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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) — Alice — Sandy (Mark’s Mother) — Sean (Mary’s Father) — Shannon (Mary’s Older Sister) — Missy (Mary’s Younger Sister) — George (Shannon’s Boyfriend), Damien (Missy’s Boyfriend), Xavier (High Priest of Marduk)

Chapter One

The Tyrants’ depravities knew no limits. Even their own family members were not safe from their lusts.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Friday, June 14th, 2013 – Mary Sullivan – South Hill, WA

My phone chirped.

“That should be Chantelle,” Mark grinned.

I nodded my head, pulling away from my fiancee’s naked body. Our bedroom smelled of sex. Those two virgins we deflowered, April and Felicity, had been a fun diversion. And thanks to their virginities, and a spell Lilith taught us, Mark and I were immune from STD’s, armored by their purity.

I snatched my phone and pressed my naked body against Mark, sighing as his arm went around my shoulders. I smiled. “It’s from Chantelle.”

Chantelle and her lesbian wife Lana were our wayward sluts. We claimed them last Saturday when Mark took me on this amazing date before he proposed to me. During our drunken celebration atop the Space Needle in Seattle, Mark graciously allowed Chantelle and Lana to enjoy their honeymoon before they had to return to us. I thought that was today, but that night was…fuzzy.

I swiped my screen and read, “’I thought it was next Friday. Master said we could enjoy the rest of our honeymoon and we still have another week left.’ Is that what you told them, Mark?”

“I guess I did,” Mark answered with a shrug, his blue eyes growing unfocused. “Fine, tell them they have to be back by noon next Friday.”

I sent the text and Chantelle immediately responded with a, “Yes, Mistress!”

“Oh, I almost forgot, Alice called me right before you got home,” I said. “So Monday at 3 pm in Seattle we have an appointment with the investment group that owns the empty lot.”

There was a big empty lot behind the cul-de-sac our house was on that was supposed to be a housing development before the recession. I wanted to buy it so we could build a huge mansion there and have lovely grounds and a view of Mount Rainer.

Mark put on a smile. It seemed forced and his body tensed. Did Mark find something wrong with Alice? She was my friend, and lover, so I wanted her and Mark to get along. I stared into his eyes. It was almost like he was jealous. Which was silly. I just made love to Alice, I didn’t love her.

I loved Mark.

“What, didn’t you like Alice?” I asked, biting my lip. “I thought you two hit it off.”

“I…I don’t think she likes me,” Mark said. “She seemed jealous when you were with me.”

I frowned. “Why would she be jealous? You’re my fiance. Are you sure you were just imagining things?”

Mark shrugged, clearly trying to placate me.

“She’s married you know,” I told him. It was sweet that he seemed jealous of her, but it was foolish of him to think Alice was interest in me that way. “I mean, I her husband isn’t giving her any attention, which is why we’ve been getting together. I’m just helping my friend out. There’s nothing between us but friendship and some great sex. She has nothing to be jealous about you.”

And neither do you.

“Maybe it was my imagination,” Mark said. He played with an auburn lock of my hair, a boyish smile crossing his lips. I knew that smile, he was in the mood to make love. I didn’t fight as he pulled my face to his and kissed me.

I hadn’t been fucked by a man all day, only a sissy cop that I made eat my pussy.

“Mmm,” I purred when he broke it.

“I love you, my beautiful filly,” he whispered. “Your smile is just begging to be kissed.”

I licked my lips and arched an eyebrow.

Mark took my invitation. He kissed me hard, and I moaned into his lips, my tongue slipping into his mouth. His cock hardened against my side. I shuddered as his hand slid up from my belly to my perky breast. My nipple hardened as his finger played with it, shooting delights down to my wet pussy.

Mark broke the kiss. “I realized I haven’t made love to my beautiful fiancee, today.”

“Ohh, maybe you should fix that,” I panted. “She’s still a little angry about having to run errands for our wedding while you were off having fun.” Mark spent the day fucking around at a local college to find our virgins while I did all the hard work organizing our upcoming nuptials.

Mark kissed down my neck to my breasts. I moaned as he sucked my nipple into my mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, sucking on my other nipple. “Am I making it better?”

“Maybe,” I grinned, squeezing my thighs together. “If you go lower.”

“Naughty filly.”

“Always,” I moaned, my pussy on fire. “You showed me how much fun it is.”

Mark kissed down my flat stomach, pausing to tongue my bellybutton. I giggled and squirmed as his tongue swirled through my ticklish divot. My thighs spasmed and and my breasts bounced as I squirmed. Mark grinned at me. He delighted in teasing me.

“Go lower,” I moaned, pushing on his head, my fingers running through his dark hair. “Your naughty filly needs to have her pussy eaten by her horny stallion.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“So delicious,” I panted as he kissed lower.

Mark reached my pubic hair waxed into a fiery heart. He rubbed his cheek into the silky fibers as his hands pushed my thighs about. My sweet, spicy arousal filled the air as I squirmed, my pussy clenching in anticipation.

Mark moved lower. I shuddered as he licked up my wet slit.

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, “I think I’m starting to forgive you.”

Mark’s tongue swiped through my pussy a second time, dipping between my silky holes. He sucked my labia into his mouth, his tongue exploring my sensitize lips. I loved how hungry he was for my pussy.

“Tasty,” he groaned as he spread my labia open. I shuddered as he ran a finger through my pink folds before he buried his tongue into my depths. My thighs tightened on his face as his tongue wiggled into my pussy hole. My right hand gripped his short hair, pulling him tight into my cunt as he devoured me.

“Mmm, yes, eat me!” I moaned. “Oh, god, I love you, my randy stallion! Suck my clit! Oh, please! Make me cum!”

Mark sucked my clit into his hungry mouth. His finger replaced his tongue, slowly sliding in and out of my wet pussy. My pussy walls eagerly sucked at Mark’s finger. My toes curled when he added a second one, pumping faster, stirring up all the delights in the depths of my cunt.

My hips writhed in pleasure and my moans filled our bedroom. Mark played with my hard pearl with his tongue. Every flick of his tongue on my clit caused my hips to twist in pleasure. Mark’s fingers curled in my cunt, sliding around the top of my pussy walls as he searched for my G-spot.

He found it.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re forgiven!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded through me. His finger attacked my G-spot, the bundle of nerves shooting bliss through my body. “You’re forgiven! Just keep doing that! Oh, fuck, yes, you’re making me cum! Yes, yes, you fucking stud!”

My fingers clenched in his hair, keeping his lips glued to my cunt as the orgasm burned inside my pussy. I shuddered and spasmed, savoring every wonderful lick and suck that churned more waves of hot bliss through my body.

Mark’s kisses became lighter as he let me come down from my orgasm. I shivered as I squeezed my thighs against his rough cheeks. My breasts heaved as Mark turned his lips to kiss and nuzzle at my inner thighs.

I sat up on my elbows, my breasts heaving, and moaned, “I want my stallion in me. I need that big cock filling me up. I haven’t had a dick in me all day. My poor, little cunny is all sad and lonely.” I glanced at the clock. We had time before my family arrived for dinner tonight. “We have over an hour before we need to get ready, and I want your cock in me the whole time.”

Mark flashed his boyish grin at me and crawled up my body. “Your horny stallion’s more than happy to feed your naughty, little cunt all the cock it needs.” Mark reached under and squeezed my ass. “And your hungry asshole, too.”

I was the luckiest woman in the world.

* * *

Sister Theodora Mariam – Miami, FL

“Theodora, I just heard about this great bar,” Antsy giggled to me as she burst into our hotel room.

Antsy wasn’t her real name, it was a shorten form of Samantha. Her father called her that because she could never sit still. “Dad always said, ‘The girl’s got ants in her pants.’ And that’s how I got the nickname,” Antsy would explain to everybody she met.

I sighed in relief. I hadn’t seen Antsy since last night when we went out clubbing. While I had allowed myself to get distracted by a sexy, Cuban stud and get fucked hard in the bathroom, Antsy had left with someone else. It ruined my plan to have a threesome with the girl so I could seduce her and cast the Prayer of Avvah.

I needed to sleep with Antsy to defeat her brother, Mark Glassner. But she wasn’t in to girls.

“Oh, what bar?” I asked.

“A great one,” she answered, her breasts bouncing in her florescent pink bikini that revealed all of her youthful charms. The girl had a nice pair of tits and a great ass. Her body glistened with tanning oils and was starting to turn a rich brown. She hadn’t left with that bikini on, so someone had bought it for her. “Keith told me all about it.”

“Keith?” I asked. “Is he the guy that bought you the bikini?”

“Yep, “she giggled. “Oh, he was a stud. We went back to his motel room and fucked half the night away. He was amazing.”

“What’s so great about this bar?” I asked.

“They have this amazing, flaming drink,” Antsy giggled, throwing her arms wide. “At least that’s what Keith said. Do you want to come with me? Keith said he’d be there and I bet we could find a guy for you.”

I nodded. This was the perfect opportunity to get a threesome with her. I needed to perform the Prayer of Avvah on the girl and make her a trap for her brother. Once Mark was exorcised, I could rescue Sister Louise from him. I didn’t know what happened to my mentor and lover. I hoped she still lived. Sister Louise was tough, but she had no idea that there was a second warlock, Mark’s lover named Mary, and the demoness Lilith. The demoness was what made my job more difficult. She would teach Mark how to spot a nun.

And that’s where Antsy would come in. According to the Angel Ramiel, Mark would need to sleep with his sister as part of some dark spell. When Mark sleeps with Antsy, the Prayer of Avvah would make the pair obsessed with each other and destroy Mark’s relationship with his lover. Once the two Warlocks were separated, they would be much easier to handle. Then I would rescue Sister Louise and defeat both.

“I’d love to come to the bar with you,” I replied. “Maybe we could find a guy and take him back here and fuck him together.”

“What, like a threesome?” Antsy asked, her cheeks glowing red.

“Sure, they can be a lot of fun,” I purred as sexily as possible.

Antsy frowned. “I guess that could be interesting. I’ve never been with a woman before, I’m not sure…”

“Oh, girl, don’t worry, we’ll be with a guy,” I lied. “It’s not like we’re going to fool around with each other.”

“Oh, okay,” she brightened. “I guess it could be fun. Besides, imagine the look on any guy’s face when he finds out he gets to fuck two beautiful women.”

I laughed with her. Once Antsy was drunk and horny in bed with a guy, she wouldn’t care what I did to her. She would be putty in my hands. “Let me change and we’ll head out.”

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Officer Chasity Vinter – South Hill, WA

I was dressed in my regular police uniform for the first time since Monday afternoon when I pulled Master over for speeding. I was so happy I had done that. I belonged to the most powerful and wonderful man and woman in the world. It was weird to be so dressed, instead of naked or wearing my skimpy, slutty cop costume.

“Let’s go protect Master,” Noel said as I holstered my handgun.

I nodded my head. Noel was an exciting addition to the sluts. She was an FBI Agent with sandy-blonde hair kept up in a tight bun. She was so sexy when she let her hair down. Thanks to Noel’s connection in the FBI, she learned that this terrible cult in the city of Fife plotted to assassinate Master.

Neither of us would let that happen.

“Right,” I nodded and followed Noel out of the house. I was liking her a lot. We had shared a bed last night, and she was was exciting to make love to. Unlike the other sluts, she understood that there were real dangers out there to Master and we were the only ones that could protect him.

We walked downstairs. Desiree busied in the kitchen, getting the dinner ready. Tonight, Mistress’s family was coming over. I was sad to miss out, though only a few of the sluts were chosen to stay in the house. If we didn’t leave, we would have just been sent next door with them.

Well, protecting Master was more important than Mistress’s family coming over.

Mistress had commanded Noel and me to do whatever it took to stop the plot. And we would.

“We’ll meet Chief Simmons at the Fife Police Department,” I told Noel as we walked out to my Puyallup Police Department cruiser. Technically, I still worked for the Puyallup Police Department on permanent assignment to protect Master and Mistress. “He’ll have his men ready to raid the cult.”

Thanks to Master’s foresight, he attended the last Law Enforcement Support Agency meeting. LESA was the inter-agency organization that pooled resources between all the police departments of Pierce County. There, Master had put under his control all the local chief of polices, including Chief Simmons of the Fife Police Department.

Master was so smart to think ahead.

“Good,” Noel smiled as I started up my cruiser. “I want to know who wants Master dead and why stake this cult has in it.”

“So do I,” I growled as I turned on the lights and sirens.

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Doug Allard

Someone was out to kill Mark.

It was stunning to learn. I blinked again and listened to the digital recording of the conversation between Noel and Chasity I had just heard. There was nothing ambivalent about this face. There was a cult in Fife hired to kill Mark. From their conversation, it was clear I had missed out a lot that happened today.

The last day, I had grown bored watching Mark and was disgusted by the constant sex in the house. He demeaned those women. It was easier not to pay attention when they were fucking, and that was almost all the time. Even now, Mark and Mary fucked in their bedroom.

I checked back through the surveillance recordings for the last twelve hours and found the first phone call Noel had received in the middle of the night. I kept looking through the recordings, gathering all the data I had and compiled it to send to Brandon.

“Damn,” I whispered after I hit send on the email.

It was sad that this plot looked like it was about to be stopped by Noel and Chasity. Mark was so powerful. He scared me. That was why I had been parked in this house since Tuesday morning and tracking Mark’s movements since last Thursday on behalf of Brandon Fitzsimmons, the owner of the house Mark stayed in. Mark had not only taken Brandon’s house but had turned Brandon’s wife, Desiree, into a sex slave. Mark called them “sluts.”

Mark’s mind control powers disgusted and terrified me.

I wasn’t sure there was anything Brandon could do with the information about the plot, but maybe he’d figure something out. Just to be sure, I also sent a text to his burner phone to make doubly sure he learned about it.

“What else have I missed?” I muttered.

I needed to go through everything again. I rubbed at my bleary eyes.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

My sweaty hands tripped the car’s steering wheel. My stomach twisted. Tonight, Mark Glassner would die. I just had to sacrifice a woman and make a pact with the demon Marduk. Then this would all be over. I would have my wife, Desiree, back and Mark would suffer in Hell for what he did to me.

He stole my wife. My home. He had to die.

I just had to kill a young woman to do it. She was probably a whore, some piece of filth Xavier and his cultist had plucked out of the street. No one would miss her. I kept telling myself that as I drove out of Buckley towards Fife.

My phone buzzed. Doug had sent me a text. I didn’t care. His surveillance wasn’t important any longer. Once Mark was dead, the threat he posed was gone, and I could stop spending a fortune on paying the PI for twenty-four hours surveillance.

I squeezed my hands on the steering wheel. I tried not to think about the fear on the girl’s face. She had to die. It was the only way to stop Mark. The bastard was a true threat to the world. What would happen if he ever was serious about trying to control people? What if he started broadcasting his commands? The world could quickly fall under his powers.

Killing him was for the greater good. The death of one whore was a small price to pay for that.

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Lucifer – The Abyss

Marduk snorted as I summoned Brandon’s fate. The thread of his pathetic life appeared before us, a silver strand connected to others, the lives of the mortals forming a complicated web. I followed Brandon thread to where it turned black. In a short amount of time, he would be a Thrall of Mark again, under Mark’s complete control.

I grimaced and my aura of light pulsed. Brandon was perfect for my task, and Marduk’s meddling had ruined that.

“See. Mark dies and all your plans fail, Lucifer,” laughed Marduk. He was in his favorite form—a bronzed man with the head of a bull.

“If Mark dies, then why will Brandon be his thrall in a few hours?” I demanded, my glowing light flickering as I struggled to control my rage. Decades of plotting were about to be ruined by Marduk’s stupid meddling. “Look.”

Marduk moved closer to the tapestry. I was the only demon that could summon the weaving of a mortal’s life and see the fate of all the vermin spread out before me. I was the only archangel in Hell. Marduk peered at the tapestry, examining the present and then looking towards the probable future.

“Hmm, that isn’t what I expected,” Marduk admitted. “What did I miss?”

I stabbed at two black threads that violently intersected with Brandon’s in a few hours. “Mark’s Thralls, Chasity and Noel. Here they lead police officers to raid your cult and capture everyone, including Brandon. They then bring Mark into it and they are all made Thralls. There ends both our plans.”

Marduk ringing laugh echoed out his hollow snout. “I guess we’ll have to call it a draw, Lucifer.”

My radiance flared. This ignorant, bull-headed demon had no idea the scope of my plans or how he would benefit from them. Brandon was the perfect tool. I had spent effort manipulating events to transform Brandon into a lever. And now he was broken by Marduk’s childish, small-minded rivalry.

“We have to find a way to stop this.”

“Why?” snorted Marduk.

I seized his horn, pulled him to the tapestry, and showed him the future I had envisioned.

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