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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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Beware whom you put under your control, for your Thralls will be the swords the Priestesses wield against you, Warlock.

—excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Thursday, June 13th, 2013 – Noel Heinrich

The no-knock warrant was clutched in my hand, faxed over by Judge Grant. We had woken the Judge up, but when he learned who it was for, Judge Grant didn’t hesitate to send us the warrant we had requested. I had on my FBI windbreaker over my bulletproof vest. My blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, my free hand resting on my handgun.

“We got it,” I announced.

Agent Peterson nodded. “Lieutenant Barber, let’s roll.”

The SWAT commander nodded his head. Like his SWAT officers, he was dressed in black nomex and body armor, an MP5 slung in front of his chest. “We take no chances,” Barber growled, grabbing a gas mask off the table. His men were already pulling on theirs. “He’s armed and looking to kill cops. Take him out if you see anything questionable. We think he controls people with a gas, but let’s not find out if he uses a different method.”

The SWAT officers flashed thumbs up.

A tremble ran through me as I grabbed my own gas mask, pulling it on. A rubber scent filled my nose. My breath rasped. I had to suck in the air through the filters. I strapped it down, the rubber sealing about my mouth. I felt short of breath.

The SWAT officers’ boots pounded as they headed towards their big, blue armored vehicle, piling into the back. I hopped into our blue sedan, Peterson driving. The rubber straps of his gas mask ran across his bald head, squeezing into his scalp.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded. “Let’s bury this bastard.”

Peterson laughed, his voice hollow through the gas mask.

The SWAT van’s lights flashed on as the garage door opened. Peterson revved the engine. The van pulled out and we followed, racing through the early morning streets of South Hill to take care of Mark Glassner.

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Doug Allard

I dozed in my chair. Whatever Brandon expected to happen tonight hadn’t. It was nearing four in the morning, and I was on the fifth cup of bad coffee. My head nodded, my eyes closing as I drifted off into sleep.

I jerked awake, sitting up in the chair. I rubbed my eyes. I so wanted to sleep. I glanced with envy at the cheap, army-green cot sitting next to all the surveillance gear. It was uncomfortable, the metal frame dug into my sides, and the pillow was small. But I needed to sleep so badly.

My bladder was full, so I stood up. I stumbled down the hall, rubbing at my bleary eyes. I groaned, almost dozing as I stood at the toilet. I splashed water on my face after I finished, the cold shocking me awake for a moment. I headed back to the surveillance room and poured myself another cup of bad coffee.

No one was awake at Brandon’s house. Mark, Mary, and their new victim, Jessica, slept in the Master bedroom. The coffee was burnt. I barely noticed it as I stared at the thermal camera, looking for any movement.

Flashing lights caught my attention out on Shaw Road. A SWAT van turned onto Mountain View Terrace from the major arterial. Its lights turned off as it roared down the suburban street towards the house.

I was instantly awake, sitting up in my chair. “Let them kill him,” I whispered, my stomach clenching. “Don’t let him speak, boys. Just put a bullet between his eyes.”

The SWAT van squealed to a stop. I couldn’t see the front of the house but I knew what was happening. SWAT officers would be surrounding the house, preparing to breach and take Mark Glassner down.

I jumped as a phone rang through my headphones. Someone was calling the house.

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Mark Glassner

The ringing of a phone woke me up. My eyes opened as my smart phone vibrated on the nightstand, the screen lighting up the room. I groaned and reached for it. “Hello,” I groggily said. It was 4:09 am according to the clock. Too early to be up.

“Master?” Jessica asked.

Mary and Jessica stirred in bed. Mary lay between us and Jessica was spooning her from behind. “Go back to bed,” Mary muttered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Jessica snuggled tight against her.

“Mark, it’s Sheriff Erkhart,” a man’s voice said on the phone. It took my sleep-addled mind a moment to remember that I had met the Sheriff of Pierce County yesterday. He was one of the many police chiefs I put under my power at the LESA meeting.

“Yeah, Sheriff?” A yawn spread across my lips.

“I just found out that the FBI filed a no-knock warrant for 2936 Mountain View Court SE, Puyallup, WA 98374 seeking to arrest you in relation to those bank robberies,” the Sheriff informed me. “The FBI and my SWAT unit is on their way to your house. They’ll be there any minute.”

“Shit,” I muttered, coming awake.

“What is it?” Mary muttered.

A booming crash shook the house and splintering wood echoed from below. Heavy boots pounded through the house accompanied by men loudly shouting. The boots stomped up the stairs and crashed down the hallway. Sluts cried out in fear as doors were thrown open. Fear coursed cold through my veins as I struggled to get out of the bed. The blankets tangled about my legs, and I fell off the bed, landing hard on my side.

“Mark!” Mary shouted. “What the fuck is—”

The bedroom door burst open and two men in black fatigues wielding sub-machine guns flowed into the room, gas mask’s covering their faces. They moved with a strange, almost mechanical precision “Hands on your head!” one barked, training his gun on me as I struggled to untangle my legs from the sheet. The other SWAT trained his weapon on Mary and Jessica, who screamed and grabbed each other.

“Fuck, stop pointing your guns at us and help me up, assholes!” I shouted in anger.

“Uh, sorry, sir,” one of the SWAT officer said, lowering his sub-machine gun. He reached out and grabbed my hand, helping me up. “You are under arrest.” He sounded confused that he was obeying me.

“No, I’m not,” I snapped. “Everything I do is legal. Now go wait outside.”

“Yes, sir,” the SWAT officer said and the pair walked out. Screams and shouts echoed throughout the house as other SWAT officers secured the house.

“Mary, stay here until I get things sorted out,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, pale faced and clutching an equal frightened Jessica.

It took a few minutes to find all the SWAT officers roaming the house. By the time I got to the sluts, most had been cuffed by plastic ties and were sobbing in fear as black-clad cops stood over them. I had the SWAT release them before sending the cops outside to join the others. Violet hugged me in relief, and Karen was so shaken up by the experience that she threw up. Alison and Desiree clung tightly together, and I found Korina was still asleep; her painkillers were powerful. Xiu sat beside her bed. She was very protective.

“Is it okay?” Mary asked, peering down the stairs.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m heading outside to get this fucking mess straightened out.”

Anger burned inside me. These fucking cops burst into my house. They could have killed Mary, me, or one of our sluts. My fists clenched in anger. When I found out who turned me in, they would pay for endangering my loved ones. I burst outside the house, naked and pissed.

A fat, balding man in a blue, FBI windbreaker was yelling at the SWAT officers standing around the front yard. “What the hell are you guys doing?” the agent demanded, his face turning beat red.

“Mark told us to wait outside, Agent Peterson” one of the SWAT officers shrugged.

“The fucking suspect tells you to wait outside and you genius just listen to him?” Agent Peterson demanded in astonishment. “Did you take off your masks while you were inside?”

“No, he never gassed us,” the SWAT guy shrugged. “He just explained that he wasn’t a criminal. Since nothing he does is a crime, there’s no point in us being in his house.”

The other SWAT officers shrugged or nodded.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Agent Peterson swore. “Who the fuck is this guy? How the fuck does he control people if it’s not a gas? Fuck it! Heinrich, let’s get this asshole!” He drew a gun. “No chances. We put a—”

“Uh, sir, he’s at the door,” a female agent pointed, her face covered by a gas mask. She was wearing the same windbreaker as Agent Peterson, her sandy-blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Shit!” Peterson swore and spun about, pointing his gun at me. The female agent, presumably Agent Heinrich, drew hers as well.

“Put your guns away!” I snapped in anger before he could shoot me. “I’m no criminal.”

Peterson holstered his gun and then blinked, staring down at his hand in astonishment.

“See,” quipped the SWAT officer. “He’s not a criminal. We’re wasting our time.”

“Shut up, lieutenant,” Peterson grumbled.

“Is it safe, Mark?” Mary called from upstairs.

“Yeah, Mare, come on down and bring Jessica!” I shouted back.

Mary appeared nude, holding an equally naked Jessica’s hand. Both girls had similar builds, their breasts about the same size, Mary’s a little perkier, Jessica’s a little rounder. The main difference was their skin coloring, Mary was fair skinned and covered in freckles while Jessica had caramel skin from her mixed ethnic background.

Mary slipped her arm around my waist and I hugged her shoulder. “What’re you gonna do, Mark?” she asked, looking at the ruin of our front door. They had used a battering ram to crack the door open, shattering the frame in the process.

“Embarrass Agent Peterson,” I told her. “Jessica, let your producer know you have a story about the FBI raiding an innocent man’s house and scaring his family with their storm trooper assault. You’ll have an interview with me and Mary, plus the idiot agent who fucked up.”

“Yes, Master,” Jessica smiled, scurrying away into the house.

“FBI Agents and SWAT officers, take off those stupid gas masks! They’re useless!” I yelled. They obeyed. Agent Heinrich’s attractive face appeared; I grinned, eyeing her. “I’m Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee, Mary Sullivan. Everything we do is legal. If Mary Sullivan or someone who says ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ approaches you do whatever they say!”

Nods, grunts, and various affirmatives echoed back from the crowd.

“Agent Peterson, Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 News is going to interview you. You will tell her because of your incompetence, you and your men raided an innocent man’s house, broke his door down, and scared his family. Agent Heinrich, you objected to his plan, but Peterson used his seniority to shut you down. Peterson, you will tell the reporter that I was given the money by the branch managers. I’m sure that’s what they all told you. There’s no crime in that. And since all the women I have fucked are willing, your allegations of sexual assault are also unfounded. Your incompetence is responsible for this entire mess.”

“Fine,” Peterson said, flushing. A couple of the SWAT officers sniggered.

“Agent Heinrich, I need to speak with you, inside,” I said, my cock hardening.

“Okay, sir,” she said and walked inside. “I’m very sorry for the misunderstanding. It’s just Peterson…” She frowned, her memories conflicting to my orders.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, my hand going around her waist and sliding down to squeeze her ass through her slacks. Very nice.

“Have fun,” Mary said, kissing me.

“You don’t want to play with her?” I asked in surprise.

“Oh, I think there will be plenty of time for that,” Mary said with a knowing smile. Mary knew what I was thinking. Agent Heinrich looked cute and having a spy in the FBI would be a good thing. Mary walked out of the house, eyeing the SWAT officers. She grabbed two of them and led them past me back inside the house.

“Two?” I asked.

Mary giggled. “I want a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. And these guy look yummy.”

I wanted to object. I still didn’t like it when Mary fooled around with men, but she let me have all the women I wanted, so it was only fair. “Okay,” I nodded.

To be continued…

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