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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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Jordan: I’m happy to be joined by our intrepid investigative reporter Jessica St. Pierre.

Jessica: Thanks, Jordan. I’m glad to be here.

Jordan: I think everyone watching is eager to view your interview with the infamous Mark Glassner that has been causing quite the stir, particularly after this morning’s botched FBI raid and your interview with Agent Peterson.

Jessica: It was a fascinating morning.

Jordan: So what was it like interviewing the man at the center of all the chaos in South Hill?

Jessica: An amazing experience. That’s all I’ll say for now. It’ll air at 5 PM. The world will finally get to meet Mark Glassner and his fiancee.

—excerpt from KIRO 7 newscast, June 13th, 2013

Mary Sullivan

Mark slipped his arm around me while I shook my head in amusement at the crying, aroused slut. The excited customer was walking behind the counter with a ten clutched in his fist. There was a part of me that wanted to stay and watch the girl’s degradation.

I wanted to film it and play it for all the world to see. God, I was turning into a freak. I loved it. My pussy was dripping wet. I was eager to see Alice and play with her. She would make me cum and cum.

“Let’s go, hun,” I purred. “Alice is waiting.”

“Yeah,” Mark sighed, clearly disappointed. His jaw was tight. He must have really wanted to stay and watch. I’d have to think of a way to make it up to him. Something kinky and depraved.

It was a sunny, warm day when we stepped out of the sub shop. A nice breeze blew and I could see Puget Sound twinkling in the distance, looking so blue and cool as the sun shimmered on its surface. The lovely sight was ruined by Dr. Willow’s warning echoing through my mind.

“So, what are we going to do about STD’s?” I asked as we walked back to my Mustang. What if that Anna had some disease? Or CeeCee? I just fingered her snatch.”

“I don’t know,” Mark answered. “I don’t think I want to start wearing a condom.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah, there’s definitely something to be said about warm cum squirting inside you.”

“Maybe there’s a spell,” Mark suggested. “Lilith said there were many spells out there, not just the two she told us about.”

We separated so I could walk around the car and get in. Mark started his Mustang up, the engine purring. That wasn’t a bad idea. I hated having to speak to Lilith. The demoness was dangerous. She almost killed Mark last night when he fucked her. She was a succubus, and she had tried to drain his life force while we were all caught up in the intoxication of her presence.

I took a deep breath. “Lilith,” I called out as Mark pulled away from the curb.

I gritted my teeth, prepared to fight the waves of lust as Lilith appeared in the car. My nipples tented my blouse as Mark’s cock bulged in his pants. A hot, exciting musk swept through the car, electrifying my body. The scent was pure lust, and it set my blood on fire. Lilith sat in the back seat, a shear, red dress clung to her curvy body, and I wanted to attack her.

It took all my self-control to stay put.

“Yes, Mistress?” Lilith purred.

“Is there a spell that we can perform to make us immune to STD’s?” I asked.

“Oh yes, and its an easy one,” Lilith said with a laugh. “Just deflower a virgin. Her purity will guard you against any STD’s. When you break her hymen, say, ‘Bathuwlah,’ and you’ll gain your immunity. Plus, once you’ve used the Ritual of Zimmah and bound your Thralls to you, they’ll get the immunity as well.”

I frowned. The Ritual of Zimmah was performed by fucking your parent. Since I was a woman, I would have to fuck my father, not that I had any Thralls. None of my powers went that far. But Mark’s Mind Control power did. He had to fuck his mother to perform the ritual and protect our sluts from another nun.

“I thought Zimmah was only to make my Thralls immune to a nun’s power,” Mark said.

“Yeah,” I nodded, struggling to think through Lilith’s lust.

“The Ritual of Zimmah binds the Thrall to your life force. One of its side effects makes your Thrall immune to any other person’s control. It also keeps them young and beautiful. Of course, when you die, they’ll die.” Lilith frowned. “Didn’t I explain this to you?”

“No,” I shuddered, my pussy was on fire.

“Oh, well,” she shrugged. “Is there anything else you require, Mistress? Perhaps you would like to use your last boon?”

The tone of her voice shivered through me. Did she know what I desired deep inside me?

“No, you can go, Lilith,” I dismissed, fear beating at my heart. I sighed in relief when she was gone. “I don’t trust her.”

“Yeah,” Mark muttered. “I can see the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me. Like she just wants to crush me. I’ll be glad once you’ve made your last boon. Then she can go back to hell or wherever the fuck she’s from.”

“Maybe I should just use the last boon, you know, get it over with.” Before I do something stupid.

Mark didn’t answer for a moment, his jaw tightening. “What if we run into another nun problem?” Mark pointed out. “Her boon is a safety net for us. Beside, she can’t do anything to us, anyways. She’s under your power.”

“What about last night, Mark? You passed out.” Fear clenched at my stomach. “She tried to kill you.”

“Well, I know I shouldn’t fuck her again,” Mark grinned.

Didn’t he care how serious this was? “It’s not funny, Mark,” I huffed, glaring at him. “She’s dangerous.”

“You have her under control,” Mark reassured. “Everything will be fine.”

I bit her lip. Mark was right. “Fine, I won’t use the boon…for now.”

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Mark Glassner

Mary fell silent, biting her lip in worry. Fucking Lilith. I didn’t want to think about the demoness and her hatred. We needed her. And she couldn’t do anything to us. But I hated the silence in the car, so I cranked the radio and let the music flow over me as I drove.

I drove down the hill at hopped on 705, zipping down the freeway past downtown Tacoma back to I-5. I merged onto the interstate and headed south. Traffic flowed fast, and in ten minutes we were getting onto Highway 512. I took the Pacific Avenue exit in Parkland and headed right.

By the time we reached the Blue Spruce motel a few minutes later, Mary had relaxed and was smiling again. The motel was a U-shaped, dingy motel, the walls painted a fading sky-blue. I pulled into the parking lot.

“Okay, have fun,” I said, trying to keep my bitterness out of my tone. I really didn’t like the excited glint in her eyes. All her worry about Lilith had been melted away by her eagerness to see Alice, her lover.

“I will,” she purred, her voice husky.

What was between Mary and Alice. I knew she loved me, but…it made me nervous.

“So, you guys will be there at 5 pm so we can buy the houses on the block?” I asked, my voice hoarse as my mouth went dry.

“Yeah, we’ll also go look for some medical space on the way,” Mary said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said.

Mary bent down and kissed me.

As she turned away, I wanted to ask her to blow off seeing her lover. I wanted to spend the afternoon with her. But I didn’t. She was excited to see her friend. I swallowed my words as she jogged off to the manager’s office, an eager sway to her steps. Jealousy stabbed at my hammering heart. I wanted to make Mary come with me. Fuck this Alice.

I gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath.

“You had your chance to control her, Mark,” I whispered to myself. “But you felt guilty about it so you freed her. And she loved you enough to stay when she found out what you did to her. So, just stop worrying, they’re just friends.”

I peeled out as I stomped on the gas.

“They’re just close friends.”

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Sister Theodora Mariam – Miami Beach, FL

Antsy laughed as she raced across the beach, her round breasts bouncing in her blue bikini, her ass wiggling in that tight Lycra hugging her rear. She did have a cute ass, and there was something childish in her enthusiasm as she reached the blue water and dived in, her black hair flying behind her.

I had to use her to defeat her brother Mark. To do that, I had to make love to her.

And I had no idea how I was going to do it. I wasn’t even very happy with using this girl. She was a fun, flirty girl, Playful and full of life. It wasn’t her fault her brother was a monster who sold his soul to the Devil so he could prey on women.

According to the Angel Ramiel, this was the only way to weaken Mark. Because he had a partner. Another Warlock named Mary. It irked me that this woman would actively support the level of perversion Mark inflicted. And worse, she shared the same name as my second daughter.

I tried to picture what my Mary would look like. Beautiful, I’m sure, with her freckled face and green eyes. I hadn’t seen her in a long time. She had been young when Kurt, another Warlock, had ruined my life. I had been one his tortured and abused sex slaves. He made me divorce my husband Sean and give up my maternal rights to my three daughters.

And that’s why I would use Antsy to stop Mark. No matter how sweet and innocent she was. Mark had to be stopped before he ruined more lives. And Antsy wouldn’t be hurt. She would just have to…become her brother’s lover. She would be the wedge to drive Mark and Mary apart so I could deal with them.

But to do that, I had to sleep with Antsy. And she wasn’t gay.

“Don’t just sit there,” Antsy said, snapping me out of my reverie. She was gorgeous, dripping wet, her black hair plastered about her shoulders. “Come on and swim.”

“Sure,” I smiled, standing up.

I looked to be younger than Antsy. I had the Gifts of the Spirit, my body regenerated to how I looked at eighteen. I was a hot, sexy, blonde bombshell. I joined her, my hips wiggling in my red bikini as we reached the water. It was warm and salty, swirling around us.

I splashed her.

“You slut,” she giggled, splashing me back.

I moved closer to her. Her breasts heaved as she cupped the water and through it at me. I splashed hard. She reeled back as the salt water hit her eyes, laughing for joy. I moved in, our bodies brushing together as I grabbed her and pulled her into the water. The surf washed around us. I ended up on top, her body beneath mine, hot and nubile.

I licked my lips, my heart thudding. She was so beautiful. I could just kiss her and—

“What are you doing?” Antsy asked, rolling her eyes. “Get off me, spaz.”

“Sorry,” I laughed, rolling off of her. “But I win.”

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head.

There had been no spark of excitement between us. She wasn’t into girls. So how was I going to bed her?

“Ooh, there’s some cute guys,” Antsy purred, glancing to the right. “Aren’t they yummy?”

I followed her gaze. There was a group of tan, muscular men watching the women passing by. My pussy itched. “Yeah. I wouldn’t mind taking a stud back home to the room.”

“You slut,” she laughed even as she nodded. “We should go clubbing and get lucky tonight.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, an idea peculating in my brain. Maybe she wasn’t into girls, but if there’s a hot guy in the mix and she’s a little drunk, maybe something will happen. “We definitely should pick up one hot guy.”

“Only one?” she laughed.

“If he’s a stud, he can handle two women.”

“You are so bad.” Antsy shook her head as she grinned. “Tonight is going to be a blast.”

Hopefully, it would be.

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