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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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In all likelihood, Agent Noel Heinrich has been compromised by Mark Glassner. I recommend that surveillance upon her and Mark Glassner Commence immediately.

—excerpt from Agent Cadence Hatheway interview notes, June 14th, 2013

Mark Glassner

It was chaos in the hallway when I exited the bathroom, students rushing to their next class. If a girl walked by, I’d grab her and ask if she was a virgin. While I was questioning that girl, three more young women would walk by that I didn’t get to ask. Then the hallway thinned as the next round of classes started up. I walked into the next classroom and found a very attractive teacher. She was young and probably fresh out of college.

The teacher, Miss Blythe, according to the plaque on her desk, was a fiery-redhead bombshell with a pair of big tits straining a sleeveless, tan blouse. All the guys in the class stared lustfully at the teacher as she wrote on the whiteboard, her breasts jiggling beneath her blouse. Her nice ass was covered by a tight, knee length pencil skirt, that was a the same tan as the blouse.

“Hello?” she asked when I walked in. “Are you a student?”

“Pussy inspector,” I grinned. “I’m Mark Glassner and everything I do is perfectly okay and you want to help me out.”

“Oh, yes,” she purred. She had a sultry voice. “I’m Miss Blythe and inspect away.

“So, virgins, stand up,” I ordered the class.

Three boys and five girls stood up. I questioned them. All the girls had broken their hymens, one riding a bike, two with pencils, and two doing sports. Shaking my head, I decided to give the virgin boys a treat.

“Miss Blythe, I think these three boys need your help with their education.”

“Oh, how?” she asked.

“Bend over the desk and let them bust their first nut in your hot cunt,” I grinned. “You’re just dying to be fucked by them.”

“Oh, I am,” Miss Blythe moaned, a big smile on her lips. She hiked up her skirt and pull down her black thong, exposing a pussy bare of any hair. All the boys in the classes groaned in lust, along with a few of the girls.

The first virgin guy, maybe nineteen, stepped up and plowed his cock into her hot pussy.

One of the virgin girls, a Latina with a nice set of breasts, made my cock throb. “Bend over the desk, slut,” I ordered her, smacking her ass. “Time to get fucked! You’re just dying to be pounded!”

“Oh, yes!” she shuddered as my commands set in.

She hiked up her skirt. Her pussy was covered by thick, black fur. I slammed my cock into her virgin depths. She was tight. She had only shoved a pencil into her cunt before. The eighteen-year-old slut moaned as I pounded her.

“Yes, yes! That’s it!” moaned Miss Blythe as she was hammered by her student.

“Fuck!” grunted the virgin guy fucking the teacher. His hips were a blur as he pounded her. He shuddered and came in a minute. “Thanks Miss Blythe,” he muttered.

The next virgin guy stepped up. He was overweight, but he had stamina. He fucked his teacher hard and fast, but he held out for almost three minutes before he shot his load. I savored Miss Blythe’s face as she gasped and moaned, shuddering as came on her student’s cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” another guy said, wearing a Letterman’s jacket. He was one of the few guys were jerking off beneath their desks while some of the girls rubbed their hands between their thighs. “I need someone to suck my cock.”

“Someone suck his cock!” I groaned. “In fact, everyone find someone to fuck!”

A blue-haired chick fell to her knees and greedily sucked the guy’s cock into her mouth. It was like a dam burst and flooded the room with lust. Students began pairing up, seemingly not caring who they were with. Girls were fucking and sucking all over the classroom. A Black girl was bent over a desk and fucked by an Asian guy from behind. A plain-looking redhead lifted her skirt and shoved her pussy into the Black girl’s face. A second girl joined the blue-haired girl sucking on the jocks cock. The third virgin creamed Miss Blythe’s cunt and a tall, lanky Black guy took his place.

“Yes!” Miss Blythe moaned as she was pounded from behind.

I drank in the depravity of the orgy I caused, fucking the Latina slut harder, my balls churning. Two girls made out while a pair of boys jerked off watching them. One girl’s blouse was open and a load of cum splashed on her tits. The other girl bent down, licking cum off her friend’s tits while the other guy shot his load into her hair.

I groaned and creamed my lusty Latina’s cunt. She gasped and squirmed beneath me, gasping as her body shuddered with her orgasm. Her hot cunt massaged all the cum out of my balls. I shuddered and ripped my cock out, grinning at the orgy I caused.

“Take care, slut,” I grinned and smacked her ass.

The first guy to fuck Miss Blythe slipped his cock into the Latina girl’s pussy and pumped away. Maybe he would last longer in his second cunt. I strode to the door. I had a virgin to find and more lust to spread.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

The moment Larry left the store, my pussy clenched. His sexy, Christian wife shuddered as I pulled my fingers out of her snatch. I brought them to my lips, licking them clean and savoring every tasty drop of her spicy cunt.

“I can’t believe I let you do that,” Nellie moaned. “What’s wrong with me? I’m not…into women.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, leaning over and nuzzling at her neck. “I think you’re bi. You want to slip beneath the table and lick my pussy until I cum.”

“Oh, Lord, help me,” Nellie prayed as her body shuddered. She bit her lip, her lusts squirming.

“Just give in to your desires and pleasure Mistress,” Karen smiled. “You’ll love it.”

“Yes,” Violet shuddered. “She’s the best.”

“Do it, “Alison purred. “Be a slut! Stop worrying about sin and morality and just give in to your desires.”

“Your pussy is so hot right now,” I purred. “Just begging for you to experiment.”

Nellie shuddered. “Please, Lord, give me strength.”

I stroked her thigh through her jeans as I licked her ear. “Eat my pussy and make me cum, slut!”

“Lord have mercy.” Nellie slipped beneath the table.

Her hands unsnapped my skinny jeans and pulled them off my hips. I lifted my ass up, my pussy clenching in delight. I itched to use this woman. I wanted to feel her hot tongue running over my cunt until I exploded on her face.

Nellie’s fingers hooked the waistband of my thong. She pulled it down. Her breath was hot on my waxed pussy. Her nervous hands trembled on my thighs as she leaned in. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Yes!” I shuddered as she took her first lick up my pussy’s slit. “Oh, yes! That’s it! Oh, damn!”

Her tongue twirled through my folds. My chair groaned as I shuddered against her tongue. She swirled through my folds, nibbling and sucking. I bucked against her hungry lips. My breasts heaved. I gripped the arms of the chair.

The more she ate me, the more her passions grew. She lost herself to the sin. She embraced her desires as she devoured me. I bucked into her mouth. My toes curled. I pushed up my top so I could squeeze my breasts.

“Let me help you, Mistress,” Alison purred. She leaned over and engulfed one of my nipples, her hard tongue piercing brushing the erect nub.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s it.”

“Is she pleasing you, Mistress?” Violet purred.

“So much. The little Christian wife has a hot tongue! She’s got a taste for hot pussy now!”

Karen laughed. “I know that wonderful moment. Umm, I bet her pussy’s getting hot.” Karen grabbed a trowel, the handle smooth and thick. “I bet she could use more relief.”

“Fuck her cunt,” I grinned as I humped my pussy into Nellie’s hungry tongue. “Make the fucking whore cum!”

Karen knelt behind Nellie and pulled her jeans and plain, white panties down. “I bet this is bigger than your husband,” Karen purred as she stroked the end of the trowel against Nellie’s cunt.

The hot wife moaned as Karen shoved it into her twat. Nellie’s tongue shot deep into my pussy as Karen reamed her cunt. Nellie’s gasps vibrated through my pussy. I humped harder, smearing my hard clit across her lips.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned as I savored the debauchery. “I love breaking in a woman! It’s so hot! I bet you love your first taste of pussy.”

“Lord help me, I do,” Nellie moaned. “Oh, Lord! Why am I so weak?”

“Because you’re a fucking, hot-blooded slut!” I gasped. “Oh, damn! You’ll be wanting sex now from everyone! Your husband won’t be enough!”

I shuddered. My orgasm burst through me. Hot waves of bliss crashed through my body. Nellie feasted on my juices as I screamed out my pleasure. Alison sucked harder on my nipples, adding spice to my feast.

“Make her cum, Karen!” I gasped as a second orgasm rippled through me. Nellie drank my juices down as she moaned, her hips rocking back into the trowel. “Fuck! She’s earned it!”

Karen reamed the trowel in and out faster as Nellie’s moans and her hot tongue drove me to a third, shuddering orgasm. My cries filled the flower shop. My body convulsed as the pleasure rocked through me.

“Lord, yes!” Nellie gasped as she came on the trowel. “Oh, yes! That’s it! That’s so…so fucking wonderful!”

Her tongue licked through my pussy as she mewled in delight.

I had corrupted her.

“Umm, I can’t wait until I pick up my flowers,” I panted. “Maybe I’ll let your husband join in the fun.”

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons – Fife, WA

I trembled as I pulled up to the Church of the Bull Calf. The church occupied one corner of a large, aluminum-sided warehouse. It had black-tinted windows and a golden calf painted on the front. I had driven past three times looking for any signs of surveillance.

I hadn’t seen any.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. I had the money in my briefcase. I chewed on my lips as I stared at the door. My exhaustion vanished as my heart raced. I was too keyed up to feel it. I hadn’t slept a wink in twenty-four hours.

It was time to find out just what was going on. If this was a trap, then I was fucked. But I had to gamble to save my Desiree and get revenge on that bastard who defiled her. With the cult’s help, I would see Mark Glassner dead.

I opened my car door and climbed out. I walked towards the door. My short, bald reflection glinted in the near-black glass. I seized the door and yanked it open, stepping across the threshold. It looked like any poor church I had seen, thin carpet over concrete and cheap folding chairs facing an altar. Only this altar was different. It was adorned with golden calves and looked big enough to stretch out a man across it.

Do they sacrifice people? No, that never really happened in the real world. That was only in movies and corny TV shows.

“Welcome, Brandon,” a voice boomed. A man swept out of the shadows at the back dressed in black. He was tall, his hair swept back. He had an intimidating vibe about him, almost otherworldly, like he wasn’t human.

It was a little corny.

“Welcome to the temple of Marduk,” he grinned. “I am Xavier, High Priest of Marduk.”

“Yeah, hi,” I nodded. “I have the money. Let’s get down to it.”

Xavier smiled. It was oily, like a used car salesmen. He took the briefcase from me. “Your money is most welcome.”

“So, you’ll do it. To Mark,” I said, fearing to say the word ‘murder.’ What if this was a setup? Probably not. What cop would go with this angle. Xavier had to be on the level. My stomach twisted. I wanted to run. I wanted to throw-up. I wanted Mark Glassner dead.

“Kill Mark Glassner?”

“Yes!” My heart beat in my throat.

“We won’t kill him. You will.”

My heart seized. “What? If I could kill him myself, I would! I’m not a sharpshooter. I can’t get close enough to him without him seeming me and controlling me again! That’s why I put out the fucking ad!”

“Let me rephrase. Your Pact will kill him,” Xavier explained. “When you swear to Marduk and make your wish, he shall grant you anything you desire. Including Mark Glassner’s death.”

My heart froze. “I would have to become a Warlock?”

“That is one word for it,” Xavier explained.

“Are you one?”

Xavier shook his head. “Unlike Lucifer, my God is more selective. He doesn’t see the point in exposing his agents to the Sisters of Mary Magdalene without purpose.”

“Those fucking nuns failed against Mark.”

“Mark has power. His consort is also a Warlock, and he has the demon Lilith at his beck and call. The nun’s are outmatched. The Archangel Gabriel scrambles to defeat Lucifer with his dwindling nuns. Marduk can kill Mark. He can succeed where the nuns have failed. He has power. Just swear to be his.”

“And the nun’s will come for me?”

“You shall have power to stop them.” Xavier stepped forward. “Only one nun is left in North America. A change is coming to this world. You can be at the forefront. Riches and honors shall be yours. Power. Women. Whatever you desire.”

I swallowed. “So, what, I need to sell my soul to your boss? What does that take?”

Xavier snapped his finger.

Two men in black robes strode out of the back room. They were straight out of some shitty horror movie about a crazy, demonic cult. I tried not to laugh until I realized they dragged a young woman between them. She was thin, her clothes dirty, like she was homeless. She sobbed and screamed as she struggled.

“You’re going to sacrifice her?” I laughed, half-joking, half-afraid.

“You are, Mr. Fitzsimmons. When you plunge the knife into her chest and pluck out her heart as an offering to Marduk, he shall rise and grant you what you wish. Including Mark Glassner’s death.”

I flinched. “I…I…”

Xavier nodded. “I understand. You must think about it. It’s an important decision to make. Life-changing.” The man’s smile was oily as he savored his terrible joke. “The ritual must wait until midnight.” He pointed to the door. “My God already knows your decision. I know you shall return.”

“Yeah, I will,” I lied, my heart hammering in fear. I had to get out of here.

I backed away. They didn’t stop me. I reached the door and burst outside, racing to my car. No one followed. I jumped in and started up my vehicle. The tires peeled as I raced out of there. I grabbed my phone and started to call 911.

I froze. Mark would learn about me if I did that.

They were going to kill her.

To stop Mark.

My stomach twisted. The thought wormed into the back of my mind. Just how far would I go to stop Mark? She was just a woman. Probably some slut they found on the street. I shook my head and kept driving to my safe house. I wasn’t a murderer. I wouldn’t kill a girl to get revenge on Mark and save Desiree.

I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t.

Right?

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Tacoma, WA

I was seething with frustrated anger when Agent Hatheway finally released me from the interrogation room. I wanted to strangle the OPR bitch. It was already past noon. The chance to capture the client of the cult had passed. My Master was in danger.

I reached my computer and logged into the system. I checked the surveillance feeds and downloaded the latest copies from the cult’s surveillance. There was a small crew watching the Marduk church, but it wasn’t full coverage. Something could have slipped past them.

My stomach clenched as I watched the footage, taken from nearly a mile away. At 11:51 AM the screen went to static. My eyes widened. “No!” I hissed. The footage was corrupted until 12:12 PM. Whomever had met with the cult had come and gone. “Fuck!”

“Noel,” the SAC said, walking up.

“Sir?” I asked, fighting to control my anger.

“You’re relieved for the day. You’ve been through a lot.”

“I’m fine, sir,” I told him.

He shook his head. “Come back in on Monday.” I saw it in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he could trust me.

“But there’s work that needs to be done.”

“You’re off for the day,” he said, his voice growing harder. “You may not come back. It all depends on Agent Hatheway’s assessment.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, standing up and grabbing my coat.

I had to find a way to protect Master.

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Felicity Rye – South Hill, WA

“Mark Glassner’s here,” Maya Spooner said as she sat down next to me. “You would not believe the things he’s doing. So bad.” A shudder ran through Maya, her cheeks blushing.

“The terrorist?” My eyes widened. I tugged at my black hair in a long, French braid. It always made me feel better. “Oh, my god, why aren’t they evacuating the campus?”

“Relax,” Maya said. “He’s just having fun. He had a little orgy in the bathroom. Oh, my gosh, it was hot!”

Maya was a weird girl. She dressed so conservatively and spoke like a nun, using euphemism for everything, but she was always asking me over so she could eat my pussy and make me cum. “Oh, you will fricking scream out bloody heck when I make you cum,” she had once told me. “Just let me eat you out, Felicity.”

“What?” My virgin pussy clenched. I was so scared about sex. I wanted to experience it, but the way Maya acted—so slutty, like she would do anything—frightened me. She fucked boys and girls. Despite her conservative appearance, she was a slut. I didn’t want to end up like her.

“When I walked into the bathroom, Hikaru was licking Fernie’s pussy.”

I glanced at Hikaru sitting at the front of the class. I couldn’t imagine the prim and proper exchange student doing anything that naughty.

“Really?”

“Yep. And Petrina, Fernie’s friend, was on her hands and knees licking up a puddle of her pee while Mark took her from behind. Oh, my gosh, it was so fricking hot.” Maya shuddered. “And then Mark suggested I pee in Petrina’s mouth. It seemed like such a good idea. I came so fricking hard.”

My cheeks burned. “You…peed in her mouth.”

“Watersports are so hot,” Maya nodded. “Me and my cousin used to do it.”

I squirmed, my pussy itching even as I was disgusted by her behavior. This is why I was still a virgin. I was scared I would be like Maya. I tried to force out the depraved imagine of her peeing in Petrina’s lips, but it just wouldn’t go away.

Mr. Bertram walked in. I tried to focus. Why would the college let Mark wander around? He was dangerous, right? The news yesterday had reported he wasn’t a terrorist, but everyone knew he started orgies at the Buy Best and the South Hill Mall. And now he was here at my school. I had finals to study for.

I jumped when the classroom door opened. A man stepped in, dark hair and blue eyes. Mark Glassner. I gasped in shock. A nametag was on his shirt that read, “Mark Glassner, Pussy Scout.”

It was so bold and such an inappropriate nametag. Who was this man?

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” old Mr. Bertram snapped.

“Shut up,” Mark ordered. His voice was commanding. Our teacher obeyed. “And sit down. I’m Mark Glassner and everything I do is right.”

I blinked, nodding my head as he strode through the class. He had every right to do what he wanted.

“Now, would all the virgins stand up.”

My cheeks burned and I leaped to my feet before I could stop and think.

I was the only one. Everyone looked at me. “Really?” I asked, looking around.

“I guess you’re it,” Mark said. His grin was boyish and hungry all at the same time. “Do you have an intact hymen?”

“Yes,” I blushed. Why did I have to answer these questions?

“So, what’s your name?”

“Felicity Rye.”

“Felicity. Cute.” Mark reached out and unsnapped my jeans. My pussy clenched as the zipper rasped down. I took a deep breath, wishing we were alone. I didn’t want everyone to watch…whatever Mark was about to do to me.

“Cute panties,” he said, his fingers playing with the waistband of my underwear.

“Thank you.” I glanced at his nametag. “Are you going to…down there?”

“Inspect your pussy?” he grinned. “Yes, I am.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “But does everyone have to watch?”

“Yep. Relax. You’ll love it.”

The nervousness melted out of me. His words were so relaxing, like they just reached inside me and banished my fear. His hand pushed into my panties. I parted my thighs, letting him have easier access as he invaded my underwear. His fingers slipped through my silky pubic hair before he brushed the folds of my pussy.

I moaned. A man was touching my pussy.

His fingers were gentle as he probed my cunt, nudging the thin membrane of my hymen. I shuddered. Was my cherry about to be popped? In front of everyone? I shifted my hips, my pussy growing hotter.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, Felicity,” Mark grinned as he ripped his hand out of my panties. “Meet me in front of the main office after your classes. I’m taking you to my house where you’ll get your cherry popped.”

“I…oh, okay,” I stammered, my face on fire.

Mark licked his sticky fingers as he walked to the classroom’s door. “You can talk again, professor,” he barked before he walked out.

In a daze, I buttoned up my jeans and sat back down. “Did that just happen?” I asked.

Maya nodded. “Isn’t he awesome?” she sighed.

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