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When the burden of serving Heaven grows too great, choose a worthy successor. With the Prayer of Zebed you may pass on the Gift of the Spirit, but pray to the angels and the Creator above that your choice is wise.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Graham, WA

“What did you do to me?” I asked Sister Theodora in confusion, my body tingling, the final spurts of my cum erupting into her pussy.

Mary squirmed beside us, her mouth covered in silver duct tape. She struggled against the plastic ties binding her wrists behind her back. She struggled to tell me something with her green eyes. Her auburn hair flew about her head as she thrashed. I cast my gaze back to the nun.

“Tell me,” I snarled at the nun.

“I gave you my gift,” she answered, her silver aura flashed black for a moment as my powers affected her. They shouldn’t have. Moments ago, her aura had been the gold of a nun, making her immune to a Warlock’s power. And then I came in her and she cast her prayer and… her aura went silver, the color of a normal person.

Even now, the silver returned to her aura, driving back the black. My control over her wasn’t permanent. My question was a simple one, a command she would have followed if I hadn’t ordered her. Other commands, ones that changed how a person thought, would make their auras permanently black—like the sluts’ auras. Or like every cop I had encountered. I made them permanent Thralls by telling them that everything I did was legal.

And it wasn’t. Not even close.

Those cops included the SWAT officers who raided our house and whom the nuns co-opted today to attack us.

“What?” I asked in confusion. The nun gave me her power? What was going on?

When I walked into the cabin to rescue my fiance, Mary, I had found Sister Theodora Mariam, the nun who had already attacked me through my sister, holding a gun to my fiancee’s head. Anger swelled in me. First she used my sister, and then today she led a group of SWAT officers and a pair of other nuns to assault my home. She killed my followers—killed Chasity—and fled with Mary. I tracked them down with a spell and entered the house alone to save my soulmate.

With a gun to Mary’s head, I would do anything to protect her. Sister Theodora gave me an ultimatum: if I didn’t submit to the nun’s exorcism, give up my Pact with the Devil, and lose all my powers, she would kill Mary. The choice was simple.

Mary.

It meant I would go to prison. Everyone I put under my power, all the cops, all the people I fucked, all the people whose lives I changed, awakening them to sexual freedom, would revert to whom they normally were. I had robbed banks. I had committed “terrorist” acts. The FBI still investigated me.

I would go to prison. But it would be worth it if Mary lived.

So I submitted. Sister Theodora mounted me, fucking me. She had to bring me to orgasm to exorcise me. I didn’t fight the pleasure of her pussy. What was the point? I stared at Mary as the pleasures swelled in me, the nun’s cunt hot and wet and sweet. When I came in Sister Theodora, I expected her to exorcise me and steal my powers. Instead, she gave me something else.

A golden power.

The power had sunk into the very fiber of my being, the very essence of my soul. It was at that moment her aura stopped being golden. Did that mean she wasn’t a nun any longer? Well, my command worked on her. Was I a nun now? Or the male equivalent?

A priest? Monk?

I glanced at the last SWAT officer remaining. The rest were killed or captured by my bodyguards. He shook his head, frowning in confusion. Theodora’s control over him was gone along with her powers, his aura black.

He glanced at me, recognized me. The commands I gave him after the raid two weeks ago triggered him to act. “Sir, do you need help?”

“Free me,” I demanded, my wrists cuffed over my head. “And Theodora, go free Mary and then sit on the couch.”

“All right,” Theodora said and dismounted me while her aura went pure black, driving away the creeping silver.

The SWAT officer uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. I rubbed at my wrists, working circulation back into my fingers. I felt so strong as I stood there, my mind reeling. Was I a nun now? What had Theodora done to me?

Theodora bent down and ripped off the duct tape covering Mary’s mouth.

“Damn,” Mary winced then moistened her lips as Theodora seized Mary’s hands bound behind her back and pulled at the plastic cuffs zip tied around her wrists.

“I can’t do anything about the zip ties,” Theodora said in a panic as she realized she couldn’t fulfill my command.

“Fine, just sit on the couch.” I motioned to the SWAT officer. “You, free Mary.”

“Sir,” he nodded and walked over to Mary, pulled out a knife, then cut the plastic zip ties restraining her.

Mary stared at me in astonishment, rubbing her wrists, and then she flew across the room, hugging me fiercely. I caught her, holding her against me. She shuddered, crying, her arms so tight about me, holding me with a desperate intensity.

“You were shot,” she cried. She looked up at me, tears running down her face. “You were dying. How?”

“Lilith,” I answered, remembering the dark void I had fallen into after I died and my discussion with Lilith. I made a deal with her. I was learning making deals with demons always came with hidden costs.

What would my Pact with the Devil cost beside my soul? And Mary’s? Why had he made them with us? Why had he given us the means to summon Lilith?

No, those questions didn’t matter right now. I had my fiancee back in my arms. I buried my face in her auburn hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo. I rocked her as she sobbed against me. Anger filled me. We both almost died today.

Alice, Mary’s friend and lover, shot me. I bet she was under the control of Theodora. My gaze found the nun, anger building inside of me. She attacked us. Killed Chasity and five of my bodyguards. A white-hot rage gripped me as I stared at the woman as she sat calmly on the couch.

I looked at the SWAT officer. “Kill Sister Theodora Mariam.”

He drew his 9mm sidearm. The very same handgun Theodora threatened my Mary with just minutes ago. Satisfaction filled me. Theodora glanced at the gun rising to point at her. Instead of fear, her face became calm, accepting. She closed her eyes, ready to face her punishment.

“No!” Mary pushed away from me. “Put the gun away!”

The SWAT officer froze as he struggled with conflicting commands. Mary and I were both Warlocks, and we both had made Pacts to get mind control powers. Mary received hers from Lilith. Mary feared what she would do if she ever possessed my mind control powers, so she didn’t wish for them from the Devil when she made her Pact. But she had to surrender to the necessity of having them to save me from Sister Theodora’s first attack, and used her final wish with Lilith.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

Mary’s auburn hair flew behind her as she slid between the man and Theodora, arms out-stretched. What was going on here? Did Theodora do something to Mary when the bitch captured my fiancee? Did the nun place some sort of spell on Mary? The damned nuns were cunning.

Theodora stared at Mary with blossoming hope.

“What’s going on, Mary?” I demanded, the only person my powers could not affect. My last order to Mary was for her to ignore my orders, freeing her from my powers. “She killed Chasity.”

Theodora flinched and tears fell from her eyes. Why did that make her cry?

“I know,” Mary said, her voice hoarse. “Chasity died trying to save me. But…” Mary’s lip quivered. “But she’s my mother, Mark.”

Mary’s words crashed into me. I stumbled back a step, struggling to understand how that was possible. I stared at Theodora and I saw it. When I first walked in, I thought the nun, with her blonde hair, looked familiar. Mother and daughter had the same heart-shaped faces, same cheekbones.

“The golden thread,” I whispered in shock.

When we cast the spell to let us see auras, we discovered a golden thread touching Mary and her two sisters, Shannon and Missy. The threads represented a person’s connection to another. My thread to Mary’s was tightly wrapped about her, both of ours red, and bound by black chains, the manifestation of Mary’s wish for us to always be together.

We were soulmates. Which is the only reason Mary forgave me for what I did to her.

I must know someone who is a nun, Mary had said when we discovered the thread last week.

“How?” I asked, still struggling to think. “I thought your mom ran off with a musician? Abandoned you, your father, and sisters to fuck around with a rock band.”

“That musician was a Warlock,” Mary answered. “He… he did some bad stuff to my mom. Karen rescued her, and Mom thought her relationship with Dad was destroyed so she became a nun.”

I blinked, struggling to understand. Karen, formerly Sister Louise Afra, was our sex slave. Was the first nun who tried to exorcise me a few weeks ago. But Lilith tainted Karen, breaking her connection to Heaven. And then the demon fucked her with a hermaphroditic cock. My stomach twisted. What did Lilith want with the child growing inside Karen?

No, now wasn’t the time to think about that. Focus.

“You said you gave me your gift, Theodora? So, what, I’m a nun now?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Well, I guess you’d be a monk, actually.”

“Mark, you changed when she said that word,” Mary said. “Look in a mirror. You look eighteen.” Mary rubbed a hand along my bare chest. I didn’t bother to put on a shirt when I came looking for her. Blood still stained me from the gunshots. “And your chest. Mmm, you’re all muscly,” Mary purred. “And your aura is bronze now. Not red. Or even gold.”

“Bronze?” I asked. “Is that because I am a monk, Theodora?”

Theodora frowned. “I don’t know. The last monk died years ago. I honestly do not know much about them. And, please, call me Tiffany. I gave up my powers. I am no longer Sister Theodora Mariam.”

I looked down at my chest and noticed defined pecs and a six pack of abs. I felt different, too. Stronger. More alive. I broke away from Mary and found a bathroom. I stumbled in, my eyes widening in shock as I stared at my reflection. I looked like myself, sort of. I had lost a few years from my face. I was a little more boyish, and the fat along my jowls had vanished. I was lean now, in shape, with defined muscles. Not the bulging mass of a weightlifter, but the toned athleticism of a man in peak physical shape.

I did a few poses, marveling at my physique.

“Mmm, you look so hot,” Mary cooed. I glanced back to see her licking her lips as she leaned against the bathroom door. “Yum. You were so cute before, doughy and soft, but now…”

It was dramatic. I had been losing shape, getting healthier for Mary. I took up jogging, the weight sweating off of me. But this was even more dramatic. Laughing, I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She was almost as light as a feather. She laughed, hooking one arm around my neck. I kissed her sweet lips.

What a kiss. It was wonderful to hold her. She snuggled in my arms, her tongue flashing against mine. I had her back. We had won again. I didn’t want to break the kiss, but questions still rattled around in my head.

I carried her back to the living room and went to set her down, but her arm tightened around my neck in protest. “No. I like this.”

I grinned at her. “Sure. I can carry you all day.”

She squealed and gave me another kiss. Tiffany watched us. I froze, realizing she was my future mother-in-law. A mother-in-law who had my cum dripping out of her pussy and looked as young as her daughter.

And hot.

“Why did you do this, Tiffany?” I asked after breaking the kiss. I struggled not to laugh as Mary’s ticklish fingers ran across my chest. “Give me your powers?”

She bit her lip. Mary did that same thing when she was thinking. “I want my husband back,” Tiffany confessed. “But I had to know what sort of man you were first. To test you. Mary said you were a good person, deep inside. When you submitted to the exorcism and surrendered your power to save my daughter, I made my choice. You really love her. You have a good heart beating in your chest. It is a shame you made your Pact. But maybe with my Gift, it will help temper you and bring out the better person inside you.”

“And would you have really shot your daughter?” I growled, my anger rising again.

She shook her head. “No. I couldn’t do that. I would have ordered Dennis,” she glanced at the SWAT officer, “to restrain you, and then I would exorcise you. Then her. I put the gun to her head to see what you would do. To understand what my daughter saw in you.” She smiled. “Deep inside, you’re a good man. Try to remember that.”

Anger still choked at me. I struggled to keep composed, but she had still put a gun to my fiancee’s head. “And what am I supposed to do with you? Am I just supposed to forget what you did to Chasity?”

“She’s my mother, Mark,” Mary whispered.

“And you hated her, Mary!”

She flinched, and I winced. I hadn’t meant to yell. “Sorry, Mare.”

“I didn’t know the truth,” she answered, tears brimming in her eyes. “I thought she hated us. Me, Dad, my sisters. That she discarded us b-because she didn’t love us. Didn’t need us. I didn’t know that she was stolen from us. Brutalized.”

Mary wiggled in my arms, and I sat her down. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to her mother. The pair shared a fierce, loving hug. I stared at Tiffany, struggling to hold on to my hatred, but the pain in Mary’s voice, the joy on her face, made it hard.

“I love you, mom. I never really stopped loving you. I think that’s why I was so angry with you. Why it hurt so much when you… disappeared” Mary looked up at me. “Let’s go home, Mark.”

Mary’s eyes pleaded with me.

“Fine,” I answered. I would have to work on controlling my anger. I doubt I could ever forgive her mother.

Mary broke her embrace with her mother and rushed to me. She kissed me, her hands roaming my body. That helped a lot to soften my anger. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her, no matter how hard.

“Thank you, Mark. For coming for me.”

“Always.” I stroked her face. “I love you.”

“I am sorry,” Tiffany said, clutching her hands together, fresh tears in her eyes. “I thought I was doing the right thing when we attacked you.” She gave a bitter laugh. “It was all for the greater good.”

“It’s fine,” I repeated, not wanting to think about it. I scooped Mary up into my arms again. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes,” Mary said, then giggled, a huge smile on her face.

I walked out of the cabin and into the sunshine. I crossed the lawn. My bodyguards, led by 51, waited at their cars, AR-15 rifles aimed at the house. They relaxed when they saw us. Tiffany and the SWAT officer trailed behind us as Mary squirmed in my arms.

“A girl could get used to this,” Mary laughed.

Ebony-skinned 51 rushed forward, still holding her assault rifle, pointed down, a wary look on her faces. “Sir, ma’am.”

“It’s okay,” I told her as she gave Tiffany a look.

Then the professionalism vanished into relief. The other bodyguards—I’d brought all who were fit for duty—rushed forward, excitement and joy on their faces. They reached out, touching my muscular arms and Mary’s legs.

“You’re safe.”

“I am,” Mary beamed. “And doesn’t Mark look so sexy?”

“Yes,” 51 purred. “Better than my ex-husband.”

I blinked. I had ordered 51, and any other married members of the bodyguard, to divorce their husbands when I selected them to serve. A twinge of guilt shot through me. Five had died defending us, and a few others were gravely wounded. They were only hurt because I made them dress in a scanty, Halloween parody of a police uniform—short skirts, half-unbuttoned blouse, tits almost hanging out, heels instead of proper shoes.

No body armor.

Something had to be done about that. Maybe a spell. I would have to talk to Sam, the slut who was translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor for us. She had been smart, a Ph.D. candidate in ancient languages when we claimed her during our trip to New York last week.

“I’m glad everything is all right, sir,” 51 said. She glanced at Tiffany. “Should the prisoner be put under guard?”

“She’s not a prisoner,” I said as I set Mary down by the police car. “She’s Mary’s mother. She’s coming home with us.”

“I see, sir.” I could feel 51’s anger rippling off of her. She deserved her emotions. I didn’t see the need to order her to forget. I couldn’t blame her for her anger. Her fellow bodyguards were dead. I wanted to rip off the blonde woman’s head. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but how could I ever forget that Chasity was dead?

“Let’s go home,” I said, opening the backseat of the cop car. Mary slid in. I followed. Tiffany took the passenger seat while 51 drove. “It’s been a long day.”

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Alison Hertz – South Hill, WA

“Do you think he saved her yet?” I asked, gripping the Nextel in my hand, listening for any chatter from the bodyguards that went with Master to save Mistress.

He has to be safe, my subconscious whined. I’m his slave. I have to be with him. He has to come back.

I nodded my head. I always trusted my subconscious. Well, almost always. Lately, my subconscious objected first to my feelings for and then to my impending marriage with my fellow slut Desiree. But Master and Mistress approved of my love for the busty Latina. In every other way, I listened to my subconscious. It led me to a life, though I was only eighteen, of decadent sex which culminated in Mark Glassner.

My Master.

My subconscious had whispered I should give myself to him as he fucked me behind the counter of Goth Topic that wonderful day three weeks ago. That finally the man I had waited for to take me by the scruff of the neck had arrived and it was time for me to submit. So I did and hadn’t been sad once.

Until today.

Noel knelt over Chastity’s body, a cloth draped over it. Paramedics loaded other dead bodyguards into the back of ambulances to take them to the morgue and await for their funeral. They came for Chastity and Noel collapsed into a ball, sobbing hard.

The pair had been close. Like me-and-Desiree close.

Desiree pressed behind me, her naked breasts on my back, her arms around me. “You’re so worried.”

“Master hasn’t sent word. What if the nun killed him?” Tears fell down my cheeks.

“Then let’s call him and find out.”

I turned around and looked at my lover. She was taller than me, her face beautiful, her skin a lovely shade of brown. I sniffed and smiled, her breasts pressing against my pierced nipples. “That would be great.”

I loved her so much. She broke away to grab a cell phone. You shouldn’t love her. Only devote yourself to Master.

I ignored my subconscious as Desiree’s fingers tapped her phone’s screen. I trembled, hoping Master was still fine. Fearing he wasn’t. Just as she was about to dial, a furious Fiona stormed up to the house.

“That bitch,” she snarled.

I gasped in shock as Fiona told us what happened at Good Sam Hospital.

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