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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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Mark and Mary are leaving on their date, accompanied by a pair of brainwashed cops. More guard the neighborhood. My stomach twists with disgust. Every day, he grows more powerful. How the hell are we stopping him? A single word, and you’re his devoted slave. Sometimes, I think we’re all fucked.

—excerpt from Doug Allard’s surveillance notes, June 15th, 2013

Sister Theodora Mariam – Miami, FL

The Ecstasy fell upon me as I lay on the bed in the hotel room. My prayers had been answered.

An invisible hand reached through the skimpy clothing I wore to touch directly at my breast. I couldn’t see the Archangel Gabriel, but I could feel his hand cupping my round breast. Heat burned through me. I squirmed on the bed and gasped as pleasure flooded me.

The merest touch of the Archangel shot ecstasy through my body. His celestial touch ignited all the nerves throughout my flesh, overloading them with bliss. My eyes fluttered as I groaned on the bed. His lips kissed at my neck as I moaned in delight.

“Yes!”

The more he touched me, the more my senses were overwhelmed by ecstasy. The motel room faded away, along with my guilt for turning Antsy into a trap for her brother. Nothing mattered but the Archangel’s sweet touch. My body thrashed in his embrace.

If I moaned, I couldn’t hear it over the screaming of my heart.

His hands touched me everywhere, sliding through my clothing. He reached through the mattress to stroke my back and clench my ass as I writhed on the bed. His fingers kneaded my ass, prying them apart to play with my asshole.

“Yes, Gabriel!” I shuddered as my first orgasm rocketed through me. My pussy exploded with bliss. The pleasure hammered through my body as he teased my sphincter.

His tongue licked to my ear. You are on the right path, Theodora. Have faith.

“I will,” I moaned as he entered me.

My delicious nun. My slut.

“Yours, Gabriel!”

I was lost to the bliss. I couldn’t even focus on his words any longer. His divine cock was in me. My pussy spasmed about his cock. The pleasure consumed me. Every nerve ending in my body was overwhelmed with bliss.

I had no idea how long he made love to my body. I was lost on the winds of bliss. Passion’s fury tossed me to and fro. My mind melted into bliss. I surrendered to the Archangel’s passion. He held me in his arms as he drove that magnificent cock into me over and over.

When he came in me, my pleasure shot to new heights.

And then he was gone.

I came back to myself. My body buzzed with all my orgasms. A heavy lethargy settled into my body. I opened my eyes and smelled my passion. The air was musty with hot pussy. The bed was wet, soaked by my juices.

The door opened and Antsy stepped in. “Wow. Someone’s been naughty and loving herself.”

“Yeah,” I breathed as I sat up.

“You soaked the bed,” gasped Antsy. “How hard did you cum?”

I couldn’t hide my smile. I always felt wonderful after the Archangel visited me. “So hard I passed out.”

Antsy said in awe, “Damn. I wonder if I’ll have that with…whomever I need to be with.”

“So, none of the guys on the beach cut it, huh?”

She shook her head and then fell back on her bed. “I had a hot romp in the changing room with this Black guy from Jamaica. He had this sexy accent and gorgeous dreads, but I still felt empty after we finished.” She let out a frustrated moan. “This sucks.”

“It’ll be all right,” I told her with a smile. “We’re on the right path.”

“What sort of hippie nonsense is that?” Antsy frowned.

“Just faith.” I closed my eyes. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

“Yeah,” Antsy side. “Maybe after I wake up, I’ll feel normal.”

“Maybe,” I yawned.

I was on the right track. Antsy had to be used to bait the trap. It was the only way to stop Mark.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

I felt alive when I woke up. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was past 2 PM. I had been out for sixteen hours. I sat up and stretched. I had needed it. The stress of the last few days had kept me from getting any sleep.

My stomach growled as I stood up. I decided to shower first. It was a long shower, giving me time to think. I had a close call last night, almost caught with the cult by the FBI. I needed to be smart if I wanted to beat Mark. I had to be more circumspect in my communications. Luckily, it seemed like it was the cult that was bugged by the FBI and not a problem with my web anonymizers.

Mark had no idea I plotted against him. I had to use that.

I dried off and made a simple meal out of a frozen dinner. My little cabin in the woods was stocked with frozen and canned foods. I didn’t know how to cook, so I was surviving off the cheapest crap. I hated it, but it was necessary to defeat Mark and rescue my wife.

Fed, I checked my messages. I had an update from Doug on Desiree, my wife. My eyes widened. She was going on a date? And not with Mark, but one of his little whores. Alison. I had met Alison the night Mark stole my life. She was a barely legal nymphet that could command a room with her youthful sexuality.

My cock throbbed as the image of Desiree and Alison flashed through my mind. I opened up the notes and read. My mouth went dry. Not only was Desiree dating Alison, but she wanted to propose marriage. Doug speculated that might happen tonight at the very restaurant I proposed to Desiree at—the Olympian.

Mark had turned my wife into a dyke.

Anger surged through me. Desiree was mine. She had no right to marry anyone else. I had to do something. I had to stop this date. It was time a rescued my wife. She and Alison would be alone. I could snatch her and bring her back to the cabin. I would have to keep her tied up, but at least that fucking monster wouldn’t be touching her anymore.

I just had to be careful. I needed to plan this through. And go slow. If there was a whiff of trouble, I would have to abort. First, I needed a weapon. I fished out my phone and googled for any local gun shows. You didn’t need to pass a background check at one of those.

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Mary Sullivan – Puyallup, WA

The recruits had to stand at attention while Mark, the sluts, and I gathered at the table to discuss who to keep. We only needed twelve. It was difficult. Some were eliminated out of hand: Mark thought 29 was a bad fuck and I didn’t like how 34 ate my pussy.

“12 grimaced when she tasted my pussy,” Alison reported.

Jessica nodded. “I also tried 12 out and she made such an unpleasant face as she licked my cunt.”

“Then she’s gone,” I decided.

“I disliked 10,” Karen reported. “She had a limp tongue when she ate me out.”

“No good,” Mark grinned. “My filly needs bodyguards that can make her cum hard.”

I smiled at Mark, my hand reaching out to clasp his. He gave me a squeeze.

“I think you should choose 30,” Violet chipped in. “She has an amazing tongue.”

“We are keeping 01,” I added forcefully. That redhead was delicious.

“Well, 22 is a given,” Mark decided. “She did win, and she loved eating my cum out of 20’s ass.”

“Yes, she did, mi Rey,”

“I also want to keep 24.” Mark grinned. “That Turkish slut loves cum.”

“I like 33’s tits,” I said, “and 23’s. She’s got a nice set.”

“And 23’s is a good muff diver,” purred Fiona.

“She’s a keeper then,” I grinned.

“07 has some unsightly stretch marks,” Noel reported. “She’s already had three kids.”

“Both 15 and 16 are amazing snatch eaters,” Willow, our doctor slut, put in. “And did you see the pair of breasts on 16? They’re so lovely.”

It took almost an hour, but we made our selections. I stood beside Mark as he addressed the recruits. “We have made our decision. For those not called, you are free to go. You will never speak about what happened here.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” the woman shouted. The cops had a nervous energy about them. Thank to Mark’s orders, they wanted to please us by being selected.

Mark glanced down at his list and read out those we selected. Two Black cops (18 and 25), one Korean (32), one Thai (30), and one the Turkish cop (24). The reaming seven chosen were White (1, 9, 15, 16, 22, 23, and 34).

Dejected, the other women gathered their clothing, dressed, and headed for their patrol cars.

“You twelve are under the command of Chasity,” Mark shouted at our new bodyguard standing at attention, each beaming with pride for being the best and the sluttiest. “You will obey her as diligently as you obey Mary and myself. Noel is her second-in-command!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” the remaining twelve called out.

“You will be known by your numbers from now on.” Mark paused, letting his command sink in. “You will be split into partners. The only persons you will love more than your partner is Mary and myself. The three of you that are married will be getting divorce papers and you will sign them. You have realized that you never loved your husbands. Those with boyfriends, and 18 with your girlfriend, you have realized they were just people you had fun with, but now you’ve met your true love, your partner.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

I shuddered as Mark’s commands sank it. It was intoxicating playing with people’s lives.

We paired the bodyguards up and assigned them to their crew. Half were in A squad and half in B squad. Each squad was divided into three shifts: days, evenings, and nights. Each squad would be on active duty every other day. At all times, one cop would guard the entrance to the street, the other would watch the house and patrol the neighborhood. On their off-duty day, they would be on standby. If Mark or I needed to go out, one of the standby cops would accompany us.

Uniforms were handed out. We had plenty and all twelve found a slutty cop’s uniform that fit them. There was some variation, but they all had the thigh-high boots, short, navy blue skirts, and revealing blouses. The only part of their old uniforms they kept were their badges and their gunbelts.

“Master, here are the Nextels,” Lillian said. She had them in a small, cardboard box. “I’ve labeled them and everything is all programed and ready to be used.”

“Nextels?” I asked as Lillian handed me one. It looked like an old cellphone, with no touch screen, apps, or internet.

“They work like Push-to-Talk radios, Mistress, but use the cell network,” Lillian smiled. “Push the button on the side, wait for it to chirp, and then talk away.”

“Oh,” I smiled. “That’s useful.”

“Each bodyguard will have one,” Mark added. “Along with Chasity and Noel. And one will be left at the house with a slut monitoring it.”

“You thought of everything,” I smiled at my fiance.

He grinned, then looked down at the papers. “Let’s call some husbands. I’ll make sure they’re happy about being divorced.”

I nodded to Mark and listened as he told three men that their lives would be far different. With Mark’s powers, we would change the world. I closed my eyes and thought about it. Together, we would mold the world into something better.

I would have to work it into the interview we were about to give Jessica. Let everyone know that Mark and I had big plans to make everyone’s lives better.

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Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

“So, that’s all we need?” Mary asked Jessica as the camera light turned off.

Mary and I sat on the couch in our living room. After the tryouts, we came straight home, showered, and dressed for our date. Mary was looking fetching and smelled enchanting, her perfume filling the air.

While we were getting ready, Jessica’s cameraman, Freddy, had arrived. He was the same cameraman with Jessica when I met her few days ago while jogging. Jessica worked as a reporter for KIRO 7 News and had been sent to investigate reports of nude jogging a few days ago. I took the opportunity to make her our slut and keep us appraised of what the media was up to.

“Yeah, Mistress,” Jessica answered. “I’ll edit it together and make your charity seem very, very important. My producer says the story should air Monday night.”

“Good work, Jessica,” I said, kissed her on the lips, and groped her breast through her silk blouse.

Jessica flushed darkly and murmured, “Thank you, Master.”

Mary bent down and kissed her and stroked her face.

Freddy wouldn’t say anything. He was under my order to not speak of anything that goes on with Jessica and us. He just quietly started packing up the gear, his face greasy with sweat. Mary and I left him too it and headed out to my car.

I checked my pocket, I had my keys, my wallet, cell phone, and Nextel. 23 and 24 were waiting at a DuPont Police Cruiser parked before the house. Both were beautiful in their sexy cop outfits, 23’s tits were jiggling as she breathed in her half-open blouse.

“Sir, ma’am!” 24, the Turkish cop, saluted. “23 and I shall be your security for the evening.”

As Mary walked around the car, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was in her sleeveless, purple blouse trimmed in white and jean skirt. The skirt was short, mid-thigh, and hugged her sexy ass. The blouse had a scooped out bodice that showed off her freckled breasts. The locket I bought her, shaped like a heart with a pink rose sculpted on the front, nestled between those beautiful slopes.

“I love you, Mare,” I smiled.

A blush suffused her face. “Oh, you are getting lucky tonight.”

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Desiree Fitzsimmons

“You look scrumptious,” Alison purred when I emerged from the second floor bathroom. I wore the skimpiest dress I owned, my tits almost falling out and my nipples hard against the black fabric. My hair was styled and I wore a flowery perfume.

Alison was dressed far simpler in a pair of tight, low-riding jeans, her red thong encircling her waist, and a too-small t-shirt that molded to her braless breasts. Pink words stretched across her breasts: “Daddy’s little girl.” Only “girl” was crossed out and “slut” was written above it.

I smiled at Alison’s favorite shirt.

“Shall we?” Alison purred, holding out her arm like a guy.

“Yes.” I snatched up my purse. The engagement ring I bought for Alison was inside. I wasn’t sure if I would propose tonight. Part of me wanted Master and Mistress to be there when I bared my heart to mi Sirenita.

I slipped my arm around Alison’s. I loved this girl. I had a decade on her, but that didn’t matter. I was so glad I could stop being a gold digger and express who I truly was. Before Master readjusted my outlook, I was a lesbian.

“I have some naughty plans,” Alison purred as we walked downstairs. “Things we’ll get wild at the restaurant.”

Maybe tonight wasn’t the best night to propose. “I can’t wait, mi Sirenita.”

Alison laughed. I loved her so much. The proposal could wait. It really should be with Master and Mistress present. Tonight would be all about having fun with my naughty, little mermaid. We reached my white Lexus. I climbed into the driver’s seat and watched Master back down the driveway in his Mustang.

I followed Master and his police escort out to Shaw Road. He went left. We went right. I knew we would all have fun tonight.

To be continued…

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