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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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Someone wants to kill Mark. Good. I wish them the best of luck.

—excerpt from Doug Allard’s surveillance notes, June 14th, 2013.

Mark Glassner

I was sweaty when I got back from jogging and breaking in the newest member of my club. Issy Norup lived, along with her parents, in one of the houses Mary and I had bought yesterday. They were allowed to live in their homes for free, provided their eighteen-year-old daughter Issy was available for us to fuck. Thanks to my powers, the Norups didn’t have a problem with the arrangements.

Since Issy was an athletic girl, I invited her to join my naked jogging club. After the jog, the group met back at Madeleine’s house where I would enjoy one of my jogging sluts. Today, I savored Issy and her tight, young cunt.

My working sluts, Noel, Willow, and Jessica, cars were already gone when I walked back from Madeleine’s house next door. Noel and Jessica were my little spies in the FBI and the local news. I yawned as I walked into the house. I’ve never needed that much sleep, I usually got four or five hours a night, but the few hours I had gotten were not enough this morning.

I slipped into the master bedroom I shared with my fiancee. She was still sleeping off the fun she had last night. Last night had been wild. Quatch, my best friend and best man for my upcoming wedding, had asked if I could make his sister his sex slave. Of course, I said yes. Tom, Chris, and Karl—my groomsmen—were impressed with my sex slaves and each wanted one of their own.

I was more than happy to deliver. Today, I would procure their sex slaves and find a pair of virgins for Mary and I to fuck. That last one was important. We needed two virgins so we could cast a spell and make us immune to STD’s. With all the fucking we did, we were bound to catch something.

I wanted to join Mary on the bed and sleep, but I had so much to do today. I slipped past the inviting bed and headed into the master bathroom. I turned the shower on. The bathroom filled up with steam. I stepped beneath the spray of hot water and let the warmth take the ache from my legs away. I was slowly getting used to jogging. Every day my body grew more fit. I believed it was more consequent of my wish to have a long and healthy life that I was starting to shed my excess pounds, but the jogging was fun.

Well, fucking my sluts afterward was the fun part.

As the warm water rolled over me, the dream I had last night returned. I couldn’t shake the dream. It had filled my mind while I was jogging, distracting me from the view of the five naked asses waggling before me as I jogged—and those five ladies all had beautiful asses.

I felt the dream was important, I just wasn’t sure why. I lowered my head, letting the warm water splash down my head and back. Who were the dolls? Were they even people, or did they just represent something else? Was it a warning, a premonition, or was this just my fear of Lilith manifesting from my subconscious?

I sighed, it was probably just a nightmare. Probably.

I grabbed the soap and washed my body. My thoughts drifted from my dream to the day ahead. I was planning to go to Rogers Community College to find the two virgins, and Tom’s sex slave—he requested a young Asian slut. It was a shame none of the young women living on our street were virgins with intact hymens.

Finished showering, I slipped out and dried off. I dressed in a pair of boxers, comfortable jeans, and a black t-shirt. Mary was still sleeping, curled up on her side. Her auburn hair was spilled across the bed.

She was so beautiful.

I bent over and kissed her on the cheek before I headed downstairs.

Desiree was cooking in the kitchen, naked save for an apron. I had taken Desiree, and this house, from her husband, Brandon. Desiree was an amazing cook, and I would have kept her even if she was the ugliest woman on the planet for the delicious meals she made. But she wasn’t. She was a gorgeous Latina with big breasts and a nice ass.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in her sexy, Latina accent.

I reached over and fondled her dusky ass as she stood at the stove. She flipped the pancakes on the griddle onto plates and then ladled out more batter from a mixing bowl. She wiggled her ass as I massaged her butt.

“Keep cooking,” I whispered before kissing her neck.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. My hard dick slid across her plump ass then between her legs. I guided my cock, found the wet lips of her cunt, and rubbed my head around her pussy lips. She shuddered as I found her wet hole and slid my cock deep inside her.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” purred Desiree as I fucked her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped a hand under her apron to squeeze her heavy breasts and play with her hard nipples. Her cunt was a wet, warm glove sliding up and down on my cock. Desiree continued cooking, flipping the more pancakes onto the platter before ladling more batter onto the griddle.

“Morning, Master,” Chasity sleepily murmured as she walked in.

“Slut,” I replied.

Chasity, our cop slut, smiled and rubbed my ass as she walked by, heading for the coffee pot to pour herself a cup. She grabbed a couple of pancakes and sat down on the small kitchen table. “These are delicious,” Chasity said with delight.

“Oh, thank you,” Desiree panted. Her hips were moving as her lust built as I fucked her.

“Not as delicious as your cunt,” I quipped.

“Or your cock, mi Rey,” Desiree moaned back, clenching her pussy on my cock.

My strokes grew harder. I owned this cunt. I could use her whenever I wanted, and she loved to please me. I stole her from her ugly husband and molded her into my slut. She shuddered and moaned. Smoke tickled my nose. Pancakes were burning. Desiree was too lost to the pleasure my cock churned in her cunt.

“Yes, mi Rey! Fuck me! Oh, yes!”

Her pussy spasmed about my cock. I squeezed her pillowy breasts. This was power. This was the life. I buried my cock into her pussy’s depths and groaned as my cum spilled into her flesh. Her pussy sucked at my shaft, eager and hungry for my load.

“Fuck, I needed that,” I growled, slapping her ass.

“I’m glad I could please you, mi Rey,” she purred. She scraped off the burned pancakes and poured fresh batter. “Would you like some pancakes?”

I pulled out of her and smacked her ass. In a minute, she dished up my pancakes on my plate. I sat down next to Chasity, my stomach growling. I poured on the maple syrup and took a big bite, my eyes locked on Desiree’s nut-brown ass swaying as my cum trickled out of her cunt down her thighs.

Xiu, a petite and busty Asian slut, joined us, that unsightly nose splint still on her face from when Mary broke it on Monday during the fight. “You’re seeing the doctor about your nose today?”

“Yes, Master,” Xiu said, sitting next to me. “I think the split will get removed.”

“Good,” I said.

“Master,” Chasity said. “Did you speak to Noel this morning?”

I shook my head.

A chill ran down my back as she explained about the assassination threat Noel had uncovered. “Fuck,” I muttered. The dream was forgotten.

“Noel will handle it,” Chasity nodded, a smile on her face. “She’s tough and confident, Master.”

I nodded my head. “You’ll help her if she needs it?”

“Of course, Master. I can get the Puyallup Police on it,” she smiled.

“Good. Do what it takes to stop them.”

“Any restrictions?” she asked.

“Nope. I want it dealt with. No one is fucking killing me or Mary.”

“Yes, Master.” Chasity reached out and patted my hand. “Noel plans on raiding them today. It will be taken care of.”

“Good,” I nodded.

It was strange hearing that people wanted me dead. Did this cult have something to do with a real demon? Marduk. Who the fuck was Marduk? I pulled out my phone and did a search. He was some Babylonian god of water and judgment. And bulls and a bunch of other BS. This is why we were recruiting bodyguards tomorrow.

Noel would handle it. I trusted her. And if not, I could use my powers and dominate the cult.

Since I had my phone out, I looked up the phone number for the Stag in Lakewood. It was the restaurant my friend Karl worked at. I had promised him I would turn his bitch of a boss into his sex slave. She should be in to oversee the morning prep for the restaurant.

The phone rang a few time. “The Stag in Lakewood,” a bored guy answered the phone.

“I need to speak to Julie.”

“Yeah, sure.” The phone rustled. “Hey, Julie, phone call.”

A moment later, an impatient woman snapped, “Yes, what is it?” She had a shrewish voice, the kind that belonged to a woman who would nag you to death. I didn’t hear the appeal, but maybe Karl just wanted to make the bitch suffer.

“Julie, from now on you’re going to be Karl Nielson sex slave,” I commanded her. “You’ll do whatever Karl wants and love him for as long as he wants you, okay.”

“Yeah,” she answered, the shrewish tone vanishing. “Who are you?”

I hung up on her. Karl’s sex slave was down, just Chris and Tom left to go.

“Sluts, let Mary sleep as long as she wants,” I ordered as I stood up. “Chantelle and Lana should be showing up today.”

“They were with you at the Space Needle last week?” Xiu asked.

I nodded, a grin crossing my lips. “That was a wild night.

Last Saturday, I took Mary out on a day-long date. We first went orca watching and there met Lana and Chantelle, a pair of newly-wedded lesbians. They were so cute and sexy we had to keep them. Then went to the Space Needle where I proposed to Mary.

She had been so happy when I did that.

To celebrate our engagement, I had taken over the entirety of the restaurant at the top of the Space Needle. I kept the six most beautiful servers and had them work naked. It devolved into an orgy pretty quickly. Mary and I ended up keeping three of the servers—Xiu, Fiona, and Korina—as sex slaves

“Yeah,,” I nodded. “I let them enjoy the rest of their honeymoon before they had to return. Which should be today. I think.” That night was foggy. We drank a lot of champagne.

“How nice,” Desiree said. Then she cleared her throat before nervously asking, “Mi Rey, would you be mad if I asked Alison to marry me?”

I blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Well, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and…” Desiree took a deep breath. “I love her, mi Rey.”

“I’ve noticed,” Chasity grinned. “You two are so cute together. Mistress thinks you’re adorable.”

Xiu nodded her head.

“Wait, you’ve all noticed them?” I frowned. I had seen the two together touching and kissing a lot. I never thought much of it. Did I care if they got married? No. It wouldn’t change the fact they were my sluts, and if this made them happy, then what was the harm? “Well, if you love her, I think it’s great idea.”

“Thank you, mi Rey.” There were tears in her eyes as she bent over and kissed me.

“Take a thousand dollars and go buy an engagement ring,” I said, pushing away from the table. “Let Mary know I will be home probably this afternoon. Desiree, you know what to cook for dinner?” Tonight, Mary’s sisters, their boyfriends, and Mary’s father were coming to dinner.

“Yes, mi Reina left instructions. I’ll pick up the ingredients after breakfast while I’m out shopping for the ring.”

I kissed Xiu, Chasity, and Desiree before heading out of the house to my silver Mustang. I loved this car. It had belonged to this asshole who screamed at me in a parking lot. So I swapped my piece of shit car for his brand-new Mustang.

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Tacoma, WA

“Sir,” I said, knocking on SAC Kemp’s office open door. I poked my heat through. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yes, Heinrich?” he asked. He was a short, round man, his hair balding. Despite that, he had an intimidating stare.

“Sir. We’ve had a tip about the Marduk Cult. They are performing a murder-for-higher. They’re meeting with a man who’s hiring them at noon today in Fife.”

“Not much time” he said. “What do you need?”

“Give me a surveillance team and we’ll gather what intel we can,” I said, trying to hide my tremble. I fought the urge to make sure my sandy-blonde hair was pinned up in a bun. I couldn’t be afraid. “We might be able to bug the place or use a laser microphone on the window.”

“Sure.” He nodded.

I almost sighed in relief. That was easy.

“Oh, who’s the target?”

I tried to casually say, “Mark Glassner.”

My boss froze for a moment then nodded. “Okay, put together the team.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I closed his door and let out the sigh. I would protect Master.

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Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

My first stop was Hot Chick A Latte to get Chris his sex slave. The bikini barista stand was a hot pink, tiny building situated in the parking lot of a convenient store on Meridian, the main drag that ran north and south through South Hill down into Puyallup and up towards Federal Way and SeaTac. I parked my Mustang, walked up to the rear door, and knocked hard.

“Let me in,” I ordered.

The door opened and a tan-skinned woman, with the largest tits I had ever seen outside of porn, opened the door. She was easily a G Cup like Chris claimed. Her breasts were full and heavy, swaying as she walked. Two hot-pink pasties covered her nipples. The only clothing she wore was a pair of frilly, yellow panties. Behind her another busty girl, only a DD Cup, also wearing pasties, made a coffee for a customer.

“Yes?” the busty girl asked.

“Velvet?” She nodded. “Good, we’re going to fuck, so get those panties off.”

“You’re him?” she gasped as she pulled off her panties. “The terrorist.”

“Yep,” I nodded as stepped into the tight stand. “It’s your lucky day.”

I tore off her left pasty. She winced as her huge areola and fat nipple were exposed. I bent down and sucked her nub right into my mouth. Velvet gasped as I hefted her heavy tit and squeezed the fleshy mound. Chris would enjoy her.

“What the fuck?” the other barista gasped.

I popped my mouth off Velvet’s nipple. “Keep working,” I barked. “Nothing wrong is happening back here.”

“Yeah, we’re fucking,” moaned Velvet, almost in surprise.

“You’re dying to feel my cock,” I grinned as I unzipped my fly.

“Oh, baby, I am. You’re famous!” She shuddered as I pushed her up against a supply shelf. “Fuck me, baby!”

I slammed my cock into her hot, tight pussy. She squealed in delight as I pounded her. The shelf rocked and the ingredients rattled. A bottle of chocolate syrup crashed to the ground. Velvet worked her hips, fucking me back.

“Yes, yes! I’m fucking Mark Glassner! Oh, yes!”

“It’s your lucky day, slut,” I growled.

Her pussy clenched down on my cock. I shuddered, slamming in to her depths. Her huge tits pressed against my chest, one nipple still covered by the pasty. I gripped her skinny ass and plowed into her cunt.

The girl definitely had some nice charms.

“Yes, yes!” Velvet moaned, her lips wet on my cheeks as she kissed my face.

“You’re going to be Chris Young’s sex slave,” I growled into her ear.

“Oh, who’s that?” she asked in confusion.

“He’s a customer,” I said, and squeezed one of her big, soft tits. “You’re going to love him and do whatever he wants, no matter how disgusting, for as long as he wants you.”

“Yes, yes,” Velvet gasped. “My Chris.” Her cunt spasmed on my cock and she bucked against me.

“What a slut,” I growled. Just the idea of being some guy’s sex slave was enough to send this whore into an orgasm.

“I can’t wait to meet my Chris!” she moaned. “He’s my master!”

“Chris will come by today, and you’re going to go with him because you belong to him now.”

“Yes, yes, I’m all his,” she panted, her pussy milking my cock. “I love him so much!”

I slammed into her depths. I shuddered as I erupted into my friend’s new sex slave. I squeezed her ass and buried my face between those big, fat titties. They pressed on my cheeks as I groaned. My pleasure died and I pulled out of her.

Velvet slunk to the floor of the coffee stand, my cum oozing out of her cunt, wearing only a single pasty covering a fat nipple. “Chris is going to love you,” I grinned. “You’re a great fuck.”

Velvet smiled. “Good.”

I pulled out my phone and sent Chris a text message: “Come on down. She’s wet and ready for you, buddy!”

To be continued…

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