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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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While the official beginning of the Theocracy began on September 30th, 2013, the roots can be traced back to a fateful meeting. Once the Tyrant had control of the police, the narrative quickly changed from terrorist to savior.

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

Mark Glassner

Grey’s Anatomy turned out to be pretty bad.

But Mary seemed to like it, and I liked holding Mary in my arms so I put up with it. During the credits of the first episode, Mary remembered something and grabbed her phone and showed me a photo.

“This is Dr. WolfTail,” she said. “The OB/GYN I’m seeing tomorrow. I think she’s the perfect candidate to be our doctor slut.”

Dr. WolfTail was a young Native American with beautiful, cinnamon skin and a deep black hair that was long and straight. Her eyes were wide and dark and she had a small, red mouth. A sensuous mouth that looked puckered for a kiss. The picture was from an Allied Health website advertising their clinic in downtown Tacoma.

“I think she’ll do,” I answered.

That reminded me, and I grabbed my phone about to make a call.

Mary glared at me, then pointed at the screen.

The next episode had started, and it was apparently an unwritten law that I had to be quiet and give the show my full attention. I had to wait for the credits to make my phone call. When the episode was finally over, I called Enchanted Diamond. Yesterday, I had ordered special, jeweled chokers made for the sluts. I added another three chokers to my order—for Karen, Jessica, and Willow—promising to pay triple to get them finished swiftly.

“What was that about?” Mary asked, pausing before the next episode started. Apparently, Mary was allowed to pause Grey’s Anatomy. Good to know the rules.

“Something for the sluts,” I answered. “You’ll love it.”

Desiree brought us out some delicious sandwiches for lunch and asked permission to go grocery shopping. She took Alison with her, the pair giggling as they left. The other sluts joined us for lunch and got to watch an entire episode of Grey’s Anatomy. The all seemed to like it, except for Lillian who seemed as bored as I was. Then they went back down to the basement to continue counting out thirteen bags of two million dollars each.

Around two, I had to get ready for my meeting with the Police Chiefs. LESA, where the meeting was held, was all the way in downtown Tacoma, across the street from the Courthouse. About a thirty minute drive from South Hill.

“Thanks for watching it with me,” Mary said, kissing me as I stood up.

“Oh, it was no problem. I enjoyed it.”

“Liar,” she said, smiling. “But thanks for trying.”

Mary and I were both sticky from our fucking, and Mary wanted to take a shower. I enjoyed watching Mary take a shower, so I joined her. As she soaped her breasts, I asked, “Are you coming with me to the meeting?”

“No, I’m going to take a few of the sluts to this bridal shop to find a wedding dress,” Mary answered. “And look at bridesmaids dresses.”

“So, eh, when do you want to get…um…married?” I was suddenly nervous. I just couldn’t believe this beautiful creature, my filly, was actually going to marry me. Where had all my confidence gone to?

“How about July?” she asked, a cautious smile on her lips.

“Next month?”

“Yeah, it’s not to soon, is it?” She was nervous too and I laughed. Mary frowned at me. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said. “It’s just you seem as nervous as I am.”

“Well, it’s happening pretty fast,” Mary answered. “This last week has almost been a dream and I’ve just wondering when I’m going to wake up.”

“Never,” I answered. “We’ll dream together forever.”

Mary kissed me beneath the warm spray of the shower. “Forever,” she said with a breathless sigh and kissed me again. My heart was pounding and her naked, wet body was pressing against me, her nipples brushing my chest were hard. I could feel the warmth of her desire between her thighs and then I was in her, exulting in her embrace.

Afterward, we had to wash ourselves all over again.

“So, why July,” I asked as we stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a pink towel and began to dry Mary off.

“My parents were married in July,” Mary wistfully answered. “They were married in a field out near Mt. Rainier. It was a field of beautiful wildflowers. I remember my parents showing me and my sisters the pictures once, right before she…ran off. Everyone looked so beautiful and handsome.” There was a catch in her voice and she swallowed. “My parents looked so in love. You would never know my mom was such a whore back then.”

I hugged her from behind. “You’re not your mother,” I whispered.

“I’m not,” she answered firmly. “I wouldn’t leave you for the world.”

“So, any particular day in July?”

“July 20th. It’s a Saturday,” Mary answered.

“So, little more than a month away,” I said, adding it up in my head. “I can’t wait.”

Mary missed my arm. “Me either.”

Mary put on her makeup while I shaved. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a nice, white buttoned-down shirt with blue stripes and headed downstairs to fetch Chasity. The other sluts were lounging around the basement. It looked like they had finished counting out the money to buy the houses on the street. Mary wanted to build a large mansion, and we would need a lot of land.

“You’re driving me in your cop car,” I ordered Chasity. I wanted to take advantage of the Police only parking in front of the courthouse.

Chasity drove with her sirens the whole way and really got her car up to speed, so we made good time out to Tacoma. She parked her car, and we got out and walked across the street. We drew looks, or I should say, Chasity drew looks in her slutty cop outfit. Her outfit was a short miniskirt, thigh-high black boots and a blue blouse that only buttoned halfway up, leaving the slopes of her pale breasts mostly exposed. But she still had her gun belt, dangling with all her cop gear including her gun.

Chief Hayworth waited for m in the lobby, an older man with an iron-hard body. He looked in better shape than a few younger cops I had seen. His grip was strong as she hook my hand, nodding to Chasity.

“Mr. Glassner, Officer Vinter,” the Chief greeted.

Chasity saluted him, her breasts jiggling.

“It’ll be just a few more minutes, Mr. Glassner. I think it’s prudent to wait in this room until everyone arrives. That way you can explain the situation to them in one group.”

“Great idea,” I nodded. It would save so much time.

Out in the hallway, I heard muffled talking. “What is going on in your department, Arthur?” one voice demanded.

Chasity, without even being told, fell to her knees, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. I shuddered as she sucked, her head bobbing rapidly. Chasity was a skilled slut, her tongue swirling about my dick.

Other voices demanded the same question of Chief Hayworth. He answered, “I’d rather address the entire group.”

I groaned, letting my orgasm spill over fast. Footsteps echoed down the hall as the various Police Chiefs of Pierce County arrived for the meeting. Chasity drank down my cum, slurping it with a hungry touch.

There was a rap on the door. “Everyone’s arrived, sir,” a young cop said.

“Good,” I groaned, the last shudders of my orgasm fading.

“Thank you for the cum, Master,” purred Chasity, putting my cock away and zipping me up.

I followed the Puyallup Police Officer through the halls, stepping into a large room, the chiefs sitting around an oval table, their aides, all cops in uniforms, standing behind them. The chiefs, with two exceptions, were older men.

“What the fuck is going on, Arthur?” one of the women demanded, her face hard. “I’m hearing rumors out of the FBI that your department is corrupt.”

“And the news is hammering you,” another man said.

“KIRO 7 just retracted that story. Their reporter, Jessica St. Pierre, has apologized on air for her mistake,” the Chief said.

I smiled, Jessica was already spinning things in my favor.

Plaques set before each person, identifying them. The Sheriff sat on one end of the table, the Chief of Police on the other. They were all busy demanding answers of Chief Hayworth to notice that I had entered.

“Anyway, I think Mr. Glassner can explain it better. That’s one of the reasons he’s here—”

“He’s here?” the Sheriff demanded, his eyes widening. He was a tall man dressed in a beige, Sheriff’s uniform. His black hair had wings of gray streaking from the temples that made him seem distinguished.

And then they noticed me. Having a room full of cops staring intently at you was intimidating, even with my powers. Everything was frozen for a moment, and then the cops all reached for their weapons, bellowing loud.

“Stop!” I roared, projecting my voice. The cops all half-froze, guns drawn, a few had even managed to point them at me. A wave of relief shot through me as they all obey. I don’t know why I had doubts, it’s not like my power wouldn’t work all of a sudden. But as they were grabbing their weapons, a part of me, buried deep inside, was scared shitless my powers wouldn’t work and they’d shoot me.

“I am Mark Glassner!” I’m better than all of them. They were nothing more than insects compared to me. “I am not a terrorist or a criminal. You will never point a gun at me. Whatever I do is legal. If anyone approaches you and says ‘I am Mary Sullivan’ or ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ do whatever they tell you.”

The cops all stared at me, still frozen, a few teetering as they tried to hold their balance.

“You can move.”

The Chiefs and cops all had sheepish looks on their faces as they holstered their weapons. “I’m not sure why we tried to do that,” the Sheriff blinked as my commands rewrote his world view. He holstered his gun. “I guess Arthur’s been right to ignore the FBI.”

I nodded my head. “It’s a witch hunt,” I told them. “But I think it’ll all work itself out.”

Introductions were given, I shook all their hands before sitting at the head of the table, the Sheriff scooting down. Chasity stood behind me, drawing her share of attention from the cops as they studied her evocative uniform.

“Okay, the reason I’m here is my fiancee and I need bodyguards,” I said. “So, on Saturday at noon, I want each of you to send one to three young, attractive female officers to tryout for my bodyguard at Sparks Stadium in downtown Puyallup. They’ll need to bring their patrol car and all their tactical gear. I will select twelve, and no more than one per department, to serve on the guard. You won’t need to pay them, I will cover that, but they will need to stay on your duty roster on special assignment.”

The Chiefs looked a little confused as they agreed to the request.

“Good, and one other thing, keep an ear out about any investigations into me or Mary Sullivan,” I answered.

“The FBI is eager to capture you,” Sheriff Erkhart reported. “They’ve asked me to loan them out my SWAT team. I’m afraid I did before I understood the situation.”

I frowned.

“They’re stationed out of some storage yard. They wouldn’t give me the location, but I could find out.”

I tapped my finger. “Should you try to find out?”

“Well, probably not.”

“Let them have their SWAT team, I can deal with the FBI. Keep in their good graces. Do they know where I live?”

The Chiefs all shook their heads. “The FBI would be knocking on your door if they did,” the Sheriff said.

“Act normally for now,” I said. “Let’s not make the FBI suspicious like they are of Chief Hayworth. I want to stay abreast of their investigation. If any of you learn anything, let me know.”

“Sure, Mr. Glassner,” Sheriff Erkhart nodded.

“Well, that’s all I needed,” I said. “I’ll let you get back to your meeting.”

I shook their hands, then Chasity and I headed back to her cop car.

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Officer Chasity Vinter

“It went well, Master,” I said as we walked to my patrol car.

“Yeah,” Master answered. “You’re going to be in charge of the bodyguards.” He paused, and I turned to look at him. “If anything goes wrong, if anything happens to me, you will need to take Mary to safety. Ignore her orders, her safety will be your number one priority.”

“Absolutely, Master,” Chasity answered. “Where shall I take her?”

“We’ll have to figure that out,” Master replied.

We reached the car and I opened the passenger door for him. He climbed in and I raced around, my tits threatening to pop out of the low-cut top. I hopped in and started up the car. I backed out of the space and drove towards the light at 11th Street.

Master glanced over and smiled, staring at this beautiful twenty year old waiting at the crosswalk texting on her phone. She was dressed in a white blouse with red embroidery and had no sleeves, exposing her tan arms. A stonewashed jean skirt clung to her shapely ass and beautiful legs covered by dark pantyhose descended from beneath her skirt. She had curly brown hair, like Karen.

“Chasity, see that girl at the crosswalk.”

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

“Arrest her.” I ordered. “And throw her in the back.”

I glanced down at the bulge forming in Master’s pants. I smiled and turned on my patrol car’s lights and sirens. I threw open my door and drew my sidearm in one motion. I rounded my car, approaching the girl. The girl noticed my unit’s lights flashing, and she looked quizzically, slipping her phone into her purse.

Master climbed out of the car, leaning against the side.

I aimed my gun at the girl. “Against the building, bitch! Hands on your head. You’re under arrest!” My pussy grew wet. Master wanted me to dominate this girl.

“What?” gaped the girl.

“Against the wall,” I growled in my most authoritative cop’s voice. “I’m not going to tell you twice, bitch!”

The girl jumped and scurried to the wall, placing her hands on her head, her purse falling to the ground. “There must be some mistake,” she squeaked in fear, tears rolling down her face.

“Shut up!” I barked, holstering my gun.

I walked up to the girl and grabbed her hands on her head, holding them in place with my left hand. With my foot, I forced the girl to spread her legs, and then patted her down with my right hand. I took my liberties, reaching around to grope the girl’s ample breasts through her blouse. Nice and plump.

“What the fuck!” the girl gasped.

I pressed up against the girls back. I couldn’t resist licking her ear and hissing, “You’re so pretty. My Master’s going to enjoy you.”

“What?” the girl demanded, her face going white.

I slid my hand down and slipped it under the girl’s skirt. “Do you have anything hidden up your snatch, bitch?”

“No!” She shuddered as I shoved my hand down the front of her panties and pantyhose, finding her hot pussy. I shoved two fingers into her tight cunt. Master was going to love fucking her. “Help me! This cop’s molesting me! Help!”

Other pedestrians glanced at her, but no one moved to help the girl. I ripped my fingers out, sticky with her juices, and reached behind me to pull my handcuffs from my belt. I easily bent the girl’s arms down and cuffed her hands behind her back. Seizing her neck, I walked her back over to the car. I opened the back door and threw her inside.

“Your prisoner, Master,” I smiled.

He grinned and slid in after her. I went back for the girl’s purse before climbing back into my car. I put the car into drive and headed through the intersection, my lights still flashing. I didn’t bother to turn them off, running any traffic signals I came across.

I watched Master through my rear view mirror

“What’s happening,” sobbed the girl.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Master told her, stroking her face. She flinched and started screaming. “Calm down. No one’s going to hurt you. You’re going to enjoy my cock fucking your pussy. Now, what’s your name?”

“Abby,” she sniffed. Then she glared at me. “You’re a cop! How can you do this?”

“I may be a cop,” Chasity answered. “But I’m Mark’s slave first.”

“I bet your pussy is just begging to fuck me,” Mark whispered. “You are getting hot and bothered. Your pussy is just itching for my cock. Right?”

The prisoner squirmed. “Yes,” she whispered, blushing.

Master grabbed her face and kissed her mouth. Abby moaned into the kiss, unable to resist Master’s power. I squeezed my thighs as I drove, envying the girl. I wanted to be back there, being molested by him. Master ripped her blouse open, buttons popping off.

“Gorgeous,” Master groaned, shoving up her plain, boring white bra. Her round, heavy breasts were exposed, topped by dark nipples.

The prisoner squealed as Master bent down and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth. Abby gasped and shuddered, her arms straining against her cuffs. I focused on driving, trying to ignore the soft moans and gasps.

Abby was so lucky.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I rubbed her pussy through her panties and pantyhose. But I wanted to feel her cunt. My fingernails scratched at the nylon. I found purchase, and ripped a hole in her pantyhose before shoving the gusset of her panties to the side.

Abby moaned as I caressed her furry bush and warm slit. I slid my fingers up and down, searching for her clit. I found her hard nub and gently rolled it between my fingers. Her pussy was soaking wet. More juices leaked out as she gasped and moaned, shuddering beneath my touch.

She gasped when I shoved two fingers into her hot, tight depths.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “But I need more than your fingers. I need your cock, sir!”

I kept fingering her, pumping in and out of her juicy pussy as she begged for my dick. I ground her clit beneath the palm of my hand, my cock throbbing in my pants. She shuddered, her head throwing back as she squeezed down on my fingers.

“My pussy’s on fire for your cock! I need it so bad! Please,” she begged. “Oh, god, please fuck me me!”

I added a third finger and her body bucked. Her bare tits rose and fell as she gasped and shuddered, milking my three fingers reaming her pussy. Her sighs were so sweet. Cars passed by us. It was so hot molesting this cutie in the back seat.

“Please, sir! I need more than your fingers! Give me your dick!,”

Her hips wiggled on the seat. I leaned over, sucking hard on her nipple. Her nub was thick and hard, my tongue playing with it. She spasmed, her pussy convulsing about my fingers. She screamed out her bliss as she came.

“Yes, yes! So good! But it’s not enough! I need more! Your cock! Please, sir!”

“What a dirty whore,” I laughed. “She just let a stranger finger her to an orgasm.”

“She’s definitely a fucking slut, Master,” Chasity giggled. “I bet her dirty snatch is hungry for your cock.”

“It is!” Abby gasped.

“Because your nothing more than a dirty, filthy whore! That’s why you need to fuck me until I cum in you.”

“Yes!” she moaned. “I’m a dirty, filthy whore!”

I pulled Abby onto my lap, her legs straddling me. Those lovely, heavy breasts dangled right in front of my lips. I nipped at her hard nubs as I pulled her panties to the side. She bucked, trying to fuck my cock as I rubbed it on the wet entrance to her cunt.

“Is this what you need?” I asked, holding on to her hips, keeping the slut from slamming down on my cock.

“Yes! Fuck me! I’m a dirty whore that needs your cock in my pussy.”

I let her go. She slammed her pussy down on me, groaning as she sank her warm cunt around my cock. Her pussy engulfed me with dripping, tight silk, lubed by her orgasm. I shuddered as my cock bottomed out in her tight, hot cunt.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” I asked.

“So nice! It’s what I need!” Abby rose and slammed back down. “Oh, yes!”

“Fuck, you are a whore!” I laughed.

“Yes,” she moaned, bouncing hard. “I love your cock in my pussy.”

“Of course your pussy loves my cock,” I answered. “Whores always want a hard dick up their cunts.”

“You’re right!” she gasped. “I want to be fucked hard all the time!”

“Then work that pussy until I cum in your tight twat, slut,” I groaned.

Abby gasped and writhed as she rode my cock. Every time Chasity hit a bump in the road, Abby would bounce up, almost popping off my cock before she slammed back down. She always gasped so wonderfully when that happened.

I enjoyed her tight cunt on my dick, sucking on her breasts. Every time my tongue batted her hard nipples, her pussy tightened on my cock. I squeezed her ass, kneading her cheeks as I sucked and nipped her nipples.

“Oh, god, I am a slut,” she moaned.

“Is her pussy satisfying, Master?” Chasity asked, glancing in her rearview mirror.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“What a nasty slut,” Chasity laughed.

“I am,” Abby panted. “Oh, god, I can’t believe it feels so good. I’m such a nasty, terrible slut! A whore! I want to be fucked.”

She rode me all the way to South Hill, cursing and panting in pleasure. I came in her tight hole twice, and she creamed my cock three times. “I’m such a whore!” she would pant, or, “I’m such a terrible slut!” “Only a slut would do this! A naughty, disgusting slut!” When she would cum, she would gasp and moan, her pussy milking my dick.

The car reeked of hot cunt and cum by the time we reached South Hill. We pulled off the freeway and I ordered Chasity to stop. She pulled onto the shoulder of Meridian before the South Hill Mall. “Get this filthy whore out of here,” I groaned. “She can fuck her way back to Tacoma.”

“I will,” Abby moaned as Chasity grabbed the bitch and hauled her out of the car.

“Master, I’m very wet, may I use her?”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “Abby, you burn to eat Chasity’s pussy.”

“I do,” Abby moaned, her eyes widening.

Right there on the side of the road, other cars passing by, Chasity seized Abby and pulled her face to her pussy. My cop slut shuddered, clearly on the verge of cumming for the entire drive. It didn’t take long before she was gasping and writhing.

“Lick me, bitch. Like a good little slut. Umm, drink my cream.”

It was hot watching my slutty cop cream Abby’s face. Chasity had a big grin on her face when her orgasm died down, Abby’s mouth smeared with sticky juices. She also had a big smile on her face. Chasity bent down and uncuffed the whore, throwing her purse at her.

Abby was still smiling, standing up in her torn nylon’s. She adjusted her bra so her tits were covered, but her blouse still hung open. I left her with a cunt full of cum. She threw out her hand, looking to hitchhike home.

I knew she’d make someone happy if they picked her up.

Chasity climbed back into the car and we headed home.

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