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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 — April

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) — Sister Agnes Chibuzo — Sister Isabella Cecillia

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) — Felicity (Sean’s Slut) — Joy (Sandy Slut) — Avialle (Antsy’s Slut)

Chapter One

The Sisters of Mary Magdalene realized the extent of the danger posed by the Tyrants. They marshaled three of their numbers to deal with the threat. But their numbers were dwindling, and their Mother Superior feared their endeavor was doomed, so she took steps to sow seeds of hope.

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

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013 – Sister Mariam Theodora – SeaTac, WA

“Come in,” I said to my fellow nun’s, ushering them into my hotel room. Joy and fear beat in my heart. I wasn’t alone in the war against Mark Glassner and his warlock girlfriend Mary. Yet, the threat was so dire three nuns were now required to defeat him. “You’re welcome to stay in my hotel room.”

Well, it wasn’t actually my hotel room. Last night, when I flew into SeaTac from Miami, Providence led me to an insurance adjuster named Curtis at the airport’s baggage claim. We flirted while waiting for our luggage, and he invited me up to his Hotel Room. When Providence guided you to a place to stay, especially with a cute guy, you don’t say no. Right now, Curtis was attending the convention in the hotel, and I didn’t expect him back for a few more hours.

“Are you hungry?” I asked my Sisters, closing the door behind them. “Curtis is paying for it?”

I didn’t mind running up his hotel bill. He was cheating on his wife with me. The asshole deserved it.

“Ooh, Curtis,” the black nun said in her exotic, African accent. “Is he handsome?”

“He has the most gorgeous, blue eyes that just make you melt in your panties,” I answered, feeling like a teenage girl for the first time in decades. I couldn’t remember the last time I gossiped with my friends about boys. “But, please order something. The asshole is married.”

“Ah, so sad to see a marriage vow so easily broken,” tutted the Latina sister.

I realized I didn’t know their names. The only nun I knew was Sister Louise, and she was captured by the Warlock Mark Glassner. “I am Theodora Mariam. And…and I’m so happy you’re here.” Tears ran hot down my cheeks. My emotions poured out me suddenly. I really wasn’t alone in this fight. “I…I…”

The Latina nun hugged me gently, rocking me like a mother. “Shh, it will be alright, muñequita. I am Isabella Cecillia.”

“Agnes Chibuzo,” the African nun said and kissed my cheek. “The Creator has sent us to aid you in your trials, Sister Theodora.”

I sniffed. “Thank you, Sisters.”

“Now, I have been traveling almost non-stop for last twenty-four hours,” Agnes said, her face weary. “It has been a long trip from Sierra Leone. So tell me, why has the Creator, through his servant Gabriel, sent us here?”

I told them everything I knew about Mark Glassner, starting with how Sister Louise had tried to exorcise him and been captured through the interference of Lilith of the Black Moon. I told them of the ancient prayer of Avvah I had been taught and how I used Mark sister to attack him. But that failed.

His lover, the other Warlock, freed him from the bond.

“It will be far messier now,” I finished. “Soldiers will be needed. Four and four and four.”

Isabella nodded. “It is like Napoleon all over again. There were three of us and we each bonded four soldiers under Napoleon’s command. We exorcised Napoleon at Waterloo. His wish to be Emperor destroyed, he lost the battle.” A look of old hurt crossed the tan face of Isabella. “Sister Eustace Mariam was killed in the struggle.”

“How old are you?” I asked in awe.

“I was born in the Year of our Lord, 1732,” Isabella answered.

I blinked. I knew nuns could practically live forever, but most grew weary of the struggle after sixty or seventy years and passed their powers onto a successor. The only nun I had heard of that was over a hundred years old was the Mother Superior. “Have you ever faced a demon?” I asked Isabella, hopeful she had.

“No,” Isabella confessed. “That must be why there are three of us. These Warlocks are using ancient magics.” Isabella yawned then rubbed at her face. “I wish we had a monk or two with us.”

“A monk?” I frowned. “You mean a male nun? Like us?”

“Well, not like us,” Isabella confessed. “When the Creator in his infinite mercy gave his children the means to fight the Adversary, 144 were given the gift, half were men and half were women. The men’s gifts were different from ours. They were the soldiers. Given powers to fight demons and monsters and to protect us nuns in situations like this.”

“Why have I not heard of any monks?” I asked.

“The last monk died in 1942 exorcising Hitler,” Isabella answered sadly. “Five nuns and a monk and they all perished. But they broke Hitler’s powers, and the Allies were able to eventually defeat the Third Reich.”

“The problem with the monks is their calling,” Agnes explained. “Too many died fighting and were unable to pass on their powers to a successor. We have dwindled as well. Maybe a dozen of us remain.”

“I fear the end is nearing,” Isabella said mournfully. “You are the last nun in North America. There are only two of us left in the Latin Americas.”

“We had four in Africa,” Agnes said, tears brimming on her eyes. “But two Warlocks appeared in the Congo, fighting for control over the jungle, and we lost two sisters exorcising them over the weekend. And I hear the Mother Superior herself had to deal with a Warlock in Paris.”

The Mother Superior was a legend. Supposedly, she was over a thousand years old and lived in the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château, France. Sister Louise told me whispered stories of the Mother Superior exorcisms from Vlad Tepesh to Rasputin and many other terrible men and women in between.

A sly smile appeared on Agnes’s face and she reached out and stroked my arm. “So, Theodora, tell us about this Curtis you’ve been indulging with.”

A flush suffused my face. When we were given our Ecstasy and sent on our missions, blanket indulgences were issued by the pope, forgiving any sin we may commit. Most nuns, at least this is what Sister Louise had told me, used the opportunity to sin as much as possible before they once again had to live a life of abstinence.

That had been my life since I became a nun.

“He has girth,” I said with a smile, remembering how good his cock felt stretching my pussy as he rode me last night. “I came twice with him last night, and once more this morning.”

“You naughty girl,” Agnes said with a twinkle. She glanced at Isabella. “Did you have time to indulge?”

Isabella gave a throaty laugh. “I live in a remote village in Guatemala. Many hours trip to the airport. This young buck, Miguel, drove me to the airport. I had my eye on him for several months, praying for a mission so I might indulge with him.” A smile appeared on her face. “On the drive to the airport, three times we stopped so he could ravish me.”

“What about you, Agnes? Who did you fuck?” I asked.

Her grin turned naughty. “In Brussels, I fucked this delightful young man in the airport restroom during my layover. And then in the flight into Seattle from Chicago, I flirted with this beautiful flight attendant named Sarai. She had silky, dusky skin and the most beautiful lips. A good Muslim girl she claimed, but when we arrived in Seattle, that good Muslim girl made me howl in pleasure in the women’s bathroom. She knew how to eat pussy.”

We all giggled at that. But my joy did not last long, Ramiel’s words echoed in my mind. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. My grin faded and I sighed and asked, “Where do we find four soldiers?”

“Providence,” Agnes yawned, and lay back on the bed. The TV turned on. “Sorry, I sat on the remote.”

“…go live to Sheriff Erkart about to give a press conference on the growing Mark Glassner/SWAT sexual scandal that has rocketed the Pierce County Sheriffs Department,” the anchor on the television said.

I sat up and my fellow nuns stared at the TV. Providence had guided us again.

The camera cut to a room with a podium festooned with microphones. The seal of the Pierce County Sheriff department hung behind the podium and a tall, distinguished looking man with black hair graying at the temples, stepped up to the podium. Cameras flashed in the room as he settled himself at the podium.

“Good evening,” the Sheriff greeted, sadly. “It is with a heavy heart that I am here today. An entire squad of my SWAT unit, eleven men and one woman, have disgraced themselves and betrayed the publics’ trusted in my Sheriff Department. On Thursday, June 13th at approximately 4:10 AM, the FBI, with support from this SWAT unit, raided Mark Glassner’s house. As recent photos have shown, my officers have behaved disgracefully and will be suspended with pay until the State Patrol has finished their investigation.”

Images of eleven men and one women flashed on the screen. They all had the look of soldiers.

“God has provided,” Agnes breathed.

“Amen,” Isabella finished.

A smile crept up on my face. Mark Glassner enthralled an entire unit of SWAT. While Mark had found a way to guard his Thralls closest to him, I doubt it would cross his mind to bind every single person he gave a command to. Those SWAT officers, under his mind control, had acted out of character. That stain would takes weeks to bleed away.

It seemed Providence was telling us that there were twelve, very dangerous Thralls out there lying loose just waiting for my Sisters and I to collect them.

“Amen,” I whispered as hope soared within me.

A soft snore broke my reverie and I smiled. Sister Agnes lay sleeping on her side. She said it took her nearly twenty-four hours of travel to reach Seattle from Africa. The poor thing must be so tired.

“Isn’t she so beautiful?” Isabella whispered in her Spanish lilt. Her warm, soft hand rested on my thigh. A delicious thrill went through my body ending at my moistening snatch. Isabella turned to look at me, a smile playing on her brown face. “You are beautiful, too, Theodora.”

Isabella’s lips were full and moist and looked so kissable as her face drew closer and closer to mine. Our lips met. Hers were soft and tasted of cherry lip gloss. I moaned and sucked on her lower lip. Her hand slid up my thigh and beneath my skirt.

I moaned into her kiss, my body trembling. Sensations rippled up my thigh to my pussy while her hand slid closer and closer. My cunt clenched as it grew wet. I kissed her harder and parted my thighs, welcoming her touch.

Feeling wicked, I slid my hand up her thigh, reaching for her cunt.

Her panties felt like satin beneath my fingers. I rubbed the crotch of her panties. The heat of her cunt bled through. I pushed her panties into her slit. Isabella’s juices seeped through the satin fabric and coated my fingers with her sticky arousal.

Then her fingers finally found my lacy panties. She caressed them, bringing another moan from my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth while her hand rubbed at the crotch of my panties, teasing my pussy lips and finding my hard clit.

“Mmm, you are delicious,” Isabella purred when she broke the kiss. She licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.

I rubbed harder at her soaked panties. “And you feel hot and wet.”

“Let’s find out how wet you are.” Isabella shoved her other hand beneath my skirt and yanked down my panties.

I lifted my ass, helping her to slip my panties off my ass and down my legs. She pulled them off my feet, holding up the lacy, yellow scrap of cloth. The crotch was dark with my desires. Isabella sniffed the crotch, inhaling my spicy aroma, and then she shoved my panties into my mouth with a naughty smile on her face.

Cotton, impregnated with my spicy juices, filled my mouth.

“We do not want to wake up Sister Agnes with your sweet moans,” she whispered with a naughty smile.

I winked at her.

Isabella pushed me onto my back. She spread my thighs and I moaned, the sound muffled by my panties, as she licked her gentle tongue through my slit. I shuddered and my toes curled as her tongue expertly slid through my pussy, teasing me.

Next to me, Sister Agnes snored softly, her pretty, coal-black face inches from my own. My pussy clenched. An excited rush ran through me. The sleeping Sister Agnes added an air of wicked, forbidden danger to our love-making.

“Just delicious, Sister Theodora.”

I squirmed as Isabella’s tongue tasted me everywhere. She sucked my labia into her mouth, explored my crevasses, and flicked at my clit. Her fingers spread my labia open. She buried her tongue deep into my hole, fucking into my hot flesh and swirling around.

Pleasure rippled through me. I gripped the green comforter and threw back my head as Sister Isabella devoured my cunt. Her tongue felt wonderful as it probed my sheath. I wanted to tell her just how much pleasure she was making me feel, but the panties stuffed in my mouth reduced me to grunts and moans.

Isabella lifted her face up and licked her lips. Her dark eyes stared at me, full of passion. She smiled, loving how excited she made me. “Mmm, you just want to scream, don’t you?”

I nodded my head.

“You are so close to cumming. What a naughty slut.” Her hand stroked my pussy. “Mmm, I want you to drown me.”

I moaned “yes” through the panties.

Isabella buried her mouth back into my pussy. Her tongue fucked in and out of my hole while her nose rubbed against my clit. The teasing sent sparks shooting through my body. My hips writhed and bucked, smearing my pussy on her hungry mouth. I craved every sensation. They built inside of me, carrying me towards my orgasm.

I moaned again, then clamped my teeth down on the panties. My body convulsed as her lips sucked on my clit. Her fingers probed into my juices depths. My legs shuddered and my toes curled as she nibbled and pleased me.

I wanted to scream out my bliss, but the panties muffled me. My body bucked and heaved.

My orgasm erupted.

I spasmed beside Sister Agnes. The nun slept through my explosion. The pleasure washed out of my pussy while my juices squirted into Isabella’s hungry mouth. Her fingers kept reaming me, keeping my orgasm alive and shooting spasms of delight through my body.

Isabella had a pleased smile on her lips. She swirled her tongue around them. “You have another hole I can play with.”

My eyes widened as she shoved a pillow beneath my lower back. Her breath warmed my ass before her fingers spread apart my butt-cheeks. I gasped into my panties as her tongue licked through my taint towards my sphincter.

She tongued my puckered opening. What a wicked woman.

I groaned and shuddered, my pussy clenching about her probing fingers. She tongued my asshole then pushed into my bowels. She swirled before she sucked. Her rimming sent such wicked pleasure shooting to my pussy.

Fingers fucked my pussy and pinched my clit as she rimmed my asshole. Her mouth made such sloppy, obscene sounds as she pleasured me. I spasmed, another orgasm building through my body, coming swift on the heels of the first.

“Mmm, you are such a dirty nun, Sister Theodora,” she purred. “Every time I thrust my tongue in your asshole, your pussy tightens on my fingers.” Sister Isabella thrust her tongue into my asshole

Groaning into my panties, my pussy tightened on her fingers.

I spasmed as the pleasure washed through me. It was so wicked. My pussy and clit sparked with pleasure and her tongue stirred through my bowels. The pleasure met and crashed together before exploding through me.

My second cum sent my head tossing back and forth on the bed. I gripped the bedspread as I bucked into her hungry mouth. My pussy spasmed about her fingers and my poor clit ached as she kept rubbing it, prolonging my bliss.

“Oh, you are wicked,” Isabella smiled, licking her lips.

I nodded my head as she ripped her fingers from my pussy. She sucked them clean as I came down from my orgasm. She crawled up my body and pulled my panties from my mouth. I licked my lips moments before she kissed me.

I savored the mix of my spicy juices and my sour ass on her lips. My eyes closed as I savored the kiss. I was eager to return the favor to the woman.

Instead, she rested her head on my breasts and joined Sister Agnes in sleep.

“Three nuns,” I whispered as I cradled Isabella’s head to my chest. “Mark won’t stand a chance.”

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – San Fransisco, CA

I could hear the planes landing and taking off from San Fransisco International Airport from my cheap motel room. Tomorrow, I would be on my plane and winging towards France. I would get my hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, make my own Pact with the Devil, and destroy Mark.

Then I would have my wife back.

I just had to make it through another twelve hours of escaping Mark’s attention. I had checked a few websites for local law enforcement in Washington State. My picture was everywhere. Mark had dominated a lot of cops, and they were hunting me.

But I was in California. I hoped that put me out of his reach.

I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I should sleep. I would have a long plane ride tomorrow. But how could I? My private investigator, Doug Allard, was under Mark’s control. Doug was skilled. And Mark knew I had reported him to the FBI and now to the media, creating a firestorm of controversy that I hoped would distract him long enough for me to get away.

I had to get my hands on the book. Everything would be perfect when I had it. I would be his equal. I closed my eyes, picturing the joy on Desiree’s face when I finally freed my wife from Mark’s clutches.

“We’ll make him pay together,” I promised my wife. She was probably being fucked right now by Mark.

I wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t. My stomach twisted into knots. I was so close to getting away, but I wasn’t there yet. Things could still go wrong. All Mark had to do was make a single phone call to the San Fransisco Police Department, and they would swarm me.

I tried not to think about it, but it was so hard. Every time I heard a siren outside, I tensed. I just had to make it to tomorrow. Then everything would change. I would fly to France and head to the nun’s motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château. They had one of the three copies of the book.

I would convince the nuns I wanted to help. They would never suspect my true purpose.

To be continued…

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