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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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The History of the Tyrants would not be complete without mentioning Alice Perry. A Realtor by profession, this young woman had long been a family friend of Mary. She played the key role in the lie that became known as ‘The Miracle’ by the Tyrants’ followers.

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

Mary Sullivan

Alison slipped out of the room and I turned to Mark. His blue eyes were questioning.

“What do you want to talk about, Mare?” my fiance asked.

I bit my lip, my stomach tensing. Last night, Lilith had told us about a few spells to protect us from Nuns and to ward our sluts. One spell, called the Mowdah ritual, would allow us to see auras, and, according to Lilith, a nun’s aura stood out from a regular person. We needed to be able to tell a nun from a regular woman. But to cast the spell, we had to make one of our sisters cum and smear her sexual juices on our eyes.

The other ritual was something Mark had to cast since he was the only one that dominated people. The Zimmah ritual would bind our sluts to us, making it impossible for another nun to use them as weapons the way Sister Cuntrag had with Alison and the rest yesterday. This spell required Mark to fuck his mother. And, according to Lilith, Mark’s mother would be immune to his powers.

Mark stroked my hair, waiting for me to speak.

I took a breath, and whispered, “Mark, can…” My words caught in my throat and I cleared them. “Can you do it? Sleep with your sister? Sleep with your mother?”

“My sister…” Mark licked his lips. “She’s always been a kid to me, but she’s the same age as you, so…I guess I could.”

“But your mother?”

Mark swallowed, his eyes growing distant, peering into my depths. I smiled at him, letting him know I wouldn’t judge his desires. I would love and support him. The pair of us had left morality behind days ago.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I could…fuck her. I’ve thought of it before. Many times. She’s…gorgeous.”

I nodded. “I guess that’s not that strange. It’s an…Oedipus complex, right?”

“You don’t think I’m…disgusting?” Mark asked, tensing.

“No,” I told him, cupping his cheeks before I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Them, my face burning, I admitted my own perverse fantasies. “When I was young, I thought of my father…so, I can understand.”

“What about you and your sisters?” Mark asked me. “Could you sleep with one of them?”

I bit my lip again, imagining my little sister Missy, just turned eighteen, smiling face, her blue eyes dewy with excitement. My thoughts turned to Shannon, my older sister with her motherly face. My stomach twisted even as my pussy itched. “I…I don’t know. They are my sisters. It…it just doesn’t seem right.”

“Of course, Mare,” He smiled before pulling me closer, my pussy pressing against his thigh. I shuddered, my hips writhing, rubbing my itching, wet flesh against him.“But it’s exciting, too?”

“Yes,” I whispered huskily, sliding my wet pussy on his thigh.

Mark kissed me, hot and quick. “You want to sleep with your sisters?”

“Yes!” I hissed.

Mark kissed me again, sending a wild heat through me. “You want to fuck your father!”

“Oh, yes!” I ground my pussy harder, my fires raging.

Mark rolled me onto my back, his lips kissing and nuzzling at my ear. Then he whispered, “I can be your Daddy.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my legs wrapping around his hips as his hard cock nudged against my wet cunt. “Oh, fuck me, Daddy!”

Mark thrust into me. I shuddered in delight, squeezing down on his girth.

“Your cock is so big, so hard in my pussy, Daddy!” I gasped, getting into the roleplay. I pictured my father, his red hair still pulled back into a ponytail, still trying to be a hip teacher even in his forties.

“My baby girl’s grown up to be so beautiful,” Mark panted, thrusting hard into me. “Your pussy feels so wonderful on my cock.”

“Am I making you feel good, Daddy?” I cooed in a little girl’s voice. His cock felt wonderful in my pussy, driving in deep and sending waves of pleasure surging through me.

“Yes, sweetheart, your cunt’s like silk on Daddy’s dick! So amazing!”

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!”

The bed creaked as Mark fucked me hard. I gasped and moaned, humping my hips, getting lost in the fantasy. Mark was atop me, his cock stabbing deep into my pussy. I squeezed down as his thrusts sent tingles of electricity shooting through my body. My orgasm swelled inside me

“I’m gonna cum, baby girl! Daddy’s gonna cum in your slutty pussy!”

“Oh, cum in my cunt, Daddy!” I moaned, eager for that wonderful moment. “Flood your daughter’s cunt with your hut, sticky cream!”

My orgasm exploded. My pussy writhed and convulsed about him. My hips bucked up into his thrusts. I shuddered in delight, massaging his cock. I wanted my Daddy to cum in me so bad. I wanted to feel that hot cum squirting into me.

“Here it comes, cupcake!” Mark groaned, thrusting his cock in deep.

And then his cum spurted into me, a flood of liquid heat.

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I cried out, his cum prolonging my orgasm. “Oh, thank you, Daddy!”

My pleasure reached its peak as Mark collapsed atop me. I loved feeling him. I held him tight, nuzzling and kissing his lips as the pleasure bled out of me.

“That was nice, Mark.” I smiled. Mark went to to roll off me, but I held him tight. “Umm, you feel nice on top of me, Daddy.”

Mark flashed his boyish grin and leaned down to kiss me.

* * *

Mark Glassner

“How am I going to sleep with my mom if my powers won’t work on her?” I asked as the bliss of our naughty roleplay fell away. Lilith had suggested that I rape my mom.

But I could never do that.

I would just have to seduce her. Somehow.

If only she wasn’t the most uptight, religious person I knew.

She sighed, squirming beneath me. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, Mark. Together.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “I guess I’ll call my sister today.” It was weird, thinking about seducing my sister. And exciting. She had matured into a hottie.

Mary’s phone chirped. I rolled off her so she could reach it on her nightstand. She sat up in bed, her breasts naked above our mussed sheets, and read the text. Mary smiled, reading the screen and started texting back.

“Who?”

“Alice,” Mary answered, focused on her phone. “She wants to get together today.”

“As our Realtor or your lover?” I asked.

Mary smiled mischievously. “Both.”

“Tell her I want to buy all the houses on the block.”

Mary texted back, and moments later there was a reply chirp. “Hmm, she thinks it very unlikely you can buy the block, but I have faith in you, hun.” Mary took a photo of herself with her phone.

“Are you sexting her?”

Mary nodded. “Here, she sent a photo.” Mary held up her phone and there was a picture of a topless, raven haired beauty who used the bathroom mirror to photograph herself. She was hot. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“Nice tits,” I commented. “Not as nice as yours, of course.” Mary smiled, blushing. I bent over and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, savoring the hard nub between my lips.

There was a soft knock at the door. “Master.”

“Come in,” I replied, letting go of Mary’s nipple with regret.

Lillian opened the door. The Goth Topic slut was naked. She must have arrived after we fell asleep last night. I wondered if she made the sex tape with the punk-rocker girl like I commanded. Her black hair, highlighted with blue and purple streaks, was pulled into two pigtails. Her pale face was accented with black lipstick and eyeliner. Gold rings pierced her right eyebrow, nose, and lip. Her pussy was shaved bare and her slit was tight and inviting.

“Master, there’s a naked lady on the porch,” Lillian said, “She says she’s a part of the Naked Jogging Club.”

“That would be Anastasia,” I told Mary.

“The woman you fucked while her husband was upstairs showering?” Mary asked with an arched eyebrow.

I nodded. “Have fun sexting,” I told Mary, kissing her on the lips before I crawled out of bed. “I’m going to go jogging.”

“You sound so resigned,” Mary giggled. “Running with a naked woman must be so trying.”

“It is,” I quipped. “It’s the sacrifice I’m making to get in better shape for you.”

Mary laughed hard, her breast jiggling. Catching her breath, a concerned look flashed across her face, and she asked me, “Are you sure you’re up for it? The doctor said to take it easy with your concussion.”

“I’m fine,” I said dismissively. “My head doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Okay, hun, have fun. Burn off some of those love handles.” Her phone chirped, and she giggled at whatever Alice sent her. She held up her phone to show another pic from Alice. I bent down to get a better look, and saw it was a close up shot of her shaved pussy. Mary took a picture of her own cum-stained pussy and sent the photo.

“When I get back, I think we should discipline Sister Cuntrag,” I told her, not sure why the thought popped into my head. Maybe it was the sight of Mary’s pussy dripping with my cum. The nun had tried to take my powers and Mary away from me. An anger flared. Sister Cuntrag needed to be punished and broken.

And I had a few ideas how to do it.

Mary looked up from her phone, anger flashing across her face. “Yeah, that sounds perfect, hun.”

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Alice Perry – Tacoma, WA

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Get the alarm, pudding,” my husband, Dean, muttered sleepily.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I tried to ignore it, wanting to sleep a little longer. Dean shifted before reaching over me and slapping the alarm. He kissed my cheek, his goatee scratchy on my neck. He looked ridiculous with the damned thing. His face was too narrow, his hair too light a shade of brown, for his goatee to look at all normal.

“Morning, Alice,” Dean whispered.

I sighed, opening my eyes. “Morning,” I muttered.

My bladder was full and I puttered to the bathroom. Dean had to leave for work earlier then me, so if I didn’t use it now, I would have to wait until he finished showering. Even after six months of marriage, I still wasn’t comfortable sharing the bathroom with my husband. I was naked as I padded to the bathroom, a good looking gal I always thought, but Dean couldn’t be bothered to at least try and leer at me.

Sixth months of marriage and the fire was already gone.

Hell, it had been gone for months already. Two months ago, I had an affair with my yoga instructor, Esteban. I thought Esteban was perfect. He paid attention to me, something my husband couldn’t be bothered with since he got the promotion back in January. I was about to leave my husband when I found Esteban was spending the same quality time with two other whores he taught yoga too.

So, not sure what to do, I stayed with Dean.

He was a great guy. We had a lot of fun when we were dating, he was making good money. It would be perfect if I could get my husband to pay more attention to me. And not just sex, although more than once a week would be nice, but talk to me, compliment me, confide in me. Maybe when he sees me prancing naked in front of him he could just throw me onto the bed and ravish me.

But then I reconnected with Mary Sullivan yesterday. I always had a secret flame for Mary, ever since she was fourteen and I saw her naked. Mary was my friend Shannon’s younger sister. I had been staying over when Mary had just come out of the shower, nude, thinking she could dash across the hall to her bedroom.

She was coltish slim with cute, just budding breasts and a fine down of red hair covering her pussy. She froze like a dear in headlights, and blushed so prettily as I gazed at her. I had never been attracted to a girl before, but Mary’s innocence filled my fantasies for weeks afterwards.

When I went to college, I messed around with a few girls, all redheads, before I met Dean in my senior year. I enjoyed the fun I had with the girls, but I liked men more. Or at least until I found myself positively dripping like a bitch in heat when Mary walked into my office yesterday. I had never seen a woman more beautiful than her.

I flirted with her and, to my amazement, she responded. Apparently, her new fiancee, Mark, had opened her eyes to all the fun she could have in bed with a woman, and eagerly took me up on my offer to go to a nearby no-tell motel I used to fuck Esteban at.

For three hours we made sweet love, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her since. Mary’s slim, coltish body had ripened into a beautiful young woman with pleasant curves. Her breasts were a plump handful, her ass nicely round, and her hips quite shapely.

And her tongue was dynamite on my pussy. The girl knew her way around a woman’s twat.

I finished peeing and when I wiped myself, I shuddered in pleasure. I was wet and aroused from thinking of Mary. God, I had to see her today. As usual, I had my phone with me. Usually, when I was in the restroom I browsed the internet. Dean always said I was like a man taking a magazine to read in the bathroom.

Before flushing, I posed in front of the mirror and snapped a picture, capturing a nice, topless pic of myself. Flushing the toilet, I exited my bathroom. Dean brushed past without a even glancing at my breasts or ass. Oh well, if Dean didn’t want to appreciate my beauty, Mary would. I got back under the covers and slipped a hand down to my wet pussy, giving my clit a flick as I texted one-handed.

“Hey Mary can’t stop think about yesterday. Want get together today? 1 pm, same place?” I attached the pic I just took and sent the text.

God, I hoped she said yes.

There was a hiss as Dean started the shower. He’d be in their awhile. He took long showers. He claimed it was to help him wake up. And then he had to shave his face and style his hair. He spent almost as much time in the bathroom as a woman. I gently slid a finger up into my juicy twat. I had plenty of time to have a nice jill before he got out of the shower.

My phone chirped, Mary had sent a reply. “Can’t wait 2 suck those titties!” That text was followed by a second one. “Mark wants 2 buy all houses on block. Talk about it after fun! *-)”

I blinked, slowing the speed I fucked my finger into my wet twat. Her fiance wanted to buy all the houses in a neighborhood. I was starting to wonder if Mary’s fiancee wasn’t lying to her. It sounded like he pretended to have a lot of money and like to dream big. And even if he did have the money, it was hard getting people to sell their houses if they didn’t want to. Plus, the news kept claiming he was a terrorist. Mary denied it, and I belied her.

I would believe anything that angel told me if it let me make love to her again.

“GL getting entire neighborhood to sell,” I texted back.

I closed my eyes and added a second finger. I was warm and sticky and felt so good. I picked up the rhythm, sighing hard through clenched teeth. My phone chirped and I quickly opened my eyes. “Don’t count mark out.” There was a pic attached.

It was Mary, nude. She lay in bed, her auburn hair tousled, her freckled breasts perky, and her dusky nipples hard.

Oh, god, she was so beautiful.

I slipped a third finger in my twat and started frantically fucking them in and out. I imagined licking those hard nipples and kissing her red lips. I could almost feel Mary’s fingers slipping up inside me, her thumb rubbing on my clit, gently, in small circles.

“Oh, Mary!” I moaned quietly, “Yes, finger me! I’m so close, oh yes, yes!”

My orgasm crashed through my body, my back arched against the bed, and I bit my lip to keep from shouting my passion aloud. I pulled my sticky fingers out of my twat. I closed my eyes and licked my sweet, tangy flavor off while pretending it was Mary’s juices.

I grabbed my phone, spread my legs and snapped a photo of my juicy twat. “Just came looking at your pic.” I attached the pic and sent it.

“Later today I’ll make you cum again :-p,” Mary texted back, along with a picture of her twat, her vulva waxed smooth and stained with milky cum.

“Is that marks cum?” I texted back.

“Yep *-)! We had a nice fuck!”

Jealousy stabbed my heart. “Lucky, haven’t had a dick fuck me in a while :-(” I texted back.

Why was I jealous? Was it that she was getting fucked and I wasn’t, or that I wasn’t the one fucking her? Was I falling in love with her?

Mary sent another pick. “Wish this was you.” There was a black hair girl with pig-tails—blue and purple highlights streaked her hair—eating out Mary’s cunt.

“Who’s that?” My twat tingled with arousal and my stomach roiled with jealousy. Fuck, I think I am falling in love with this redheaded angel.

“Just a slut that I share w/ Mark *-).”

The shower stopped. Did I have time for one more orgasm. My twat was all juicy and excited. My jealousy and arousal mixed together into this irresistible force. My finger slowly slid back down to my pussy, unable to resist. There was something so wrong at thinking about Mary with another person, another woman. Creeping closer and closer to my hungry hole. I pressed my thighs together. The tingling was so nice. My fingers found my clit and I started rubbing it in small circles.

My phone chirped. Another message from Mary. “Going 2 make you cum so hard today. :-p”

I diddled my clit faster as Mary texted me nasty messages after nasty message:

“Cant wait to eat your pussy.”

“Gonna enjoy your tongue on my clit.”

“Gonna shove my nipple up your pussy.”

“Just came on sluts mouth, cant wait 2 flood your mouth w/ my cum.”

Mary was such a nasty, wonderful girl. Her texts stoked my lust and my jealousy. I was so close, my thumb swirling hard on my clit.

“Mary!” I shouted as I came, “Oh, fuck me, Mary! Not that slut! Fuck me!”

“You okay, pudding?” Dean shouted from the bathroom.

“Yeah, just stubbed my toe,” I shouted back, breathing heavily, and texted Mary, “Just came again. Cant wait for later. Going to make you cum harder than slut! GTG work.”

Mary sent one last pic, posing in front of the bathroom mirror. One arm thrown up behind her hair, her perky breasts thrust forward, a tantalizing glimpse of the curve of her ass and just the hint of her tight pussy peaking out beneath her fiery heart of pubic hair. “Just something to tide you over, babe,” accompanied the pic.

As my husband left the bedroom, I sent one last text. “Gonna eat your twat and drink your honey.”

“Who’re you texting?” Dean asked, pulling on his gray slacks.

“Oh, just Mary,” I said. “She was one of my bridesmaids. Shannon’s younger sister.”

“The redhead?” he asked. There was a catch to his voice. Was that lust? Anger spiked my heart. Was my husband lusting after my lover? That bastard.

I thought about getting angry with him, but it wasn’t worth the effort. Hell, how could I be mad when I was the one cheating on him? “Yeah,” I answered, trying to sound normal.

I got up and paraded naked past my husband, my thighs sticky with my juices, and still no response from my husband. It was a good thing I had Mary, because a girl needed some appreciation of her beauty. Mary was right, if Dean didn’t want to take advantage of his hot, horny wife, it was his loss. Hell, I’m not sure I wanted his attention anymore. Not when I have Mary.

I slipped into the shower, washed with my apricot flavored body wash, and remembered the shower Mary and I took yesterday.

I pretended it was Mary washing my body, soaping my breasts, gently squeezing them, and brushing the loofah softly over my sensitive nipples. Then she would wash down my flat stomach, my graceful legs, sliding up my inner thigh, closer and closer and closer to my aching pussy.

The loofah was excitedly rough on my clit, digging into the groove of my labia. She would rub the sponge back and fourth on my vulva, going slowly faster and faster, adding more and more pressure, until I screamed out my orgasm.

I had to catch the shower bar as I nearly lost my balance when I came on my loofah. I giddily laughed, high on my orgasm and the adrenaline that spiked my blood from my near catastrophe, I shakily finished my shower.

I wanted Mary. She could be all mine. She didn’t need Mark. We could have so much fun with just the two of us.

I spent ten minutes trying to find the perfect outfit, something appropriate for work, but still really sexy. I settled for the shortest pencil skirt I had, a deep, royal blue with gold thread woven through out. I found a blue crop top that exposed a good deal of my cleavage and left my belly bare, then pulled a dark blue blazer on over it. With the blazer on, you couldn’t tell my belly button was exposed. To be extra naughty, I wasn’t wearing any bra or panties. I settled for a pair of dark brown, thigh-high stockings that just came up to the hem of my skirt.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror after doing my hair and make up. I slipped off the blazer, admiring my sexy figure. I looked like a model. A slutty, sex-crazed model. Mary was going to cream her panties when she saw me.

And then I would get to lick her clean.

To be continued…

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