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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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Many lies were slandered by the media, and none were more vile than the musings of Jessica St. Pierre. Like all who slandered our Living Gods, she had a weakness—vain pride. Her pride had consumed her, and led her to her awakening when she witnessed the God in all his glory.

—First book of Vivian 15 1-1

Jessica St. Pierre – South Hill, WA

I was too excited to be tired as Freddy, my overweight cameraman, pulled up the news van on the shoulder of Shaw Road. I had good reason to believe I’d catch Mark Glassner jogging naked down the road. Last night, after I left the South Hill Mall, I had interviewed Matilda Cranston. She had claimed to see Mark jogging naked both Monday and Tuesday morning accompanied by other women.

I was right outside Mountain View Terrace. If I saw him, then I would have confirmation that Mark Glassner was staying in the house at the end of Mountain View Terrace. Monday evening, while reporting at an officer involved shooting, I thought I had glimpsed Mark.

It also made me realize that Mark Glassner had the entire Puyallup Police Department under his thumb. I was ready to break this story and win an Emmy. This would be the story of the decade. Already every news channel across the country were running my reports on Mark Glassner, the country fascinated by the terrorist that could control people with a strange gas.

“We ready to record the phone call?” I asked Freddy as we sat up, the sun just rising to the east over Mount Rainier.

“Yes, we are,” Freddy grinned. We had worked together for months, and for months he had been an apathetic guy barely doing enough work to keep from being fired. But this story had him invested.

I was eager to call 911 the moment we had Mark on film. I would record the dispatchers not caring at all about the call and splice it together with my footage. Today was the day I made my big splash.

I pulled out my compact and checked my makeup.

I was perfect.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The sunlight streaking through the bedroom window woke me up.

My fiancee, Mary, slept peacefully next to me. A streak of auburn hair lay across her pale, freckled cheek. She was so beautiful, I reached out and gently brushed the strand of hair out of her face. She smiled in her sleep and murmured slowly. I kissed her cheek and carefully crawled out of bed to take a piss.

When I finished, I slipped out of the master bedroom and headed downstairs for my morning jog. None of the sluts were awake and the house was strangely quiet. On the porch the two members of the Naked Jogging Club waited nude—Anastasia and Madeleine. Anastasia was a blonde, Russian beauty that strangely dyed her hair a dark black while Madeleine was a MILF brunette. A Southern belle with a wickedly hot accent.

I hated jogging, but I did it to get in better shape for Mary. Of course, watching two fine, naked asses bobbing before me was a hell of a motivator.

My thoughts drifted as I jogged, my eyes fixed on the shaking, perfect asses before me. My cock was hard and throbbing, eager for the post-jog fuck. The talk with Karen last night only made it more important that I seduced my mother.

According to Lilith, the Zimmah ritual would create a bond between me and my Thralls. A nun, like Sister Theodora Mariam would be unable to dominated my Thralls the way Karen had on Monday. Every time the Thralls were away from me or Mary, they were vulnerable. To cast the Zimmah ritual, I had to fuck my mom. And, again according to Lilith, my mind control powers would not affect my mother. The only person immune to a Warlock’s powers were their mother, for a man, and their father, for a woman.

So how could I make love to my mother?

I shuddered, thinking about the alternative ways to fuck her. I couldn’t rape my mother. She was…well…my mother. Maybe if she had been an asshole like my father, but she was always the sweetest woman in the world. Even when she was angry with me I weirdly felt like she still cared about me. Not like my dad; the asshole would just get drunk and hit me. Fuck, the fact that she’s put up with my dad for thirty years must make her a saint or something.

I barely noticed that we had jogged down to Rogers College and were already heading back home. Scenario after scenario flooded my mind as I considered how I could seduce my mother. None seemed realistic.

She was an uptight Christian. I’m pretty sure she’s only ever been with Dad. She’d never willingly sleep with her son.

I shook my head in frustration and noticed two women waiting at the street light at Shaw Road ahead. Two new members to the Naked Jogging Club would distract me from the problem with my mom. I grinned, my cock throbbing harder.

* * *

Jessica St. Pierre

I giggled in delight as Freddy edited the 911 call into the footage we captured of Mark and the two women jogging out of Mountain View Terrace, turning left onto Shaw Road and jogging down towards the light at 39th Avenue.

“This is it, Freddy. This is going to make me famous.”

Freddy nodded his head. “We should think about getting out of here.”

I shook my head. “I want to film him coming back. Maybe, if we’re quick, we can hop in and drive down the street. If we witness Mark going into the house, we’ll have him.” I let out another squeal of excitement. I was getting my Emmy.

“I don’t know…” Freddy said. “We’re pressing our luck. He’ll definitely see us.”

“So? Did you see anything on him? He was completely naked. How could he gas us?” I gave Freddy a look. “Besides, I think you can take him. He’s a little pudgy.”

“I guess,” Freddy muttered. “But…”

“We’re doing it. It’ll be the final touches the story needs.” I glanced up the road to the light. “Shit, that’s him.”

Freddy piled out of the van after me, pointing his camera down the street. I grabbed the mic and began narrating. “Mark Glassner returns from his jog. He has been gone twenty minuets. So far, no Puyallup Police Officers have responded. Further proof that the Puyallup cops are under the control of his insidious gas.”

Insidious. I loved that word. It would frighten people.

“Hey, Jessica,” Freddy said as Mark grew closer.

A younger woman, maybe eighteen with honey-brown hair, pointed at us. I blinked. There were four women with Mark instead of two. “And it looks like Mark Glassner has picked up two more women to join him jogging naked…”

My voice trailed off as Mark crossed the road, his naked women jogging on. He was coming towards us. Panic gripped me. He had added two more women. However Mark controlled people, it wasn’t with some gas he had to lug around with him.

“We need to go, Jessica!” Freddy said.

“Yeah!” I gasped, turning to race back to the news van.

“Stop!” a powerful, commanding voice boomed. My legs obeyed. “Why are you running?”

“I don’t want to be controlled by you,” I spat out trying to force my legs to move.

“But you’re a reporter. You want to interview me.”

My eyes widened. This was the scoop of a lifetime. “Yes, I do, Mark Glassner.” I beamed, turning to face him.

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Mark Glassner

I grinned at the reporter as she turned around, excitement suddenly blooming in her caramel face. She was gorgeous, a perfect face framed by honey-brown hair. It was hard to tell what nationality she was; Hispanic, Asian, Filipino, or African American. Maybe it was all of them, blended together to make this smoking hot reporter. She wore a pink, silk blouse and a tight, gray pencil skirt that showed off the nice curves of her ass.

She wanted to move towards me. “You can both move,” I commanded them.

The sexy reported strutted towards me, shaking those fine hips. My cock ached to be touched. Her greasy-looking camera operator followed her, the camera pointed right at me. I was naked, being recorded, and I didn’t care. I could do anything.

“Sir,” the reporter purred, her voice honey on my ears. I had seen her on the news reporting on me a few times. “I’m Jessica St. Pierre, KIRO 7 News. Why are you and that group of ladies jogging naked?”

“We’re the Naked Jogging Club,” I told her. “I figured I should get in shape, and the best way is with a bunch of sexy, naked women.”

The cameraman grinned at me.

“I completely agree,” Jessica nodded. “I can see how that would be stimulating.”

“It is,” I nodded. “And you’re getting stimulated just looking at my naked body. I make you wet.”

She shifted her hips, her cheeks blushing. “So wet, sir.”

“I bet your naughty pussy is just begging to be fucked by my hard cock.”

Her moan was so throaty. “Oh, yes, Mark. I would love that.”

“Then why don’t we continue this interview in your news van.” I glanced at her cameraman. “Alone.”

“Absolutely,” Jessica moaned, her nipples hard through her silk blouse. “Freddy, stay out here.”

“Eh, Jessica, are you sure about that,” the cameraman asked.

“Yeah, Freddy,” Jessica answered. “I need to be satisfied. Mark’s so…stimulating.”

“Relax, Freddy, Just hang outside and never tell anyone about this,” I ordered. “And delete the footage.”

“Yeah,” Freddy muttered, playing with his camera. “Shit.”

Inside the news van was crowded with equipment. There was a video editing machine on one side and shelves holding cables, lens, batteries, and other items covered the opposite wall. A large cylinder filled part of the van, the telescoping satellite dish that would rise up for broadcasting.

“Get naked,” I ordered Jessica.

“Of course,” she nodded. “Umm, I need your cock so bad.”

I laughed. “I know. I have that effect on women.”

She unbuttoned her pink, silk blouse. Underneath, she wore a frilly, pink bra that covered her round tits. The bra clasped in the front, and I reached out and unclasped it, spilling her dark breasts out. They were lovely, topped by brown nipples. I pinched a hard nipple, rolling the turgid nub between my fingers; she let out a throaty moan.

“That’s not very…appropriate,” she panted.

“But fucking your pussy with my hard cock is?” I laughed, loving the way her mind was processing my commands.

“Well, my pussy is just dying to be fucked by your cock. I can’t help it.”

“You want me to touch you everywhere. You love it.”

I pinched her nipple harder. “Yes! Your fingers our wonderful, Mark! Oh, fuck!

She unzipped her skirt, the zipper on her left side, and slid it off her slim hips. Her panties were a matching pink and as frilly as her bra, the gusset damp with her excitement. She pulled those off, shaking her hips side to side as she worked the tight panties of her hips. Her cunt was waxed bare, her labia protruding thickly out of her slit. Moisture beaded on her lips and her vulva was swollen with desire.

“You are fucking hot,” I told her, my cock hard with my lust.

She blushed. “Thank you.”

“You’re going to be my and my fiancee Mary’s sex slave,” I ordered her. “You will do whatever filthy, depraved things we tell you to.”

She nodded.

“You’ll have a very important job,” I further told her. “You will need to use your contacts to alert me of any issues, like reports of naked joggers, and anything about Mark Glassner or Mary Sullivan. Or anything strange that happens in the area.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Master,” I corrected, pinching her nipple hard.

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, shuddering in delight.

“You will act like your normal self around others,” I told her. “But when your around me, Mary, and the sluts you’ll act like the submissive whore you are. Tonight, when you get off work, pack up your clothes, jewelry, makeup, whatever you need for your job. You have a new place to live.”

“I know where,” she purred. “I saw you Monday night.”

“So you understand everything, slut?”

“I understand,” she answered. I gave her a look and she hastily added, “Master.”

“Do you have a husband or boyfriend?”

“No, not really, Master.”

“Good, get down on all four.”

Jessica hastily fell to her knees, presenting her caramel ass to me and her wet cunt peaking out between her slim thighs. I knelt behind her and squeezed her ass. I rubbed my cock on her pussy, searching for her hot hole.

I found it, her lips engulfing my tip. I slid my cock slowly into the velvety warmth of her cunt. It felt so nice to slide inside her and to hear the wanton moan that issued from her lips. She pushed back, eager to be filled.

“Oh, your shaft feels so nice in my snatch, Master,” Jessica moaned.

“That’s because you’re a slut,” I growled.

“Yes, Master! Your slut!”

I stroked her ass, spread her cheeks, and found the dark asshole. I licked my thumb and shoved it up her ass. She gasped and writhed her hips as my thumb wiggled up her tight asshole. Her cunt tightened on my cock as I invaded her ass.

“Fuck, your pussy’s nice,” I panted. “But I bet you’re ass would feel even tighter.”

“If that would make you happy, Master,” Jessica gasped. “Then stick your shaft up my asshole.”

“What a great slut you are.”

She beamed at me over her shoulder, her caramel face flushed with passion.

I pulled out of her cunt and moved up, finding her wrinkled asshole with the head of my cock. I pushed with steady pressure. The head of my cock slipped past her tight ring and into her warm bowels. I slid in easy and Jessica purred in pleasure. I screwed her with a slow pace, savoring her tightness.

“Fuck, I’m not the first cock you’ve had up your ass, huh, slut?”

“No, Master! I love it up the ass!”

“I bet you do, you filthy whore,” I said.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “I’m such a whore! I love dicks! In my mouth, my snatch, my asshole!”

My balls slapped on her taint as I fucked her ass harder. The tight bliss of her velvety bowels built the pressure in my balls. I groaned, gripping her hips as I rammed my cock deep into her ass. She was so hot, and so mine.

“Here it comes!” I panted, my balls tightening.

I threw back my head, grunting as the pleasure exploded out of me in four mighty spurts. The pleasure rocketed through me. I let it carry me off, savoring every blissful moment of my orgasm.

“Oh, yes! Cum in my ass!” she gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her ass convulsed on my ejaculating cock as her orgasm trembled through her body.

I pulled my cock out of her tight ass. “Do you know what good little sluts do after Master’s cock has been up their ass?”

“What, Master?” she asked.

“Clean it with their dirty little mouths.”

Her tongue was pleasantly rough on my cock as she licked me from root to tip. She played with my tip, digging her tongue into my urethra to get out the last bit of sperm. She was a skilled cocksucker and soon I was hard and fucking her face, shoving my cock down her throat. She cupped my balls, gently squeezing them as I neared another orgasm. When I was about to cum, I shoved my cock all the way down her tight throat and shot my cum straight into her belly.

“Put your panties on,” I told her as I grabbed her bra. “Enjoy my cum up your ass all day.”

“Thank you, Master,” she answered with a big smile.

Freddy scowled at me when I walked out of the news van, Jessica’s bra clutched in my hand. I jogged home.

To be continued…

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