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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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Something has changed. Mark has zero interest in those poor women he’s mind controlled and called sluts. Mary is missing. Things are happening. This may be the chance to take Mark down. I can barely pull away from the surveillance to make a fresh pot of coffee.

—excerpt from Doug Allard’s surveillance notes, June 18th, 2013.

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 – Alice Perry – Tacoma, WA

My cell phone rang, drawing me from sleep.

“Honey,” Dean, my husband groaned. “You’re phone.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, reaching for it. Who was calling this late? The clock said it was almost 1 AM. “Hello,” I answered sleepily. I noticed the caller ID and perked up. “What’s up, Mary?”

“I need you,” Mary sobbed, her voice was slurred. “Please, I’m at the…” Mary’s voice drifted off. Footsteps echoed. What was going on? My heart thudded for my lover.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“Mary,” I whispered to my husband. I didn’t even know why I still slept in his bed. I loved Mary. We would be together just as soon as I convinced her to dump Mark. “She’s having an emergency. I think I need to go.”

“Kay,” he muttered.

“I’m at the Rain City Motel in Seattle,” Mary finally answered. “Room 14, I think. Please come, I need you, Alice.”

“Okay, Mary,” I told her. “I’m on the way.” I rolled out of bed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Mark,” Mary sobbed. “He…he doesn’t want me anymore!”

My heart thudded for joy. Mary and Mark had their falling out. This was my chance. “I’m coming.”

I dressed in a hurry. Dean had already gone back to bed. I didn’t care. I slipped out of the house and into my car. I programmed my phone with the address and stuck it on its holder. I backed out of the driveway and headed to save Mary.

I-5 was almost deserted. Despite the late hour, I was wide awake as I rushed north to Seattle. Euphoria filled me. I loved Mary so much. She was so beautiful and kind. She understood me. Not like my husband, Dean. He just ignored me.

Almost an hour later, I pulled up at the seedy motel. I quickly dashed from my car to room 14, not liking the couple of skinny guys hanging out beneath a street lamp. They looked dirty and high. I rapped hard on the door.

“It’s me, Mary.”

Something thudded into the door. Mary opened it. “Alice,” she slurred, reaching out to grab me and pull me inside. “You came. I’m so happy to see you. You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” I purred.

Even disheveled and clearly drunk, Mary was gorgeous. Her auburn hair fell about her shoulders. Her black dress was torn, exposing her perfect breasts and hard, dusky nipples. She clung to me as I led her to the bed, her mouth sloppily kissing my neck and cheeks.

“Your lips are begging to be kiss,” she slurred. Her breath was thick with alcohol. Mini-bottles littered the floor. The minibar’s door was wide open.

“What happened?” I asked again.

“Fuck, Mark. If he doesn’t want me, I can do better,” she slurred.

“You can,” I nodded. “With me.”

Mary fell back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her skirt sliding up to expose her shaved pussy. On her pudenda, her fiery pubic hair had been shaped into a cute heart. I licked my lips at the sight, shifting my hips in my sweatpants.

“Am I beautiful?” Mary purred

“You are gorgeous,” I answered her. “You are just perfect. Beautiful.”

“I don’t need Mark,” she muttered. “Not when you think I’m beautiful.”

“That’s right,” I beamed as I knelt on the bed, drawn to her pussy. My heart thudded for joy. I would finally have her.

Mary shivered as I licked through her wet pussy. Mary moaned and closed her eyes as I swirled my tongue through her folds. I savored her sweet, spicy musk. I was in heaven. I could lick and tongue her pussy forever. I could never tire of her.

I loved her so much.

“You are delicious,” I moaned between licks.

Mary didn’t answer.

I lifted my head. Her head lolled to the side. Her breasts rose and fell in a steady rhythm. I smiled at her. She was asleep. I crawled up her body and cuddled against her. I stroked her face and kissed her on the lips.

“You get all the sleep you need,” I whispered. “I’ll be here to love you in the morning.”

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I woke up, my head pounding in pain. My mouth tasted of old tire.

My head throbbed. I groaned as I sat up, looking around the room. Where was I? It wasn’t my bedroom at home. It looked more like a cheap motel room. A black haired woman slept next to me. Who was that?

“Alice,” I realized, blinking in surprise.

I struggled to remember last night. I had come to the motel room with a woman named Karmen. At least I think that was her name. That was after…Mark…

My eyes widened. Mark had dumped me at dinner. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. No, I needed to keep from falling apart. He was just reacting to the death of his dad.

I’m sorry, Mary. I just…I just don’t find you pretty. His words echoed in my head. His dad dying doesn’t excuse him for treating me like dirt. I tried to remember more, but the stabbing pain behind my eyes drove away thoughts.

Alice stirred and sat up. “You’re alive.”

“Maybe,” I muttered. I wished I was dead. Mark didn’t love me anymore.

Alice put her arms around my shoulders. “You were so drunk when I got here last night. What happened? I gather Mark hurt you somehow.”

I shook my head; I didn’t want to talk about it.

“C’mon, let’s get you in the shower,” Alice said. “You got some vomit on you.”

I flushed. I dimly remember Alice holding my hair back while I puked in the toilet. “Thank you,” I muttered in embarrassment. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Oh, no problem,” Alice said. “I’ve done it for your sister loads of times.”

In High School, Alice and my older sister Shannon had been good friends. Alice spent a lot of time around the house. She often the older sister that Shannon never was. Shannon was too busy trying to be mom that she didn’t have time to be my older sister.

Last week, when I went to see Alice about buying the property around our houses, it came out that Alice had a torch burning for me ever since she saw me naked when I was younger. We ended up in a motel room, making love all afternoon.

She had become my best friend with benefits.

I stumbled to the bathroom with Alice’s support. She turned on the water. The shower hissed to life and we waited for it to warm up. Alice stuck her hand into the spray, then smiled. We slipped in together.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I moaned.

The warm water felt wonderful on my skin. I held my head under the warm spray and, for a minute, I forgot all about the pain Mark caused me. Alice pressed her naked body against mine. An itch formed in my pussy. I turned to face her. Our breasts brushed each other, our nipples kissed.

I stared into her hazel eyes and saw love there.

She didn’t hate me. She didn’t think I was ugly. What was wrong with Mark?

My heart ached. I wanted to forget. I wanted to be loved right now, and Alice was more than happy to give it to me. She wasn’t Mark, but she was all I had.

I leaned in and kissed her. Alice moaned into my mouth as she pressed me against the shower wall, her tongue fencing with mine. Her hands gently stroked my sides and hips, reaching back to give my plump ass a squeeze.

Mark used to love my ass.

I pushed that thought away as Alice’s lips nibbled down my neck to my breasts. I groaned when she captured my right nipple, sucking gently as her tongue played with the tip of the hard nub. Pleasure tingled through my body.

Mark and all my problems vanished beneath the gentle kisses and caresses of Alice.

Alice nibbled on my nipple before she kissed lower and lower. Her tongue flicking into my bellybutton brought a giggle to my lips. She rubbed her face through the silky heart of fiery pubic hair above my cunt.

“I love this heart,” Alice purred. “So beautiful. Everything is beautiful about you, Mary.”

I beamed at her.

Alice’s hands spread my thighs, and my breathing quickened. Her warm breath washed over my cunt. I gasped as her delightful tongue slid through my tight vulva, sinking momentarily into my wet hole and then grazing my aching clit.

“Oh, eat my pussy,” I panted. “I need it. I need to be loved.”

“Always,” Alice purred. “I’ll always be here for you.”

I gripped the shower bar. My eyes fluttered as her tongue licked through my folds. The warm water splashed down my body. I let myself get lost to the pleasure of her lips. Alice’s tongue caressed my clit, shooting pleasure through me.

Then Alice slipped two fingers inside me. I clenched down on her digits as she probed the sensitive walls of my pussy, stirring pleasure through my cunt. Her tongue caressed my clit, every touch sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body.

“Damn, you’re good,” I groaned, my hand holding tight to the shower bar. “Mmm, keep licking me. Make me cum.”

“I will,” Alice hissed.

Her fingers pumped faster and faster inside of me. My hips undulated and my pussy clenched down on her hungry fingers. I purred in delight as she sucked my clit into her hungry mouth, nipping the sensitive nub and shooting sparks of pleasure through me.

“Yes,” I gasped as my body shuddered. My toes curled in the water swirling down the drain. “I’m so close.”

“Cum on my lips,” gasped Alice as she curled her fingers.

My eyes widened. She found my G-spot. I thrashed, shaking in the shower as my orgasm rushed pleasure through my body. I swayed, only staying upright thanks to my strong grip on the shower bar.

The pleasure reached its peak inside of me. I groaned and savored the rapture.

“I have to eat you,” I moaned, falling to my knees.

Alice giggled and slid up, pressing her smooth vulva into my face. I buried my lips into her pussy, savoring her tangy, sweet musk. Her cunt was smooth silk on my cheeks as I devoured her. Alice grabbed my hair as she ground against me.

“Eat me, Mary,” she gasped. “I love it. You’re are the best. I’m going to cum so hard.”

Her clit was a hard pearl nestled in the beautiful folds of her pussy. I licked and sucked at her pussy, reveling in her musk. She moaned, enjoying my tongue. She desired me. Alice’s hips undulated in pleasure, her hands pulling my face tight into her pussy.

I tongue-fucked her hole, working in and out of her tight depths. I swirled my tongue through her folds, drinking down all of her flavor while her moans echoed through the motel bathroom. Her eyes fluttered and her breasts jiggled as she swayed on my lips.

“So good,” she gasped. “Oh, yes.”

I loved the way her breasts heaved as I tongued her. Alice’s black hair was plastered to her wet body. The water ran down her curves as she shuddered on my tongue. She licked her lips as she ground her pussy on my face.

She was already so close to cumming. I licked up to her clit, wanting to set her off. I sucked her pearl between my lips and nipped it. Alice bucked and gasped, her back arching and her breasts jiggling above my head.

What a great pair of tits.

“Oh, Mary,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. I’m going to…oh, fuck.”

“Cum?” I purred between licks of her clit.

“Yes,” Alice shrieked.

Her tangy pussy juices poured into my mouth, proof that someone found me desirable. I drank them down as she quaked and shuddered. I held her as she trembled, keeping her from falling over in the shower.

“Oh, god that was good,” Alice panted as her orgasm faded.

I smiled as I slid up her body and we shared a hot kiss, our lips sticky with each other’s cunts. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was pressed up against her. We made out, not even breaking our kiss as tears began running down my cheeks. Alice just kept right on kissing me until they stopped, comforting me with her full lips and the press of her body against mine.

Only when the hot water gave out did we break our kiss.

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Alice Perry

“It’s all I could find,” I said with a forced smile, handing Mary the hideous tie-dyed t-shirt. “Trust me, that was the nicest shirt the convenient store had.”

Mary nodded. Her hair was still damp from our shower. I had run out to find her something to wear, since the blouse of her dress was torn. She pulled it on over her dress, hiding her delicious breasts.

Pity.

“I saw a diner up the road,” Alice said. “Let’s gets some breakfast and talk about what happened, okay?”

Mary nodded dully.

It was a short walk up the street. The neighborhood wasn’t nearly as scary in the light of day as it had been when I arrived last night. People bustled down the sidewalks and cars filled the streets. It took a few minutes to walked to the diner.

The morning rush had ended. A mousy waitress, her eyes drinking in Mary with interest, led us to a booth. “What can I get started for you?”

“Coffee,” I decided, grabbing the menu.

Mary half-heartedly flipped through hers. Mark had really hurt her. The bastard.

I reached across and held Mary’s hand, waiting for her to talk.

The waitress bustled back and poured our coffee. “And what will you have?” she purred, her eyes on Mary the entire time. I understood—Mary was the most beautiful woman in the world. “Huh, darling?”

“French toast,” Mary muttered.

“I’ll have the meat skillet,” I smiled; I wasn’t a salad woman.

“Okay.” The waitress gathered up our menus.

Mary stared at our hands. I gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Mark, he…” Mary began to say. She took a deep breath. “There’s another woman.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” What a bastard. I gave her another squeeze.

“He, he became obsessed with her on Sunday,” Mary whispered, her green eyes burning with tears. “I thought it was just his dad dieing. Like, he just needed to work something out of his system. But he…he’s not interested in me anymore.”

“What a pig,” I muttered, unable to hide my anger.

“We were out at dinner last night and…” Tears threatened to overwhelm her. “He said getting married may have been a bad idea. I thought he meant he wanted to delay it. I’m mean its a month away, and he has to deal with his dad dieing and all that crap that goes along with it. I was fine with it but…”

She shuddered like she was remembering his words. Her eyes squeezed closed and a pair of tears ran down her cheeks. I ground my teeth. If I ever saw Mark, I would punch him so hard. He was such an asshole for making this sweet creature sad.

“He said he wasn’t attracted to me anymore,” she sobbed. “He said I wasn’t pretty.”

“Fucker,” I growled, stunned. “He is a pig, but how could he say that? You’re gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

A smile played on Mary’s lips for a moment, and then her grief came crashing back. “I don’t get it. Everything was fine until we met that…other woman.”

“You knew what sort of a guy he was,” I told her, trying to keep it together. Mark was a player. He was all over the news, and many women bragged about how they spread their thighs for the terrorist. “He liked to fuck other women, and he tricked you into thinking it was okay. Then, when he meet a new piece of ass that excited him more, he threw you out like garbage.”

Mary squeezed her eyes shut. The truth hurt, but she needed to hear it.

“I’m mean you were what, dating for a two weeks? He got bored of you, Mary. I’m sure he’s already fucking around on this other woman, and in a week she’ll be the one crying her eyes out. He’s a fucking pig. You’re better off without him.”

“It wasn’t just me, he wasn’t interested in any other woman,” I said. “Just Antsy.”

“Antsy?” I blinked. “What kind of name is that?”

* * *

Mary Sullivan

“It’s a nickname,” I answered absently as I shifted in the seat, the tears trickling down my face. Mark wasn’t interested in any of the beautiful women in the restaurant last night. He didn’t want to fuck the secretary when I made love to her at the Realtor’s office. It wasn’t like him. He was a horny guy. And with his power, he could make any woman want to fuck him.

Until Antsy. What made his sister so special that he would lose his out of control sex drive?

I sipped my coffee and frowned. Something didn’t add up. When I made my Pact with the Devil, one of my wishes was for Mark and me to love each other for eternity. So how could Mark not love me? My other wishes worked.

Karmen was proof of that. She couldn’t help but want to please me sexually. So why wasn’t my love wish working?

A realization hit me. I gasped, my eyes opening.

Mark never said he didn’t love me, just that he didn’t find me attractive. Ever since he slept with Antsy, he had been weird. Hope bloomed inside me again. Was I crazy? Did Mark fall under some sort of spell?

I tried to calm down and control my hope. I needed to think things threw.

Antsy was out of town all week, and who knows what she was up to in Miami or who she could have met. A nun? Another demon? The man who tried to hire a cult to kill Mark? I needed to speak with Antsy and see if my powers worked on her.

“You need someone that loves you,” Alice said, biting her lip. “That doesn’t love anyone else.”

I nodded, barely paying attention. There was definitely something going on. If I hadn’t been hurting from Mark’s rejection, I would have spotted it sooner.

“I-I love you, Mary.”

“What I need is Mark,” I told her, not really registering her last words. A hurt expression crossed her face, and I frowned, what had she said? Something about love? “Please, I may be crazy, but I have to try. Can you please give me a ride home? I love him, Alice.”

“Fine,” Alice snapped waspishly, then she sighed. “I think you’re being an idiot, but I’ll be there for you when he breaks your heart all over again and put you back together.”

Was I just being a delusional idiot? Maybe. But I had to try.

“Thank you,” I told her with a smile.

I threw a hundred on the table and stood up.

“What about breakfast?” Alice blinked.

“Can’t eat. I need to find out if I’m right.” I paused. “But if you need to eat…”

“No. Let’s go.”

I was on pins and needles the entire ride, my stomach seemed to be up in my throat. Hope and fear whirled inside me. Alice tried to talk to me, to distract me, but I was too preoccupied with keeping a lid on the turmoil inside me to do more than grunt a yes or no. Alice eventually stopped trying.

Mark was under a spell, he just had to be.

An hour and a half later—traffic was terrible—Alice pulled up to the entrance of Mountain View Court. Alice blinked at the cop blocking the entrance of the cul-de-sac with her car. “What is going on?”

“Don’t worry,” I told her as the bodyguard, 16, approached.

Alice rolled down the window and 16 peered in. A smile crossed her face. “Oh, ma’am, you’re back,” 16 beamed. “Everyone was worried when you tore off in that Ferrari last night. 15 and I didn’t know what to do, and then Master came out right after you. He stopped that guy from calling the police on you and told us not to follow.”

“It’s okay,” I told her while Alice just started flabbergasted at the woman dressed like a slutty cop, standing next to a Lakewood Police Department patrol car. “Where is Mark?”

“He’s at the house,” 16 said, “with…with Mistress.”

That hurt. “Antsy?”

She nodded. “Yeah, Master said she was our new Mistress last night.”

“Did he say I wasn’t also your Mistress?”

Stupid question, she was treating me like her mistress. “No, ma’am. Everyone’s concerned. Master…he’s ignoring all the sluts.”

“Thank you, 16,” I said. I glanced at Alice. “Just…just don’t worry about the bodyguard, okay.”

“Fine,” Alice said, frowning as she drove me down the street to our house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I could tell she wanted answers.

“I’ll call you and let you know what happens, okay,” I promised Alice as she pulled up at my house.

“Don’t do this,” Alice pleaded. “You are stronger than this. Don’t go crawling back to a man that threw you out for another woman. Please, I can love you better than him.”

I smiled at her. I needed Mark, not a woman, even if that woman was my friend Alice. “Thank you for being such a great friend.” I gave her a hug and a kiss before I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door.

I entered with confidence.

“Mistress,” Violet gasped happily when she saw me. The nubile, barely legal slut threw her arms around my neck, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders.

“Hi, Violet,” I smiled, hugging her back.

Other sluts started appearing. Alison and Desiree, newly engaged, were holding hands and smiling when they saw me. Lillian, our goth slut who looked like a perverts wet dream in her sexy schoolgirl outfit, came up and kissed me on the lips. Korina, her arm in a sling, hugged me carefully. All of our sluts were here, save the three with jobs: Noel, our FBI informant, Jessica, our reporter, and Dr. Willow, our Gynecologist.

“What’s going on, Mistress?” Thamina asked timidly. “Master ignored us when he got home last night. He just took his sister upstairs. They’ve been in there all night fucking. And Master said Antsy is our Mistress, too.”

I nodded. “Everyone stay down here, I’m going to have a word with Mark and Antsy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alison said. She licked her lips. I had never seen her nervous before.

“He’ll love us again, right?” Violet asked. “He won’t make us leave.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I declared as I marched upstairs.

The sluts waited nervously at the base of the stairs. Busty Xiu had her arm protectively around injured Korina. Violet clung to Lillian. Strawberry-blonde Fiona hugged herself while Karen paced back and forth.

The sluts could sense something was wrong with Mark. It wasn’t just my imagination or false hope. Something happened to him.

Mark’s grunts and Antsy’s moans echoed down the hall as I marched to the bedroom. It was like yesterday all over again. But this time I was prepared. I threw open the door. They were fucking doggy-style. Antsy had dried cum all over her body, more dripped out of her cunt every time Mark’s cock fucked into her.

“Mary,” Mark blinked in surprise, stopping in mid-thrust. “I thought you dumped me.”

Anger boiled inside of me, I dumped him? But I swallowed my feelings. Something wasn’t right here, and I needed to find out what. As Mark began fucking Antsy again, I could make out the faint outline of their auras. Mark’s was red and Antsy’s was black.

Nothing strange there.

I concentrated, and their auras sprang into full view, pulsing about them. Antsy’s wasn’t completely black, there were fringes of silver on the edges.

From my talks with Karen, the former nun, how long a Thrall stayed a Thrall depends on the command. The sluts had their entire personalities rewritten by Mark when he made them his sex slaves. But for people like Antsy,who have had just a few commands, like “Let me fuck you,” Slowly, their auras would fade back to silver.

I walked to the bed and and stroked Antsy’s arm. “Would you like to lick my cunt, Antsy?” I asked as sultry as I could muster. “That would make me ever so happy.”

Antsy snorted, “I’m not dyke,”

She pulled her arm away. My wish didn’t work on her.

According to Lilith, the only person a Warlock couldn’t affect was one of their parents. For a man, it was their mothers. For me, and other female Warlocks, it was our fathers. There was definitely something wrong.

So, I touched them both and observed the strings and chains that radiated out from their souls. Mark’s red thread wound loosely about Antsy’s black chain, connecting the pair of them. A thin, golden chain bound their threads together.

I blinked. I hadn’t seen gold before; what did that represent?

From Mark, leading to my chest, was our red threads. Before they had been entwined so tightly together that they were practically one thread. But now there were small, golden wedges forcing our connection apart. Our threads still touched, but less than half of Mark’s thread still touched mine. And it seemed to me the wedges were slowly growing, spreading out threads wider and wider apart.

It was magic.

I smiled as relief surged through me. Mark wasn’t himself. Now, I just had to find out how to undo it. I was positively skipping as I headed for the door.

“Thank god she’s leaving,” Antsy panted. “Fucking dyke!”

“M-mary!”

I paused, looking back as Mark said my name.

He stared at me and there was a pained expression crossing his face. His lips struggled to say something. “I…I…Goddammit, I love…” he gave a strangled cry. “…you.”

My heart soared, he was fighting it. “I love you, too, Mark. I’ll rescue you.”

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