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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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6-10-13: I can’t stop watching Doug’s surveillance tape. It was astonishing. Mark Glassner terrified me. My husband was a wreck when he got home. I don’t blame him for being terrified. How can anyone stop this man?Even though a part of me feels silly for writing this, he has magical powers. He controls people’s thoughts. What if controls my husband? What if he controls me?

I’m going to record everything. I’ve already copied Doug’s notes. If something happens to me, to us, there will be a record of who we were.

A record of who Mark truly is.

—excerpt from The Journal of Tina Allard, a Holy Witness, published posthumously

Mary Sullivan

I gave Violet, Desiree, and Alison a kiss farewell. I would have kissed Fiona, but her mouth was busy with the chief of the police. My pussy itched. It was so much fun whoring out the sluts. Their cunts belonged to Mark and me, and we could do what we wanted with them. Give them to whom we wanted. They would let us debase their bodies.

It was intoxicating.

“Make sure Master is fine,” Alison whispered. “Please, Mistress.”

“I will,” I told her, giving her a hug.

Mark, Xiu, and I, all dressed now, walked outside where more the cops lingered. Xiu trailed behind us, her nose wrapped in a white splint. When she was dominated by Sister Cuntrag, I had kicked her in the face during the struggle and broken her poor nose.

“Officers, there are free cunts inside,” Mark said to the cops. “Just my way to show my support for the boys in blue.”

The Sergeant swallowed, but the younger cops all grinned.

“But Violet is off-limits,” Mark added. “Alison, Desiree, Fiona, Chasity, and Sister Cuntrag are available.”

“Thanks, Sir,” Officer Chan grinned.

“You don’t have to be gentle with Sister Cuntrag,” I added. “She likes it rough.” The bitch deserved her fate.

I pulled out the keys to my cute Eos, walking around to the drive door and unlocking it with the remote. Mark climbed into the passenger seat while Xiu crawled in back. I started my car up and backed out of the driveway, threading through the cop cars.

“Do you know what happened to Lilith?” I asked. She had disappeared when the cops had arrived.

“No,” Mark frowned, his eyes widening.

“I’m here,” a sultry voice purred.

I jumped when I glanced in the rear view mirror, the car swerving before I straightened the wheel.

Lilith sat in the back of the car next to Xiu, the Asian slut’s eyes wide in shock. The demoness was dressed in that same tight, red dress that was so gauzy it did nothing to hide her lush body beneath. Her silver hair had a wild, tossed, just-been-fucked-hard-in-bed look. Desire filled the car, and my pussy flooded with juices. I glanced at my fiance; his cock bulged his pants.

“I choose to retreat to the shadows,” Lilith purred. “I detest the mortal world.”

I nodded and swallowed. There was something so off about the demoness, but we needed answers. “We need to talk when we return from the hospital. Wait for us up in the master bedroom,” I ordered, hoping I had the ability to command Lilith.

The demoness lips curled into a hungry, predatory smile. “As you wish, Mistress.”

“Wait, this won’t count as a boon?” Mark asked.

“Oh, no,” Lilith answered. “I have to exercise power for it to be a boon. Healing Desiree or breaking that nun’s powers was a using my power. But talking, or other bedroom activities,” she archly said, “why they require no power at all.”

And then she was gone.

Xiu gasped and moaned. A wet, sticky, sloshing sound echoed in the car. Xiu’s eyes squeezed shut, her face contorting in bliss. The slut masturbated. And I didn’t blame her. My pussy was on fire. Lilith exuded sex and lust, infecting everyone around her. Mark rubbed at his bulging cock, and my nipples pressed against my white blouse. My cheeks burned, and I licked my lips.

“You better not stain the leather,” I warned Xiu as the slut frantically frigging herself.

“I won’t, Mistress,” Xiu panted, her voice nasally from her broken nose.

A tangy musk permeated the air as Xiu pleasure herself. The sounds of her fingers plunging into her wet cunt and the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth echoed through the car. I squirmed, my pussy growing wetter.

“Yes,” purred Xiu. “Oh, yes.” She writhed on the leather, more soft mewls escaping her lips before she collapsed into a panting heap.

“Did you have a nice one?” I asked.

“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu answered, a smile beaming across her face.

“Good, because when we get to the hospital, we’re going into the ladies room, and you’re going to finger me. You got me all horny, slut!”

“Oh, absolutely, Mistress,” Xiu said excitedly.

“Hey, what about me?” Mark protested. “My cock as hard as a rock from Lilith, and listening to Xiu frig herself didn’t helped.”

“Oh, poor stallion,” I said, patting his bulge. “You heard the paramedic, you need to stay away from too much activity. You’ve done enough fucking tonight.”

“I’m fine, Mare. I don’t even need to see the doctor. The headache’s almost gone and the nausea’s passed.”

I glared at me. “Just humor me, hun.”

“Okay, okay,” Mark sighed. “I’m only doing this because I love you so much.”

My glare melted into a smile. A light turned red ahead, and a slowed my car down. When we stopped, I bent over and kissed my fiance on the lip. “Fine, you can join us.”

“Thanks, Mare.”

“Horny stallion,” I giggled.

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Mark Glassner

My cock was painfully hard when we reached Good Samaritan Hospital. Lilith exuded this aura of lust that could awaken a corpse.

Mary parked by the new ER entrance. Good Sam had remolded since I was last here, building a new patient tower that rose above us. The ER entrances was no longer a cramped area that the ambulances could barely fit in. Mary got out of the car and grabbed Xiu’s hand, pulling our slut into the hospital at a brisk walk. Mary needed to cum so bad she didn’t even turn the car off.

With a sigh, I leaned over and turned her keys, pulling them out of the ignition, and locked the car for them. I adjusted my cock in my jeans, and strode into the hospital after the women, passing through an automatically-sliding, glass door.

The waiting room was empty. Where had they gone? I looked around, and spotted bathroom doors. I walked over and heard the soft sighs of a woman’s pleasure from the ladies room. I smiled, throwing open the door.

It was a small, single-occupancy bathroom. Mary leaned back into the wall, Xiu pressed up against her. The slut’s hand disappeared beneath Mary’s skirt, clearly fingering my fiancee’s pussy. Mary cooed in pleasure and smiled happily at me. She slid her hand down Xiu’s slim ass, and pulled up the slut’s rose-printed skirt, exposing a naked, Asian ass.

“You know what the slut wants,” Mary grinned.

“Please, fuck my ass, Master,” panted Xiu.

Smiling, I locked the door and pulled out my cock. I took a few steps to the ladies, spreading Xiu’s asscheeks apart. Her tight, puckered sphincter twitched, begging for my cock. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her opening, savoring her velvety feel before shoving my cock up into her unlubed bowels.

Xiu’s moan of pain slowly turned into pleasure as my cock bottomed out in her tight, dry ass. “Oh, Master! Fuck my dirty ass! Hurt me with you big cock! Oh, fuck!”

Xiu liked it rough, getting off on the pain. I drew back and slammed in, savoring her velvety flesh massaging my cock.

“Is that your cunt getting my thigh wet, slut?” Mary asked.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Xiu apologized. “But Master’s cock hurts so deliciously in my ass. I just can’t help getting wet.”

“Then you need to keep fingering me, slut!” Mary hissed. “After we cum, you’re going to lick your juices off my thighs.”

“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu moaned happily. “That’s sounds wonderful.”

I enjoyed Xiu velvety ass, savoring her gasps of pain and pleasure. My balls slapped against her as I buried over and over into her depths. The slut moaned, clenching her bowels about my cock, caressing my shaft as she shoved her ass back into my thrusts.

“That’s so good, Master!”

“Fucking slut,” I groaned. “Umm, that’s it. Take my cock. You fucking love it, whore!”

“So much, Master!”

“Yes, she does,” moaned Mary. “She’s frigging me so hard, and her pussy is dripping on my thigh. Fuck, slut, keep doing that. Oh, yes!”

Mary’s face contorted in bliss. I wanted to touch my fiancee. I reached my right hand around Xiu, finding Mary’s stomach. I slipped up under Mary’s blouse, sliding up her silky skin until I found her firm breast.

“Ohh, that feels nice,” Mary murmured as I gently played with her hard nipple.

“It always does,” I said, enjoying her pert breast.

“Is that slut’s ass making your cock feel good, hun?”

“So good!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum deep in her slutty ass.”

“Do it!” hissed Mary. “That’s what the cunt wants.”

“So badly, Master!” panted Xiu. “Please cum in my ass.”

I loved to hear a woman beg for my cum. My strokes grew harder. The tip of my cock tingled. I was going to erupt so hard into Xiu’s ass. My eyes squeezed shut and my entire body tensed.

“Fuck!” I grunted and came hard in Xiu’s slutty ass.

The pleasure surged through me, electrifying my body. I buried into her ass, shooting several burst of cum up her ass. Then the pleasure receded and I savored the warm embrace of her tight ass about my cock.

“That’s it, slut! Make me cum!” moaned Mary. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Xiu fingers frigged Mary’s cunt hard. The room filled wet squelches of Xiu’s digits fucking in and out of my fiancee’s pussy. Mary gasped and panted as she came on Xiu’s fingers. Xiu purred, her hips writhing as she ground her pussy on Mary’s thigh. Then she stiffened, crying out in bliss as her ass tightened on my cock.

The slut came hard.

“Umm, I needed that,” Mary smiled.

“I’m glad I could satisfy you, Mistress,” Xiu purred, kneeling down.

The good slut licked her pussy juices off Mary’s thigh, her pink tongue flicking out. My cock was still hard, and I grinned, savoring the sight. “All clean, Mistress,” Xiu reported, her head turning. “Let me take care of you, Master.”

I groaned as her tongue licked up my cock, cleaning her ass off my shaft. What a good slut.

Mary leaned in, her lips sealing on mine, kissing me with gentle passion. I moaned into her lips, Xiu’s mouth engulfing my cock. She sucked hard, eager to make sure my cock was perfectly clean. The pleasure tingled through me, and I thrust forward.

Mary’s tongue played with mine as we kissed while my hand roamed down her body. I pushed between her thighs and found her pussy wet and hot. I slipped two fingers up inside her, fucking her slowly while I rubbed her clit with the heel of my palm.

This was heaven. Kissing my love while a slut sucked my cock.

Anger spiked inside me. That bitch, Sister Cuntrag, wanted to take this away from me. From us.

Mary kissed me hard, moaning into my lips. My anger spurred my fingers to rub hard at her clit. She trembled, spasming in my arms. My balls exploded, set off by Mary’s orgasm. I made my love cum, and that sent me over the edge. My cock pulsed, shooting several hard blasts of cum into Xiu’s sucking mouth.

“That was great,” Mare smiled when she broke the kiss. “But we’ve played enough. You need to go see a doctor, mister.”

“Yeah,” I breathed as Xiu sucked the last few gobs of cum out of my dick. We straitened our clothes, left the bathroom, and checked in with the ER nurse.

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Puyallup, WA

The Puyallup Police Department was located in Downtown Puyallup off Pioneer Avenue. It wasn’t a very large building. When Peterson and I arrived, the duty sergeant led us to a small conference room. I went over my notes as we waited, sipping bad coffee.

Mark Glassner wasn’t from Puyallup, and yet that’s where he had been most active. He revealed himself on Thursday, transforming the Buy Best into his own personal orgy. He then wandered through the South Hill Mall, stealing clothes for two women—Mary Sullivan and Alison Hertz. Both were thought to be victims, controlled by his gas.

Interviews with Mary Sullivan’s father, two sisters, friends, and ex-boyfriend revealed that she had no prior meetings of Mark before she appeared walking through the South Hill Mall. According to Cynthia Wahl, Mary’s supervisor at Starbuzz, Mary met Mark only Thursday morning in Spaneway.

Because Mary was a victim, we kept her name out of the media as best we could. It was out there, but at least the news networks weren’t announcing her name in their news reports.

Mark was even more of an enigma. No college. Mediocre High School student. During his twenties he drifted from one menial job to the next. He had very few friends. We had interviewed James Penor, Chris Young, Tom Buckley, and Karl Nielson, all members of Mark’s D&D group. All four were surprised by their friend’s behavior.

And more than a little jealous.

That was the disturbing part. Mark had a growing fan base. There were women out there that thought he was a stud, and not just his victims. Every night his victims defended him on the news, and they plastered social media claiming Mark had changed their lives and had showed them sexual freedom.

“The Chief’s back,” the duty sergeant reported. “He’ll see you in his office.”

“About time,” Peterson muttered, standing up. I gathered up our files, sticking them into a satchel, and followed Peterson and the duty sergeant out of the room.

The Chief was an iron-hard man. Age had softened him one bit. He stood up from behind his desk as we walked into his small office. His desk was cluttered with case files and photos of his grandchildren.

“Chief Hayworth,” Peterson said, extending his hand. “Special Agent Peterson and Agent Heinrich.”

The Chief crushed his hand in a brief shake.

“Sir,” I nodded, shaking hands. His hand engulfed mine, his grip firm. I didn’t wince.

“What is so important that two FBI agents are here this late at night?” A smile crossed his lips. “I thought the Feds hung their hats up at five and went home for the day.”

Peterson’s face stiffened. “Chief, we want to increase the cooperation between the FBI and your department. With Mark Glassner hovering around Puyallup and South Hill, your department is right on the front line.”

“Mark Glassner is hardly that much of a bother,” the Chief said. “As near as I can tell, he hasn’t done much wrong.”

I blinked. “He’s a wanted terrorist.”

Chief Hayworth leaned back in his chair. “A terrorist that hasn’t killed anyone in these ‘so-called’ attacks.”

“He robbed three banks today,” Peterson said. “And he’s sexually assaulted so many women.”

“And yet my department has not had a single woman press charges,” the chief shrugged. “I’ll admit, some business have filed complaints for shop lifting and petty larceny, but that hardly warrants a task force.”

A chill tickled me. What if Mark Glassner had exposed the Chief to his gas? What if he had exposed the entire Puyallup Police department? My back itched. I wished I was wearing my bulletproof vest.

“Chief, are you kidding me,” Peterson snapped, his face growing flushed. “He makes people do things with his gas.”

“I’ve seen the security tapes!” barked the Chief, slamming his wrinkled hand down on his desk. “He’s never seen lugging around gas tanks. There’s no reports of him tampering with the Buy Best’s HVAC system. No chemist can even tell me what type of gas he’s using. He’s just a charismatic, young man.”

“Peterson,” I whispered.

“Now listen here, Chief!” Peterson snarled, slamming his fist on the desk even harder than the Chief had. “The FBI is requiring you and your department’s cooperation in capturing Mark Glassner.”

The Chief arched a gray eyebrow, unimpressed by Peterson’s bluster.

“Peterson, this is a waste of time.”

My partner glowered at me. I arched my eyebrows, hoping he would get it. His face paled, his eyes widening. He pulled his fist back. “I see your point, Noel.” He straightened his tie. “Chief, We’re sorry for wasting your time.”

“No problem. I’m always willing to have my time wasted by the feds.”

Peterson and I stood, shaking hands with the Chief again. I wanted to get out of the station. This place wasn’t safe any longer. It had been compromised. We strode out to our car. I fought my instincts to run, but I didn’t want to show a panic.

“Fuck,” Peterson muttered as the car started up. “You think Mark’s gotten to him?”

I nodded my head. “This is getting out of control.”

“Fuck,” Peterson repeated.

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Doug Allard – Tacoma, WA

The shaking stopped by the time I pulled into my driveway.

I turned off my Toyota, grabbed my laptop bag stuffed with all my notes and equipment, and headed into the small, blue house I shared with my wife. My stomach felt sick. I stumbled into the house and sank down on the couch.

“How’s the surveillance going?” my wife called from the kitchen.

I couldn’t muster the energy to answer her.

“Honey?”

Bit by bit, Mark Glassner’s power would spread, a cancer putting more and more people under his control. What would happen when he had an entire police force in his pocket? An entire city? What would the government do?

“Honey?” Tina asked, stepping into the living room. “What’s wrong?”

She crossed the room, sitting beside me on the couch. She put on arm around me, rubbing my shoulders. I looked at her plain face framed by her brown hair. She bit her lip—she always did when she was worried.

“Is it Mark?” Tina leaned in. “He robbed a couple of banks today. Were you following him?”

I nodded. “He…he didn’t rob them. The banks just gave him the money. The branch manager walked out, put the money in the trunk of Mark’s car, and waved as he pulled out.”

“What is he?” Tina whispered.

I told her everything I knew, everything Brandon had told me. And then I revealed the worse part. “Who’s going to stop him if he has cops under his power?”

Tina bit her lip harder. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned, leaning back. “I’m terrified. This Sister Louise was supposed to be an expert at dealing with…guys like Mark. And she almost beat him tonight. I’m not really sure what happened in there. But there was this scarlet light flashed, and this new woman appeared out of thin air. I have it on film.” I shuddered again. “She had silver hair. She didn’t even seem human the way she moved..”

Tina shivered, her face paling. “What if she was a…demon?”

“Fuck,” I groaned, leaning back. “This is so messed up.”

“Walk away,” Tina urged. “Brandon isn’t paying you enough for this.”

I looked at my wife. “But…but…Mark needs to be stopped, Tina. He enslaves people. He strides around like some dictator form a third world country. A tyrant lording it over his servants. What will happen in a year when even more people are under his power?”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “I don’t know what to do. I want to stop him. But…he scares the shit out of me. What if he gets his hands on me? What if he…turns me into one of his slave? What should I do, Tina?”

Her arms tightened. “I don’t know, Doug. God, I wish I knew. Sleep on it. Maybe the answers will come during the night.” She swallowed. “Maybe…you should pray.”

I hadn’t prayed in years. I never thought I would again, and yet…

“Maybe,” I whispered.

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