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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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The peaceful morning was shattered by the brutal hand of the Federal Government this morning. Gestapo-like FBI Agents and Pierce County SWAT officers broke down the door of an innocent man and tormented his family. For a week, the FBI have claimed that Mark Glassner is a terrorist, but evidence uncovered in the unwarranted raid on Mark Glassner’s house have proved that the FBI’s accusations really amounted to a witch hunt.

—excerpt from Jessica St. Pierre’s report on KIRO 7 News, June 12th, 2013

Doug Allard

I watched in horror as Mark jogged off with the four naked women. He had an entire SWAT unit under his power along with a pair of FBI agents. If the raid had been Brandon’s plan, it had failed spectacularly. I grabbed my phone and called my wife.

My stomach twisted as I waited for my wife to pick up. Mark was unstoppable. I had no idea what I was going to do. I wanted to flee. Mark was so powerful. I should take my wife and get as far away from this monster as possible.

“Hey, honey,” my wife said, her voice thick with sleep. “What’s up?”

“The FBI just raided Mark’s house.”

“And?” Excitement built in her voice.

“Mark has an entire SWAT unit under his control now.”

“Damn,” she muttered.

“I think this was Brandon’s plan. I bet he hoped that Mark would get killed by them. They came in while he was asleep.”

“That’s not a bad plan,” Tina slowly said. “I know you couldn’t kill him, but I’m beginning to wonder if that’s the only way to stop him.”

My wife’s words shocked me. “You might be right.” I swallowed. “We shouldn’t talk about this on the phone.”

“Right,” she nodded. “So I guess you have to keep watching.”

“We could run. Brandon’s paid me enough. We could start over in Florida or New York. Get as far away as possible. Maybe even Europe.”

“No.” Tina’s voice was firm. “Mark Glassner is a menace to everyone. He needs to be stopped. You’re doing important work.”

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“I know you, honey. You wouldn’t be able to let this go. You’d regret running You need to see this through. I’ll be here supporting you. Anything you need, honey. Mark Glassner needs to be stopped.”

“Thanks, hun.” I closed my eyes, leaning back in the chair. “You’re a wonderful woman.”

“Thanks. I do love to hear that. Do you need me to bring you anything?”

“Clean clothes and some food. I’m running out. Brandon didn’t think about all of that when he stocked the place up.”

“Deal. I’ll be there in a few hours.”

I felt a little better. “Okay. Well, I better tell Brandon this entire operation was a complete bust.”

* * *

Noel Heinrich

I couldn’t help smiling. I was Mark Glassner’s slut. It was so wonderful.

Peterson squirmed beside me as he drove, his jaw clenched tight. There would be hell to pay when we got back to headquarters, and Peterson would pay the majority of the price. After all, he was the senior agent, and I had just been following in his footsteps.

I didn’t feel bad that he would get in trouble. He had angered Master. He had almost killed Master. It was disgusting how we told the SWAT officers to go in shooting. Master was lucky he wasn’t dead. And that would have been a true crime.

“Stop smiling,” Peterson snapped. “Or I’ll tell—” His words strangled off into a cough.

“You can’t tell,” I purred. “Master gave you an order.”

“Fuck, what is he?” Peterson growled. “We were wearing our gas masks! He shouldn’t have been able to control us.”

“He’s Master,” I smiled. “He’s wonderful.”

“Shut up, Noel! You talk like you’re his whore!”

“I am his whore!” My pussy grew hot. I savored the wet flood pouring out. “He made such wonderful love to me. I came so hard. I would do anything to please him.”

“Jesus, you sound like all those women we interviewed.”

I nodded my head. “I completely understand them now. Once you’ve experienced his passion, it consumes you. Redefines you. Ooh, I can’t wait until I see him tonight.”

“Shit.” Peterson gripped the wheel. “Do you even care I’m about to get fired?”

“Master’s punishing you,” I shrugged. “So you deserve it.”

“Fuck!” he snarled, smacking the steering wheel.

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Sister Theodore Mariam – Miami, FL

“This morning, the FBI raided the home of Mark Glassner, the suspected terrorist connected to the infamous Buy Best incident,” the reporter on the TV said.

I sat up in my hotel bed, focused on the screen. Antsy softly snored in the next bed beside me. I sipped at my glass of water. I had to figure out a way to seduce the girl, and I was beginning to form an idea. I felt bad for Antsy. She would be used to break up her brother, Mark, from the other warlock, a woman named Mary.

It irked me that a Warlock had the same name as my second daughter.

“But the FBI left empty handed,” the reporter continued. “Early reports indicate that the FBI had made a big mistake. An overzealous FBI Agent named Kip Peterson had jumped to the conclusion that Mark Glassner was a terrorist. But after the raid, Special Agent Peterson discovered he was wrong. In an interview with Jessica St. Pierre of KIRO 7 news in Seattle, Peterson stated, ‘If I had just done my job right, I wouldn’t have made this mistake. I was just too eager in my pursuit of justice.’ You don’t often hear such candid words from public officials.”

I shook my head. Agent Peterson had been forced to say those words. The FBI couldn’t handle a Warlock like Mark. He could control people with his words. Only a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene had a chance.

“And not much of one.” I took a deep breath. I prayed that Sister Louise was doing fine. The news hadn’t mentioned her since the incident on Monday. I only hoped she was still alive, but I feared Mark had killed her.

I would make him pay. And I would use his little sister to do it.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

My phone buzzed. It was a texted from Doug. I was too afraid to even answer the phone as long as Mark Glassner was alive. I was positive that Doug couldn’t be found by Mark. I had hid the PI in a rented house that had a good view of my backyard. Mark shouldn’t even know Doug existed, but if the FBI raid failed, Mark would be coming from me.

And if he somehow found Doug and I answered the phone…

I flipped open the phone and read the text message. “Just sent you an email. The FBI raid failed.”

My stomach sank. I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I connected to the internet with the cell phone, downloading the email after routing my IP connection through an anonymizer. In a few minutes, the pictures and even a video were uploaded.

The email read: “Mr. Fitzsimmons, unusual activity this morning. FBI raided your house. However, Mark put them under his power. Further, the news van arrived and Jessica, Mark’s newest sex slave, interviewed both Mark and Mary as well as the FBI agent that led the raid. Further, Mark was tipped off to the raid just moment before they arrived by none other than the Pierce County Sheriff. I would not expect law enforcement to be an issue for Mark going forward. If the FBI have any way of finding you, I would flee immediately. It is possible every law enforcement agency in Pierce County is under Mark’s control.”

The FBI had no way to track me. Calling the FBI tipline last night had been the final time I had used my smart phone before I destroyed it. All my money had been moved to off-shore accounts. I paid for everything in cash. There was no way to trace anything back to this cabin.

I glanced at through the attached surveillance photos Doug had sent and my heart skipped a beat. There was a picture Desiree and Alison stripping a SWAT cop naked. Both Alison and Desiree were nude. There was another photo of Desiree straddling the guy, clearly fucking him.

“Fuck!” I shouted, almost throwing my laptop before I set it aside. “God fucking damn you, Mark!”

I took a long, deep breath and calmed myself down. “She’s not being a whore because she wants to be, Brandon. So calm down. Mark is controlling her. Get a grip on yourself. You knew you would see this sort of stuff, Brandon. Drink it in. Let it burn inside you. It will just make the revenge on Mark that much more sweeter.”

My anger was buried deep inside me, a simmer rage that I could unleash when I needed it. I was disappointed that the FBI had failed, but I wasn’t surprised. It had been a long shot. I didn’t expect the FBI to do anything to Mark. The best I could have hoped for was for Mark to get shot. I had hoped my lie about Mark wanting to kill cops would make the FBI a little trigger happy.

Well, that plan was the past. It was time to figure out my next move.

To be continued…

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