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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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Samnag Soun is theorized to be the true power behind the Tyrants. The Holy Vizier held the intelligence the Tyrants only pretended to possess.

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

Jessica St. Pierre

I didn’t know what to think when Mark freed me from his… power? Spell? I didn’t really know what to call it. Who would think magic and all that crap was real?

What I did know was I needed a drink.

I left Fiona and Noel to argue and headed out of the house into the sunshine. It was a different world now. Everything had changed this afternoon. Like it had the day Mark jogged naked up to my news van and claimed me.

I headed to my car parked out on the street and froze at the sight of it. My poor baby, a powder-blue Prius, had the passenger window shot out and a line of bullet holes leading to the trunk. The back seats were ruined, stuffing strewn everywhere.

“Of course,” I sighed. “I hope you still run, baby.”

I climbed into the car, pushed the button to start it up—it did—and drove past my colleagues in the media kept at bay by the local cops. American Joes was the first bar I found. It looked like a dive, but I didn’t care. I needed a drink desperately. I walked inside and made a beeline straight for the bar. The few people in the bar, three men and a woman, had their attention fixed on the TV. It was Debra reporting about what happened this afternoon.

My heart hammered and a fearful twist shot through my stomach. I could hear the sounds of cracking gunfire and ricocheting bullets again. I had spent the firefight crouched behind a car next to Debra while her cameraman fearlessly filmed the firefight.

“Get in cover,” Debra kept shouting at him.

“I was in Fallujah during the Surge,” he had said dismissively.

I had never felt so alive as during those few minutes as the bullets cracked and hissed. It was almost intoxicating when it was happening. Being around Mark and Mary was intoxicating, too.

“Fucked up,” the guy at the bar said as I sat down. He gave me a look. I was dressed in my reporter garb—and not the sexy one I wore in the house. That one would get me arrested in public.

Well, no, Mark had all the local cops under his power, and they knew I served him. Well, I did serve him. And maybe…

“You look like you could use a drink,” grunted the heavyset bartender.

“Whatever light beer you have on tap,” I said. I had a decision to make; best to avoid the hard stuff.

But it called to me, sitting on the top shelf, beckoning.

He filled me a mug of Coors Lite, the foamy head white. I sipped it and thought.

It was wrong what Mark did to me. That was painfully obvious. It was like the ultimate roofie. Except I was fully conscious and wanted to do it. I could remember the excitement I felt because of his commands, robbed of my will but allowed to enjoy myself.

It was power.

I shifted on the bar stool. Mark was a powerful man. And he was only growing more and more powerful every day. And powerful men got what they wanted one way or the other. His way was direct and, well, when you were under the control, obeying didn’t seem like a problem at all. There was never even a tiny part of me that objected until he freed me.

And the power…

What would he do with it? Mary was guiding him into running for public office, to shape the world and transform it into a better place. He could make it a better place. I frowned. And I could be there, helping him, in the thick of it. Mark already relied on me to help the media.

And so what if he fucked me? The sex was amazing.

My pussy grew juicy in my silk panties just thinking about it. Mark was so powerful, and I could be one of his favorite women. I shuddered at the thought. I pulled my choker out of my skirt pocket. A gold plate on the front with my name written in sapphires. I rubbed the engraving: “Mark and Mary’s slut forever.”

Forever…

Forever the lover of the most powerful man in the world.

There was no doubt in my mind just how powerful Mark was after today. He healed himself after he was shot five times. He should be dead. Damn, he would be the most powerful man in the world. Ooh, that made me really juicy.

After finishing off my beer, I clasped the choker about my throat.

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Samnag “Sam” Soun

The argument made thinking too hard. I retreated to Mary’s studio where I had set up my efforts to translate the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I sat down at the desk, the tome opened, my ancient semitic dictionaries and reference books scattered around it along with copious notebooks filled with my efforts.

The last few days had definitely been strange. One minute I was working on my Ph.D. dissertation at NYU and the next I became the plaything of Mark and Mary. They had fucked me in the manuscript room and made me their slut to translate this book.

I had read a lot of books like it, claiming to have secret formulas or magical spells. They were common in the ancient world. Egypt spread their mystery religion across the Mediterranean. The Greeks turned it into a scientific discipline, adding mathematics and transforming it into what would become alchemy.

But the really wild part was all the spells and rituals in the book were real.

Mark had sold his soul for power and used that power to control me. I was torn; I did not want to be his plaything, but the magic was so intriguing. There were just such fascinating spells in the book. And I hadn’t even translated it all yet. I had found a spell that could steal a nun’s powers and give it to a Warlock. Another spell let you summon the spirits of the dead to scry with. The book told you how to summon a variety of demons: Asherah, Marduk, Lilith, Hadath, Molech, Astarte, Chemosh, Baal-zebub, Dagon, Tammuz, Milcom, Ashtoreth, and, of course, Lucifer. The very being Mark and Mary apparently made their pacts with was in here. And there were magics in here even I could perform. Most required you to sell your soul to a demon, to become a Warlock, but anyone could conjure the dead or heal the sick.

I found one spell that only a woman could cast.

I flushed, remembering what the spell did. It allowed a woman to conjure her own cock. It granted a woman “the seed of life like a man, and to plant that seed in a fertile vessel.” What would it be like to have my own cock? Like in those perverted hentai I used to watch. To be a beautiful woman and have a dick.

To be a futa.

I groaned, growing so hot. I squirmed in my chair. The flood of juices leaking out of me stuck my flesh to the leather of the seat. As I squirmed, my sticky flesh on the chair made such a depraved sound. I was juicy and eager to try it out.

I slid my hands down my naked flesh to my waxed pussy. Last Monday, Mary sent me to a salon to get my thick, black bush waxed. It was weird feeling bare down there, and strange to play with my pussy and not feel my wiry hair tickling my fingers.

But I liked it.

I teased my slit, running my hand up and down my labia. My breath caught as I pictured a cock thrusting out from me as I pinched my clit. The very organ which, if I understood the translation, would become my dick. It would thrust hard before me, eager to penetrate a woman and fuck her.

“Oh, you want my cock,” I moaned, leaning back in the seat, rubbing my little nub as my fantasy came to life.

I imagined bending caramel-skinned Jessica over the arm of the couch. Her beautiful ass wiggling. Since joining the harem, I had come to appreciate a woman’s ass. She would look behind her, staring at me with desire in her eyes.

Cum fuck me, she would moan, wiggling that ass. I need that girl-dick in me.

“Yes, you do,” I moaned aloud, picturing it perfectly.

I would move to her, rubbing my shaft up and down, savoring how her silky pussy lips felt against it. Then I would thrust into the warm depths of her pussy. She would shudder and moan while I savored how tight and wet she would feel.

I slipped my fingers up inside me, imagining the feel of my hot cunt wrapped about my digit magnified a hundredfold. Jessica’s pussy would feel all warm and slippery around my girl-dick as I drew back and slammed in.

Yes, yes, yes, she gasped in my imagination, moaning so beautifully as I fucked her. Her caramel breasts would shake from my thrusts, waving her dark nipples about. I would spank her ass as I fucked her and pull on her honey-brown hair.

I dug my fingers faster and faster into my cunt while pinching my clit with my other hand. I leaned back in the computer chair. Jessica would cum on my cock, her pussy clenching, and she would gasp my name.

Cum in my pussy, Sam!

“I’ll flood your pussy, slut.”

The fantasy was intense. I shuddered, cumming so fast. The chair creaked beneath me while my pussy spasmed about my fingers. I bit my lip, groaning as the pleasure boiled through my body. Wave after wave of bliss caressed my mind. I heaved a final time then fell limp on the chair.

“Damn,” I groaned. “What an amazing cum.”

Breathing heavily, I sucked my fingers clean of my tangy, spicy flavor. Then I grabbed my notes and found the passage for the Shophkah spell. I read the ritual again. It was simple. I just needed a woman to lie with.

It was so tempting to cast the spell. The image of having a cock already made me want to cum again.

I chewed on my fingernail as I debated performing the spell. This might be my last night of freedom. Just because Mark and Mary claimed they would free the other sluts, there was no way they would let me go. They needed the knowledge in this book.

They needed me to translate it.

“I have to do this.” I stood up, my mind racing.

Where could I find a woman to fuck? There was a club I heard the other sluts talk about. One that Mary liked to go to. A lesbian club called the something Diver. The Cake Diver? No, that couldn’t be it. I pulled out my smart phone and searched.

I found a club in Tacoma called the Clam Diver.

I smiled. “Bingo.”

I rushed down into the basement where the bed I shared with Xiu was. She was a wild girl. A masochist. She absolutely loved to be hurt. The more you hurt her, the wetter she got. I went to the dresser I shared with Xiu. After being waxed on Monday, I went shopping to purchase, as Mary put it, “appropriate clothing.”

I settled on a blue dress covered in sequins. The skirt was very short, and while the bodice went up to my neck, an oval was cut out exposing the inner slopes of my breasts.

I called for a taxi and paid with my debit card. I met the taxi on Shaw Road. A growing number of women arrived, with a scattering of men, all excited about the miracle. They were talking like Mark was some sort of god. They had no idea.

Any mortal could do what he did if they made the right deals. Even the healing reeked of a bargain he made with some demonic power.

As the cab drove me to Tacoma, I thought about my future. I wouldn’t be Mark and Mary’s sex slave again, not if I could help it. But, maybe, they would let me be their… adviser. Their Vizier, since they were quickly getting a religious following. I would be their court magician, informing them about magic, and maybe I would make my own deal with the Devil.

As long as I stayed subservient to them, there was no reason that I couldn’t have some fun with my new girl-dick.

“Thanks,” I told the cab, paying him from money I swiped out of the basement—Mark and Mary easily had a million in cash from robbing banks just lying around in the open down there.

I headed into the club after bribing the bouncer to avoid the line. The place looked popular. It was my first time in a club. The music boomed so loud, the bass thudding dubstep. It was dark inside, various colored spotlights flashing about the club. There was a bar and circular tables on one side, and a large dance floor on the other. The club was filled with women of all shapes and races: lipstick lesbians, punk girls with spiked hair, butch women with short hair, goth girls in depressing blacks, and many more.

Well, it may be my first time, but I needed to get out there and find me the right girl. I joined the dance floor and relaxed. It was… fun gyrating. I had spent my college education studying my ass off. There wasn’t time for fun. My family worked hard to send me to college, saving all their money from the dry cleaners and nail salons they owned.

This was what college was like when you had fun.

I drank colorful cocktails between dancing and grinding on the dance floor. It took me a bit to find the right girl who I could connect with. I enjoyed myself, sometimes getting quite sexual with the girls, almost tribbing them on the dance floor.

My time in the harem had lifted my inhibitions.

And then I met a girl with the most unusual hair: half was dyed bubblegum pink, the other half cotton-candy blue. I ground on her in the middle of the dance floor, feeling an electric connection between us. Maybe it was the music or the alcohol.

“Love your hair,” I said to her as the first song ended. “Like cotton candy.”

“That’s my name,” she winked. “Candy.”

I blinked. Was it her real name or an affectation?

“I love your glasses. They are sooo cute. Makes you look like a naughty nerd.”

I smiled at her, our bodies pressing tight together. Her hair flashed about her shoulders. Our thighs slipped between the other’s legs. “I am a naughty nerd,” I moaned, grinding on her thigh as a new song started up.

“Good,” she laughed.

Candy was quite affectionate, and her mouth was sweet as her name. She was short, like me, and very curvy, unlike me. We soon found our way to one of the couches that lined the wall of the club, making out as we stretched on it. Her hand slipped under my short skirt and played with my shaved pussy as we kissed.

It was happening faster than I expected. But this club appeared to be the place where adult activities were ignored by the staff. I didn’t mind. I had bared all in front of so many people. Being Mark and Mary’s slut had really boosted my self-confidence.

Since Candy played with my pussy, sending wicked flutters through my body, I figured I would return the favor. My hand pushed underneath her skirt, sliding up her smooth thigh, and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties.

How naughty of her. I approved.

I ran my finger through her smooth pussy lips, loving how she shuddered beneath me. I gathered up a copious coating of her juices. I broke the kiss so I could suck them into my mouth.

“Mmm, you taste as sweet as candy,” I joked when I popped out my fingers.

She licked her lips. “Why do you think I’m called Candy?”

“Because of the hair.”

She shook her head and gave a wicked giggle.

I laughed and kissed her again, savoring the flavor of her lips as my hips grew more and more excited. This was it. I would get my girl-cock. She was lithe and eager beneath me, undulating with a fierce passion. She grabbed my hips and pulled me tight, our clits rubbing together, sparks of pleasure shooting through the both of us.

The spell required me to “lie with a woman as if I were a man, and fully know her.” It sounded like a euphemism for tribadism. When I “fully know her,” which I hoped means the both of us cumming, I had to utter the Hebrew word for cock: Shophkah.

All the spells that I had seen were Hebrew words. I had only translated maybe a sixth of the book and skimmed the rest.

Our pussies ground together harder and faster, our orgasms building. The music pumped around us. If people watched us, I didn’t notice. I was too enraptured by her presence, the taste of her lip gloss, the feel of her body, her clit, the beating of my heart, the anticipation of what was to come. My first spell cast, sprouting a cock, fucking Candy with it so hard.

“Oh yes!” Candy gasped. “Oh, god yes! I love this couch! I always get lucky on this couch!”

I tribbed harder and harder, my pussy clenching. “Oh, yeah? Who else have you done this with?”

“Oh, this beautiful, auburn-haired woman!” she gasped. “Two weeks ago. She was the most stunningly gorgeous woman in the world! It was that Mary woman. The one with Mark. The guy who might be a god! Ooh, she might be a goddess!”

What a small world that Mary had tribbed this slut on this couch.

My excitement built, grinding harder. I wanted to give sweet Candy a treat Mary hadn’t. Give her pleasure beyond anything she could imagine. I would be so wicked. My pussy clenched, the orgasm building faster and faster.

Candy shuddered beneath me, so hot and lithe. She gasped out in wordless pleasure. I think she was close cumming. She bucked hard up into me. As she did, she slipped a hand down to my ass. A finger entered my crack and brushed my asshole. When her finger slid into my ass, I slammed my clit into hers, my bowels burning with delight.

Candy bucked beneath and shirked, “Fuck, fuck, that’s so good!” She wiggled her finger deeper into my bowels. “I’m cumming!”

This was it. I let myself go, savoring the duel delights of her clit rubbing on mine and her finger reaming my asshole. I bucked and shuddered. I pressed my lips into her ear as my pussy convulsed. Pleasure exploded through me.

“Shophkah!”

Warmth bubbled out of my pussy and pleasure shook through my body as my clit became red hot. The magic was real. I could feel it. I ground harder into her as my clit burned hotter and hotter, the spell settling into my nub.

And then my clit grew longer. I could feel it engorging and lengthening. The swelling tip pressed at the entrance of Candy’s pussy. It pushed into her sheath as it grew. My eyes widened at the sudden burst of pleasure. I was surrounded by her warm, slippery flesh. It was better than I imagined it would be.

My hips pumped my girl-cock inside her delightful cunt.

Candy’s eyes opened in shock. “What the fuck!” she gasped. “Is that a dildo? Where the fuck did you hide that?”

I wanted to answer, but I was too lost in the pleasure. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock. It was so exquisite I didn’t have the energy to care about anything other than pumping it in and out of her depths.

“Shit, that feels too real.” Candy groaned. “Oh, fuck. You’re thick. And it’s still growing. Oh, my god. What is it?”

My clit-dick reached its full girth as I pumped over and over into her. No wonder Mark fucked every piece of ass he could get his hands on. This was exquisite. It was like having my clit rubbed by the hottest, wettest, silkiest flesh in the world. She was tight. She gripped me. My eyes rolled back in my head.

As I fucked her, Candy’s hand wormed between our bodies, sliding down to feel where my cock penetrated her cunt. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft plunging into her cunt and followed it to the base. Her eyes widened in amazement as she realized what she felt. Her fingers slipped underneath and found my wet pussy.

“Holy shit! You have a cock now!”

“Yeah,” I panted, finally managing to find words. I fucked her harder. A pressure grew inside me, aching to explode out of my cock.

“How?”

“Magic.”

She let out a throaty moan. “I love magic! Fuck me with your magical girl-dick! Oh, yes! Just like hentai! A futanari! I’m being fucked by a futanari!”

Her hips thrust up to meet me as I kissed her sweet lips. I devoured her mouth, kissing her as hard as I fucked her pussy.

I loved her pussy. My cock felt so amazing in her slippery depths. I was completely enveloped in warm, soft flesh. Every movement of my cock built the pleasure swelling inside me. I fucked her faster and faster, an overwhelming urge to cum as fast as possible propelling my hips.

This urge to cum drove all thoughts from my mind. I just needed the explosion.

She worked her hips just as frantically. She broke the kiss, gasping, “Cum in me. Fire that girl-jizz in me, futanari!”

She came. The excitement sent her over the edge. Her pussy massaged my dick with heavenly silk. It was amazing. I shuddered, my hips now pumping at a frantic rate. I had to spill in her. She pushed a second finger into my asshole, pumping it as she thrashed beneath me.

Her orgasm died down, but she kept humping. The fingers drilling my asshole drove me wild. Every sensation built the pressure. And then it hit a plateau. I had to cum. There was no stopping it. My hips jackhammered her cunt.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Candy.”

“Yes, yes, do it. Cum in me, futanari!”

I slammed my cock in her. The pressure shot out of my ovaries. I spilled my seed into Candy’s sweet cunt. I grunted with every blast. My pussy spasmed. Feminine and masculine orgasms wracked my body. The intense bliss of my cock erupting crashed through the gentler waves washing out of my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Holy shit!” More blasts flooded her pussy as she came again, her cunt contracting pleasantly about my cock. “Holy shit, futanari!”

My orgasm peaked. My final blast of cum spurted out into her. And then I collapsed on her. I gasped for breath. My mind saturated with bliss. I had never felt the like before in my life. It was amazing. Stupendous.

“Futanari… You are amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted.

I concentrated, on my clit. The spell said I could summon and dismiss the cock at will. I focused on it shrinking, and it did. My cock withdrew from her cunt until it was back to being my tiny, little clit. I sat up from her, trembling. Candy just gaped, rubbing her eyes as she saw my dickless groin.

“Wow, oh, wow! Can you fuck me with that again, futanari?”

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