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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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Sister Louise’s trap was perfect. The Tyrants’ defeat assured.

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

Doug Allard

I pulled up at the Fitzsimmons house. I had tried to follow Mark all day, but he drove too recklessly in that car of his, my Toyota could not keep up. I had managed to follow him for a while. Even knowing what they guy could do, seeing him walk into the American Bank and walk back out with the branch manager carrying out bags stuffed full of money gripped my heart in fear. The man had put them in Mark’s trunk with a smile on their faces. He even waved goodbye as Mark drove off.

It was unbelievable. This Sister Louise better be able to stop the guy, because he scared the shit out of me. I was frightened by his power. What couldn’t this guy do? Were there limits to his powers?

I parked behind Brandon’s car, on loan to the nun, and pulled out my camera. The living room windows were open, and I had a good view inside. All of the women Mark had been collecting were sitting or standing around the living room, with Sister Louise at the center. The other women all seemed…wooden. None of them seemed to move much or talk, like they were in a trance.

Or under a spell.

I bet this nun was responsible. Sister Louise, unlike the other women, seemed nervous, glancing at her watch every few minutes and fidgeting in her seat. The fidgeting made her firm, naked breasts sway. I took a few photos of those, for the file. She was tense with adrenaline. Something was going down tonight.

The nun was making her move.

A few minutes later, a red Eos drove down the street—Mary had returned. She pulled it up into the driveway and climbed out. There was a bounce to her step—she was in a good mood. The women, who had been sitting motionless in the living room, suddenly became animated, moving around the room at the nun’s directions. It was an ambush, and Mary had no idea what she was walking into. Mary paused, pulling out her phone, checking a message, then she smiled and put it away, reaching for the door.

I snapped more photos, sweat breaking out.

This was all about to be over.

* * *

Mark Glassner

“All set,” I asked Violet through gritted teeth. I was balls deep in Lillian’s ass, my orgasm approaching. My balls slapped into Lillian’s ass with every thrust.

“Yes, Master,” Violet asked. She looked cute and sexy in a black, halter top dress with a short, gauzy skirt, and black knee socks held up by garters encircling her pale thighs. “I’ve never worn something so…revealing before,” she said, holding the edge of skirt that barely fell past her ass.

“Bend over, Violet,” I ordered, thrusting harder into Lillian’s tight ass. I loved fucking this slut.

Violet blushed. “Okay, Master.”

She bent over. Her skirt rose up, exposing her slim, youthful ass and the curly hairs covering her cunt. Her pubic hairs glistening with juices and the tight slit of her pussy was just visible. I groaned, hammering Lillian’s ass. Violet’s cunt looked tight. I remembered how sweet Violet’s pussy felt on my cock in the elevator yesterday. Violet was a virgin when I took her last night. Only my cock had ever been in her tight cunt, and I planned on keeping it that way.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, buried my cock deep in Lillian’s hot ass, and shot a loud of cum deep into her bowels.

“Cum in my ass!” Lillian moaned. “Oh, fuck! Master’s cum is spraying my ass! Yes, oh fuck, that feel so fucking good!” She shuddered and came on my cock. Outside Goth Topic, the crowd of college boys filming us cheered and applauded.

Violet looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Did seeing my vagina make you cum, Master?”

“Yeah, seeing your pussy, did,” I said. Hopefully, Violet would realize that dirty sluts didn’t have vaginas; only cunts, twats, snatches, or pussies.

I pulled my dirty cock out of Lillian, and Violet knew just what to do. She walked behind the counter and knelt before me, not even flinching at where my cock had just been. She sucked my sour dick right into my mouth.

“That’s a good slut,” I groaned.

She smiled at me around my cock, sucking harder and bobbing her cute head.

I gripped her pig tails and fucked her face violently. I had been looking forward to using her pigtails as handlebars, and I didn’t last long. Five strokes into her warm mouth and I flooded her with my cum. She coughed, spunk running down her lips.

“Thank you, Master,” she beamed, wiping at her watery eyes.

Lillian bent down and licked the cum off Violet’s lips. I had trained her well, too. “Remember to make the sex tape,” I told her.

“Yes, Master,” Lillian purred.

Lillian bagged the purchase. Unlike last time, I paid with money from the bank robberies. I then slipped a hundred dollar bill down Lillian’s dress, groping her tit and hard nipple. “Get something naughty to wear for your date with Zelda.”

She smiled and rose up on her toes to kiss me. “Sluts don’t kiss their masters with cum on their lips,” I told her, then kissed her forehead. I didn’t mind so much when Mary kissed me with my cum on her lips. She was my fiancee, the love of my life. But Lillian was just another slut.

“Sorry, Master,” Lillian said contritely.

Violet gathered her bags and we headed to the Mustang, still guarded by the group of youths. I gave each a hundred for their time. I had a hard time squeezing Violet’s clothes bags into the trunk because of all the duffel bags, but I managed.

“Ready to go home?” I asked.

“If you are, Master,” she smiled.

I was dying tell Mary all the naughty fun I had today. Preferably in bed, her straddling my waist and riding my hard cock.

The Mustang’s engine roared to life, and I peeled out of the parking lot. I caught the light green at Meridian and raced east up 37th Avenue towards Shaw Road. In a few minutes, we’d be at the house I took from Brandon Fitzsimmons. The fact I stole his wife, the voluptuous Desiree, was just icing on the cake.

My phone chirped and I handed it to Violet. “It’s a text from Mistress. It says, ‘Hun, just got home. Meeting with Alice went well, tell ya all the juicy details later!’ There’s a Smiley face. ‘When will you be home? Love, your naughty filly!’ She ends with hugs and kisses. That’s sweet of Mistress.”

I smiled, so Mary had some fun this afternoon, too. We were going to have a hot night swapping stories. “Text her, ‘Home in five, Mare. Love, your randy stallion!’ ”

Violet’s fingers flew across the touch keyboard on my phone. Christ, how did anyone type that fast on a phone? She texted the message faster than it took me to say it. I gunned the engine, and we roared up 37th Avenue.

A minute later, a siren blared behind me. I jumped, red and blue lights flashing in my review mirror. I groaned with annoyance, eager to get home to Mary. “I guess it’s going to to longer than five minutes,” I muttered.

“You’ll sort the cop straight, Violet shrugged. “You can do anything, Master.”

I smiled at her. She was right. Besides, another local cop under my power is a good thing.

I pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.

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Mary Sullivan

I stepped into the house, dropping my purse on the little table by the door. I frowned, it was dark inside. And quiet.

I flipped the light switch on the wall. Nothing. I flipped it a few more times. The light must be burned out. “Hello,” I called out as I stepped into the entryway.

No one answered. Frowning, I wondered if Desiree and the three waitress were back from shopping. But Alison should be home.

“Alison! Get your slutty ass down here!”

Nothing. I had a weird feeling in my stomach. I shouldn’t be afraid. This was my home now, but my stomach clenched. With a deep breath, I headed down the short hallway to the living room. The lights were out in here, but I could see the sluts standing in the corners of the room.

Was Mark playing a prank on me? Or some sort of sex game?

“What’s going on?” I asked the shadowy forms, stepping out of the hallway into the living room.

Alison stood to my right, just inside the living room. There was Desiree, clutching a bat, and Korina holding a rolling pin. What the fuck was up with that? Xiu crouched to my left, and Fiona stood in the hallway towards the kitchen.

And sitting on the couch was a naked, young woman, maybe eighteen, that I didn’t recognize. She had a pair of fuzzy, pink handcuffs clutched in her hand. I smiled, eyeing the girl up and down, drinking in her beauty.

She was hot. Mark must have set up some sort of sex game, and I licked my lips in excitement. The strange girl had light brown hair that fell in curly locks about her shoulders. Her eyes were gray and widened in stunned surprise. Her breasts were well-shaped and pert, and her waist was slim.

“Warlock,” the girl muttered in surprise.

“What?” I asked, confused.

I looked around the room and realized something was…off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what, until I noticed the sluts faces. Their faces were all blank, like all their thoughts and feelings had been removed, leaving unblinking robots. My stomach sank. I should get out of here. Get outside. Mark would be here any minute.

An evil smile crossed the strange girls lips, sending a chill spilling across my skin.

I needed to run! To get my ass moving and get the fuck out of here!

I turned to flee as the strange girl shouted something. My heart pounded loudly, drowning out everything save its loud beats. Alison grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled me back. For a moment, the blouse was strangling me, cutting into my throat, before Alison overcame my momentum. I fell back into the living room, stumbling and tripping over the ottoman, and falling onto my side.

“What the fuck, Alison?” I shouted, anger replacing fear. How dare the slut lay fingers on her Mistress. “Desiree, Xiu, punish the bitch!” I ordered, struggling to get up.

Fiona leaped on top of me, grabbing my arms. I struggled in her grasp. Her grip was tight on my wrists, her fingernails biting into my flesh. I managed to get my foot up and I planted it into her stomach. I extended my leg, pushing Fiona off of me with a hard shove. She stumbled back, falling over the coffee table.

Desiree’s charge across the living room was tripped up by Fiona’s sprawling body. The Latina slut didn’t cry out as she fell to her knees atop of Fiona. Neither slut had made a sound. Adrenaline surging, I pushed myself up to my feet as Alison tackled me.

We fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and loose hair. I landed hard on my back, Alison on top of me. The breath was knocked out of my body, and I lay stunned, struggling to breath. Alison grabbed my arms, fighting to pin them over my head as Xiu seized my legs. I kicked and squirmed. Korina knelt beside me, helping Alison wrestle with my arms.

“Let go!” I coughed, but the sluts ignored me. Panic gripped my heart, constricting it with painful, cold fingers. What the fuck was going on?

“Drag her over to the couch,” the strange girl ordered. My sluts obeyed her.

The carpet rasped on my back as Alison and Korina dragged me across the living room. I struggled, wriggling my body and kicking my legs, trying to get the sluts to release me. My foot slipped out of Xiu’s grasp and caught her in the face. Her head snapped back and she stumbled, falling on her ass. I felt a momentarily surge of satisfaction, something primal and ancient, at seeing crimson blood stream from her nose.

The satisfaction faded quickly as Fiona grabbed my feet. I renewed my struggle, but Fiona had my legs pinned together, keeping me from thrashing effectively. They stopped dragging me, and then cold metal snapped on my left wrist, ratcheting tight.

Shit, the stranger had snapped the handcuffs on me. They pulled my arms, stretching them over my head. I screamed loudly, fighting desperately to stay free. The stranger straddled my chest and slapped my face. Hard. “Stop struggling you filthy whore!” she shouted.

Alison and Korina forced the handcuff onto my other wrist, the cuff’s chain wrapped through the frame of the heavy sofa. I struggled in vain, the handcuff biting painfully into my left wrist. “Stop!” I pleaded, “Please, please stop!” Tears ran hotly down my cheeks. Why was this happening? “Oh God, save me, please!”

The stranger slapped me a second time. “God’s not going to save a nasty whore who sold her soul to satisfy her dirty, filthy lusts!”

She was talking about my Pact. How did she know? Just who the fuck was this person?

And it hit me. The Pact. I sold my soul for three wishes, and one of them was for no woman to be able to resist my sexual advanced. Every woman had to submit to my sexual desires, no matter how perverse, no matter how much they didn’t want to. That was the key. This woman would be begging for me to tie her up, her cunt dripping with the need to please me.

I relaxed, putting a sultry smile on my face. With a ratcheting snap, my right wrist was handcuffed. This had to work, or I was screwed. I took a one deep breathe to calm my fear. This would work.

“Hey, cutey,” I said huskily, licking my lips. “You like bondage, huh, babe. Why don’t you free me, and I’ll tie you up. I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven! You’re so hot. Umm, I can’t wait to play with your slutty little pussy. Then I’ll sit on your face, and you can eat my tasty pussy until I cum all over your mouth.” I suggestively arched my eyebrows.

The stranger just laughed. A deep, humiliating laugh.

This should have worked. Why didn’t this work? Maybe she somehow took control of the sluts, but my power should have worked on her. Panic was growing like a worm in my breast, gnawing at my heart. “Why aren’t you brimming with lust for me? Eager to do whatever sexual thing I want?”

“The Creator has Gifted me immunity to the Adversary’s power,” the stranger declared, her voice reverent with ecstasy. “I am Sister Louise Afra of the Order of Mary Magdalena, charged to rid the world of Warlocks!”

“W-warlock?” I stammered, confused. My throat was thick with phlegm, and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. What was she talking about? “I-I’m not a…”

“I can see the blood-red aura about you,” Sister Louis hissed. “You sold your soul to the Devil for powers and I’m here to take them from you!”

“Please don’t hurt me!” Was that timid voice actually me. So much for Mark saying we were better than the ants. “Help! Someone help!”

“No one’s going to help you,” Sister Louise whispered. Her face filled my vision, eyes burning with an intense hatred. “Warlocks always think they can just do whatever they want, turn whomever they want into their slaves. You never care about the lives you destroy, the people you hurt.” She gripped my face, forcing me to stare into her gray eyes. “I’m going to finger your pussy until you orgasm, whore. When you cum, I’ll exorcise your powers from you.” She licked my cheek, savoring my salty tears. “And once I’m finished with you, I’ll fuck Mark and steal his powers, too.”

I struggled against the handcuffs. The couch creaked and pain flared on my wrists. Oh, God, Mark, where are you? Sister Louise hand slid up my thigh and gently caressed my vulva. It felt good. Desire kindled in my loins.

I was helpless, and my body betrayed me, craving pleasure of the nun’s touch against all reason. The guilt I had been burying, the guilt of getting wet at humiliating the sluts, and forcing them to beg for my affections, rose up from my soul, poisoning my thoughts. I was such a weak, vile person. To weak to control my lusts, to weak to stop Mark, stop myself, from degrading other woman, from using them as nothing more than sex toys. And now I was too weak to fight my desires when a strange woman was raping me.

Fuck, I am a dirty whore.

Maybe I should give up and let her take away my powers, my guilt whispered. Just close your eyes, whore, and let her take your problems away. I closed my eyes. Mark’s face floated up in my mind, his boyish smile painted across his face.

No!

I won’t give Mark up! I won’t give our life up! I won’t give up what we’re trying to build together!

I shoved that guilt back down, forced it back into the recess of my soul. I could never give up the amazing thrill at forcing another person to crawl before me. To hear a person beg just to pleasure me.

Mark would be here soon, and then this bitch will be crawling to me, begging to lick my pussy. I bit my lip, tying to fighting my bodies reactions to those delicious fingers tracing my delicate folds.

She thinks she can molest me! “When Mark saves me, cunt, I’ll fucking show you how to really molest someone!”

Sister Louise laughed again.

To be continued…

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