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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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Within a short time of making their Pacts, the Tyrants had already extended the tendrils of their power into local law enforcement. Few tried to resist the Tyrants, but they were quickly eliminated by the precursor to the Tyrant’s police state. The first to resist were a simple cult in an unimportant city called Fife.

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

Mark Glassner – South Hill

“Hi,” Damien muttered before shrinking back into the couch.

I nodded my head. Mary was still getting ready, and it was growing awkward again with her family after the introductions were finished.

So we all sat down. I plopped down on my favorite recliner. Missy sipped at her wine as she lounged on the couch’s arm beside where Damien sat. Damien put his arm around her waist. Shannon and George sat close together on the couch beside Damien, and Sean sat in the other recliner.

Damien squirmed, trying to hide his erection from everyone while his eyes kept glancing at Missy’s coltish legs and back at the doorway, clearly hoping for another glimpse of Desiree. I glanced at Missy’s sleek legs—they were lovely. I wasn’t the only one that needed some relief. I so wanted to order Missy to suck my cock in front of her boyfriend, father, and sister.

That would be kinky. Mary better hurry getting ready before I lost all control.

“So, uh, poker, that must be exciting,” Sean said, breaking the awkward silence. “I just teach English at a community college.”

“Oh, community colleges can be pretty exciting,” I said, remembering all the fun I had today at Rogers Community College.

That was a mistake to bring up as I remembered all the nubile, young woman I fucked today; I really needed to attend to my hard cock.

Fiona stood at the far end of the table looking so beautiful and sexy in her maid outfit. God, I couldn’t wait until after dinner; I needed to fuck something. I caught her gaze and motioned her to the hallway where the first floor bathroom was.

Fiona obeyed, walking to the hallway and passing Thamina as she entered in with more wine. “Is there anything I can get you Ma-Mister Mark?”

“No, I’m going to check on our dinner with Desiree. She’s an amazing cook. Thamina will get you anything you need.” I stood up. “Excuse me.”

“Oh, good, I’m starving,” Shannon admitted. “I only had a salad for lunch. Got to watch my figure,” she giggled before sipping at her refilled wine glass.

I glanced at her figure, and whatever Shannon was doing, it was working. Mary had a pair of sexy sisters.

“How many staff do you have?” Sean asked, eyeing Thamina. “It seems a little much.”

“Oh, we have enough. Mary wanted tonight to be special. If you’ll excuse me,” I said, desperate to get some relief for my cock.

I disappeared into the dining room and cut through the kitchen. The food smelled delicious.

“Mr. Mark?” Desiree looked curious at me as I walked by.

“Just getting some relief,” I winked.

She nodded her head. “Yes, Fiona did have a sway to her hips. Have fun.”

I winked at her before exiting the kitchen entering into another hallway. This hallway led to the stairs and the first floor bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Fiona waited, a naughty smile on her face. I closed the door and held a finger to my lips.

Fiona’s smile broadened.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” I groaned.

“Is that why you’re hard, Mr. Mark?”

“No. Mary’s sisters are sexy.”

Fiona nodded her head as I bent her over the sink. My cock ached. I needed to fuck her hard. I flipped up her black maid’s skirt and the ruffled petticoats beneath, exposing her freckled ass and the wet slit of her cunt. Her vulva was flushed with desire and her inner lips protruded from the center of her tight slit.

“Yes,” she sighed as I stroked through her pussy lips with my finger. My sluts were always ready to be fucked.

I fished out my throbbing cock and sighed in relief as I rubbed the tip against her silky lips. I found her hole and slowly slid into Fiona’s warm embrace. The slut shuddered and moaned, her head arching.

“Mr. Mark,” she sighed as she shifted her hips, her pussy gripping my cock. “Thank you.”

I grinned. I loved being thanked by my sluts for fucking them. They were such wonderful women. I didn’t love them like I loved Mary, but I cared for all of them, even the wayward pair on their honeymoon.

I slowly fucked Fiona with strong, deep strokes, savoring the delicious feel of her pussy. I didn’t take her hard. We couldn’t be loud. My cock reamed her silken walls, her pussy clenching and relaxing on my shaft as she shifted her hips.

“Mr. Mark,” she gasped as she shuddered.

“Quiet,” I growled, my hips thrusting faster. My balls tightened as they slapped into her flesh. I needed to cum so bad in her hot depths.

Fiona clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan. There was something deeply exciting fucking a woman while a group of people chattered through the thin walls. It was getting noisier in the living room as the wine loosened their nerves.

“That’s it, slut,” I hissed. “No one can know that you’re pleasing me with your tight cunt.”

Fiona shuddered, pushing her hips back.

The bathroom door opened.

“Oh, fuck!” a stunned Missy Sullivan gaped.

Missy stood frozen, not knowing what to do as I fucked Fiona. I didn’t stop thrusting. This was so sexy. Missy’s slim body trembled as hurt and anger replaced the surprise. Her blue eyes stared daggers at me. She drew in a deep breath, about to scream.

Before I could give Missy an order, a hand clamped over her mouth. Mary stood behind Missy, her green eyes locked on me. I grinned at my fiancee. Maybe the fun would start even earlier than we planned.

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Mary Sullivan

Amused anger fluttered through me as I held my hand over my little sister’s mouth. Her lips were wet as she squirmed in my grip. I pressed against her back, holding her tight as my lips nuzzled at her ear.

Beyond her, Mark continued fucking Fiona hard.

“Shhh, Missy, it’s me,” I whispered. “I’m going to let go, so don’t scream. Okay?”

Missy nodded her head. I removed my hand.

“Your fiance’s is…is…with another woman.” Missy’s voice was hoarse. Her body trembled as her eyes seemed rooted to my fiance’s cock pumping in and out of Fiona’s cunt.

“It’s okay, babydoll,” I whispered.

With a gentle push, I maneuvered Missy into the bathroom and closed the door behind us.

“Mark’s a real man,” I continued whispering into my sister’s ear. We were the same height. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed against her back, my nipples so hard. “And a real man takes who he wants when he wants her.”

“But, but,” Missy tried to protest, her thoughts scattered by the situation.

“Go ahead, watch a real man fuck,” I purred, my pussy growing so hot. Missy was so lithe in my arms. “Watch a real man take his pleasure from a naughty little slut who’s going to get her bottom paddled later.”

Was it fair to paddle Fiona for following Mark’s commands when she had no choice? No, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I loved paddling my slut’s asses. I would use any flimsy excuse to bend Fiona, or another slut, over my lap and spank her bottom.

Mark’s strokes grew harder. My horny stallion always loved having an audience. I knew my innocent little sister made quite the enticing audience for him. He was so handsome as he plowed into the slut.

Fiona found the situation hot, too. The little slut moaned into her hand clamped over her mouth. She shuddered, her strawberry-blonde hair, the same shade as Missy’s, flew around her head as she writhed in bliss. Her ass pushed back into Mark’s stoke.

That delicious ass I loved to spank.

“He’s big,” Missy said in awe. “He’s bigger than Damien.”

“Damien’s may be eighteen, but he’s still a boy,” I whispered, “Mark is a wild stallion. A man. Imagine that cock in your pussy, Missy. I bet it would feel better than Damien’s little cock. I bet you’d have a nice cum! You did say you never cum with Damien?”

“No,” Missy answered. “It feels nice, but I never cum.” Missy bit her lip and glanced at me. “You want me to…with your fiance?”

“Would you like that?” I asked, my pussy clenching.

“I…I love Damien,” Missy said. “He loves me and I gave him my virginity. We’re going to get married and have a bunch of kids.”

“Of course you are, babydoll,” I grinned, rocking her in my arms. Her butt felt so nice on my groin. “But fucking and love have nothing to do with each other. Mark loves me, yet he’s fucking Fiona. I love Mark, and yet I fucked other people.”

“Really?” Missy eagerly asked. “Who?”

“Fiona there,” I answered.

“You’ve been with a woman?” Missy gasped. “Wow!”

“He’s going to cum, soon” I whispered. “See his face twist. His balls are ready to cum. When a guy gets that look, there’s no stopping him.”

Mark’s face contorted. His hips buried deep into Fiona’s cunt. His body shuddered. I squeezed my thighs together as my fiance flooded our slut’s cunt with load after load off his thick cum. When he finished, he ripped his cock out, his cum leaking out of Fiona’s pussy and down her thighs.

Missy gasped as she saw all of Mark’s dick.

“That’s a real man’s work there, Missy,” I purred. “Now, don’t go tell anyone about this. It’s our little secret. Okay?”

* * *

Officer Chasity Vinter – Fife, WA

“We’re in position,” Chief Simmons whispered.

“Good,” I nodded, watching from the command post.

Noel was beside me, a pair of night vision binoculars in her hand. The Fife cops had the warehouse surrounded. Lights blazed through glass doors of the office that doubled as their worship area. Through the binoculars, I could see an altar laid out before metal folding chairs.

Based on the cars parked out front, the entire cult had gathered in there. Something was going on tonight. Were they finalizing Master’s assassination?

Either way, we had them. There would be no loose ends once they were in custody. I opened my mouth to give the order to go in.

“We have a civilian car approaching, three blocks out,” a cop reported over the radios. “Now the car has pulled over. Looks like a balding, White male is driving. He pulled over to look at his phone.”

“Someone lost?” Noel asked.

“Hold until the civilian clears the area,” I commanded. Maybe he was a straggler or maybe he was just a lost civilian? My body shivered as the adrenaline hammered through me.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons

My head grew fuzzy as I approached the cult’s warehouse church. I hadn’t slept well in days and had been up for almost thirty-six hours. I blinked, struggling to stay focused. My head nodded, my eyes closing. I had the strangest urge to look at my phone. Three blocks away from the cult’s warehouse, I decided to pull over and check my phone.

I turned the wheel as I slowed, pulling into the driveway that lead to another warehouse complex. I grabbed my phone and looked at it through bleary eyes. Doug had sent me a message. I frowned, debating if I should read it or not.

Was I stalling? Trying to hold off killing the girl? No, I should read the message since I had already pulled over. Besides, it might be important.

I tapped my phone and read the message. My blood chilled. “Chasity and Noel heading to Fife to take down some cult plotting to assassinate Mark. Sending relevant surveillance footage right now. Shame that they’re being stopped. This cult might have solved the problem.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as my heart exploded in panic. I came sharply awake.

I looked up at the dark street. There was a car ahead. Could it be a cop car? My eyes scanned the darkness as my heart beat faster and faster. I shivered, my skin suddenly drenched in clammy sweat. Mark’s law enforcement whores had figured out about the plot.

Did they know about me? Was I fucked?

I threw my phone to the passenger seat. I had to get out of here.

I pulled a U-turn. I wanted to speed away, to just floor the accelerator, but that would be suspicious. I had to stay cool. If there were cops watching me, I couldn’t look suspicious. My entire body trembled and my shirt stuck to my back as I drove back down the road through the warehouse district.

A car passed me. Other people did drive down here. There was nothing suspicious about my car. Please let there be nothing suspicious about my car. I didn’t want to be caught by Mark’s sluts. I didn’t want to be under his power again.

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Agent Noel Heinrich

“The car turned around,” the officer reported. “And we have another civilian car driving down the road towards us.”

“I guess he probably was lost,” I shrugged. “Wait for this other car to pass and then send your men in, Chief.”

The Chief nodded. He would do anything I commanded. I served Mark Glassner, and Chief Simmons had been ordered to obey any who served Master. My stomach twisted. I wanted to end this and stop the threat against Master. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him.

“Car’s clear,” the officer reported over the radio.

“Go, go, go,” Chief Simmons shouted into his radio.

Through my night-vision goggles, I watched as the Fife police rushed forward in the black jumpsuits and body armor. All the entrances to the warehouse had teams rushing towards them. The glass doors at the front were shattered open and the cops barreled in, submachine guns and shotguns ready.

I stood tense next to Chasity, listening at the radio.

“I have a dead body,” reported one cop, his voice crackling.

“Same here. Dead. Looks like one of the cultist.”

“I think we’ve had a mass suicide.”

I frowned and glanced at Chasity. “What?”

“Repeat that,” Chief Simmons ordered.

“Yeah, we have nine hooded men in the main room. They look dead, their bodies contorted like they had seizures. There are spilled glasses of what looks like kool aide. It smells bitter. I’d say cyanide, sir.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. There were nine cult members. If they were all dead, we might never find the identity of the man that hired them.

“I have someone alive. A girl. She was locked in a back room. She looks malnourished. We need an RA to check her out.”

“Is the scene secure?”

“Yeah. It’s secure. We even found their weapon cache untouched. They were ready to make a last stand.”

“Let’s talk to the girl,” Chasity said. “See if she knows anything.”

I nodded my head. The cult was dead, but their employer was still out there.

To be continued…

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