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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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Matt Lawson: Wow, what a remarkable interview from Mark Glassner and his fiancee Mary.

Savannah Georgia: Yes, it was, Matt. They come off so believable. It’s terrible the way they’ve been persecuted by the media and the FBI.

ML: So there’s no doubts in your mind about their innocence.

SG: Not after watching their press conference. How could anyone?

—excerpt from the transcript of the TODAY Show, aired 06/19/13

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

Mary and I walked arm-in-arm back to our home from Madeleine’s house. Mary’s gait was a little stiff, her legs sore from jogging. The press conference went well. The Black reporter was as eager to suck my cock as I thought, and I dumped my cum into her before we rapped it up. Then Mary and I headed to the Naked Jogging Club’s meeting.

We had fun with the jogging sluts.

Mary was such a good trooper. She was as out of shape as I had been on the first day I went jogging, but she kept up with us and made it to Madeleine’s house where she enjoyed the two young girls, Cassie and Issy, while I fucked Belinda and Anastasia.

We strode into the house. The scent of bacon and eggs drew us to the dining room. Most of the sluts who were still in the house sat naked around the table, enjoying their breakfast cooked by the amazing Desiree.

“Where’s Karen?” I asked the sluts as they sat around the dining room table eating eggs and bacon.

“She was still sleeping when I got up,” Lillian answered. All the sluts had to double up in beds with each other, not that any of them complained. At any given time during the night, you could find a pair of bedmates pleasuring each other. Lillian was Karen’s bedmate.

I frowned. She should be up and ready to help with the household chores. “I’ll go fetch her.”

“And a paddle,” Mary called.

I grinned. It would be hot to watch Mary reddened Karen’s ass before I fucked it. My dick throbbed hard before me as I headed to the basement. We had three beds setup down there for the sluts to sleep on.

I headed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. In the middle sat a table covered in piles of cash—the money I had robbed from various banks. I scanned the room. Karen lay in her bed, the covers over her body.

“Karen, wake up,” I barked as I marched to her. “Come on, lazy slut.”

She didn’t stir.

I shook her shoulder and her body flopped onto her back. I swallowed. “Karen?”

She didn’t answer. My stomach clenched. I looked over my shoulder and shouted as loud as I could, “Someone call 911. Get an ambulance here now! And get Thamina.”

I felt at her neck for a pulse. It fluttered. Her breath was slow. Footsteps raced down the stairs. Mary was at the lead, the sluts behind her. Mary’s eyes went wide with panic. She raced to the bed and took Karen’s hand. I glanced at the sluts. Alison had a cell phone and she spoke into it. Thamina pressed forward and moved to Karen, thumbing open her eyelids.

“What’s wrong with her, Mark?” Mary asked, fear in her voice.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “Karen. Hold on.”

Karen’s eyes flickered and open. “Master,” she murmured. “I…I feel so weak.”

* * *

Sister Theodora – SeaTac, WA

The Ecstasy fell on me while I dozed. Curtis had just left for his conference, but not before fucking me once. I had his cum dribbling out of me as I cuddled against the pillow, slowly sinking into sleep. And then the angel touched me.

A shudder ran through my body as the world vanished. Ecstatic joy burst through my skin with every touch of the angel. I gasped and whimpered as the pleasure burned hot through my body. My back arched as his strong arms wrapped around me, phasing through the sheets and bed, only touching me.

He squeezed my breasts as his cock prodded at the cheeks of my ass. He slipped between them, his lips nibbling on my ear. My first orgasm crashed through me. My toes curled and I screamed out in bliss as I was swept away by ecstatic delight.

“What do you need of me?” I gasped as his angelic cock sank into my asshole.

My bowels gripped his thick shaft. They spasmed about him. I gasped and groaned as I convulsed. A second and third orgasm washed through me. They followed one after the other, never relenting as his dick sank deeper and deeper into my asshole.

“The plan has been settled on,” the voice of the angel Ramiel, not Gabriel the Archangel, whispered in my ear, cutting through the pleasure seizing my body.

“The messier plan?” I groaned. “What is it? What do you…oh, yes…mean by messier?”

Being touched by an Angel set all your nerves alive with pleasure, drowning your senses until only you and the Angle remained. I convulsed in his arms. His fingers pinched my nipples, shooting more bliss through my body. My asshole and pussy both spasmed and convulsed. Stars burst in my vision. The ecstasy threatened to consume me.

“Soldiers are needed, now,” answered Ramiel. “Four and four and four.”

“I don’t under…oh yes, harder. Mmm, yes…”

And then I was lost to the pleasure. The Ecstasy overwhelmed me. There was only so much pleasure you could take before you drowned in bliss and surrendered to rapture.

His cock slammed over and over into my asshole. I drank in his every touch. My body burned with the bliss. I gasped and heaved on the bed, no doubt screaming my pleasure at the top of my lungs. My every nerve lit up with pleasure. Ripples shot through me, tracing along my nerves’ branching paths. I followed the pleasure, drinking it in as he thrust harder and harder. Nothing could compare to the Ecstasy.

I couldn’t tell you how long I drifted on the pleasure. But I thoroughly enjoyed it.

His dick slammed into my asshole’s depths. His cum splashed into me. The burst of pleasure consumed me. My thoughts fled.

I was only rapture.

And then I was alone.

My senses slowly returned to me. The air smelled of sweat and hot pussy. My skin rubbed on sheets. My eyes opened, the light in my room so bright. I groaned, my body still shuddering in memory of the bliss. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, smiling as I tried to hold onto as much of my pleasure as possible.

And then his words echoed through my mind: Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four.

What did that mean? I wasn’t used to getting the Ecstasy while in the middle of a mission. All I could do was wait and find out. I closed my eyes, my body heavy with exhaustion, and let myself doze again as terrible images flashed through my mind.

I needed soldiers. There would be violence. The angels were right. The new plan was messier. Had the Order of Mary Magdalene ever used violence to kill a Warlock?

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Mary Sullivan

The ambulance doors slammed shut. Karen, an oxygen mask over her face, was on a gurney in the vehicle’s back, Thamina at her side. Willow was already heading to Good Sam hospital to meet the ambulance. The sirens blared, and the ambulance raced off down the street.

I couldn’t believe she had collapsed and needed to be rushed to the hospital. “She was sick in the morning last week,” I muttered. “It was like morning sickness, only she swore she couldn’t be pregnant.”

“Well, she’s in good hands,” Mark said, putting his arm around me. “Willow will figure it out. But we have a lot of things to get done today. We need to get that book.”

I frowned at Mark, wanting to protest that our Karen was in the hospital. But he was right, she was in good hands. And we did need to get the Magicks of the Witch of Endor from New York University. “What things?”

“I’ve done some looking on the internet about a plane, and I found one,” Mark said as he led me back into the house. “A Gulfstream IV. It’s used, but in excellent condition. It’ll cost $27 million. So, I need to rob a few banks. Plus, we’ll need some pilots.”

“Where do you get pilots from?” I asked and Mark smiled.

“Let me make a few phone calls.”

I had my own phone call to make. I had promised to let Alice, my friend with benefits, know what happened yesterday and I forgot all about it in the euphoria of freeing Mark. I broke away from Mark. I needed to speak with Alice. I was on edge after learning Karen was sick.

“Mary,” Alice said, her voice excited and cautious. “I was so worried. You never called me back.”

“Listen, Alice,” I said and winced. That was a command. I didn’t want to command my friend. “You do not have to do anything I tell you. You are free to ignore my commands.”

“What?” she asked. “Are you okay, Mary?”

“I’m fine,” I answered. “So…I’m staying with Mark.”

“What? After what he did? He tossed you aside, Mary. Don’t be like that. Don’t be one of those women that stay with a cheater. Have some self-respect.”

“It’s not like that,” I told her. I swallowed. She didn’t know about our Pact with the Devil, the nuns, or any of the supernatural things. I liked that. I wanted her to be my friend, but I didn’t want to corrupt her. “I love him. I really do. We worked it out. Things are great between us.” I smiled. Thanks to the spell I cast saving Mark, we could never be broken up. “We’re going to be together forever.”

“Mary,” she sighed. “You can’t be that stupid.”

I fought back my retort. “I’m not, okay. We worked it out, Alice. He loves me. He really does.”

“He’s a cheating asshole,” Alice muttered.

“Alice,” I snapped. “I love him. You don’t have to like him, but don’t insult him.”

“Fine,” Alice said, bitterly. “You forgave his infidelity to you and how he treated you like garbage. Good for you.” She paused. “When can we get together?”

“I don’t know,” I told her. “Things are busy. We’re going to New York soon. I’ll let you know when we can get together.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Alice,” I said. “It’s just crazy around here, okay? We’ll get together when we can.”

“All right, Mary,” she sighed, disappointed. “I really need you though.”

“I gotta go,” I told her, frowning at her last comment. What did that mean? “Take care, Alice. We’ll get together soon and have hot sex.”

“Okay. Bye, Mary.”

I hung up as Mark walked into the room dressed.

“You need to get ready, Mare.,” Mark said. “We’ll need to rob three banks, I think.”

“Yeah, Mark,” I said. It took me a moment to realize Mark’s statement didn’t even phase me. “Let me give the sluts their orders.”

I handed the sluts our guest list for our wedding and instructions on the fancy invitations they were to fill and mail out for us. When they finished with the invitations, they need to figure out the seating arrangements and how many tables and chairs and tents we would need for our outdoor wedding. It was just a month away.

Having the sluts take care of all the tedious details was such a relief.

“We’ll get it done, Mistress,” Alison said with a chipper smile.

“And how are your wedding preparations coming along, Alison?” I asked her.

“On Tuesday, Desiree has a family court appearance, she’s petitioning to annul her marriage with Brandon,” Alison answered. “If you or Master could be there to speed up the process, me and Desiree would be very grateful.”

“Oh, I think we can arrange that,” I told her.

“Thanks, Mistress.” She beamed and hugged me.

I raced upstairs, took a quick shower. I slipped out, reapplied my makeup, styled my hair into a wonderful mass of auburn that fell in burnished falls about my freckled face, and dressed. I headed downstairs to find Mark just hanging up the phone. I gave him a questioning look.

“We have an appointment with the plane owner in Gig Harbor at four,” Mark answered. “And tomorrow, we’ll go up to Seattle to interview some pilots.”

“Where did you find pilots so fast?” I asked in surprise. “Is there like a Labor Ready for out of work pilots or something?”

Mark smiled. “Rainier Airlines has their headquarters in SeaTac. I just spoke to the company’s head of HR, and he’s finding us a list of candidates.”

“Attractive women?” I asked with a sly smile. I knew how Mark thought. “How many female pilots are there?”

“Oh, there’s a couple,” Mark said with a shrug. “Two are bound to be hot.”

I laughed and hooked my arm in his, excitement bubbling through me. “Let’s go rob a bank.”

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