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Lilith was sent to free all women from the bondage of men! She loves us all her daughters. She cares for us. She bleeds for us. And she will fight for us until we are all free! Trust in her, for she would never harm a woman. She loves us all! And as Wormwood burns across the planet, a new world shall rise from the ashes!

—excerpt from High Priestess Lana’s sermon to the conquered city of Seattle, November 18th, 2013

Doug Allard

I frowned as I observed Mark drive his Mustang only a few houses down the street before he climb out with Mary and another woman. She had raven-black hair that fell about her shoulders and wore a rather revealing business suit.

And she held Mary’s hand.

Was she a new slut? Mark and Mary were collecting them at an alarming rate. They already had one FBI agent. The news buzzed with this morning revelations that Mark wasn’t a terrorist and that he had been wrongly persecuted. Jessica St. Pierre, Mark’s reporter slut, was all over the news channels, giving interviews, talking about what a great guy he was, all while teasing her own exclusive interview that would air around 6 PM tonight.

Despite how boring watching the house was, it was important. I was working with Brandon Fitzismmons to take Mark down. Mark had to be stopped. He was gobbling up the world. Already he had compromised the local cops and now he was making inroads into the media. A week ago, no one had even heard of this guy. Where will he be in a year?

Ruling the world?

I shuddered in disgust. I hoped Brandon would find a way to stop him.

Mark walked up to one of the neighbors doors holding a heavy duffel bag in one hand. The new woman pulled a stack of paperwork out of her satchel as they waited for someone to answer the door. I aimed the parabolic mic at them.

“She must be the Realtor,” I muttered to myself as I listened to them talk. “The friend of Mary’s.”

I checked my notes and saw mention of an Alice a few times. I took more notes as I watched Mark begin to buy up the neighborhood. It wasn’t a challenge for him with his powers. I was surprised that he was bothering to pay.

Of course, what did he care? He could just walk into a bank and ask for more money.

“How are we ever stopping this guy?” I muttered. “And what happens when he stops fucking around and actually tries to do something serious?”

My guts squirmed. Maybe he did need to be assassinated. I blanched at the prospect. I had killed one person as a cop. I never wanted to do that again. But maybe I would have to.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

Things seemed to be going great. Alice and Mark seemed to be getting along. That was perfect. Alice was quickly becoming my new best friend. And she would be my maid-of-honor at my wedding, so they needed to get along.

Mark stopped his car down the street. It was the third house from Shaw road, putting us in a quick walk of six houses, fully half the street. We were going need these houses. I hoped my father and sisters would move in, and I think Mark wanted to give his mom a house. I had a feeling if Mark’s dad showed up for dinner, his mom was about to be single.

Everything I heard about Mark’s dad made me hate the man. He was an abusive alcoholic. I hoped Mark really punished the bastard. If I ever saw my whore mother, I would do the same. My dad was a great man, he didn’t deserve to have his heart broken by her. And my sisters and I didn’t deserve to have to grow up without a mother because she wanted to get wild with a musician.

And we’d also need at least a few houses for the bodyguards. I think Mark wanted to recruit twelve of the sexiest cops to protect us. I was excited for the tryouts on Saturday. I had a few ideas how to make them kinky.

Of course, any households that had a beautiful wife or hot, adult daughter we would let them stay in their homes for the small price of letting Mark and me fuck their women whenever we wanted. I knew Anastasia and Madeleine, both in Mark’s Naked Jogging Club would be staying. And I had noticed a few other hotties in the neighborhood.

We climbed out of Mark’s car, the sun warm. Mark popped the trunk and grabbed a duffel bag as we walked up to the first house: 2902 Mountain View Ct SW. Alice took my hand while the other fumbled at her satchel to pull out the paperwork. The house was a light blue with dark blue trim, three stories, surrounded by a beautifully maintained lawn with sculpted bushes, flowering plants, and a stone fountain carved with angels.

Mark knocked at the door and a sullen looking teenage boy opened the door.

“I need to speak to your mom or dad,” Mark said.

“Mom!” he hollered and a moment later a frumpy looking woman, a good fifty pounds overweight, walked up to the door. “Hi,” she greeted with a friendly smile, “I’m Mona, how can I help you.”

“Is your husband home?” Mark asked.

I knew it would be a lot simpler both spouses were present.

“No, I’m not married,” Mona answered.

“I’m sorry,” I smiled.

“What happened to him?” Mark asked.

“He ran off with his secretary,” Mona bitterly answered. She had no choice.

“I bet she was a pretty thing?” Mark grinned.

What was he up to? It was almost like he was having fun prodding her emotional wounds.

Mona flushed in anger. “The asshole’s welcomed to have her. The slut spread her legs for every partner at the firm. I bet she’s still spreading her legs behind his back. But I got the house and a nice settlement.”

“Well, your house is what I’ve come to speak to you about,” Mark said. “This is my fiancee, Mary, and our Realtor, Alice. We just moved into the house up the street.”

“Where the cops have been too twice?” Mona pointedly asked. Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen you on the news, right? They thought you were a terrorist.” Her eyes widened.

“Relax, I’m not,” Mark told her and the fear deflated out of her eyes. “And you’re going to sell us your house for two million dollars. I got the cash right here, and Alice has some paperwork for you to sign.”

“Okay,” Mona said. She frowned in surprise at how quickly she agreed.

Alice blinked, her hand squeezing down on mine as she asked, “Excuse me, Mona. Did you just agree to sell your house to him? Just like that?”

“I guess I did,” Mona replied. “It just felt right.”

“Of course it did, so let’s sign some papers,” I told Alice. “See, Mark’s amazing.”

“I guess,” Alice muttered, her eyebrows furrowing. She had seen the news reports about Mark, too.

“You have until tomorrow to move out,” Mark continued. “Put your stuff in storage and rent a hotel room until you find a new place, okay.”

“Sure,” Mona nodded.

“What is going on?” Alice asked. “Are the news reports true?”

“Sort of,” I whispered to her. “Relax, okay.” I stroked her arm, letting my touch soothe her.

“Wait, what, Mom?” the teenage son gaped. “We’re moving?”

“Yes, you are,” Mark nodded. “So let’s sign the paperwork.”

Alice was almost in a daze as she motioned for Mona to sign the paperwork on all the lines. Then Mark and I signed, and last Alice scrawled her signature on the bottom. She swallowed, her cheeks pale.

Poor thing. I gave her a quick kiss that helped to perk her up.

“Next house,” Mark said.

2906 was far more promising. Mark knocked and a cute, young woman answered the door. She was a beautiful angel with a heart-shaped face, blue eyes and short hair dyed green with black streaks. She had a lean build and toned legs of an athlete.

“Hello?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“What’s your name?” I purred, licking my lips. She was so cute.

“Issy?” she asked, her eyes blushing.

Mark grinned. “Damn, Issy. You are cute.” His eyes glanced at her toned, tanned legs. “I bet you like to jog?”

Issy nodded her head.

“You should join my jogging club. It meets at Madeleine’s house at 6 am,” Mark told her. “You’ll have a lot of fun.”

“Okay,” she giggled. “I know Madeleine. I’ll be there.”

“You horny stallion,” I purred.

“Now, do you own this house?” Mark asked.

She shook her head. “I live with my parents while going to college,” she answered.

“Go get them.”

Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Norup, arrived. Mrs. Norup was a doughty woman and she clearly had let herself go. But her daughter was hot. Alice wasn’t nearly as shocked when Mark commanded them to sell the house.

“Good news, you can stay in the house for free,” Mark grinned. “Well, it won’t cost you any money.”

My pussy clenched. This was so intoxicating. They were about to whore their daughter out to us.

“We can really stay in the house for free?” asked doughty Mrs. Norup.

“Yeah, but Mary and I get to sleep with your daughter whenever we want,” I answered. “You two don’t have a problem with that. In fact, you’re more than happy to let me have her. You’re proud of of her.”

“Absolutely,” a balding Mr. Norup nodded and shook my hand. “I don’t see a problem with that.”

“She’s such an amazing girl to do this!” Mrs. Norup nodded, a big smile on her chubby face.

“What?” gasped Alice, her face reddening. “That’s disgusting!”

“Alice,” I said.

“The news is right. Your fiance is a fucking monster!” She ripped her hand from mine, anger and disgust were furrowed on her forehead. “Fuck this shit!”

Alice stormed down to the street.

I chased after her.

I caught her hand as she stomped down the sidewalk and pulled her around. Alice’s face was red as she glared at me. “Are you okay with this?” she demanded. “Jesus, he can fucking control people!”

“Yes,” I smiled, my hand playing with hers. “That’s who Mark and I are. We love to dominate women. It’s hot.”

Alice shuddered as I stepped closer. “It’s wrong, Mary.”

“Umm, you have no idea how wrong it is,” I moaned, my pussy growing wetter. It helped to drown out my nagging guilt. Lust was great for that. “That’s what makes it so hot.”

Alice tried to pull away.

“Don’t go. You don’t want to.” My wish was creeping over her. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Issy will have fun. Mark and I will have fun. She’ll love being our slut. Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Yes,” Alice muttered, her cheeks growing red. “I do, Mary. I…I…” She swallowed.

I reached out and cupped her chin. “It’s okay. It took me a little bit to get used to it. But it’s so intoxicating. So please don’t go. I want you here. I want you apart of my life. And this is it.”

“Fine,” she sighed, a smile crossing her lips. “I can’t say no to you.”

“I know,” I beamed and leaned in, kissing her hard. Our tongues wrestled together as Alice hugged me with a tight passion.

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Mark Glassner

“I straightened it out,” Mary said as the women walked back up to the house.

Feeling a surge of jealousy, I grabbed Mary and kissed her as passionately as I could. Mary melted against me, kissing me back with the same hot, blood-boiling passion. Issy cat-called behind us and, when I broke the kiss, Mary was breathless.

I glanced at Alice, and she was giving me the stink eye. I smirked back. Mary was mine.

“Are you a virgin, Issy?” Mary asked the girl when she caught her breath.

“Of course.” Issy flushed and glanced at her parents.

“Are you really?” I commanded.

The girl barely shook her head no, hoping her parents wouldn’t see the movement. That was a shame. Mary and I needed to find a pair of virgins to deflower. Well, tomorrow I would try the local community college if there were no virgins on the block. There was bound to be a few virgins at a community college.

Right? Not every girl lost hers in High School.

The next house was a big disappointment. Mr. and Mrs. Lowery were in their fifties and all their children had grown up and moved away years ago. Zane Bullard lived in the next house, he was a widower with a five year old daughter, and I quickly made him sell his house. The fifth house was just as disappointing, a gay couple lived there.

Finally, at the sixth house I found some promising girls. The Rhee family, Koreans, were very friendly, and had two daughters living at home, Iseul was nineteen and Yun was eighteen and just about to graduate from high school. Both girls were petite and gorgeous. So the Rhee family got to stay in their house.

Sadly, neither of the girls were true virgins. Iseul had given up her maidenhead to her boyfriend at prom last year and Yun had found her mother’s vibrator and had popped her cherry just three days earlier.

The next two houses were a bust, the Gomez’s had a son and a fat daughter, and the wife was in a wheelchair suffering from MS—I’m sure the money would be a big help for them. Mrs. Endicott weighed three hundred pounds and her daughter had graduated from college and moved out. I bought Madeleine’s house and let her stay, of course. The house after that was also a bust, the wife was badly scarred in an accident and they only had sons.

Anastasia, from my jogging club, was more than happy to sell her house and her husband, Stan, was more than happy to let me fuck his wife. At the next house, I met Mrs. Stainthrope, a gorgeous trophy wife and let her and her husband stay, provide I could stick my dick in her tight cunt. Mr. Stainthrope didn’t seem to mind. The final house was another bust, a fat wife and teenage sons.

All in all, Mary and I had eight houses we could use until we built our mansion. My wrist was sore from all the paperwork we signed. The block was ours and what adult women remained were ours to do with as we pleased while their husbands and fathers smiled on with approval.

“Take care,” Mary smiled at her friend. “I’ll see you, Sunday?”

“Yeah,” Alice muttered, glancing at me, and then she kissed Mary hard on the lips.

I grit my teeth. When she broke the kiss, I handed her a final duffel bag with her commission. “Take care,” I said, trying not to show I was at all jealous or threatened by her.

Alice nodded.

Mary waved as Alice headed back to her Jetta, then she headed back inside to get ready. She was going clubbing tonight with Diane, the friend she met last week before she made her Pact. Willow and Noel arrived within a few minutes of each other, carrying the outfits I had ordered them to buy. When Noel saw Willow, she smiled.

“I spoke with your husband today,” Noel said.

“My ex-husband?” Willow shrugged. “And?”

“What a wimp,” Noel laughed. She smiled at me. “Don’t worry, Master. His complaint to the FBI is officially listed as bullshit.”

“Good,” I told her and gave her a kiss and a grope on the ass. “Go change into your new outfit.”

“Yes, Master,” Noel purred.

I wanted to make sure the sluts were all ready for my guest to arrive. For years I had been playing D&D with the same group of guys. Usually we played at my apartment every Thursday. But I was too busy last Thursday, having fun with my new powers. Fucking my sluts should make it up to them for missing a week.

I had the sluts, under Lillian’s supervision, set up the dining room table to be our gaming room and then gather in the living room. We had a full stock of sodas and chips and pizza was on its way. Jessica had gotten home just on time and joined the other sluts in their sexy outfits. I admired my new sluts: Noel wore the sexy cop outfit I ordered her to purchase and Willow had on her sexy nurses outfit while Jessica, on her own initiative, had purchased a slutty, office-lady outfit, with the shortest miniskirt possible. The skirt barely covered her ass when she stood up straight and when she bent over, all her charms were on display. The blouse was tight and sheer. A pair black fishnet stockings were held up by a garter belt and stiletto heels made her ass sway when she walked.

“You are fucking hot!” I grinned, smacking her ass.

“Thank you, Master,” she smiled back. “They aired my interview of you. I think it’ll really help with your image.”

I grinned and smacked her ass again.

The doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Quatch looking around in amazement. Quatch was a big guy and covered in black hair. He had a shaggy beard, hairy arms and back, so he got the nickname Sasquatch which somehow gotten shortened down to Quatch. I wasn’t sure what his real name was. It might have been James or John, maybe. Either way, he was my best friend.

“Hey, man,” he said and whistled. “How the fuck are you staying here? Did you really rob a bunch of banks?”

“I won a poker tournament,” I told my friend. “Come in. Meet the girls.”

All the sluts, save Lillian, were gathered in the living room in their slutty outfits, beaming and giggling as they preened. “Hello, sir,” they all greeted Quatch and his mouth fell open.

“Who the fuck are all these girls, Mark?” he gasped. “Christ, I can see their tits. Did you hire a bunch of prostitutes?”

“These are my sex slaves,” I told him. “They’ll do whatever my fiancee and I tell them too. And I mean anything!” I said with a wink.

“Seriously?” he stammered.

“Seriously,” I said. “Choose one, and she’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

“Is this a joke?”

I shook my head and answered, “Nope.”

“Fuck, eh, how about the nurse?”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Oh, shit, you have two of them,” he said, licking his lips. “This one.”

“That’s Dr. Willow,” I said. “She’s new.”

“Hi,” Willow purred as she walked over to Quatch.

“Hey.” My friend swallowed, more than a little nervous.

Willow kissed Quatch, her body melting against him. Quatch stood frozen for a second, and then wrapped his arms around Willow’s lithe body and kissed her back. The doorbell rang again, and I smiled.

My friends and I would have a lot of fun tonight.

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Lilith – The Abyss

I watched them from the shadows, scurrying like the vermin they were.

I hated them all. The descendants of Adam and that submissive slut he replaced me with. Eve. Her name left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated her and her mongrel children. I had hounded her children, tormented them, and sent my monstrous children to terrorize them. I showed them no mercy, both men and women, and for that I was cast into the Abyss with the fallen angels, with Lucifer, as my final punishment.

I watched Mary scurry upstairs and disrobe to take a shower. Downstairs, Mark, disgusting, arrogant Mark, prattled about with all the women he forced to submit to him. I hated Mark most of all. That disgusting insect thought he could lay hands upon me. Last night, I would have drunk his entire essence, sucked him dry of his vitality if it wasn’t for his damned Wish he made with Lucifer. But even with his unlimited, sexual stamina, I had almost killed him.

I guess I should just count myself lucky that it was Mary that used the gem and not Mark. Lucifer loved to degrade me, and making me serve a man was just his style. And Mark was just the sort of man who would love to make me serve him forever, forced to satisfy any and all of his sexual appetites. But Lucifer’s plan had backfired.

“Lilith,” a voice whispered from the shadow, shivering through my body.

“Lucifer,” I answered. What did he want? Lucifer was always butting in, interfering where he wasn’t wanted.

Lucifer appeared behind me, shining with light. Brilliant and beautiful. When mortals summoned him, he would appear to match their expectations. These days that meant that ridiculous, evil lawyer get-up. He would appear at the crossroads as a dark, handsome man with scarlet eyes that practically dripped evil. It was so over the top.

But Lucifer, the Morning Star, was really a being of pure light, of radiance, and loved to brightly shine whenever he could. He was always to full of himself. The only thing that shined brighter than his body was his pride. It’s why he had rebelled, and why he had been cast into the Abyss—Lucifer refused to bow down to Adam. It was the only thing we had in common.

“Your Mark is pathetic,” I snarled at Lucifer. “Unlimited power and all he does with it is get a house full of women.”

“He’s the perfect choice,” Lucifer answered.

“I’ll crush him,” I snarled. “I’ll ruin your precious plans.” You will regret ever giving me the chance to be active in the mortal world.

Lucifer’s light pulsed like he had shrugged. “All outcomes will benefit me, Lilith.”

Anger bubbled through me. Lucifer was always so smug. “I’ll turn his little slut against him.”

A smirk creased Lucifer’s mouth. “I’d love to see that.”

He didn’t believe I could do it. Anger boiled in me. If there was one thing I could do, it was seduce pathetic mortals. Their passions ruled them, made the weak, biddable. I just needed to apply the right pressure, and Mary would be begging to help me crush Mark. I would show Lucifer. My anger bubbled through me as I moved through the Shadows until I stood behind Mary.

I stepped out of the Shadows and into the steamy shower. Lucifer couldn’t follow. The Shadows were the highest part of the Abyss, where only the most powerful of those of us imprisoned could venture. From the Shadows, you could see the mortal world and witness all the pleasures and joys it contained, all while knowing you were forever denied them. The only way to cross over was for some pathetic mortal to summon you. But so long as Mary held off using her last boon, I could freely enter the mortal world.

Mary jumped in surprise when she felt my lust permeating her body. She turned, water running down her naked form. Mary’s emerald eyes widened in lust, her nipples hardened into tiny, erect nubs, and the scent of her arousal filled my nose. Mary’s tongue slid across her red lips and I could see her hand tremble as she desired to reach out and touch my lush form.

I would enjoy seducing her against Mark. Her passions burned hot. Mark had inflamed her lusts into heights of depravity. Now I just had to take her a little higher, and the slut would turn against Mark. She would be my weapon.

“Lilith,” Mary moaned as she trembled in passion, her eyes locked to my breasts.

This would be easy.

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