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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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And the Living God descended upon Rogers Community College to instruct the nubile, young women and virile, young men about the freedom of love. His sermons were full of passion, and many converted to a life of uninhibited pleasure.

—First Book of Vivian 18:25

Mary Sullivan

My mouth was dry when I woke up. I shifted, rolling over. Mark was already up. He seemed to like to wake up early. I, on the other hand, hated waking up early. I used to have to wake up 4 AM for my job at Starbuzz, a chain of coffee shops. Lucky for me, I met Mark and didn’t have to work at that shitty job anymore.

My pussy was still wet from this amazing sex dream I had. Both my sisters were in it, and they were so beautiful, nude and pressing against me. They caressed me and I touched them back. Maybe sleeping with my sisters could be something magical and beautiful, and not something I needed to worry about.

Or to be ashamed about.

Missy and Samantha were coming over tonight. Maybe I would enjoy them both with Mark.

I glanced out the window. The sun was up. I had stuff to do. I couldn’t spend all day in bed. I forced myself to crawl out of bed and pull on my pink, silk robe, loving how cool and sleek the fabric felt on my body.

The shower was a necessity. I fucked so many different women at the dance club last night and capped the night off with a delicious gangbang. Mark’s friend Tom had an amazing cock, stretching out my pussy. I wouldn’t mind having him again. Maybe I would stick around for next week’s D&D game. Or at least the end.

Refreshed from my shower, I dressed before heading downstairs. I found some of the sluts eating a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes. All the sluts were there, save the three with jobs: our reporter, Jessica; our FBI Agent, Noel; and Willow, our doctor slut.

Korina was looking better. Her arm still in a sling from when Chasity had shot her on Monday night. At the time, Korina was being controlled by a nun and was about to brain Mark with a rolling pin. Desiree also had gotten shot by Chasity, and I had to use my second boon from Lilith to save her life.

I still one more boon to go and then I would be free of Lilith and her temptations.

I shuddered. Last night, she had tried to get me to dominate Mark. So I banished her unless she was called on. She couldn’t appear before me, Mark, or the sluts without permission. The only thing keeping me from using my last boon was the nuns. If one of them showed up, we’d need her.

“Breakfast, mi Reina?” Desiree purred, holding up a plate of pancakes.

“Oh, yes,” I beamed, smacking her naked bottom after I took the plate. I found a seat between Alison,on my right, and Chasity.

“I want the house spotless, sluts,” I said as I dug in. “I want everything perfect for my family.” My sisters, their boyfriends, and my dad were coming. My family was both eager and apprehensive to meet Mark. The interview with Agent Peterson had helped to relieve their fears that I was dating a terrorist, but they still had their doubts. After dinner, I planed on seducing one of my sisters. It was part of a spell that would allow me to see nuns.

I was nervous, going back and forth on actually crossing the taboo line of incest. Maybe Shannon would be easier. She was my older sister and had always bullyed me when we were children. I wouldn’t mind getting a little bit of payback. But Missy was just a sweetheart, the baby of the family. I shared a bedroom with her since I was four. We were close in age and used to share clothes and talk about boys. I smiled at a nasty thought, we could share each other’s bodies now.

I licked my lips, maybe I should have both. “Damn,” I muttered.

“Mistress?” Alison asked.

“I think I am really looking forward to having Shannon and Missy naked in my bed.”

Alison giggled, “You are so kinky, Mistress. I wish I had a sister to fuck.”

Damn, I was turning into one kinky girl. What was next? Would I be fucking my dad?

No. That was a little too much. Mark had made me into a sex-crazed woman, not that I was complaining, but sleeping with my dad…well that was a line I just wouldn’t cross. I wasn’t kinky enough to do that.

Yet, a voice whispered inside me. I squirmed in my chair as a trickle of pussy juices leaked out.

“Desiree, you have the shopping list?” I asked, dragging my thoughts out of the gutter.

“Yes, mi Reina, I was just about to leave,” Desiree answered.

“Good, I want this dinner to—”

“Oh, no!” Karen gasped.

The former nun suddenly bolted from the table and went running out of the room.

“Karen,” I called, following after her. “Are you okay?”

She disappear into the bathroom.

I looked inside and immediately looked away. Karen was retching into the toilet. I couldn’t watch that. Just knowing she was doing it was enough to make my stomach queasy. What was wrong with the girl? She had been throwing up for the last several mornings.

“You okay?” I asked from outside.

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen answered, washing her mouth. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You’re not pregnant, right? Is this morning sickness?”

“Nuns don’t get pregnant,” Karen answered. “It’s one of the gifts we’re given, since we may have to have unprotected sex. I couldn’t have conceived before Lilith stripped my powers. If Master has impregnated me, it’s far too early for morning sickness to develop. I mean, it hasn’t even been a week since I became your slave, Mistress.”

I nodded. “Okay, well if you’re feeling better.”

“I am.” She stepped out of the bathroom.

We returned to the dining room. I had managed not to loose my appetite, and took another bite of my pancakes. “Tonight, only Fiona, Thamina, and Desiree are to remain.” Desiree had to stay because she was the cook. The other two I just picked at random. It didn’t really matter which sluts stayed, they were all beautiful. “You three need to buy some less slutty maid outfits to wear. The rest of you sluts will go next door while my family is here. The Laytons are supposed to move out today. Order pizza and do whatever you want.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the sluts answered back. It sent a naughty thrill through me, all these sluts obeying me.

“Alison, Karen, and Xiu, we’re going to go spend the day running errands for the wedding.”

“Mistress, I have that doctor’s appointment today,” Xiu, the former Asian waitress, said, her face falling. “But I’ll be more than happy to cancel.”

“Oh, no. Go to the doctor. That’s more important.” It was. I cared about my sluts. “Violet, you’ll come instead.” I didn’t really care which sluts came. I just wanted some company and some second opinions on flower arrangements and food and whatnots.

Innocent Violet beamed at me. “Oh, thank you, Mistress.”

The three I chose went upstairs to change while the other sluts began cleaning the house.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I pulled my Mustang into the crowded parking lot of Rogers Community College. It was a rambling collections of red brick buildings and landscaped lawns. Students bustled about, heading for their classes. They all were young adults, the girls looking so sexy.

Not sure where to start, I headed for the school’s office. The sign out front said visitors had to check-in. The office was small, a cluttered receptionist desk, a short hallway that lead back to the faculty offices, and a few chairs for people to sit in. The receptionist was a short, stout Indian woman named, according to a brass nameplate, Archana Korrapti. Her black hair was graying and cut soccer mom short.

“Hello,” she greeted with a pleasant smile. “How may I help you, sir?”

I grinned, feeling bold. “I’m Mark Glassner, and I’m here scouting for some pussy.” It was ridiculous thing to say. I loved that I could get away with it.

She blinked. “I’m sorry, what did you say, sir?” she asked with some heat.

“Relax, it’s okay. I’m Mark, and it’s perfectly all right for me to fuck any of the girls here. Nothing I do is wrong.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” she blushed. “You’re going to be…with our girls. Yes, that’s perfectly all right.” She knocked over her pen jar. “Oh, dearie. I’m sorry, I’m a little flustered.”

I flashed a reassuring smile at her. “Of course, of course.” Who wouldn’t be flustered when a man wanted for terrorism walked in wanting to fuck your college’s female students.

She pulled out a binder labeled, “Visitor Badges,” from a drawer. She dug around the spilled pens and found a permanent sharpie and wrote, “Mark, Pussy Scout,” on the badge and peeled it off the page. “This needs to be worn at all times, Mark.”

“Thanks,” I said, sticking the badge to the front of my shirt.

The door leading into the office swung in and a cute, young woman with a heart-shaped face framed by black ringlets walked in. She had small, pouty red lips and brown eyes that sparkled with energy. A tight, white t-shirt with a rainbow across her breasts, emphasized her nice pair of tits.

“Well, you are a pretty thing,” I growled, looming over her. She shrank back, bumping into the door. It closed shut behind her, trapping her before me.

“Mrs. Korrapti,” the young woman gasped. She was eighteen and budding.

“Oh, it’s alright, Jerri,” the receptionist said. “Mark’s scouting for pussy.”

“And aren’t you some pretty pussy?” I stroked her trembling face. “Are you a virgin, Jerri?”

“No,” she muttered, looking away from me. Well I didn’t think I’d find my virgin with the first eighteen year old I met. But she was cute. I could have some fun.

“Well, drop your leggings and panties,” I told her. “Time to inspect your pussy.”

“That doesn’t seem right,” she gasped even as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her white leggings and blue panties in one motion. Then she realized what she had done. “Wh-why did I do that?”

“Because you’re a slut and just delicious,” I groaned as I gazed at her creamy, olive thighs. I reached out and stroked her thigh, feeling her smooth leg. “Unzip my pants and pull my cock out.”

“Yes, sir,” Jeri squeaked. Her trembling hand fumbled with my pants button. It popped open and she pulled the zipper down. My jeans fell around my knees as she reached into my boxer, her hand cool on my cock.

“Relax,” I told her, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just fuck your tight, little pussy. Your cunt’s dying for my cock. You’re soaking wet. Right?”

Her eyes widened. “I am, sir.” Jeri’s voice had a firm timbre.

Jeri’s legs parted for me as I lifted her up, her arms wrapped around my neck. I gripped her ass, guiding her body so my cock could find her pussy. I thrust forward, my cock sliding through her pussy lips and bumping her clit. I thrust twice more before I found her hot opening.

“Yes,” I groaned, sinking into her barely-legal snatch. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes, sir! Oh, yes! My pussy needed that!”

Her silky pussy lips clung to my shaft as I slid into her warm, tight opening. Jerri moaned as I fucked her, working her hips as her soft, juicy pussy massaged my shaft. My balls ached as I pounded her against the door

“Umm, wouldn’t you like some privacy?” the flustered receptionist asked.

“Naw, I like an audience,” I answered, fucking Jerri with slow, short thrusts. “It’s so fucking hot. Keep watching as I pound her.”

“Yes, yes! Watch!” gasped Jeri. The slut wrapped her legs around my hips.

I held her ass. She was light, maybe a hundred pounds. I squeezed her perky butt-cheeks through her jean skirt as I pounded her. She writhed her hips, undulating against me as she moaned and gasped in my ear.

“Ever had someone watch you having sex, Jerri?”

“No,” she moaned.

“It’s exciting being watched, isn’t it?”

Jerri’s breath was hot on my ear as she answered, “It’s so hot! And your cock! Oh, yes, it feels so good in me.”

I fucked her a little faster, a little harder. Her cunt had a velvety grip on my cock. I stroked through her warm, wet tunnel. She was tight. She may not be virgin, but she hadn’t had much experience. Her legs were vices around my waist as she wiggled her hips, bucking up to meet my thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she panted, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.

Behind her, the door into the main office banged against its hinges every time I thrust into her. It accompanied us. I pounded her, wanting to see how loud it would rattle.

“What the fuck is going on?” a male voice roared behind me. A fit, tall man in his fifties strode down from his office. His blonde hair was cut short and turning white with age. Fierce, blue eyes glared at me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m Mark Glassner, and it’s okay for me to fuck your students. Everything I do is right.”

The anger deflated out of the man, his shoulders falling. “I…yeah, of course, Mark. Wait, that Mark?”

“Yep,” I grinned as I I continued to fuck the young slut. “Are you the school’s dean?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“I bet you’ve always wanted to fuck a student,” I asked. My balls ached. I loved all the eyes on me, witnessing my power as I enjoyed Jerri’s tight cunt. My orgasm was just moments away. I fucked the slut harder, savoring her moans.

“I always have,” the dean answered, but then quickly added, “But I would never touch one! That’s against the rules.”

“Today’s your lucky day. Jerri here is going to go in your office, bend over your desk, and let you have some sloppy seconds. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Shit!” he cursed. “I…fuck.” He swallowed. “Yeah, okay.” Then he smiled, a hungry kind of smile as my powers gave him permission to enjoy his fantasies.

My balls tightened. I pounded Jeri’s sweet snatch harder. The door banged loudly behind us. She panted in my ear as pleasure rushed through her body. No words came out as she orgasmed, just her delightful squeals.

Her pussy massaged my cock. My dick throbbed. I squeezed her ass and groaned through my gritted teeth as I flooded her young cunt with my jizz. I drew back and slammed in again as the pleasure shuddered through me.

“Wow,” she moaned as I pulled out of her. She slid to the floor, my cum leaking out of her cunt.

“The dean’s waiting,” I commanded.

“Yes,” she nodded, forcing herself to stand up.

With an excited smile, and bulging crotch, the dean took Jeri by the hand and led her into his office. Moments later, a low, throaty moan and the slap of flesh came from the deans office. “Oh, god! Your cunt is as tight as I thought, Jeri! Oh, you’re one nasty slut!”

“Have a good one,” I nodded to the flustered secretary. I paused. “You look horny. Why don’t you masturbate and relieve the tension.”

“I…yes, sir,” she moaned and thrust her hands down behind the desk.

I smiled and left the office to find the virgins.

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Tacoma, WA

“Okay, we’re going to be set up around the cult’s building here,” I said to the five agents the SAC had given me for the surveillance. I pointed to the satellite photo of Fife, circling the target building. “We’ll be in two teams and we’ll setup here and here.”

The agents all nodded, writing down their notes.

“The cult is plotting a murder-for-higher, and their—”

The door opened and SAC Kemp walked in along with another FBI agent I didn’t recognize. She wore a burnt-orange pantsuit and had a stern, prudish face. Her short, honey-brown haircut only added to her disapproving stature.

“Yes, sir?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Come with me, Heinrich,” the SAC ordered. “The rest of you are released to your regular duties.”

My stomach lurched. “But, sir, what about the surveillance op? We need to—”

“This is Agent Hatheway from OPR. She has a few questions for you.”

I glanced at the stern-faced woman. The Office of Professional Responsibility was the FBI’s internal investigations. My stomach twisted. “This is very important, sir. They’re plotting to kill someone.”

“Yeah, Mark Glassner. A terrorist,” the SAC growled.

“So? It’s still a crime, sir.” I had to protect Master.

“Come along, Heinrich,” he snapped.

“Fine, sir.” I had no choice. I was Master’s spy. If I tried to resist, they would just arrest me and then what use would I be? I trembled as I followed the SAC and Agent Hatheway to a small interrogation room. A tape recorder lay on the middle of the table.

Agent Hatheway motioned to a seat as she sat down on the opposite side. She turned on the tape recorder. “Agent Cadence Hatheway, Friday, June 14th, 10:05, interviewing Agent Noel Heinrich. SAC Calvin Kemp also present.”

I swallowed.

“You seem very eager to pursue this threat against the terrorist Mark Glassner,” Agent Hatheway said.

It took all my self-control not to claw her eyes out. Master wasn’t a terrorist.

“The cult are plotting to kill someone,” I answered. “Is that not a matter for law enforcement, even if the target of the plot is a terrorist?”

“Your partner, Agent Peterson, has been compromised by Mark Glassner’s gas in the botched raid yesterday morning. Why weren’t you?”

“I didn’t go in,” I answered. “I recognized the signs and backed away.” It was the same lie I had told the SAC yesterday.

“And yet you seem eager to protect Mark Glassner. Just a minute ago, you argued with your superior.”

“I just get…carried away. I want to catch this cult as bad as I want to stop Mark Glassner.” I answered, my palms growing sweaty.

“Of course you do. You are quite passionate for a case you have had no involvement in until the moment Mark Glassner was threatened.”

I wanted to claw her eyes out. My Master was being threatened, and I was stuck answering her questions. I took a deep breath and lied, “I received an alert since Mark’s name came up in their investigation. Since I’m the lead agent—”

“You’re the lead agent on the Glassner case for now,” corrected the SAC.

I swallowed. “Well, since I am still the lead agent, I realized there was an opportunity to make headway in the case against the cult and maybe expose more about Mark Glassner and the source of his mysterious gas.”

They grilled me with questions while Master came closer and closer to danger. I hated them both.

To be continued…

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