there. “It felt weird.”

Mary laughed, “You should try feeling a cock sliding up your ass then.”

“No, thanks,” I said, rolling over, pulling my cock out of Fiona’s cunt. She moaned in disappointment, then started to masturbate. I hugged Mary to me and kissed her on the lips. “Good morning, love,” I told her after the kiss.

“I feel pretty dirty,” Mary confided. “My mouth tastes likes sour pussy. Wanna take a shower with me?” She arched her eyebrows.

I grinned and slid out of the bed. We were in a luxurious suite in the Four Seasons Hotel in Seattle. I had Alison, our sex slave, make the reservations on Friday. The clock on the nightstand read 3:11 PM. I stretched and surveyed the room. It was a mess. We must have trashed the place last night.

I found another waitress passed out on the other side of Mary. She was a big-breasted, raven-haired girl with a doll’s face named Korina. On the floor, Xiu lay tied up with white twine and a beer bottle stuck up her ass. She gave me the happiest smile as she wiggled on the floor.

“Morning, Master and Mistress,” Xiu cooed. The twine that bound her was dug into her skin and her wrist were bound behind her back. Christ, the girl did like it rough.

“Where’s Chantelle and Lana?” I asked. We had met the two ladies yesterday while orca watching. They had been on their honeymoon when Mary took a liking to them, so we made them our sex slaves. And now, apparently, we had three more. We were growing quite the harem.

“I think you let them have their own suite,” Mary said, rubbing at her forehead. “So they could continue their honeymoon. I want to say you gave them a week to have fun before they had to come home.” Mary eyed me up and down, giving me a considering look. “Mark, I think you’ve lost some weight. You’re looking more fit.”

“Really?” I looked down and my belly looked flatter.

Since I made my Pact with the Devil, I felt a lot healthier. Maybe it was all the calories I was burning with sex, or maybe my wish to live a long, healthy life was slowly having its effect. Or maybe this was Mary’s Pact. She did wish us to stay young and beautiful, and I was hardly beautiful, or even handsome.

I picked up Mary, cradling her in my arms. Giggling, she threw an arm around my neck, and I carried my fiancee across the room and into the bathroom. It was huge, a large shower sat next to a Jacuzzi-style bathtub that could easily fit six or seven adults.

With a hiss, the shower turned on and we stepped in. The shower was warm and wet, and so was Mary. She was a stunning beauty, her auburn hair wet and plastered to her fair skin. Freckles dotted her face, shoulders, and round, pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and dusky. My eyes followed the curves of her hip and plump ass. Her pubic hair had been waxed, save for a fiery heart above her slit.

“Looking good, Mare,” I grinned, soaping my hands.

She turned, offering me her ass. “If you like how I look so much, why don’t you make sure I’m squeaky clean.”

“My pleasure,” I smiled, groping her plump butt-cheeks.

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Mary Sullivan

We soaped each other, caressing the other’s body under the pretense of washing. My nipples hardened as Mark played with them, and his cock throbbed as I washed his balls and stroked his cock. Feeling naughty, I knelt before him and took his cock lovingly into my mouth, sucking his girth while I fondled with his heavy balls.

“God I love you,” he moaned as I sucked and bobbed. I was happy to give him this pleasure.

I worked more and more of his cock into my mouth as the warm water fell on us. He brushed the back of my throat and I relaxed, swallowing his cock until my lips pressed all the way to his pubes. I swallowed, constricting my throat about his cock before pulling back.

Then I deep-throated him again.

“Oh, fuck!” Mark groaned. “I love it when you do that.”

And I loved kneeling before him, looking up at the lust in his blue eyes while his precum leaked into my mouth. I was so happy that I met Mark. We were going to have so much fun together. His balls tightened and I drew my mouth back up his shaft until only the tip remained between my lips.

“I’m gonna cum, Mare!”

I sucked harder, swirling my tongue about the tip of his cock, eager for his cum. He groaned, leaning back against the wall. And then he erupted his wonderful cum into my mouth with a low grunt. I swallowed as shot after shot flooded my lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groaned as the last blasts shot into my lips.

I slid my mouth off his cock, then tongued the slit to get out that last drop of his cum. I smiled up at him and he returned a boyish grin.

“God, I love you,” he moaned as I stood up.

I smiled, and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him with cum on my lips. He would never let a slut kiss him with his spunk staining her lips, but he didn’t care with me. He loved me so much, he was happy to kiss me at any time.

“You are the best,” he panted when I broke the kiss.

“I know!” I grinned.

“Let me repay you,” he told me. “You need to cum just as hard.”

He was such a sweetie.

He knelt down before me, the shower rolling down his body. He was definitely losing weight and muscles were forming. He was turning into quite the hunk. He spread my thighs and I smiled down at him, putting all the love and lust I could into my gaze.

“You are a magnificent woman,” he said. “You’re willing to share my lusts and perversions, and brave enough to indulge in your own perversions with me.”

“And you are quite the stud,” I moaned. “Make me cum, Mark. Make your filly cry out in bliss.”

“Gladly.”

He buried his tongue in me, sliding through my wonderful folds. I moaned like a wanton hussy, his tongue sucking on my labia then brushed my aching clit. I gripped his short, brown hair, guiding his lips to where I wanted to be kissed.

“Eat my pussy!” I moaned, “Oh, it feels so fucking good! You’re wonderful!”

He devoured me. His tongue explored my twat, searching out every sensitive spot inside my pussy. He found my clit and lashed it with his tongue. My moans and sighs echoed through the shower.

The pleasure was so intense. I squeezed my tits as I shuddered. I lifted my right leg, draping it over his shoulders. I shuddered, the heel of my foot sliding across his back as I shivered and gasp. He made love to my pussy, giving me such great pleasure. It swelled inside me.

“Oh, fuck! Eat me! Make your filly cum!”

Mark shoved his tongue deep into my hole, fucking me with his tongue, coaxing more and more pleasure out of me. I was on the cusp. And then I exploded. My heel dug into his back as my moans grew shrill.

I writhed as I came, my juices squirting out of me. Mark held me as my body slipped. I would have fallen down, but he held me, his lips locked to my cunt. He prolonged my bliss. He gave me as much pleasure as I could take.

I loved him so much.

But I needed more than his tongue.

“Ohh, that was nice,” I breathed, staring down at him, “but your cock would feel so much better in my pussy!”

* * *

Mark Glassner

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I pulled myself up with the shower bar, Mary’s arms wrapping about me. We kissed, my lips sticky with her sweet, spicy musk. One of her hands grasped my cock and guided me to her wet hole. She rubbed it around until she found the entrance.

I thrust.

I loved being in her. I buried all the way into her depths, resting in her velvet warmth. I savored my fiancee’s pleasant embrace, her flesh writhing about me. I wanted to just stay like this forever inside her. Kissing her. Loving her.

But my lust grew too great. I pulled back and thrust in again. Our wet groins slapped together as we made love in the steam. She bucked beneath me, her hands roaming my broad back, sliding down to squeeze my ass.

Our kiss broke and my lips found the gentle slope of her neck. “You’re so tight and wonderful!” I moaned into her ear. “My wet filly!”

Her tongue was wet on my ear. “Make me cum, my great stallion! Make me erupt!”

I pressed her back against the shower wall, grabbed the shower bar for support, and fucked her with a passionate urgency. Mary writhed on my cock, her arms clawing at my back in passion. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me tight as my hands grabbed her silky rear.

“Cum for me!” I whispered, my balls tightening. “Let me feel your orgasm on my cock. Suck my balls dry!”

Mary bucked in my embrace, her cunt milking my cock, desperate for my seed. With a groan, I obliged her and shot my cum hot and thick into her womb. “Oh, fuck, I love that feeling!” she moaned. “There’s nothing better than your guy shooting his hot passion into you!”

“There’s something to be said about the loving embrace of a woman,” I retorted, savoring the last caresses of her pussy as my cock softened in her depths.

“Hmm,” she sighed, nuzzling my neck.

I sat her down, my cock popping out. We kissed for a few minutes, but then the pressure in my bladder grew too great. I was in the shower, so I turned away from her and relaxed, pissing down the drain.

“That’s disgusting, Mark!” she gasped, her eyes fixed on my cock.

“What? You never piss in the shower?”

She shook her head. “God, that’s what toilets are for, Mark. Christ, what’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry, it’s what I’ve always done.” I shrugged, my stream dying.

“Well, not in my shower, mister!” she said, hands on hips. “Especially if I’m in the shower with you.”

“Fine, fine,” I said.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off. “Are you getting out?”

“Naw, it’s nice in here, why don’t you come back in?” I leered. “The pee all washed down the drain.

“I gotta pee, so would you mind…?”

“I don’t mind,” I answered.

“Fine,” she said, green eyes tightening with annoyed before she sat down on the toilet. I stared at her and she flushed red. “Don’t look?”

“I’ve seen you do some damned perverted things, Mare,” I told her. “Is watching you pee the line you won’t cross?”

She peered suspiciously at me. “You’re not going to want me to pee on you, next?” she asked. “Or do you want to pee on me?”

“No,” I said with a chuckle. “That’s pretty nasty.”

“Good, that’s the line,” she said, her urine splashing in the bowl. “If you want to do…that sorta thing, use one of the sluts.” An image of Alison writhing on the floor as I pissed, moaning in pleasure as I degraded her slutty body with my urine, filled my mind. My cock throbbed. Maybe I had to try that one day.

Mary stood up and grabbed some toilet paper and swiped it through her pussy lips before flushing the toilet. She leaned over, her pale, plump ass wiggling at me, and she turned the Jacuzzi tub on. The water poured in, steam rising up. She waited for the water to fill up, and slid in. Then the water started bubbling, and she adjusted herself. She smiled broadly and writhed in the Jacuzzi.

“Did you find one of the jets?”

She nodded slowly. “Come join me,” she said, waving an arm.

I shut off the shower and slid into the warm, bubbling water of the Jacuzzi next to Mary, wrapping an arm around her. “We’re going to need a bigger house,” I said.

“What?” she asked, voice thick with passion.

“Well, if we keep increasing the number of sluts we have, the Fitzsimmons’s house is going to get crowded.”

“We’ll build a big mansion,” Mary said. “With dozens of rooms.”

“And what’ll we do with so many sluts?”

“Put them to work. I’ve been thinking about this, they can cook, clean, tend the stables.”

“Stables?” I asked.

“For the horses,” she said, rolling her eyes. She was fond of doing that when I asked a stupid question. “And they can do the landscape and make us money.”

“Oh, how?” I asked. “Do we keep their paychecks?”

“No, no,” Mary said, shaking her head. “We can whore them out. Men’ll pay good money to sleep with our sluts!” My cock stirred at the thought of all our sweet sluts spreading their legs for money.

“I like that idea,” I said, stroking Mary’s thigh and bending over to kiss her freckled shoulder.

Mary moaned into the kiss as her hand found my cock beneath the bubbling water. “I can tell how much you like the idea,” she said, wickedly as she stroked my cock a few times. Then she straddled my waist, skillfully maneuvering my cock and slid down on my hard length. I groaned in pleasure as her silky, tight pussy engulfed my cock.

“Sometimes I wish that we could just stay like this forever,” she moaned. “My pussy impaled on my horny stallion.”

I kissed her lips, my hands fondled her firm breasts, and thought there could be no sweeter way to spend eternity. “I love you, Mare,” I whispered.

She smiled and leaned into my chest. “I love you, too, Mark.” She kissed me, deep and passionate. “Well, I have a friend who’s a real estate broker, I could see her, find us some land,” Mary suggested, when she broke the kiss.

“Yeah, okay,” I answered, her cunt gently squeezing my cock. “We’ll need cash.”

“No we don’t. You just tell people what to do and we’ll have what we need,” Mary objected.

“I can’t be everywhere,” I pointed out. “Well, I figure I would have to eventually rob a bank.”

“Ohh, you’re such a bad boy!” Mary cooed, and twisted her hips pleasantly on my cock. She was getting off on the idea. I vaguely recalled hitting a guy last night. He had insulted Mary, and she had fucked me passionately afterward. Maybe Mary had a thing for bad boys.

I could be plenty bad for her.

To be continued…

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