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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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Samantha Glassner was the first weapon wielded by Sister Theodora Mariam.

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

Doug Allard

“So it’s $2000 a month,” the property manager said as we moved through the empty house. “Plus first and last month rent. Oh, and a security deposit of $1500, of course.”

Brandon nodded his head. “That’s fine. When can I move in?”

“It takes a few days to process the paperwork.”

Brandon pulled out his wallet and handed her a wad of hundreds. “We’ll move in today.”

The property manager licked her lips, then nodded, pocketing the bills.

“Okay, Mr. Fitzsimmons, just write me the check for rent and the deposit, and I’ll hand over the key.”

“Doug, start bringing in the equipment,” Brandon ordered as he followed the property manager to the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

I headed back to the car, grabbing the new surveillance equipment Brandon bought. He spent $30,000 on it without batting an eye. I grabbed the first case, walking upstairs to the master bedroom. The window had a perfect view of Brandon’s backyard, the master bedroom, and the kitchen. I could see movement in the master bedroom.

It was Mary’s naked ass as she bent over and pulled on a red skirt.

This was perfect. I unpacked the laser microphone. It was simple to do. I plugged it into the wall outlet, turned it on, and began adjusting the control settings. I flipped on the laser, and the device hummed. I aimed it at the Master Bedroom’s window, using the small, infrared screen so I could see where the laser hit. I pulled on the earphones and made sure everything worked right.

“I guess I’ll call my sister’s then,” Mary said in my headphones, her voice as clear as day. The laser could detect the minute vibrations on the window Mary’s voice caused, the software interpreting it as sound.

“We’re in business,” I smiled, slipping off the headphones to go grab the rest of the equipment.

From here, I would learn all the secrets Mark and Mary possessed and use them to defeat the monster before he could cause anymore problems.

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Sister Theodora Mariam – Los Angeles, CA

“Now boarding rows 20 through 30,” the gate attendant said.

I stood up and joined the lines of people queuing up to board American Airlines flight 126, a flight from Seattle to Miami with a layover here in LA. After my Ecstasy this morning, I was sure the Creator and the Archangel Gabriel were sending me to Seattle to fight the Warlock that had defeated Sister Louise.

Mark Glassner. My fist clenched just thinking his name.

But when Zi had dropped me off at LAX a few hours ago, I had walked up to the ticket counter. My plane ticket was somehow ready for me, Providence at work. But when I had looked down at the ticket, I had blinked in surprise—Providence wanted me to go to Miami instead.

I was confused, but it wasn’t my place to question Providence. The prayerbook of my order was quite clear on that.

I walked down the aisle, squeezing past other passengers as I looked for my seat. I had seat 27b.

Sitting in 27a, against the window, was a raven haired girl, probably twenty or twenty-one, in a leopard print belly shirt and jean shorts. She was listening to music on her ipod while surfing the internet on her smart phone. I put my carry-on bag in the overhand bin and sat down in the seat next to her.

“Hi,” I said.

She nodded at me when her phone rang. She looked down and she rolled her eyes in annoyance, and hung the phone up without answering. “My brother,” she told me, shaking her head. “He still uses his phone as a phone, can you believe that?”

I laughed, being polite. But what else was a phone for? I may look eighteen, but I was actually forty-four, so I really didn’t get the current generation. I glanced curiously at her phone. What did people do with those smart phones anyway?

The girl’s phone chirped again.

“Man, my brother really wants to see me,” she said. “It’s a shame I won’t be back home for a week.” She texted her brother back. “He’s in so much trouble right now. I really don’t want to get involved with it.”

“Oh,” I said politely.

“Looks like we’re going to be plane buddies,” the girl smiled as she slipped her phone into her purse. “The guy who sat beside me from Sea-Tac just snored the entire way.”

“I don’t snore,” I told the girl.

“Good,” she said with relief. “It was so annoying.”

“I’m Theodora,” I told her, holding out my hand.

She shook my hand. “Samantha,” she said, “but everyone calls me Antsy.”

“Antsy?” I asked and couldn’t help my smile.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, my dad gave it to me when I was a kid. I never could sit still for longer than a minute. I was always shifting in my seat. He said I had ants in my pants.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” I told her.

“Sure,” Antsy shrugged, shifting in her seat. “I guess I still have problems sitting still. But I’m just so excited. I get to spend a week in Miami! I’m going to have so much fun!”

“Are you visiting friends?” I asked her.

“No,” she shook her head. “I was supposed to go with my friend Donna, but she had a family emergency. I would have canceled, but the trip’s all paid for and Donna insisted that I go. What about you, Theodora?”

“Oh, I just felt like going to Miami,” I told her. “I kinda go where destiny takes me and today it’s telling me to go to Miami.”

“Wow,” Antsy said, looking at me in amazement. “Do you even have a place to stay?”

“Oh, I’m sure destiny will guide me to something.”

She looked considering at me. “Well, maybe destiny led you to me. Since you don’t look like a crazy woman, and since my hotel room has two beds.” She smiled, arching her eyebrows. “If you don’t mind staying with a stranger.”

“Sure,” I told her, wondering how Antsy and Miami fit into Providence’s plan. I guess I’ll just have to find out.

“Good,” Antsy said, nodding her head seriously. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

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Mary Sullivan – South Hill, WA

I pulled my Eos out of the driveway, eager for my date with Alice. My pussy already itched picturing my dark-haired lover. It was fun meeting her in the motel room. It’s like we were having an affair.

We’ll, she was. Mark would hear every last detail of our tryst when I returned home tonight.

I would devour Alice. I would spread her thighs apart and just go to town on her pussy. I imagined her delight as I drove, the way she would gasp and moan, screaming my name as her orgasm burst through her.

And suddenly she was Missy in my mind. My younger sister’s small breasts heaving as I devoured her pussy.

I shook my head, driving out thoughts of my little sister. My mouth went dry and another flush of heat rippled through me. I had to call Shannon and Missy. I had to arrange a night of passion with one of my sisters.

Or both.

I had already crossed so many taboo lines. I had already given in to so much lust. I wanted to make love to my sisters. But I was so afraid of crossing that line. They were my family. Them and my dad were the only family I had.

Well, and now I had Mark and the sluts.

And it’s not like Mark couldn’t smooth it out and make sure my sisters enjoyed themselves.

And what about Dad? Why should I leave him out?

I squeezed my thighs as I imagined spreading my legs for him. It had been so hot when Mark pretend to be my daddy. After all the kinky things I had done since meeting Mark, what was kinkier than a daughter fucking her dad?

Maybe having a cock like Lilith.

Boy, my thoughts were all over the place.

But what would it be like to have my own throbbing dick. I had fun fucking sluts with my strap-on, but if I could actually feel their hot flesh wrapped around my cock as I thrust into their holes…

I bet it would be wonderful.

Mark sure loved to stick his cock in whatever hole caught his fancy.

I bit my lips, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. But Mark was so uncomfortable with Lilith and her cock. What if he doesn’t want me to have a cock?

I pushed down my lust. It was so hard. My pussy itched to be naughty.

“I need to focus on my sisters,” I muttered. “I can fuck them. Forget about Lilith’s cock, and think about seducing Missy and Shannon.”

Say the word, Mistress, Lilith whispered in my mind, and the cock can be yours.

I groaned, gunning the engine as the light turned green. “No!” I shouted at the demoness. “I don’t want a cock.”

Lilith laughed in my mind.

To be continued…

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