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And the people fled before him, recognizing the perfect love contained with in the Living God and realizing how empty their hearts truly were. They were not yet ready to comprehend the simplicity of Their message. But they would.

—First book of Vivian 12:31-32

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

I left my sluts to have their fun while I marched down to Enchanted Diamonds, the jewelry store in the mall where I bought Mary her engagement ring. I had more jewelry I needed to order. I strode with confidence, people melting around me.

If any recognized me, none gasped in shock.

I reached the jewelry store and entered the well-lit show room. It was full of glass cases that contained sparkling stones and glinting metal all displayed on black, velvety trays. Patricia, the middle-aged woman I had robbed last time, stood behind the counter.

She flinched when she saw me, fear growing behind her horned-rimmed glasses. That was to be expected; I had left her tied up in the back room. I didn’t want her to get in trouble because I stole the ring.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to rob you, so relax,” I commanded. “I’m not a criminal.”

Patrica let out a sigh, lowering her hand from her blouse. A smile slowly grew. “So, did your girl say yes?”

“She did,” I grinned, remembering that happy moment atop the Space Needle when Mary said yes.

“Congratulations, son.” The old woman let out a sigh. “True love is wonderful, even if the news reports say the awfullest lies about you. I mean, if you loved that girl, you didn’t sleep with all those women.”

“I did,” I said with a shrug. “But Mary understands. In fact, she has fun with us. And that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with people having sex whenever, wherever, or with whomever they wish.”

Patricia nodded her head, her eyes widening. “I think you’re right, son.”

“I always am.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a slip of paper I wrote out while waiting on all the paperwork at the dealership. “I need some custom jewelry. I need chokers with these names set in various gems and then engraved on the back.”

I explained to her which names would have which metals and which jewels, making sure she understood everything.

“That’s at least two weeks, if not longer,” Patricia answered. “A lot of work.”

“I’ll pay double if you get it done in a week. It’s your top priority.”

She cocked her head as she thought. “Okay, son. I can do that. Double.” Her smile broadened. “And is there anything you’d like to get for your fiancee. I have a gorgeous tennis bracelet.”

I grinned, and browsed the cases for more jewelry for Mary. I found a ruby bracelet, a diamond necklace, and five pairs of various jeweled earrings. She rang up the purchases and her eyes widened when I pulled out the wads of hundreds.

“Son, a word of advise,” Patricia said as she placed the jewelry cases into a black bag. “You try having this many women, it’s going to bite you in the ass.”

I smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

She laughed wickedly. “I bet you can, son, if I was thirty years younger, I’d find out for myself.”

“I don’t doubt it. You’re a saucy—”

My phone rang. I reached into my jeans pocket, pulling it out. “Hello?”

“Mi Rey,” Desiree answered. “You need to get down to Goth Topic. Umm, we got a little out of hand.”

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons

“We’re doing nothing wrong!” Lillian declared, facing the security guards topless, her lips still smeared with Anne’s juices.

“Yeah,” Chasity nodded, marching up. “I’m a cop.”

“Right,” the guard sneered, staring at Chasity’s naked tits. “And I’m a pope. You girls are in so much trouble.”

Anne flinched, rising slowly and pulling up her top to cover her tits.

“I’ll be right there,” mi Rey declared over the phone.

“Thank you,” I sighed in relief. Mi Rey would fix everything.

It had been wild until the security guard showed up. My hand was sticky from Xiu’s cunt. I had fisted her while Fiona pulled hard on her nipple piercings. Xiu had shuddered and had moaned, loving every moment of it.

The security guards advanced on Lillian and Chasity, one reaching for a can of pepper spray on his belt. Lillian was defiant. She was a slut, and Chasity was even more fierce, slipping into a fighting stance. They were both right. There was nothing wrong with what we were doing. We were having fun. We could have fun.

We belonged to Mark and Mary. They were so powerful. They could do anything.

And so could we if they wished it.

So I joined Lillian and Chasity, folding my arms beneath my impressive tits and staring defiantly at the security guard. “We are not afraid of you,” I hissed. “We belong to Mark Glassner.”

“And if you touch us, I’ll arrest you for assault,” Chasity added, her voice stern and authoritative. “Mark Glassner lets us do this.”

“We’re his sluts!” Lillian added.

“Yeah, you are,” a guy in the crowd shouted, pointing his cell phone at us.

I straightened my back, thrusting my large, nut-brown tits at him. Let the entire world see that I was Mark’s. Especially that boorish man I married. Brandon. Mark had stolen me from my husband, and he satisfied me in ways no man ever had.

“So leave before mi Rey arrives,” I continued. “He’s coming.”

“Mark Glassner’s coming?” a woman gasped.

I nodded my head. “You’re cute. I bet you’ll love sucking his cock. Put that pretty mouth of yours to use.”

The woman fled. What a shame, she had no idea what she was missing out on.

“What the fuck is going on!” mi Rey’s voice boomed. “Everyone who’s not my sluts, get the fuck out of here. Go home!”

The crowd obeyed, cowed by his voice. Anne gasped, fleeing out of the store. Even the security guards, their faces wide with astonishment, backed away, following the tide of people that parted around mi Rey as he strode up, his arms folded.

An amused smile graced on his lips.

“What have you sluts been up to?” mi Rey asked.

“Playing,” Lillian giggled.

“Having fun,” Chasity added, relaxing from cop mode into slut mode.

“Just like you told us, Master,” Fiona purred.

“Grab your clothes.” He shook his head. “Violet, bend that pretty ass over the counter.”

“Yes, Master,” she purred, obeying quickly, shaking her slim hips. She was eager for mi Rey’s cock. Lucky slut.

“Come on, sluts,” Lillian said. “Let’s find clothes that will fit.”

Violet gasped and moaned in the background as Master pounded her naughty pussy hard.

* * *

Jessica St. Pierre

Freddy pulled the news van into the mall parking lot. “This is it,” I grinned. “We have a real chance to get a big story.”

“Yeah,” Freddy said, diving into the back of the news van to grab his equipment. I climbed out, checking my make up one last time. I wanted to look perfect if we recorded anything.

“Hurry up,” I shouted, noticing the flood of people pouring out of the mall. Something was definitely going on. A giddy thrill passed through me. “We need to start rolling!”

Freddy came out, the camera slung over his shoulder. He tossed me the microphone. I grabbed it, switching it on. “Mic check,” I said, and Freddy flashed me a thumbs up. The red light popped on and he began rolling on the people pouring out.

I pulled out my phone and called my producer. “We’re transmitting. Are you receiving? There’s something going on at the South Hill Mall. People are pouring out. I think it’s Mark.”

“Hold on.” A door banged open in the background, his feet pounding. Another door smashing and then he said, his voice breathy, “Yeah, we got your feed. Do you have your ear piece in?”

“Yep,” I answered, a giddy thrill passing through me.

“Okay, we’re going live in thirty seconds.”

I hung up, a line producers voice speaking in my ear. I moved in front of the camera, taking a deep breath as the producer counted me down. “We’re going live to our reporter in the field, Jessica St. Pierre,” Jordan, one of the anchors, reported, her feed piped into my ear piece.

“I’m here at the South Hill Mall were people are flooding out, racing into their cars, and driving off. We have received word that the infamous terrorist Mark Glassner is inside. Despite the panic, no police have yet to arrive.”

“Try and interview someone,” the producer said in my ear.

“I’ll see if I can get the answers from one of the witnesses,” I said. A woman passed by, and I reached out and grabbed her. “Do you have a minute to answer some questions, ma’am?”

“I need to get home,” the woman said, pushing her arm away from me.

“Why?”

“Because he told me to.” And then she was scampering off.

“And you, sir?” I called at a passing man. “Do you have time to answer a question?”

“No. I need to get home.”

“Why?”

“Not sure. He said it, and it feels right.”

“Who’s he, sir?” I knew, but I wanted it spoken and on the record.

“Mark Glassner.”

“Did you hear that, Jordan?” I asked, speaking to the anchor back at the studio.

“Astonishing. All these people were told to go home by Mark and they’re obeying.”

“It’s the sort of act he is responsible for,” I reported. “Mark’s gas is insidious, and people are helpless against it. It leaves them open to suggestions, and they are compelled to obey.”

“And you’re not afraid of being caught up in it?” Jordan asked.

“A little,” I lied. “But the story is so important. Risks have to be taken to get the news.” And to get an Emmy. If I had one of those, I could land an anchor job in a major market.

“And why aren’t the police on the scene yet?” Jordan asked.

“I’m not sure,” I lied again. “But we’ve been here a few minutes and we haven’t heard a single siren. This area is heavily patrolled. I find it hard to believe no cops have arrived yet.”

“Hey,” Freddy called, pointing his finger.

“Hold on, Jordan, my cameraman has spotted something.” I turned to looked. A group of women carrying shopping bags strolled calmly around a man.

Around Mark Glassner.

My heart stopped. The microphone almost fell from my hand. “We have spotted Mark Glassner casually strolling with a group of women.”

“We see that,” Jordan respond. “That’s really him. The terrorist Mark Glassner is striding through the parking lot like he was out on a shopping trip with his friends.”

“And those women with him are more of his victims, gassed into believing they are his girlfriends. I know there loved ones must be worried sick about them,” I continued, forcing myself to keep talking. What if he noticed us? What if he gassed us? It would be on film.

It was worth the risk.

I lowered my mike, thumbing it off for a moment. “Let’s go, Freddy.”

“Fuck that,” he muttered. “Too dangerous, Jessica.”

Mark Glassner and his women piled into three cars, a silver Mustang, a blue Ford Fusion, and a white SUV. One woman, her black hair streaked with blue and gathered in a pair of pigtails, waved at us before climbing into the Ford’s driver.

I flipped my mic back on. “Mark and his women are leaving in three separate vehicles.”

“Do you know where they’re heading?”

“They’re heading east through the parking lot disappearing around a bend in the mall.”

“Just astonishing,” Jordan marveled. “And still no police response.”

“It’s quite shocking,” I agreed, turning back to the camera to continue blathering on while Mark Glassner slipped away.

But I knew where he’d be going. Mountain View Terrace.

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Xiu Liu

We didn’t drive far from the mall. Lover’s Package, the local sex shop, was in a nearby strip mall.

“Did you see the news crew filming us,” Lillian giggled as we pulled into the parking lot. “We’ll be on TV tonight. They love talking about Master.”

“Of course they do,” I giggled, squirming in the seat. We didn’t spend much time in Goth Topic once Master arrived. While we quickly found our new clothing, pulling them on right there in the shop in a mad frenzy of searching for all the right sizes, Mark kept telling people to go home when they caught him fucking Violet.

The little slut sure did squeal when Master’s cock was shoved up her cunt.

I giggled. We all did. He had the best cock.

“What sort of naughty items are we getting here?” I asked as we climbed out, Master already striding in.”

“Kinky, sexy underwear,” Lillian purred, striding into the store, the new, black-and-purple tartan skirt swaying about her thighs, barely covering her ass. I wore a similar skirt, only mine was a bright pink with frilly lace decorated with black skulls trimming the hem.

Goth topic put skulls on the cutest outfits.

Lillian and Fiona went right for the sex toys, Thamina and Violet blushing as Lillian pulled out a double-headed dildo. “Want to give it a try,” Lillian purred at Violet.

“I guess,” the young slut said, a naughty grin spreading on her lips. “How?”

“Get on your hands and knees like a bitch,” Lillian laughed.

Fiona found a strap-on, throwing it at Thamina. “Why don’t you put that on and pound me as hard as Mistress?”

“How?” the Arab slut asked, staring in befuddlement at the harness.

“Just step into it,” Fiona giggled. “It’s not hard.”

Violet fell to her knees, Lillian pushing up her skirt to reveal her pussy dripping with Master’s cum. “Nature’s lube,” giggled Lillian, thrusting the dildo deep into Violet’s pussy.

“Oh, yes!” Violet moaned.

“What the fuck,” the hairy guy running the store exclaimed.

“Go home,” Mark ordered him. “Everyone who’s not my slut, go home.”

A few of the guys browsing the porn DVD’s bolted out, looking down and avoiding eye contact as they headed to the car. I giggled. Master knew how to handle people. He made me so wet. I strolled to him, my pussy burning between my thighs.

“Look at these,” Chasity giggled, finding a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. The former cop shook her head. “Real ones are so much better.”

That didn’t stop her from slapping them on Desiree and forcing the Latina slut to her knees. Chasity moaned as Desiree went to town on her pussy, munching away with gusto. Desiree knew how to eat pussy.

“What are you looking for, Master?” I purred as he walked through the shelves.

He stopped at a butt plug with an attached dog’s tail. There was a hole series of animal related items from headbands with ears, to collars and leashes, to even more butt plugs with a whole variety of tails.

“Do you want to make me your bitch, Master?” I moaned, grabbing a very thick butt plug with a dog’s tail.

Master grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. A shudder past through me. Such lust burned in his eyes. He wanted to play with me just like that. I fell to my knees without him even asking, presenting my ass to him.

Master ripped the butt plug off the shelf, tearing it free of the plastic hanger. He pulled up my skirt, exposing my pale, creamy ass. He spanked me. I howled in delight, the stinging pain heading straight to my dripping pussy.

I howled louder when he shoved the butt plug into my asshole without any lube. The pain was intense. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as I gasped and panted, making such animal sounds. I was Master’s bitch. I loved it.

He smacked my ass again.

“Well, well, well. What a hot bitch,” he grinned.

I wagged my ass, shaking the tell, my bowels burning as they squeezed down on the butt plug.

“You’re so wet. Are you in heat?”

I barked and whined.

“You need to be mounted by a stud and have your little pussy filled with a hard cock.”

I barked so loud. I needed it.

Master unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock. He thrust it into my pussy’s hot depths. I groaned, squeezing down on his cock and the butt plug stuffed up my ass. I shuddered, pushing back into him, moaning in delight as he pounded me, his hard dick stirring me up.

It was heaven. He pain in my ass fed the pleasure churning in my pussy. My fingers curled, my hips rocking into his thrusts. He leaned over me, grunting into my ear, pounding me like he was an animal.

I howled in delight.

“That’s it, bitch,” he growled. “You’re just a beast. A horny cunt that needs my cock.”

I shuddered, a ripple washing through me.

“You’re my bitch. I own you. I can hurt you, fuck you, piss on you. I can do whatever I want to you.”

I growled my consent. He owned me body and soul.

My orgasm was a hot, rolling wave. My pussy clenched in delight about his cock. I howled my bliss so loud, letting all my passion pour out of me while Master sucked and bit at my neck, marking me as his bitch.

His balls slapped my clit as he pounded me.

His cock stirred me up.

His cum flooded my cunt.

I howled again. My cunt was made to pleasure this man’s cock. I was so happy I could serve him. He chose me. Out of all the hot whores in the world, Master and Mistress chose me over them.

* * *

Mark Glassner

“Okay, see you Thursday, Quatch,” I said, hanging up my phone on one of my friends. While the sluts found their new outfits, I decided to call my friends Quatch, Kurt, Tom, and Chris. We played D&D together every Thursday night. Last Thursday I was a little preoccupied with my new powers, but I wanted to get back into the fun.

I did have to use my powers on them to straighten out the whole terrorism thing. Such an annoyance.

“Okay, sluts, let’s go.”

“Yes, Master,” the all chorused, even Xiu. I had to reverse my command. I told her she was just a beast and, well, she kept acting like one after I finished fucking her.

I grinned as my sluts paraded out of Lover’s Package. They all looked hot. The sex shop was crammed full of naughty outfits, every fetish had its look, and I dressed my sluts in them.

“Thank you, Master,” Thamina grinned as she strutted her stuff in a sexy nurse’s outfit made of a gauzy white material that her dark body was clearly visible through. The skirt was very short and came with white, thigh high stockings and a nurses cap.

Chasity put on a sexy cop uniform, royal blue blouse that only buttoned halfway up, leaving her breasts almost entirely exposed, and a royal blue miniskirt. She pulled her own utility belt out of my Mustang’s trunk, complete with her gun, baton, stun-gun, handcuffs, and other cop tools. The thigh-high, black leather boots accented the outfit.

I put the other sluts into sexy maid outfits, like the one Allison had. Each had transparent bodices that showed off their tits, short skirts with many lacy petticoats underneath that puffed out the skirts. The skirts were so short, if they bent over their asses and cunts would be on display.

They were delicious.

I smacked Violet’s ass as she strutted by, shaking her slim rear in that naughty skirt. She giggled. “Thank you, Master.” She skipped to my car.

“So kinky,” Lillian smiled, holding a shopping bag full of sex toys.

I held a bag of my own. My special toys to play with Sister Cuntrag. She needed to be further broken and humiliated. I had the butt plug I shoved up Xiu’s ass, along with nipple clamps, a dog’s collar, leash, and a headband with doggy ears.

Sister Cuntrag would be my bitch until she consented to be my slut.

Cop sirens echoed in the background as we piled into our cars. I caught a glimpse of SWAT vehicles racing into the South Hill Mall parking lot. They were a little late. The Puyallup Police had never responded, so I guess the Sheriff’s department was taking over policing in the Puyallup cops absence.

I really didn’t care. Tomorrow, I would put every local police department’s commander, including the Sheriff, under my power.

“Where to, Master?” Violet asked as she hoped into the passenger seat.

“Furniture store.” We needed more beds at the house. There was a large basement. A few beds could be fit back there. It was already growing tight, and Chantelle and Lana were still on their honeymoon. They’d arrive in a few days, plus Mary and I planned on adding at least one more slut if we could find a OB/GYN that fit our criteria: young and hot.

We walked in. Sadly, it there were no hot girls to test the beds on. That didn’t stop the sluts from having their fun. I picked out the beds and, with a few simple commands, made sure the beds would be delivered to the home in a few hours. I was eager to get back and see Mary. I wanted to find out how her date with Alice went.

A jealous roil went through me.

Mary and Alice are just friends with benefits. Mary isn’t in love with her.

But my fiancee had been so excited to go see her, dressing up, almost giddy. It was like a date.

I forced those thoughts down.

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Agent Noel Heinrich

I shook my head as I watched the mall’s security footage.

We had missed Mark by thirty minutes. It didn’t matter that it took time to get the SWAT team. The drive from Tacoma alone would have kept Peterson and I from arriving on time. Mark waltzed in and out with his women in twenty minutes. We identified a few of the women with him. Two of the missing waitresses from the Space Needle—Xiu Liu and Fiona Cavanagh— and Violet Matheson, the girl kidnapped from a Seattle hotel. But we didn’t have identities on the other three yet. And none of the women were Mary or Alison, the two women spotted with him all last week.

What had he done with them?

No Puyallup Police Officers had responded to the many 911 calls that had poured in. The dispatchers never bothered to send any units. The only people waiting at the mall when we arrived was the reporter Jessica St. Pierre. She harangued us with questions about the lack of response from the Puyallup Police Department, demanding to know why the Pierce County Sheriffs were here but not the local cops who had jurisdiction over Puyallup and this part of South Hill.

This entire mess was about to explode.

“Let’s get to work identifying these women,” Peterson said.

I nodded, staring at the screen at the unidentified Arab, Hispanic, and White woman. The White woman seemed to know the salesclerk at the Goth Topic. We’d have to talk to the employee. But like everyone else, Mark had ordered her to go home and she had obeyed.

“Maybe one of them will lead us to Mark.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, stretching my back. “Let’s contact the Goth Topic management. Find out about this employee.”

I knew it would be a long night tonight as we tried to identify them. But it was always the little things that broke a case wide open, some tiny mistake the perp had made and didn’t even know it. And who knows, the identity of one of these women could be that little thing.

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