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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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J. St. Pierre: After you let Mark…

A. Taylor: BLEEP me up the ass, a cop arrived.

JP: A cop? How did Mark escape?

AT: Why would Mark have to escape? He didn’t do anything wrong. The cop spoke to him for a moment and let him go.

JP: You’re saying that a cop recognized whom Mark Glassner was and let him go?

AT: Yeah. Mark’s not a bad guy. He doesn’t do anything wrong. People just misunderstand him.

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

Officer Chasity Sarah Vinter

I walked out the house to join Master and Mistress as they spoke with my fellow Puyallup Police Officers.

Sergeant Kelly’s eyes widened when he saw me. I frowned, wondering why he was so shocked to see me. He had to know I was here. I put out the call for help over the radio.

“Officer Vinter, where is the rest of your uniform?” he spluttered.

The other two cops, Chan and Evans, smiled, eyeing me with appreciation while elbowing each other.

Then I realized I was naked. My cheeks reddened, but I didn’t flinch. “Mark’s orders, Sergeant Kelly,” I responded. If Master wanted me naked, then I would walk around naked. I would suffer any humiliation if Master or Mistress ordered it.

“It’s okay for Chasity, or any woman who’s beautiful, to go topless or even totally nude,” Master told the cops.

“Absolutely,” Officer Chan, a lean Asian in his late twenties, said as he ogled my bare tits. “No reason a body that fine shouldn’t be shown.”

“The prisoner is still being disciplined,” I reported. “Is there anything else, Sir?”

“So, Mark, why don’t you properly introduce us,” Mary said, her green eyes flickering to me.

“Right,” Master answered. “Mary, this is Chasity, she’s going to be one of our bodyguards, or at least she will if we can figure out a way to protect the sluts from being dominated by one of these nuns.”

Mistress reached out and fingered one of my hard nipples, sending a flush of warmth through me. “So…you’re my slut now?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I purred.

“Fall to your knees and eat my pussy,” she commanded.

I obeyed as Chan and Evans chortled. I didn’t care. My Mistress gave me an order. Master’s cock hardened beside my head as I buried my face in Mistress’s shaved snatch. My tongue flicked out and she let out a low, throaty sigh. Her flavor was delicious, a sweet, spicy musk. I was so glad to pleasure the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Damn! Look at her eat pussy!” Evans exclaimed. “I always thought Vinter was a dyke.”

“Quiet!” Sergeant Kelly shouted. “You two go set up a perimeter.”

“Roger, Sergeant,” Chan sighed before turning and leaving with Evans.

I didn’t care what those idiots said or thought. I was a dyke for my Mistress’s tasty snatch. I licked my tongue through her folds, gathering up all her spicy, sweet cream. I was so lucky. I still had the taste of Master’s cum on my lips, and now I was able to please Mistress.

“So…how do you like her, Mare?”

“She’s amazing, Mark,” Mistress moaned. “Oh, yes! Tongue my twat, cunt. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”

Sirens blared, rushing closer. More people to witness my submission to my Masters. My pussy was on fire. I wanted to stick my finger between my legs and frig my pussy. But I hadn’t been told to masturbate.

So I just held onto to Mistress’s plump ass and ate her pussy like it was the tastiest treat in the world.

“Oh, Mark! You find the best sluts! Oh, yes! Umm, all these cops are watching me! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! I love being watched!”

Mistress’s pussy grew juicier as her orgasm neared. She humped her hips.

“Cum on the slut’s face, Mare,” laughed Master. “I bet she can’t wait to drink down every last drop of your cum.”

I couldn’t. I sucked harder, eager to please her. My lips latched onto her clit, sucking hard. She let out a shuddering gasp. Her hips bucked on my face. Hot juices squirted into my lips.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed. “You fucking, slut! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! That’s it!”

I drank down every drop, so happy I satisfied her.

“Good job, slut,” Master praised.

I pulled my lips away, smiling up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

Sergeant Kelly watched, his eyes burning and his cock bulging. I smiled at him as well as I stood up. The ambulance had arrived, and the paramedics were pulling out their supplies while Chan and Evans kept back the neighbors.

So many people had seen me pleasure my Mistress.

I was a slut, loving every second of serving my Masters.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The paramedics jogged from the ambulance, carrying their bags. Chasity straightened up, licking her lips clean of Mary’s juices. The paramedics reached us, two fit men and a cute women with honey-brown hair. All three wore blue shirts with the red, Medic One logo over their hearts.

Their eyes blinked at our naked appearance.

“It’s okay that we’re naked,” I told them. “Ignore anything weird going on in the house and obey any orders Mary gives you.” I pointed to my fiancee.

“Of course, sir,” the lead paramedic said.

“The gunshot victim’s in the kitchen,” Mary ordered. “Korina’s shot in the shoulder. And Mark took a nasty crack to the head. Why don’t you take care of him.” Mary pointed to the honey-brown haired woman.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered as the other two pushed past us into the house. “Why don’t we go inside the house, sir?”

Mary smiled, nodding her head. We headed back in. I was still a little dizzy, and I groaned as I sat down on the couch beside the sobbing Sister Louise. Alison smacked the nun’s ass while Desiree shuddered on Sister Louise’s mouth. The paramedic didn’t give the sight a second glance.

I did. My cock was hard, thrusting up before me. Watching Chasity mouth feast on Mary’s pussy had been quite stimulating, and hearing Sister Louise’s muffled sobs made me throb with need.

The female paramedic set her bag down on the coffee table, opening it up and pulling out a penlight.

“What’s your name?” Mary asked.

“Victoria,” the paramedic answered.

“You look a little overdressed.” A naughty gleam danced in Mary’s green eyes. “Why don’t you strip down before you exam Mark.”

Victoria flushed as her hands pulled up her shirt, unveiling a pair of round breasts covered by a gray sports bra. She peeled the bra off next, her tits jiggling, topped by dusky nipples. My cock throbbed harder. The paramedic bent down, unlacing her black boots and pulling those off so she could remove her dark-blue pants. When her panties came off; I smiled at her shaved pussy.

“It’s making you wet to be naked,” I told her. “You love showing off your body.”

Her eyes widened. “I do, sir,” she gasped, moisture beading her labia and her nipples hardening. She grabbed her penlight. “Okay, sir, let me examine your head.

“I think you need to get up close to examine him,” Mary purred, patting my lap. “Just hop up, and sit down on his nice, thick cock.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said in shock, her body moving almost out of her control. I loved my powers so much.

Mary held my cock erect as Victoria straddled me, the folds of her damp pussy brushing the tip of my cock. I groaned as she sank down. I was so glad I wished for sexual stamina. Not only could I make any woman fuck me, but I could enjoy it for as long as I wanted.

Her pussy was tight and hot, sliding down as she groaned, her honey-brown hair brushing my chest. I squeezed her ass, pulling her all the way down, her pussy clenching and relaxing about my cock as she squirmed to get comfortable.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” Mary whispered, leaning over, her lips almost pressed against Victoria’s ear. “Don’t you just love how he feels in your cunt?”

“Yes,” Victoria whispered, then cleared her throat. “Now, sir, follow my penlight with your eyes.”

I groaned, the light shining in my eyes as she squirmed. My hips bucked, my cock savoring her tight pussy. I followed her penlight around. The longer she sat on my cock, the more she squirmed. Soft sighs escaped her lips. Mary nuzzled at her neck, her hands wrapping around Victoria’s body. The paramedic moaned as Mary’s fingers played with her hard nipples.

“Do you like that, slut?” Mary hissed in her ear.

“I do,” Victoria moaned.

Victoria slid up my shaft and slammed down on my cock, tossing her penlight to the side. She gripped my shoulders, riding me hard. The couch groaned and rocked. Mary purred in delight, sucking at the paramedic’s neck.

“That’s it, whore,” I groaned. “Work your pussy up my cock. That’s what it was made for. To please men.”

“Yes, yes!” she panted. “Am I pleasing you, sir? Is my hole making you feel good?”

“So good, slut!” I groaned. “You’re dying to have my cum. You want it so bad.”

“I do!” she gasped. “Cum in me, sir! Oh, yes! Flood my pussy!”

My balls tingled as her tight cunt worked up and down on my cock. I groaned, the pressure swelling. “Faster! Fuck me faster! Ride my cock! Don’t stop fucking me until I explode in your fucking cunt, whore!”

“Yes! Cum in me! Yes, yes, yes!”

My cock erupted. I groaned and shuddered, flooding her tight pussy. I loved it. I loved making this woman my whore. She shuddered and moaned. Her pussy writhed about my cock, milking out every last drop before she collapsed on me.

“Wow,” she panted. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“You’re a whore,” purred Mary. “That’s what whore’s do. Fuck guys.”

Victoria nodded, licking her lips.

“So how is Mark?” Mary asked, settling on the couch beside me, her freckled breasts rising as she breathed. They were perfect.

“Oh, well,” Victoria shifted. “He’s got a concussion. I’d recommend he goes to the hospital and has a doctor check him out. His cognitive functions seem fine, but his pupils aren’t dilating right. I’d, um, also avoid strenuous activity.”

“Oh,” Mary gasped. “Like fucking?”

“Probably,” Victoria flushed. “We probably shouldn’t have…”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry, Mark. I didn’t know.”

I grinned. “It’s okay, Mare. I enjoyed myself.”

The other paramedics carried Korina past on a stretcher. “She needs to go to the hospital,” one of the paramedics said. “She needs surgery right away.”

I nodded. “Take good care of her. She’s one of my sluts.”

“We will, sir.”

They didn’t bat an eye at Victoria’s naked figure.

“You’re taking her to Good Sam?” I asked.

“Yeah,” the paramedic answered.

“Victoria, go check out Xiu,” Mary ordered, slapping the naked woman’s ass. “She has a broken nose.”

“Of course,” Victoria said, rising up still naked, my cum running down her thighs. She grabbed her bag and walked naked through the house.

“Master,” Fiona called. “There are more cops here. You should probably take care of them. You know…command them.”

“Right,” I nodded, forcing myself to stand up. I didn’t feel as unsteady as earlier. I trooped back outside. At the rate I was commanding cops, it wouldn’t be long before the entire Puyallup Police Department was under my powers.

* * *

Jessica St. Pierre

The news van pulled onto the busy street. Police cars crowded the cul-de-sac. We had heard the reports of the shooting on our police scanner. I had been sent by KIRO 7 news to prepare a story on Mark Glassner and his activities in South Hill after spending the morning in Seattle interviewing Hannah Smilingfox, one of Mark’s victims from the Space Needle incident.

I was hoping Mark was involved here.

I already had one breaking story, and I would love a second. Earlier today, Mark had been let go by a Puyallup Police Officer after he was spotted at the South Hill Mall. I had put a call in with his department to try and figure out which cop it was. But in the meantime, my interview with Ambrosia was airing right now, leading the news segment.

I climbed out of the van as Freddy, my cameraman disappeared into the back of the van to mess with his camera equipment. I peered at the house, a breeze ruffling my honey-brown hair. Excitement gathered in my chest. There was a man in the doorway. He looked naked, his hair dark. Was that Mark Glassner talking with the cops?

“Freddy, get out here!” I hissed.

“One second,” he called.

“No, now! We need to capture this.”

“What?” He spilled out of the van, hefting his camera. I turned back to the house. The man was gone. If he had been Mark Glassner, he had disappeared back into the house. “What did you see?”

“Mark Glassner.”

“Really?” excitement crossed Freddy’s greasy face.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. It was only a fleeting glimpse. “Let’s go talk to the police.”

He nodded. “Give me a sec.”

As he fiddled around, pulled a compact out of my gray skirt’s pocket, opening it up and checking my makeup. My caramel face—I had quite the melding of heritages in my backgrounds—looked gorgeous, my lashes full, my cheeks with just enough rouge to make my cheekbones pop, and my lips wet and plump. I adjusted my blouse, making sure the top two buttons were undone to show off some cleavage.

“Mic,” Freddy said, tossing it to me.

I caught it, flipped a switch to turn it on, and brought it up to my lips. “Mic check.”

He nodded. “Sounds good.” The light on the camera popped on. “Okay, let’s see if we can make a story.”

I strode up to the police line. An Asian cop held out his hand was we neared. “That’s close enough.”

“Can I ask you a question, Officer…” I squinted to read his nametag. “…Chan?”

“The department will release a statement,” he answered by rote. “We have an active crime scene.”

“Is this connected to Mark Glassner?”

He hesitated. “Uh, no comments.”

So Mark was involved. “Do you have him in custody?”

“No,” he answered. “I mean, no comment.” His back stiffened and his jaw set.

“How about the officer? Is she safe?” I asked.

“She’s fine,” Chan answered.

“Is anyone injured?”

As I asked the question, the paramedics wheeled out a woman on a stretcher, her arm bandaged.

“Is that the perpetrator?” I asked.

“No comment,” he repeated.

“You got to give me something,” I pleaded, putting on a big smile. “Come on, officer. How about off the recorded.” I waved at my cameraman. The red light turned off and he lowered his camera.

“I’m not sure who was shot,” Chan admitted. “I’m just securing the scene. But Officer Vinter is fine.” A smile split his lips. “She’s more than fine.”

That was weird. “And Mark Glassner’s not involved.”

He hesitated. “He’s not a suspect.”

“So he’s involved?”

A car approached from behind. I turned to see a sedan polling up. “Step aside, ma’am,” Chan said, motioning me to the side so the car could pass.

“Who’s in the car?” I asked.

“The Chief,” Officer Chan answered. “Now I need you to stay back.”

I guess an officer involved shooting was a good enough reason for the Chief of Puyallup’s Police Department to arrive. Since I wasn’t getting anything out of this cop, I headed back to the van to call my producer. I grabbed my cell phone out of my purse, and called Sam at the station, telling him the story.

“We need you down in Parkland,” Sam said when I finished. “Mark Glassner robbed a few banks today. It’s just now percolating out. The FBI tried to keep it hush-hush.”

“When did he do this?”

“Hours ago, apparently. So get your butt down to the American Bank. We need B roll and some commentary from you.”

“I think Mark’s here. I thought I saw him at this crime scene talking to the police.”

“Were they arresting him?”

“No,” I answered. That part was weird.

“Are you positive it was Mark, Jessica?”

I bit my lip. Did I want to stick my neck out? Did I even see Mark? “I’m not, Sam.”

“Then get down to Parkland as quick as you can.”

“Okay,” I sighed, hanging up. “We’re heading to Parkland, Freddy. I hope you know where that is.”

Freddy nodded, and I glanced back at the house. What if I did see Mark? What if the cops were…protecting him? It seemed so outrageous, and yet Mark could control people with his gas. What if he had the Puyallup Police Department under his control? Just like Ambrosia mentioned.

A grin split my lips. That would be the story of the year. I’d need to be careful, but if I was right, I would win an Emmy for sure. I was giddy with excitement as Freddy started up the van.

To be continued…

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