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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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Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner

Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves “The Sluts”

Alison

Desiree Fitzsimmons

Lana

Chantelle

Xiu

Korina

Fiona

Violet

Lillian

Nurse Thamina

Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter

Demons

Lucifer

Lilith

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām

Sister Theodora Mariam

Sister Louise Afra (Sister Cuntrag)

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons

Doug Allard, P.I.

Tina Allard

Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI

Dominion Ramiel, Angel

Antsy (Mark’s Sister)

Chapter One

And the Holy Slut Jessica did appear before the masses testifying to our Living Gods good graces. The slander and vile accusations against our beatific Gods were coming to an end. Day-by-day, more people were witnessed to their love and were converted.

—The First Book of Vivian 15:43

Wednesday, June 12th, 2013 – Jessica St. Pierre – Seattle, WA

“We’re joined live in studio by Jessica St. Pierre,” Jordan, the anchorwoman, announced as I sat beside her. I looked at camera 2, my smile ready. The red light switched on, letting me know I was live on air.

“Thank you, Jordan. Thrilled to be here in studio.”

“After all the hard work you’ve done on the Mark Glassner story, I think you earned it,” she laughed. At the sound of my Master’s name, a hot flush went through me. But I didn’t let my excitement show. Today had been such a roller coaster day. Master had claimed me as his this morning, taking me hard in the back of my news van.

“I hear there has been a new break in the case,” Jordan smiled.

“Yes,” I nodded, pulling my thoughts from Master. “I’ve been talking with members of the Puyallup Police Department, and they are confused by the FBI’s persecution of Mark Glassner.”

“You would characterized the FBI going after a terrorist as ‘persecution’, Jessica?” Jordan asked, her professional mask almost slipping.

“Yes, I would. The Puyallup Police have no evidence that Mark Glassner has committed a single crime. Even his so-called victims don’t believe he did anything wrong. In fact, all speak quite positively of their time and enjoyment with Mark Glassner. Thus far, no lab has identified any compound that Mark uses to control people. Besides, have you ever heard of a gas that makes people act strange or have to obey someone?”

“Well…?” Jordan swallowed, glancing at the line producer. The line producer, a skinny man whose name I had forgotten, was freaking out.

“That’s why the Puyallup Police haven’t been responding to new reports of Mark’s activities. In fact, they are firm supporters of Mark Glassner. I even spoke with Mark today, and while the cameras weren’t rolling, he assured me that he is not a criminal.”

When Master spoke to me this morning, before he fucked me, everything had finally made sense. Nothing he did was wrong. He never hurt anyone, and even if he did, everything he did was right. I interviewed more than a few women that loved being taken by him. My pussy grew wet as I remembered his cock reaming my ass. His cum was still inside me, slowly trickling out and soaking into my panties. I could smell that wonderful musk when I inhaled deeply.

“I’m in negotiations for an interview with Mark Glassner right at this moment,” I continued. It was a white lie. I hadn’t broached the topic with Master. But I would when I got home.

The line producer froze. He had been about to cut the feed and yank me off the air.

“It’ll be a KIRO 7 exclusive. We’ll find out all about the man behind the hysteria,” I continued.

“We’re going to commercial in fifteen seconds,” the engineer said in my earpiece.

“What an exciting development,” Jordan said, smoothly finishing. “Stay tune to KIRO 7 News. Our journalist go where the story is, no matter the risk, to bring the news you need to know.”

The lights on the cameras turned off. We were off the air.

“Can you really get an interview with Mark Glassner?” the line producer demanded.

“Yes, I can,” I beamed. I would win an Emmy for my reporting. I would dedicate my award to Master. Hopefully by then, I could proudly tell the world just who owns me. “I need to get some prep work done for the interview.”

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Doug Allard

I leaned back in the chair, stretching my arms as day two of the surveillance neared its end. Both Mark and Mary were gone. So far nothing interesting had happened all day. Mark had gone out on his naked jogging, come home and there was the usually orgy, and then he and Mary left in separate cars.

My phone rang. “Hey, Tina,” I answered with a yawn.

“How goes the stakeout?” my wife asked.

“Boring. How’re you doing?”

“Entertaining a hung stud.”

I smiled at my wife’s playful tone. “Well, I’m glad you’re keeping busy.” I spent most of my time as a private investigator following cheating spouses. I had seen so many men and women break their marriage vows, I was growing a bit jaded. Tina sensed it and started the running joke about her entertaining “hung guys” while I was on my stakeout. It helped to diffuse my suspicious nature.

I trusted Tina. I had to. With the shit I see, I’d go crazy if I didn’t.

“Are you able to get away? The roofer will be here to give us an estimate.”

“I doubt it. This is important.”

“I know.” My wife sighed. “The roofer’s going to try and rip us off, and I won’t be able to know how he’s doing. You’re so much better at this stuff.”

Our house needed a new roof, and thanks to the money Brandon was paying me for this job, we had that covered. I wanted to be there to help my wife out with the important things, but stopping Mark was a necessity. Brandon and I had to find his weakness, some way to get around his mind control magic. Brandon was already in hiding. Which was good, because Mark was looking for him.

I couldn’t blame the guy either. If Mark was hunting me down, I’d crawl under whatever rock I could.

“So what’s going on over there?” Tina asked.

“Nothing much. His dominated women are cleaning the house dressed like sexy maids.”

“Such hard work you have to do,” Tina giggled. “Watching all those young women prance around naked or next to it.”

“I know,” I sighed.

A cop car drove down the street to Mark’s house. “He’s back from his meeting at LESA.” That made my spine cold.”

“Where’s Lisa?” my wife asked.

“No, L E S A. The Law Enforcement Support Agency. He went to the monthly meeting. All the top cops of Pierce County from the Sheriff to the Chief of Police of Tacoma were there.”

“Oh, damn,” groaned my wife. “This is getting worse.”

With the laser microphone, I picked the sound of Mark walking into the door and the squeal of his sex slaves at his arrival. “Yes, it is,” I agreed.

My line beeped. I had another call.

“Hey, honey, can I call you back. Brandon’s on the phone.”

“Sure.” Tina paused “I love you so you better not get dominated by Mark.”

“I won’t. I love you, too, babe.” I clicked on my phone. “Hey, Mr. Fitzsimmons.”

“Keep watching the house all night,” Brandon said, his voice eager. “This might just end tonight.”

To be continued…

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