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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 — Xiu — Korina — Fiona — Violet — Lillian — Nurse Thamina — Karen (Sister Louise Afra) — Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter — Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI — Dr. Willow WolfTail

Demons

Lucifer — Lilith — Marduk

The Cult of Lilith

Lana — Chantelle

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām — Sister Theodora Mariam — Archangel Gabriel — Dominion Ramiel (Angel)

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons — Doug Allard, P.I. — Tina Allard — Antsy (Mark’s Sister) — Sandy (Mark’s Mother) — Sean (Mary’s Father) — Shannon (Mary’s Older Sister) — Missy (Mary’s Younger Sister) — Xavier (High Priest of Marduk)

Chapter One

Every woman Lilith lies with is impregnated with the demoness’s black seed. The monstrous child grows swiftly. Their forms vary. A hundred different monsters are her offspring, the nightmares that plagued mankind in distant days.

—excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Friday, June 14th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

It was late, well after midnight, and my friends had left. We were done playing D&D, and fucking my sluts, for the night. I was glad Quatch, Chris, Tom, and Karl had come over. It was fun showing off my new sex slaves. They were my hot toys, and I didn’t mind sharing them with my friends. While we played D&D, Mary had been out dancing at a lesbian club with her friend Diane. She had come home drunk and reeking of pussy.

And then we had some wild fun.

But now it was late. I had a chance to catch a few hours of sleep before my jogging sluts would show up. I left the dining room a mess; the sluts would clean it up when they woke up.

“Come on, Mare,” I said, slipping my arm beneath hers and helping her off the table.

“Is it time for bed?” she asked, her voice slurred. She was wiped out from dancing and then fucking my friends. Karl, Tom, Chris, and I had all fucked her on the table. She had loved every minute of it, but now she was gangbanged out and barely conscious.

“Yeah,” I smiled at my fiancee. She was so beautiful. Her auburn hair fell in a tousled mess about her heart-shaped face. I caught glimpses of her green eyes as she struggled to stay awake. She leaned against me as we walked up the stairs.

“I pissed in this girl’s mouth,” she giggled as we climbed. “On the dance floor.”

“Naughty filly,” I laughed.

“Good night, Master,” Lillian yawned at the top of the stairs. She was the only slut still up. She had been playing D&D with my friends and me.

“Night,” I nodded as I headed to the master bedroom.

I lay Mary’s naked body on the bed. Her thighs were a sticky mess of cum. She was out the moment she hit the pillows. I pulled off my jeans and lay down next to her. “Love you, Mare,” I whispered as I closed my eyes.

Sleep crashed hard on me.

I dreamed nonsense. A clash of images conversation and scenarios with my family that spilled from one absurd possibility to another. A wrench tugged on me, ripping me out of my normal dream. I floated in a black void, vivid lights flaring around me.

I held two dolls in my hand. One was blonde and the other raven-haired. They jerked in my hand, like something wanted to rip them free of my grip. I squeezed my hands down, tightly holding them. They were mine. I didn’t want to let go of them.

Lilith appeared before me, hanging in the void. She was clad only in her silver hair, her body lush and perfect. Lust ached through me. A gloating smile spread across her face. Lilith seized the blonde doll and wrenched it out of my hand.

“Fuck!” I snarled, my hand throbbing, blood dripping from torn skin.

Lilith’s smile deepened.

Before I could stop her, she ripped the raven-haired doll from my hand. Skin tore and I roared in pain.

Lilith’s smile burned with triumph.

I snapped awake and groaned. It was 6:45 AM. The time I was used to waking up. It’s how I am. Even if I only had a few hours of sleep. It had to be almost three when I closed my eyes. I groaned as I sat up, the dream lingering in my mind. It haunted me, my mind examining it over and over. I had no idea why it shook me so. Was it just fear of Lilith?

The doorbell rang. The Naked Jogging Club was waiting.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “We need to deal with that bitch one day.”

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Chantelle Paquet-Holub – Port Orchard, WA

Lana shuddered beneath me, her pussy clenching down on my new cock. This was the fourth time I had fucked her. We were ravenous for the new pleasure. There was nothing like having my cock buried into my wife’s tight, hot snatch.

“Cum in me!” Lana moaned! “Keep cumming in me! I love that moment!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, staring into the round, Slavic face of my wife. Her blonde hair was matted to her sweaty face. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. I leaned down, my small breasts pressing into hers as we kissed.

Our Goddess watched us. Lilith stood nearby, clad only in her silver hair, a triumphant smirk on her face. She had rescued us from Mark and Mary. For the last week, we had been under his power, mind-controlled into believing we loved being their slaves.

He was a man. The first man I had ever been with. I had fucked a man and been brainwashed to think I loved it.

My thrusts grew harder as anger spilled through me.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me!” gasped Lana. “I love it! You’re so passionate, Chantelle!”

Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling me in tight as her pussy milked my cock. The cock was a gift from Lilith, part of the Pact my wife and I had made. I received a clit I could transform into a cock at will, and Lana’s Pact made us both young and beautiful forever. All Lilith wanted in exchange was our worship. I would gladly worship her for freeing us from Mark, let alone for her wonderful gifts.

My pussy clenched. My cock throbbed. I buried into Lana and erupted, flooding her pregnant pussy with my spunk. I collapsed on her, nuzzling into her blonde hair. I pushed back my raven-black curls and shuddered in delight.

“That was amazing,” Lana panted.

“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips as I rolled off of her. My hands went to my belly. Like my wife, I was pregnant with Lilith’s daughter.

“Every woman I fuck quickens with my child,” the Goddess had explained. “You two will be the mothers of the first of my new children. They’ll grow fast. In no time, you shall bear your daughters.”

I couldn’t wait.

Lana smiled. “You’re thinking of your daughter?”

I nodded.

“It will be a surprise what kind she shall be,” Lilith purred. “I am the mother of monsters, and my daughters are as diverse as the sands. But I know they will all be useful to defeat Mark.”

“Yes,” I nodded.

She glanced at the window. “Dawn approaches. I have business to attend to. Do not forget your instructions.”

“No, Goddess,” I purred. We needed to find more worshipers for Lilith, other women who disliked men and would be open to worshiping a real goddess.

“Goddess,” Lana said. “We are supposed to return to…them today.” We both shuddered. Neither of us wanted to be near Mark or Mary again. “What do we do?”

“Put them off if you can,” Lilith answered. “Tell whatever lie you need to. Remember, he expects you to be under his power.”

“Well, they were drunk that night,” I pointed out. “I barely remember their command for us to enjoy our honeymoon.”

Lana shuddered. “He made me fuck those cooks while he watched.”

“While we watched.” My fists clenched and I forced out the image of Lana in the restaurant’s kitchen while those disgusting cooks used her. “He fucked me and taunted me about how much you loved being used by those cooks.” Tears stung my eyes.

“We will make him pay,” Lilith purred before she vanished into the shadows.

I nodded my head, then glanced at my wife. “How do we find her worshipers though?”

“The internet?” Lana shrugged.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

I couldn’t sleep. I kept staring at the email, puzzling the words. Others were out there that hated Mark. Followers of other demons, maybe? Mark had made his Pact with Lucifer and he had summoned Lilith, another demon. So why couldn’t there be others?

If they wanted Mark dead, I was okay with that. My fists clenched and unclenched. I tried to sleep, but I kept staring at the clock. It was 7:00 AM now. I still had five hours before meeting with the assassin.

I wanted to get some sleep, but my brain wouldn’t stop working. I didn’t fear a trap. No cop would have said what the assassin had. No cop should have had any idea whom I wanted dead. It wasn’t in the posting. The very fact the assassin knew Brandon wanted Mark dead had to indicate a supernatural source.

Unless Doug betrayed me.

I shook my head. Doug was loyal. He was horrified by Mark. I spent half the night watching the degrading orgy. My poor wife Desiree had been defiled by Mark and his disgusting friends. They had fucked her and cum on her. And she had to act like she enjoyed it.

I tried not to focus on how hard I had cum as I jerked my cock while watching my poor wife be degraded last night.

I rolled onto my side, looking away from the alarm clock. My eyes closed. Sleep began to descend. My brain was fried. I needed to relax and get some rest. I had a few hours. The lethargy settled on me. My consciousness slipped away.

What if my alarm wasn’t set? What if I overslept?

I came fully awake. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It had been five minutes. I pushed the button, checking what time the alarm was set for. Still at 11:00 AM. It was fine. I could get some sleep. I rolled over and drifted down into sleep.

What if overslept?

I bolted awake again.

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Agent Noel Heinrich – South Hill, WA

I woke up beside Chasity. The blonde was on her side, stirring as I sat up. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, ringing the alarm. I had to get ready for work. Today was so important. In the middle of the night, I had received an email of a threat against Master.

Xavier Donovan, leader of the Cult of Marduk, was under investigation by the ATF and FBI for buying illegal guns. Last night, he had emailed an unknown man conspiring to assassinate Master. Shortly after, the unknown subject had emailed Xavier back. A meeting was quickly settled on for noon at the Church of the Bull Calf, located in the industrial section of Fife, a city that bordered between Tacoma and Puyallup along I-5.

“Good luck,” Chasity said as I dressed in my rust-brown pantsuit. She was aware of everything.

“We’ll get them,” I smiled as I pinned up my sandy-blonde hair. I planned on being there with a team to arrest Xavier, his entire cult, and this unknown subject on whatever charges I could. Once they were in custody, Master could talk to them and convince them to give up this entire ordeal.

Or if they resisted during the raid, I would just kill them. Master and Mistress had to be protected.

I gave Chasity a hot kiss, my heart beating fast. She was such a gorgeous woman, built like a Valkyrie, that mix of beauty and power. A warrior woman. It was exciting being around her. I couldn’t wait to get to know her better. Master planned for us to command his bodyguard, so there would be plenty of time.

Master had already left for the day when I stepped out of the bedroom, off to jog with his naked sluts. Mistress was still sleeping off her fun. Chasity would brief them on the threat. I made my way through the house. Desiree was up, cleaning the mess in the dining room.

“Have a good day,” she smiled. “Protect mi Rey and mi Reina.”

“I will,” I nodded as I passed through to the kitchen to snag a bagel.

Outside, I climbed into my sedan. Peterson, my partner, used to drive it. But after yesterday, he was probably done with the FBI. They believed he was under Master’s power, which he was, and off to a hospital to see if they could help him. Luckily, they didn’t suspect me. I was Master’s spy.

I drove to Tacoma, speeding. I didn’t care. I had government plates; no cop would pull me over. My heart thudded. I needed to protect Master. I needed to assemble my surveillance team and get out to the sight. That meant convincing my superiors that this was a major priority. The earlier I went to work on that task, the sooner we could get in place.

My heart raced as I parked my car in front of the Federal Building in Tacoma. I headed inside, my face hard. I needed to be a warrior woman like Chasity today. A Valkyrie who protects her Master from all threats.

To be continued…

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