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And He proclaimed before the gathered faithful this command: “Love each other.” It was simple, so pure, and so full of truth. And there they loved each other, the first worship orgy to the Living Gods.

—The First Book of Vivian 16:3

Mary Sullivan

I woke up to Mark standing by Xiu’s bed, holding her hand as he watched her sleep. He looked so strong, his muscular body stretching out his shirt. He had changed so much since Mom gave him her Gift, his body transformed into a hunk.

So sexy.

With a purr I stood up and pressed against his back, my arms wrapped about him.

“Hey, Mare,” he said, his voice distant, remote.

“What’s wrong?”

“Bad dreams,” he answered. “Xiu woke up for a moment.”

“She did.” I smiled and peeked around him to staring down at her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful. “Good.”

I slid around him to kiss his cheek and then both our stomachs growled loudly.

We ate breakfast at the hospital before returning to Xiu’s room. It was a serviceable breakfast. We had a bubble of space around us thanks to our armed bodyguards, keeping back the gawking staff. Our bodyguards looked tired, but 51 and her girls were devoted to protecting us.

They had to be. We commanded it.

Xiu was awake when we returned to her room. “Mistress,” she groaned when we walked in, her eyes blinking. “Master.”

“Xiu,” I smiled, moving to her bed and sitting down beside her. I took her hand. “How do you feel?”

“Tired.” Her voice was weak.

“Any pain?”

She shook her head. “Why? What happened?”

“We were attacked yesterday,” Mark told her. “You were shot. You almost died.”

I bit my lip. “Xiu, they had to perform a hysterectomy to save your life.”

Xiu blinked as I caressed her hand. “I… I can’t have… Master’s children?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Mark told her, stroking her forehead. “It just matters that you’re alive.” Then he sighed, and told her about Chasity’s death.

Xiu fell back asleep, tears staining her eyes.

Mark didn’t set her free like we had the other sex slaves. She was too weak to face the truth of what we did to her. When she was better, we could let her go. Mark kissed her forehead then suggested we check on the other wounded bodyguards.

It wasn’t good. One had died during the night: 30. Six bodyguards and Chasity dead. Tears fell down my cheeks. 04 and 47 were still unconscious. But the other eighteen were conscious and eating breakfast. They had suffered a variety of gunshots, some more serious than others. Four were well enough to be discharged this morning, having only taken grazing wounds.

They were all happy to see us.

Noon approached as we finished visiting the bodyguards. “51,” Mark ordered the Black woman who seemed to be in charge of the bodyguard now, “We’re heading home.”

Had Chasity setup a chain of command that put 51 in charge? Or of the six fit for duty after the firefight, had she been the one to step up and take charge of the bodyguard?

“Yes, sir,” 51 nodded then barked orders to fetch the cop cars.

Mark and I rode in the back of 51’s squad car—my poor, sporty Eos was destroyed in the firefight along with Mark’s Mustang. I trembled in the back of the car. It was time to find out if any of our sluts would stay with us.

Mark stared out the window, remote, silent. I leaned against him. “You still have me. No matter what the sluts decide.”

“I still don’t want them to leave us,” Mark said. “I want them all to stay.”

I leaned against him. “Me, too.” Tears beaded my eyes. “I love them, Mark. They’re our family. But we can’t force them to stay and put them in danger.”

Mark nodded his head. “No, now we can’t. Not after Chasity and 30 and…” His words trailed off, his jaw set.

Tears burned in my eyes.

A huge crowd awaited us outside the entrance of the street we lived on. I expected the media to be there, but not the others. They swamped the street in both directions, holding signs and cheering loudly as we approached. There were easily more than a hundred of them. Maybe two hundred.

“Holy shit,” Mark said, reading the signs.

My eyes widened.

They said things like: “I worship you,” and “Mark Glassner is God,” and “I slept with a god” and “The Living God Walks Among Us” and more. The majority of those gathered were women, some flashing their tits at us, but there were men, too.

“What the fuck is this about?” Mark asked me.

“I don’t know.”

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary’s eyes were wide as she stared at me. The roar of the crowd intensified. I could hear people calling me a god. My eyes scanned the women. I recognized a few I had fucked before. Some were completely topless, their tits painted with more slogans.

“Sir,” 51 said. “Your miraculous healing is all over the internet. It went viral. Some people think you’re a god.”

“Stop the car,” I ordered. I had to tell people that I wasn’t a god. This was ridiculous.

“Mark?” Mary asked as 51 stopped. The crowd cheered louder.

“Let’s put a stop to this,” I said and stepped out of the car.

The crowd fell to their knees at the sight of me and bowed. Some pressed their faces all the way to the pavement. I blinked in shock. Their cries rolled over me, their faces showing rapture and love.

“My God!”

“Bless me!”

“I am yours!”

“Take me!”

My dick hardened at the sight of bared breasts and wanton looks. There were beauties in the crowd, women I had enjoyed. I spotted the Cunningham twins, Daisy and Rose, both blondes topless and rubbing their tits together. There was the girl I fucked in the theater, one hand shoved between her thighs, masturbating. The woman I fucked in the restroom of the car lot. Vivian and Cindy from the coffee shop. The busty girl from the orgy in the locker room. The redhead I gave to her boyfriend as a sex slave, kneeling, a collar tight about her neck, a leash clutched in his hand. Several girls from the Buy Best orgy. The hot wife I fucked while her husband watched. He stood beside her.

Their love, their devotion, their worship was so intoxicating. I raised my hands up and they hushed in excited anticipation of what I would say. They were obeying me without me even giving them a command. An intoxicating rush shot through me. This was power. I was power. I could do things that no normal person ever could. I was better than them. I could guide them, shape them. Make them better than what had been before. Mary wanted me to become a politician to change the world. This wasn’t much different.

Besides, how could I refuse these people?

“What is your commandment, my Lord?” a man shouted.

“Love each other.”

I did not know why that phrase appeared on my lips, but it felt right. A groan went through the crowd and the Cunningham twins rose to their feet, their breasts both bare, both perfect and firm with youth, and so lovely and identical. “It’s as we told you,” the twin with the shorter hair cried. “Mark taught our family to love each other unconditionally.”

“We have to love each other,” the other answered. “Follow our example and obey our god.”

Rose grabbed Daisy, and the twin girls kissed passionately, their naked breasts pressed tight, their arms entwining about each other’s bodies in incestuous passion. The sight of it took my breath away as the twin sisters loved each other.

A groan went through the crowd as everyone watched the twins kiss. And then they copied, obeyed. People grabbed each other, hugging and kissing, following the twin girls’ examples. Men kissed women and women kissed women. Mothers kissed daughters and sons kissed mothers. Brothers kissed sisters and daughters kissed fathers.

Nothing was taboo if it was consensual.

Mary stepped out of the car, giving me an uncertain look. I saw the question in her eyes: Why are you allowing this, Mark? And then another wave of shouts rose from the crowd, “My Goddess!” and, “The most Beautiful of Women!”

They loved her. As she stood next to me, she shuddered at the wave of adoration coming from the crowd. It was love. Pure, unadulterated love. Nothing was more loving than worship. I drank it in along with Mary. She took my hand as they chanted her name.

A Black woman knelt before her. “Let me pleasure you, my Goddess!”

Clothing flew off as the worshipers’ passions increased. Several with instruments begin playing a low, primal beat. Deep drums accompanied by steel-string guitars. Everywhere you looked, people were loving each other, worshiping us with their bodies. Some bowed before us, baring breasts and begging for our blessing while others followed Daisy and Rose’s example, sixty-nining or even fucking right there on the street as the media watched.

“My daughter and I want to worship you,” an older woman gasped, leading her eighteen-year-old daughter forward. They looked so similar, the same tawny hair, the same delicate cheeks, but the mother had fuller lips and bigger breasts, while the daughter had the smooth, fresh skin of youth and tits that seemed to defy gravity.

“Please, sir,” the daughter said, cupping her breasts.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Worship me. Worship your god.”

They both shuddered when I said those words. I gripped Mary’s hand as mother and daughter fell to their knees and attacked my cock. Their tongues licked up the tip until they reached the crown, swirling and brushing each other. I groaned, my heart pounding faster and faster. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

They kissed each other around the head of my cock, their tongues caressing each other. I gripped both their hairs and moaned as they took turns sucking my cock into their mouths. One after the other, sucking, nibbling, teasing me.

“That’s how you worship your god,” I groaned, staring at the orgy. The Cunningham twins devoured each other’s pussies, gasping and moaning. A young man fucked what looked like his busty mother, her tits jiggling from the vigor of his thrusts. Another woman sucked one cock while a second fucked her from behind.

Mary clutched my hand hard. I glanced at her as I savored the mother and daughter’s lips nibbling on my dick. My fiancee leaned against 51’s cop car as the Black woman devoured her pussy. My naughty filly’s face crested with pleasure.

I watched her lips as she moaned, her voice drowned out by the worshipers. Her body convulsed as she orgasmed. The Black woman looked so happy when her face came away sticky. Immediately, another worshiper—a Black, young man—grabbed the woman. They kissed, then the young man mounted her and fucked her with his cock.

Was he her son? Or was he a complete stranger?

“Shit,” I groaned, my head swimming. So much sex. So many gasps and moans. Cum spurted from dicks, painting heaving bodies. Women licked jizz from other sluts’ tits. Men rammed cocks into holes.

My dick ached as the mother sucked on the tip. Her daughter nuzzled at my balls with her sweet mouth. I groaned, my nuts tightening. It was all so exciting. There was no holding back my orgasm. All these people fucking because of us, worshiping us with sex.

The world swam as my dick erupted.

I flooded the mother’s mouth with my cum. Each blast sent shuddering bliss through me. I added my moans to the worshipers, clutching Mary’s hand as my follower drank my cum, her eyes shining with joy.

She ripped her mouth from my dick, cheeks bulging with my jizz. My dick spurted a final time, splashing onto her large breasts and neck. A look of ecstasy painted her face as my spunk ran thickly down her heaving bosom. Her daughter released my balls and scooped up a glob of cum off her mother’s breast. She brought it reverently to her lips. Then they kissed, snowballing my cum as other women swarmed them, wanting to eat my seed.

“It’s holy,” a woman moaned in ecstasy. “His jizz is holy.”

Mary pulled me back as others begged to be used. She slid into the car. Frowning, I followed her in. Her face twisted with conflicting emotions as I sat down beside her. I gave her a look and squeezed her hand.

“What?”

“Take us to the house, 51,” Mary ordered.

“Talk to me, Mare.”

She glanced at me as the patrol car pulled away from the worship orgy and turned into our street. “This is wrong, Mark.”

“Why?” I asked. “We didn’t make them do anything.”

Mary bit her lip. “They think we’re…”

“Gods?” I asked her, a smile on my lips. “Why not? We have these powers. Didn’t it feel amazing as they all chanted your name?”

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. “It was…” She trailed off, her face twisting again.

“Intoxicating?” I finished.

“Yes,” Mary sighed. “Fuck, I can’t help it. I can’t. It’s soooo overwhelming. I don’t know what to think. But… it was so hot. They called me a goddess, Mark. A goddess. It’s too much.”

“I know,” I grinned, buzzing high from the simple blowjob.

“We need to be careful, Mark. We can’t abuse this.”

I reached out and stroked her freckled cheek. “Of course we will be careful, Mare.”

She was right. We wouldn’t have more victims. But they chose to worship us. I didn’t command it. And that made it so sweet. I wouldn’t give this up. How far would this spread? How would the world change?

My giddiness evaporated as I stared at the neighborhood. Evidence of the firefight still littered the area. There were boarded-up windows and cars riddled with bullet holes. Red stains dotted the asphalt. 51 pulled up to our house, several windows broken.

My stomach twisted. The sluts were in there, waiting. How many would stay? We might be gods to those outside, but our sex slaves knew the truth. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, Mary following. We didn’t say a word as we walked up to the house, Mary clinging to my arm.

And then I heard the distant cries of our worshipers. If the sluts abandoned us, we still had our worshipers. Women who would be thrilled to be our sluts. It would be their choice to do any nasty, filthy thing we wanted.

I put on a smile as we walked into the house.

The sluts were all waiting in the dining room just like we ordered, all silent. I surveyed them as we paused in the entrance way. Some wore their chokers and others did not. Well, it seemed that some of them would be staying. Alison and Desiree were holding each other’s hands, their chokers tight about their throats. Violet and April both wore their chokers, too, and behind them Lillian lounged, fingering hers.

I was happy to see that Korina was wearing her choker, too. She was carrying my child.

“Sam, is there a way to break the bond?” I asked her then blinked in surprise. There was a woman sitting on Sam’s lap, her hair dyed half-pink and half-blue. They were both dressed in party dresses, Sam in a blue sequined dress and the girl in a gauzy, pink dress.

“Yes.” A yawn spread across Sam’s round face. She rubbed her dark, almond eyes. “It’s quite simple. Just touch the person, concentrate on the chain binding the two of you, and say Parats. That’s the Hebrew word for ‘to break.’ In fact all the spells are just Hebrew words. It’s quite fascinating.”

“So, I take it you want to be freed?” I asked her before she went off on one of her long-winded explanations.

“Well, you need me,” Sam said. “But, I don’t want to be one of your… sluts. I’ll advise you on magic. Let me be your Vizier. The only payment I want is Candy here.”

I glanced at Candy. “You want to be hers?”

“She can do magic,” Candy giggled.

“Fine,” I told Sam. “You have to tell us whatever we need to know. You can never tell anyone else what you know. You can ignore any other commands. Candy, you belong to Sam now. Do whatever she wants.”

Fiona stepped up in front of me, anger on her face, and slapped me. Hard. “Bastard,” she snarled. “Free me.”

I grabbed her shoulders, rage stirring through me as my cheek throbbed. I could keep her, make her love me again. Make her pay for slapping me. Then I caught Mary’s gaze. She gave a slight, warning shake of her head.

No.

Mary was right, it was better that they wanted to be ours. I focused on the chains binding the two of us and said, “Parats.”

Fiona and I both flinched. It was like a rubber band holding us together had just been severed. We both stumbled back, Fiona falling against the dining room table as I caught Mary’s arm to steady myself.

“I’m free,” Fiona whispered, half in astonishment, half in joy. And then she swept out of the room, her strawberry-blonde hair flowing behind her.

Noel was stoic silence when I released her. Thamina was icy calm, modestly clad in a long skirt and headscarf. She strode out without a word. Willow walked up and I grabbed her, about to release her, too, when she shook her head. “Like Sam, I think we can come to an understanding.”

“What?” Mary asked.

“I’ll run your charity,” Willow smiled. “Let me choose the staff, and I’ll be more than happy to run the clinic. Just let me play with the girls.”

“Done,” I told her, with a smile. “Install some cameras, though. Mary will want to watch.”

“Horny stallion,” Mary said fondly.

Willow laughed. “Sure, Mark.”

“And the rest of you want to be our sex slaves?” I asked, surveying them.

“Yes!” Alison threw up her arms in celebration. “Desiree, too.”

Desiree nodded. “Alison convinced me.”

Jessica walked towards us, her choker about her neck. “You’re the most powerful people in the world. I want to be a part of this.”

“I don’t want to go back to my mom,” Violet whispered.

April gripped her hand and smiled at me. She happily said, “I love you both.”

“You’re too much fun, Master,” Lillian said with a sultry laugh. “And Mistress is just to die for.”

Korina walked over and stood next to Jessica, her hand rubbing her belly. “I love you, Master. I’m having your baby. And I love you, too, Mistress.”

“Then you’re our sex slaves forever,” I ordered. “You’ll do whatever Mary or I tell you, no matter how depraved or filthy the command is.”

The seven sluts knelt before us and beamed. “We are yours,” they said in unison, love shining in their eyes. “Forever.”

And, as the sluts engulfed Mary and me in a press of delightful female flesh, I thought I heard a feminine voice, ringing like a ball, whisper, “Progress.”

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Lilith – The Abyss

I hovered over Karen as she slept. My vessel grew inside her belly. Already her stomach bowed like a woman pregnant six months. It wouldn’t be long, only a few more weeks until she gave birth, and then I would be free of the Abyss forever.

Lucifer would be trapped, and I would remake the world into a feminine utopia. My followers would spread their thighs for me and birth my new monstrous daughters. The Black Womb would pour its seed across the world.

And no one, especially not Mark Glassner, would stop me, no matter how many deluded sheep thought he was a god.

I was a god. A goddess. I was divine. And the women of the world would bathe in my radiance.

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