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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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Be ever watchful for Providence. Do not let your own prejudices blind you from the Creator’s path.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Mark Glassner

I kept glancing at Violet’s coltish legs peaking out underneath her pink skirt as I drove my Mustang out of the housing development onto Shaw Road. I placed a hand on her thigh, sliding up under her skirt. Violet beamed at me, her face flushed with excitement.

“Thank you for letting me come with you, Master,” she said in a cheerful soprano.

She was a cute nineteen year old. Her brown hair was pulled into two pigtails over her ears, tied off with pink ribbons. Her breasts were small and shapely and her body slim with youth beneath the conservative dress she wore. That dress would definitely not do, my sluts needed to show the world just how whorish they were.

“Did you like sucking my cock yesterday?” I asked.

Violet nodded her head, blushing to the roots. She was a virgin before I fucked her in the elevator yesterday. Her hands reached out and she gently rubbed my cock through my jeans, feeling it harden in my pants. “W-would you like me to do that, Master?” she nervously asked.

“Definitely,” I answered.

There was a metallic rasp as she slowly drew my zipper down and then her warm, delicate hand reached into my pants and pulled out my hard cock. She bent down, her breath warm on my cock as she slowly ran her hand up and down on my dick. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, licking up the shaft and brushing the sensitive head.

“Just like that,” I told her. “Use more pressure, yeah that’s good.” Her tongue felt amazing as she lapped at my cock. “Stroke the shaft and cup the balls.” I winced as she squeezed one of my nuts. “Gentle with the balls.”

“Sorry, Master,” she apologized. “I was a lesbian until yesterday.”

I grinned at her. “And now you love my cock, don’t you?”

“I do, Master!” she gushed.

“Good, now suck the tip into your mouth. And be careful with your teeth,” I told her. “You can brush the cock with them, just don’t bite hard. Ohh, yeah that’s nice. Keep doing that with your tongue. Suck it like a lollipop. Oh fuck that’s good. And see how much you can fit in your mouth.”

She bobbed her head now, moving slowly down until my cock brushed the back of her throat and then rising up. It wasn’t the best blowjob I ever had, but knowing it added to her innocent charm—I savored corrupting her. She sucked harder as her right hand drifted over to her thighs and slip up under her dress to finger her cunt.

Horny little slut.

Violet was turning into a great slut. I was proud of her, and stroked her brown hair as she bobbed on me. “I’m gonna cum, slut,” I told her, the tip of my cock itching. “So don’t be surprised. Try to swallow what you can.”

She sucked harder, eager for my cum. The pressure built. I groaned, shoving her mouth down on my cock. My cock throbbed and my pleasure erupted into her mouth. She swallowed, moaning as a second and a third load pumped into her mouth, cum spilling out the corners of her lips.

“Fuck,” I gasped as the last bit of my cum spurted out. Bliss pumped through me and I groaned, letting her rise up.

She breathed hard, cum smeared across her lips and tears ran down her face. “Was it good?” she asked, wiping at her tears.

“It was great!” I told her, kissing her forehead. “You’re turning into a good, little slut. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said, smiling happily, still masturbating. “Umm, I’m going to cum, too! I love sucking your cock Master!” Violet’s eyes fluttered and her thighs squeezed about her hand. She squealed and sighed as she came.

“Good one?”

“Uh-huh, Master,” she panted, pulling her fingers out.

I seized her hand and pulled her fingers to my lips. I sucked them clean, loving her light, barely spicy flavor musk. She had a pleased smile as I cleaned her. God, she was so innocent and cute. I am so glad Mary decided to keep her.

I pulled into the South Hill Mall. I needed one thing before I robbed my first bank. Duffel bags. Money was bulky, and I’d need a lot of bags to hold it all in. We headed into a sporting goods store, and Violet and I grabbed as many as we could carry.

We would have been out of there in five minutes, but I became distracted. Her name was Ambrosia. She had brown hair and a beautiful smile, her breasts staining the purple shirt she wore. She gasped when I walked up.

“You’re Mark Glassner.”

“I am,” I smiled at her, reaching out to touch her wrist.

“I’ve heard about you,” she purred. “They say you fuck whomever you want. Is it true?”

“You don’t think I’m a terrorist?”

Her smile deepened. “If you’re a terrorist, why do all your victims love what you did to them?”

“Do you want to be a victim?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes.” Her answer was a throaty moan.

“Then pull your pants and panties off. Let’s find out if you taste like ambrosia.”

Her hands flew to her panties, unbuttoning them. She wiggled them down her curvy hips, pulling a pair of sea-green panties down in the process. A neatly trimmed, brown bush adorned her pussy. I bent down, pushing a finger through her folds.

“What is going on here?” a man demanded. He looked like the manager.

“Nothing,” I told him. “Go jerk off in the bathroom.”

Violet giggled. “He’s almost running for the bathroom, Master.”

I smiled, pulling my fingers out of Ambrosia’s folds. Juices glistened on the tip. I brought them to my lips, tasting her tart flavor. “Umm, that’s good. Want a taste of Ambrosia, slut?”

“Yes, Master,” Violet sighed, kneeling next to me. She didn’t stick her finger into Ambrosia’s pussy, she stuck her entire face.

“Oh, wow!” Ambrosia gasped as Violet tongued her twat. “Umm, fuck! How could a terrorist make me feel this good?”

I smiled, my cock throbbing in my pants. I stood up, unzipping my jeans, my hard cock popping out. I ached to bury into this whore’s flesh. I walked around behind her, admiring her bubbly ass. I pushed her forward, bending her over the counter.

“This is going to hurt,” I whispered, rubbing my cock against her asshole. “But you’re going to love every second of it.”

I shoved my dick into her unlubed asshole. She let out a throaty scream. “Oh, fuck! That’s wonderful!” She pushed her ass back. “Umm, the pain’s so amazing! Oh, yes!”

It worked. I fucked her harder, my cock aching in her tight asshole. Violet slurped at her cunt and the woman gasped and moaned as I pounded her tight ass. I seized a fistful of her brown hair, jerking her head back.

“Do you love my cock up your ass, whore?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s how you love it from now on. You want every guy to fuck your asshole. It will always feel amazing no matter how much it hurts!”

“It will! I’m an anal slut now! Oh, yes! Pound me harder! Make me cum with your thick cock!”

I slammed into her ass, my lust boiling over. There was nothing I couldn’t do. Customers gasped as they saw us, pulling out their cell phones. Some called the police. Others snapped photos. I smiled, fucking my whore faster.

Sirens blared. The first cop was approaching. I didn’t care.

“Police!” a deep voice boomed.

I turned, still pumping, as the cop gave a startled look. “Oh, shit, sorry Mr. Glassner.”

It was one of the cops I met on my jog.

“Officer,” I nodded, burying my dick into her ass. “I’m almost done here.”

“Roger that, sir.”

I buried into the woman’s ass and unloaded my cum. I shuddered and she gasped. Her ass writhed about my cock, milking out every thick blast. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the people watching captured every moment of my ecstasy.

I pulled my cock out. “Slut, clean me up.”

Violet’s moved her face from Ambrosia’s cunt, dripping with her cum, and licked my cock clean while I smiled at everyone.

“Get all the pictures you can,” I told them, slapping Ambrosia’s ass. “Make sure you capture my cum leaking out of her. Let’s make this slut famous. Mark Glassner fucked her ass.”

“You did,” she sighed. “So well!”

Violet finished cleaning and zipped me up. “I want all these pictures uploaded on the internet,” I called out as Violet and I walked out of the star. “Officer, get our duffel bags.”

“Yes, Mr. Glassner.”

Next stop was America Bank in Parkland. Ted, the branch manager, had screwed me over there two years when my debit card was stolen. I lost my apartment because I couldn’t pay rent. The asshole held up my fraud claim.

Robbing his bank would be the perfect pay back.

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Sister Louise Afra

I followed Mark’s thralls to the South Hill Mall and parked Brandon’s BMW next to a silver Mustang. An excited thrill shot through me. I always felt so alive when I was narrowing in on a Warlock. Mark Glassner wasn’t going to know what hit him.

I followed the four women through the parking lot. Desiree led them. I had imprinted her last night. At a command, she would obey me. The other three were the missing waitresses—a strawberry-blonde named Fiona, the black-haired was Korina, and the busty Asian was Xiu.

Please God, I prayed, give me the opportunity to save these women.

I followed them into the mall, trailing at a safe distance. I just needed to be patient and be careful. Providence would grant me the opportunities I needed. It wasn’t hard to follow them. None of the four women paid attention one bit. I could have followed ten feet behind them, and they wouldn’t have realized I was a threat.

They led me to a clothing store called Navy Republic, and I realized why they were here. The three waitress had arrived naked last night. The pervert had made them parade through a hotel lobby yesterday without a stitch of clothing. It had made the news last night, complete with hotel security footage of their blurred bodies.

I browsed the clothing racks and watched the women out of the corners of my eyes as they spread out across the store.

“Hi, welcome to Navy Republic,” a nasally pitched, effeminate voice asked me. I turned to see a slim young man whose nametag read, “Gabe.”

I blinked in surprise. He had a faint, blue-black aura about him. Mark must have been here and given him a minor order. The aura was fading and would be gone in another week or so. Gabe was not under any lasting commands or suffering any personality changes.

“I’m fine,” I told him with a polite smile.

Fiona headed for the changing room, a dress slung over her arm. I pushed past Gabe, grabbing the first blouse off the rack.

“Excuse me, miss,” Gabe protested, his words dripping with attitude. “You don’t need to be rude.”

I ignored him. I reached the changing area in the back. The redhead had already entered her changing room and closed the door. Shoot. Thinking quickly, I knocked on the door.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Hi, I’m Louise with Navy Republic and I just need to talk to you.”

The redhead opened the door, frowning at me. I moved quickly, shoving my hand over her mouth and pushing her back into the changing room. She struggled as I pinned her against the wall, the door banging shut behind me.

“Don’t fight,” I told her.

She didn’t listen.

I shoved my hand down her loose-fitting jeans and found her hairy pussy. She struggled and tried to bite my hand covering her mouth. My finger found her cunt and wiggled in, finger-fucking her hard and fast. Being transformed into a sex slave by a Warlock usually left the woman incapable of resisting being molested.

Not this woman.

My face stung as she slapped me. I had to pull my hand from her mouth to block the second blow.

“Help!” she screamed. “Desiree, Korina! Help me!”

I silenced her the only way I could, kissing her hard while I pinned one of her arms to the wall.

Her free hand clawed at my hair, trying to pull me off her lips. I gasped in pain into her lips, working my fingers faster in and out of her pussy. I swiped my thumb through her curly pubes and found her clit. I pressed hard against the nub, rubbing in small, fast circles. She stiffened in my arms. Her cunt grew wet as her body began to react to my stimulation.

The resistance fled her body and she stopped pulling at my hair. Her lips relaxed, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth, tasting mint from her toothpaste. Her hips shifted as the pleasure from her pussy slowly spread throughout her body.

She surrendered to me with a passionate moan.

Her lips were hot on mine as she kissed me back, her hips writhed on my hand. Her hand gripped my hair, pulling me tight against her as she moaned into my mouth. I let go her other arm, and she wrapped it around me, caressing my back through my blouse. I slipped that hand up her shirt and found a large breast, gently caressing and squeezing her soft, round tit. I brushed her areola and gently circled her nipple before I finally rolled the turgid nub between my fingers.

The redhead shuddered in my arms as her orgasm rolled through her body. Without thinking, my hand groping her breast slid down to my own, wet pussy, and coated my finger with my juices. I kept fingering her, extending her orgasm, and I quickly drew the Mark of Qayin on her forehead with my juices.

“Zanah!” I prayed. The Mark glowed white on her forehead.

One Thrall imprinted. Two to go.

To be continued…

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