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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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H. Smilingfox: The party was wild. I had a blast. Mark showed us what true freedom was, Jessica.

J. St Pierre: Wow. And it doesn’t bother you that he drugged you.

HS: Not one bit. He showed me such wonderful delights and opened my eyes.

JP: How?

HS: To what we really are. Creatures that were made to love each other. There shouldn’t be divisions between us.

JP: So you don’t think you’re a victim of Mark Glassner.

HP: Absolutely not.

JP: And what about the three women he kidnapped. Your coworkers Fiona, Xiu, and Korina?

HP: They weren’t kidnapped. They were lucky. Mark chose to keep them. Ooh, I wish I had been chosen.

—Transcript from KIRO 7 interview of Hannah Smilingfox by Jessica St. Pierre, Monday, June 10th, 2013

Mary Sullivan – Seattle, WA

“All clean, Mistress,” Fiona reported to me as she crawled on the bed, snuggling against me.

“Good,” I smiled, and reached out and fondled her breast.

Mark pulled out of Xiu’s ass with a groan, white cum leaking out of our tied-up, Chinese slut’s asshole. He moved up the bed and lay beside me, sandwiching me between him and Fiona, his strong arm going around my shoulders.

“Clean his cock, slut,” I ordered, pinching Fiona’s nipple. “It’s all dirty.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she gasped, and crawled across Xiu and me. She grasped Mark’s cock, then licked it slowly, savoring the taste of Xiu’s ass as she cleaned my fiance’s cock.

“Korina, free Xiu,” Mark ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

Our doll-faced slut moved to Xiu and I loved the way her heavy breasts bounced and swayed as she struggled to free the tightly bound Xiu. The rope left tight marks in her skin, slowly turning from white to red as he blood flowed again. The delightful slut couldn’t resist tonguing Xiu’s ass and gathering up Mark’s cum that had leaked out.

Once free, Xiu knelt on the bed. “Master, Mistress, may I use the restroom.”

“Yes, you may,” I answered. Mark had his eyes closed and was far too wrapped up in Fiona’s blowjob to care.

Xiu bolted to the bathroom.

“Why don’t you get in there,” Fiona taunted Korina, lifting her mouth from Mark’s cock, “and let Xiu piss on you.”

“I will if Master or Mistress commands it,” Korina flushed.

“You should have felt how eager she was to lick the piss out of my cunt!” Fiona sneered.

Korina was flushed with anger. I slapped Fiona’s ass hard. It was such a wonderful feeling and made this delightful sound. “Enough of that, bitch. You are just as dirty a slut as she is. Maybe next time Korina will piss on you.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” Fiona muttered, going back to cleaning Mark’s cock.

Korina smiled, pleased at Fiona’s rebuke. She snuggled up against me, laying her porcelain face on my freckled breasts. Mark gave a groan, shoved Fiona’s mouth all the way down his cock as he flooded her lips with his cum.

“Thank you, Master,” Fiona purred, looking up.

He glared at her. “When you’re sucking my cock, you don’t stop to insult your fellow slut-sister. No go over there and share my cum with her.”

“Yes, Master,” she contritely said and walked around the bed and gave Korina a nice, big kiss full of cum.

Xiu reentered the room as someone knocked at the door. “Get the door, Xiu,” I ordered. “And give the man a nice tip with your mouth.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Xiu replied with a shy smile, and opened the hotel room door naked. The bellhop gasped in surprise and Xiu giggled and soon the bellhop was moaning in pleasure as the rest of us dug into the juicy hamburgers and crispy fries.

My pussy itched. It was exciting whoring out my sluts.

“Oh, fuck that’s good,” Mark mumbled around a mouthful of burger as Xiu rejoined the rest of us, cum staining her lips. A few splatters of white had dripped down onto her large tits. Her nipples were hard, pierced by a silver chain from which pink butterflies dangled. Fiona handed Xiu a burger and she hungrily bit into it.

Mark had wolfed his burger down faster than the rest and retired to the comfy armchair, sipping a beer. He was watching us eat, and I smiled at him. Korina took the last bite of her burger, and I motioned over to Mark. She smiled, understanding shining in her deep, blue eyes. My fiance’s cock hardened as Korina walked sensuously over to him.

“Is that sausage for me?” Korina asked, straddling his waist, her heavy tits swinging in front of his mouth.

“Yeah, slut,” he said, guiding his cock to the wet entrance of her cunt. I smiled as she sat down onto his cock and slowly fucked him, nuzzling and kissing at his neck. Mark smiled at me over his shoulder and mouthed “I love you.”

I beamed, then finished off my beer. My eyes wandered over to Xiu, and I reached out and rubbed her ass, remembering how we found the little slut when we woke up. “Lay down on your stomach,” I ordered.

“Yes Mistress,” Xiu said, eagerly, wiggling her tiny ass.

I shoved the beer bottle hard up her ass and fucked it in and out of her bowels. “You like that, slut?” I asked. “You like things shoved up your whorish ass, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, yes, I love it!” she moaned.

“When we get home, I’m going to put on a strap-on with the biggest dildo and just fuck the shit out of your ass!” I hissed.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, Mistress,” Xiu moaned. “Tie me up and fuck my ass! Please, Mistress! I’m a dirty whore who needs to be treated like shit!”

“Man, Xiu is fucked up,” Mark chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t tell Xiu to be into any of that.”

“I’m a dirty slut that’s always loved to be hurt and tied up,” Xiu panted. I worked the bottle faster and faster out of her ass a few times until I couldn’t stand the itch in my pussy any longer.

I left the bottle buried in her ass and grabbed Fiona, kissing her fiercely, and rolling on top of her. My dark-red hair fell about her strawberry-blonde. Fiona spread her legs, wrapping them around my hips and pulling my pussy against her. I loved tribbing. I fucked my little slut hard, savoring the silky feel of her bush rubbing against my cunt as Mark and Korina grunted in the background.

“I love watching women trib,” Mark groaned. “You two are so beautiful! It’s hot watching Fiona’s red-furred muff slide against yours, Mare!”

“Umm,I love to feel it,” I moaned, humping my slut faster.

“Naughty filly,” Mark chuckled.

“Does my naughty cunt feel good on your cock, Master?” Korina moaned.

“Oh yeah! So tight, so wet.”

“Cum in my pussy, Master!” she panted. The slap of flesh grew louder as Korina fucked my fiance faster. “Oh, cum in me, please!”

“Here it comes, slut!” Mark groaned.

“Yes, yes! Thank you for cumming in me, Master!”

I writhed my hips faster and faster against Fiona, desperate to cum again. I loved it. I wanted to cum all the time. Whether with Mark or someone else, I wanted to be awash in pleasure. I was free of all those petty concerns. I could fuck whomever I wanted and no one could stop me or judge me.

Mark and I were free!

I spasmed atop Fiona, my pussy squirting juices as I came hard. So wonderful. Her thighs tightened about my waist, her body shook beneath me. She gasped and purred, adding her own flood of juices to mine, making a wonderful, sticky mess.

I rolled off her, panting, “That was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome, Mistress,” purred Fiona.

“Want to switch?” Mark asked, grinning at me over Korina’s shoulder.

“Of course!” I smiled. “Send that foxy bitch over here. I want to eat your cum out of her pussy!”

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Sister Louise Afra – South Hill, WA

For five hours I had been watching the Fitzsimmons house. A long, boring five hours spent sitting in a Brandon’s BMW a few houses down the street. I promised to save his wife and he lent me his car. He had wanted to help, burning with anger to get back at Mark, but it was too dangerous for him.

Anger still seethed in me after listening to Brandon Fitzsimmons’s story this morning. He had told me everything he knew about the Warlock Mark and his Thralls Mary and Alison. Why did every Warlock with mind control powers from harems? Even the women did it. I could still remember when Suzanne had made me her Thrall fifty years ago, the first of her harem.

Five hours and nothing had happened. Neighbors came and went and once a pink-haired girl who must be Allison, took out the garbage. She was dressed as some cheap, french maid. Part of me wished I was back in the hotel with Sarai. She had been one of the wildest lovers I had ever had. But I had my duty, and she had her job to return to.

My phone rang. “Hello.”

“Hi Sister Louise,” Sister Theodora said.

“Oh, hi,” I brightened, remembering the beautiful blonde and all the fun we had after I saved her from Kurt all those years ago. “What’s up?”

“How’s the hunt for the Warlock going?”

“Good. I found two of his Thralls, but he’s been MIA all day.”

“I heard he’s been all over Washington State. He caused quite the mess at the Space Needle last night.”

“What mess?” I asked.

“Some wild party he threw at the Space Needle,” she answered. “There are missing waitresses and tens of thousands of dollars in damages.” She paused. “Be careful. This guy is out of control. I’ve never heard of a Warlock being so bold. He’s robbed stores, molested women in broad daylight. And he has fangirls. There’s a whole group on Facebook spouting how much they love the guy. Some haven’t even been touched by him.”

“He has more Thralls then,” I whispered. The missing waitresses must be part of his harem now. I needed to take risks to turn the tide. “I’m going to imprint the two Thralls I’ve been watching.”

“Well, I’ll let you go then. Good luck and and God’s blessing.”

“Thank you, Sister.”

Mark was up in Seattle. I had an opening that I shouldn’t pass up. But I should make sure, just in case he hasn’t been lying low in the Fitzsimmons house. I called the number Brandon gave me. It rang a few times, then a sultry woman with a Hispanic accept picked up.

“Hi, I’m Valerie,” I said in my best valley girl accent. “Is Mark there, I tots need to talk to him.”

“No, mi Rey is not here.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to sound disappointed and hung up.

I smiled, I could handle two Thralls. I climbed out of the car. Today I was woew in a flowery, pink dress with a low-cut bodice and pleated, short skirt, and no panties. I wore my favorite pairs of boots, white, knee-high and heeled. They were my favorite because I loved how the boots made my ass full and curvy when I walked.

I rang the doorbell and tensed my body. I would need to move quick when the door opened. After a few heartbeats a beautiful, very busty Latina woman opened the door who I guessed must be Desiree. She was wearing a slutty version of a french maid’s outfit, with a transparent bodice and a short, frilly skirt that would slid up to reveal her ass if she ever bent over.

“¿Hola?” Desiree asked, a friendly, questioning smile on her face. A blue-black aura glistened sickly about her, stronger than the one that had afflicted her husband. She was deep in Mark’s power. It was time to change that.

I struck.

To be continued…

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