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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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Be mindful of your dreams. Angels are wont to visit us as we slumber, imparting their knowledge to us. Be open to receive it. The rewards will be immense.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Wednesday, June 12th, 2013 – Sister Theodora – Miami, FL

“Theodora…” the ethereal voice whispered. “Awaken…”

I realized I was dreaming as the voice blew away the fog of sleep from my mind.

In my dream, I was with my family having dinner. Sean, my ex-husband, was sitting opposite me at the dining room table. Between us sat Shannon on my right, our oldest daughter, happily chatting to Mary, who sat on my left. And past Mary sat our youngest, little Missy, who was feeding her baby doll with a little bottle. Behind me, I could feel the malevolent gaze of Kurt, the damned Warlock who stole me away from my family.

The dream would play out the same as it always did. In a moment, Kurt would walk in and I would…do things to him as my family happily ate their dinner. I hated thinking of the vile things Kurt would make me do. My body ached from the burns and bruises, my nipples burning in pain from the piercings.

And then I would wake up, sweating and shivering. I would cry myself back to sleep, heartsick for my husband and daughters. Kurt had stolen my family away from me. When Sister Louise freed me, Kurt had already made me tell my husband all the filthy things I had been made to do by the bastard. I could still see the hurt in Sean’s eyes as the enslaved me told him how much I enjoyed Kurt’s cock. The monster made me divorce Sean and sign away my parental rights. When I was freed by Sister Louise, it was too late for me to go back to Sean. He had been too hurt.

The damage was done.

“Theodora…” the voice whispered again.

I looked around, conscious that I was dreaming.

Kurt was there, lurking behind me, a shadowy form with a mohawk, red eyes, and silver glinting at his lip from his piercing. Kurt loved piercings, the asshole had made me get piercings all over my body: my lips and nose, my nipples and clitoral hood, and both of my labia. The holes had healed over the last thirteen years, but not the memories. I could still recall Kurt pulling on the rings piercing my nipples, or my labia until the pleasure turned to pain.

“Theodora…”

The voice was coming from the hallway that led back to the bedrooms. Sean and I had a tiny house, only three bedrooms and one floor. Missy and Mary had to share a bedroom, but Shannon had her own bedroom because she was the oldest.

I followed the voice and saw silvery light shining underneath the door to the bedroom I used to share with my husband. My heart thudded in my chest. What was going on here? My hand shook as I reached out for the door, the metal cold beneath my sweaty palm.

“Theodora…”

The voice came from right behind the door, ethereal, accompanied by a musical chorus, like the ringing of wind chimes.

The door opened and standing in the room, shining brilliant silver, was a seemingly young looking man, fit and muscled like a Greek statue, dressed in a white tunic. He was handsome, almost beautiful, his face chiseled and perfect, square-jawed. My face flushed with desire. His hair was shining gold, his eyes brilliant sapphires, and his skin burnished bronze. His face was peaceful, serene even, just the hint of a smile played on his lips.

“Theodora, I am the Dominion Ramiel, here to guide and instruct you through your dreams.”

I swallowed. “Thank you, my Lord.”

“I am unworthy of such honors, you may simply refer to me as Ramiel,” he said humbly. “As you have suspected, Sister Louise has fallen to her Pride and been made Thrall by the Warlock.”

Fear ran cold across my skin. “I will not fail,” I said, not sure what else to say.

“Of course not, Theodora. However, the Demoness Lilith has been summoned and serves the Warlocks.”

“Warlocks?” I interrupted. “There’s more than one?”

“Yes, lovers,” Ramiel simply answered. “With Lilith of the Black Womb aiding them, the traditional powers of our Priestess will soon be ineffective. Lilith will arm the Warlocks with the ability to see your golden aura and will make their Thralls immune to control and exorcism. Other methods will be necessary to fight them. More oblique methods.”

It was worse than I thought. “I…I have never faced a demon before.”

“It has been many centuries since Warlocks have been so armed, but fear not. Tactics were developed and I am here to teach you.”

His tunic melted away, leaving him naked. His manhood was hard and erect, rising out of a forest of golden hair. “You need to…be with me?” I asked, squeezing my thighs as my excitement mounted.

The touch of an Angel was Ecstasy.

“Just as you were taught your current prayers,” Ramiel answered.

Sweet memories or those early dreams I had experienced right after I took my vows blossomed in my mind. I had been taught my prayers by the Angel Hadraniel. It had been several very pleasant nights of being the lover of an Angel.

“This first one you shall learn is known as the Prayer of Avvah.”

Ramiel’s bronzed hand caressed my face, pleasure rippled through my body. My clothes melted away as Ramiel kissed me, wrapping his arms about my body. His manhood pressed hard against my stomach, and I moaned wantonly into his lips. Like with Gabriel and his Ecstasy, pleasure surged through my body, ending at my womanhood in an explosion of bliss.

My pussy convulsed as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through my body. I was buffeted by the rapture, screaming my ecstasy into his mouth. I shuddered, my mind lost as every neuron in my body fired.

I came to my senses for a moment. I lay on the bed, Ramiel was on top of me, his cock hard and pressing at the opening of my pussy. “Praise God!” Ramiel moaned as he sank slowly inside me.

I cried out in passion, his girth pleasurably spreading my pussy, the head of his dick rubbing deliciously on the sensitive walls of my sheath. I racked his strong back with my fingernails as another orgasm rolled through me. Ramiel fucked me with a slow, steady rhythm atop me. I slid my hands down and gripped the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him harder into me.

“The Prayer of Avvah can only be used on a mortal, one not touched by evil,” Ramiel gasped as he thrust in and out of me. “It will create a powerful, obsessive attraction between two people.”

“I don’t…oh fuck…understand?” I gasped. “How could that…uhhh…useful?”

“There are two Warlocks. They are lovers,” Ramiel explained. “A wedge must be driven between them. Separate, they will be more vulnerable. Particularly the male. His powers are too dangerous and Lilith serves his lover.”

“Okay,” I moaned. “Harder, please! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

Ramiel fucked me harder, faster. It felt so good! Nothing was better than a man inside my pussy, and an Angel was even better than a man. My legs wrapped about his waist, tightly hugging him to me. My third orgasm was building quickly. Every time his cock buried itself into my cunt, my clit rubbed against his groin and my orgasm grew and grew until I screamed my pleasure loudly.

“To perform the Prayer,” Ramiel continued as I bucked and heaved, locked in rapture, “you must intimately know the Mortal. When they orgasm, whisper Avvah into their ear followed by the name of the person you wish them to form the obsession with. When that Mortal lies with the one you named, the Bond of Avvah shall form.”

“Alright,” I panted, kissing his beautiful face, enjoying his muscular chest crushing my breasts, my nipples.

“Tonight, you will find a mortal to test it out with,” Ramiel continued. “You will know him when you lay eyes on him and with whom to make his obsession. When you are sure you’ve preformed the Prayer correctly, your true target is Samantha.”

“Antsy?” I gasped in realization. “She claims to the sister of Mark Glassner.”

“Indeed, her brother is Mark Glassner, one of the Warlock,” Ramiel answered. “To arm himself against you, he will need to sleep with his sister. Thus, we shall turn the Warlocks plan against him.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I can do that!” I panted, grinding my hips into Ramiel, desperate to reach another orgasm. Ramiel began plowing me hard, his cock felt like fire as it plunged in and out, stirring me up over and over. His thrust became more frantic, my pussy was beginning to ache pleasantly from the urgency of his fucking. His cum was liquid fire inside me, igniting every nerve in my body and…

…I woke up cumming and groaning, wrapped up in the sheets of my hotel bed. I was drenched in sweat, my silk negligee clinging wetly to my body. The air conditioner blew cold upon my body and I shivered.

“Have a good one?” Antsy asked sleepily, lying on her side. “You’ve been moaning for the last ten minutes.”

“What?” I asked trying to think through the fog of ecstasy.

“Did you have a nice wet dream?” Antsy grinned, sitting up in her bed. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt that left her slim legs bared.

“Yeah,” I answered, smiling. “A really nice one.”

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Tacoma, WA

I sat on the far end of the table hoping SAC Kemp wouldn’t speak to me. The short, bald man with piercing eyes was the Special-Agent-in-Charge of the Tacoma branch of the FBI. The ASAC, Michael Donovan, sat nearby, leaning back in his chair as he read our report.

The door to the conference room opened and Sheriff Erkhart strode in, dressed in the beige uniform of a Pierce County Sheriff. He was a tall man, streaks of gray at his temple.

“Thanks for coming in, Pete,” the SAC said, motioning to a chair. “The situation in Puyallup is growing dire.”

Sheriff Erkhart nodded. “It’s one of the topics at the LESA meeting this afternoon. I just can’t believe Chief Hayworth and his department have been compromised.”

“We have wiretap evidence of at least his 911 operators and police dispatchers are under Mark’s power,” my partner, Special Agent Peterson, assured the Sheriff. “Your SWAT commander can tell you the level of cooperation we received from the Puyallup Police yesterday.”

None.

“It’s definitely a problem. This damned gas.” The Sheriff drummed his fingers. “So what do you need from me?”

“Your SWAT team on standby, ready to go at a moment’s notice,” Kemp said. “They have chemical warfare gear. I’m sure you have veterans in the unit that have used MOP in combat.”

The Sheriff nodded.

“Loan them to us. We’ll station them in Puyallup. We’ve already located a storage facility near the Mall that works perfectly to house their gear. We have the Puyallup Police Department’s communication facility bugged. The moment we get a 911 call, we can pounce and send in the big guns.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” The Sheriff leaned forward. “This man is dangerous. I hope you’re not thinking of using nonlethals on him?”

I swallowed, a chill descending on the room.

“If you’re men think he’s a threat to their…independent thought, I don’t think anyone will criticize too loudly if they responded with lethal force.”

A technician burst in. “We’re getting 911 calls from South Hill about Mark,” he reported.

“Damn it,” Peterson groaned. “We’re not ready.”

“We will be soon,” I told him. “Mark thinks he’s invincible. We’ll get other shots at him.”

To be continued…

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