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And there, in the field behind their Blessed dwelling, the first tent was raised and consecrated with their Holy Passion. The Church of the Living Gods birthed in lust and love.

—First Book of Vivian 16:45-46

Friday, June 28th, 2013 – Daisy Cunningham

“Okay, set up the tent over there,” my twin sister Rose said, her blonde hair gathered in a long braid, a straw hat shading her face from the hot, afternoon sun. “That’s perfect for the pavilion”

“Yes, Priestess,” answered the brawny man who then barked orders to the others. Men and women, though mostly men, began working to set up the huge tent where the fledgling Church of the Living Gods would meet in worship.

I still wasn’t sure how my sister and I became priestesses for the fledgling religion. It just happened. At the worship orgy yesterday, everyone remembered our God Mark speaking directly to us. And then we began preaching about how They changed our lives. They listened. We talked about love and how it was what the Living Gods wanted from us. Like He taught our family in the garden section of the Lawn & Care store. A few weeks back, He had changed us. My twin sister and I loved our mother and father with all our hearts and bodies.

We had such wicked family nights now.

“Love each other,” Rose had preached in the midst of the orgy on the street. “Demonstrate your love to each other. Do not let society tell you what is right and wrong when it comes to love. Do not be repressed by the antiquated morals of the religions of by-gone days. Follow the simple teaching of our Living Gods and just love each other!”

“That is what They want,” I had answered, standing naked with her, holding my twin’s hand. “Let no barrier prevent you from loving another. I love my sister. We were blessed by the Living Gods themselves. They opened our eyes and allowed us to act on the desires we had long repressed.”

And then I had kissed my twin sister hard, and we had made love again while everyone watched us. Yesterday’s orgy was amazing. I couldn’t even count how many times I came or with whom. It was just flesh loving flesh, worshiping our Gods with our bodies.

Rose took my hand, flashing me a smile I knew so well. She was happy. We were official ministers now, signed up on Washington State’s website. We had support from the Gods, too. One of the Holy Sluts, Jessica, had given us the money to buy the tent last night and permission to use the empty field They owned.

It was amazing how fast the world could change. On Wednesday, I knew the Gods were amazing people, but I hadn’t recognized their divinity until I saw the Miracle on television. He healed himself after being shot a dozen times. He rose out of death, proving He was a living God. It was astounding. And others saw it, too. There were over two hundred people loving each other on the street outside their house.

I liked the Church of the Living Gods to be our official name, but people were calling us Markites, Miraclists, and Glassnerians. The Gods owned this lot, and they allowed us to set up our tent here.

“I see everything’s going well,” a woman said.

We turned and smiled at Beth Phillips. We weren’t the only women to rise in prominence in the church. When everyone found out Beth, fucked in the restroom of a car dealership by Him, was pregnant with His child, they venerated her. She became an almost saint-like presence, dubbed a “Blessed Mother” alongside Vivian Anders, also pregnant with His child.

“Blessed Mother,” my sister and I said as Beth joined us. “It will be grand.”

“Vivian is back from the printer,” Beth said. “You should see how well the picture of the Holy Martyrs turned out.”

A tinge of sadness touched my heart as I thought of Chastity and the other brave bodyguards who died defending our Gods from the evil of the foul Nuns. “Good,” I nodded. “I want them hung up in the entrance. I want everyone to see them and remember their sacrifice. Holy Chasity saved our Goddess’s life.”

Beth nodded, tears in her eyes. She turned to the tent erecting fast under the supervision of a few of the church’s members who knew how to do it. So many of the Church were women, His and Hers lovers. Many were at the Buy Best during the orgy. I heard it had to close down today because there were not enough employees to staff it. I was already meeting some of the orgy’s lucky participants: Kevin and Jessie, Ashley and her lesbian wife. Erin and her husband Bill, Veronica and her husband Marshal.

I spotted Vivian walking through the field with her lover, Cynthia. Both had witnessed the first union between our Gods. Vivian was already writing her account down to educate our growing flock.

“This is amazing,” I whispered as the tent rose higher and higher. “They will be so proud of us.”

My sister glanced over her shoulder at Their house. It was a simple dwelling for a God. They were on the porch. My eyes widened, seeing Them naked, unashamed, His arms wrapped about Her body, Her hair burning in the sunshine. Their bodies writhed in obvious passion as They watched us set up the worship tent.

I fell to my knees. “They’re blessing us,” I whispered, my heart racing. Ecstasy rushed through me as I watched Her breasts jiggle. I could almost hear Their moans. “Praise Their names.”

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Beth said, kneeling beside me, her hands clasped against her stomach. A demigod grew in her belly. “I wish I was a holy slut. That He had claimed me.”

“We do as well,” Rose sighed. “But They have other plans for us. We are here to shepherd Their flock. To be symbols of Their teachings. It is why we weren’t chosen to serve Them directly. They knew we would be needed.”

Beth’s eyes widened. “Yes, yes, chosen to help the church.”

Her beatific moans drifted on the wind as She achieved Her climax. “Blessed be Her pleasure,” I whispered. “May it always flow with love.”

* * *

Brian Carpenter

I grunted, straining with the others, pulling on the guideline to raise the final part of my pavilion. My girlfriend and sex slave, Suzette, stood before me, a collar tight about her neck, her leash looped over my right wrist. The collar and leash were presents from her. I had come home to find her kneeling, holding them and begging me to collar and leash her and to never let her go.

How could I say no?

Our relationship had transformed over the last two weeks. Before, we were sexually repressed Christians. We hadn’t done more than hold hands and traded the most chaste of kisses. And though we knew we would get married, we both wanted to be virgins. To be good Christians.

And then He appeared at her college and changed her. And while Suzette wasn’t a virgin our first time, it was still magical. She submitted to me. She let me act out the secret desires lurking in my soul, the shameful impulses that I had hid from her out of guilt. Because I was taught to feel guilty about wanting to tie her up, to spank her, to have her submission, to show her my love through my dominance, and to feel her love as she obeyed with a smile on her lips.

And it turned out she was the opposite of me—the submissive yearning to be dominated. The Living God had seen into our hearts, and He had set us free of guilt and shame and let us be happy. Since then, we had lived in BDSM bliss as Master and Slave, experimenting, trying out all the things we had learned, growing closer and closer together.

“Almost there,” boomed Marshal, guiding us as we lifted the cord. He was an older man, his wife absolutely gorgeous, a bottle blonde with red highlights in her hair. They were awakened at the Buy Best orgy. “And that’s it.”

A great cheer went through the assembled crowd as the tent was raised. Suzette turned, beaming at me and then fell to her knees, her natural position. She hugged my legs, resting her head on my hip, facing my crotch. My dick ached in my jeans as I gripped her leash.

More than a few gave me envious, though friendly, looks. The Living Gods had sex slaves, and I already had my own.

“I can’t wait for the marriage ceremonies,” Suzette gushed. It was why the tent was raised so fast. There were many in the church who wanted to marry, relationships no minister or judge would ever recognize.

But the Living Gods were here to change that. There was nothing wrong with incest or homosexuality or BDSM.

“She is beautiful,” Marshal said to me, nodding at my slave. “Though I doubt I could get my wife to kneel like that.”

His wife, a busty blonde, laughed. “Afraid not, honey.”

“Slave,” I said, stroking her auburn hair gathered in a ponytail. I loved holding her hair like a leash.

“Yes, Master?” she purred, her eyes flashing up at me.

“Suck my cock.”

Her smile grew. “Yes, Master.”

“Damn,” Marshal groaned as Suzette’s fingers unzipped my jeans. Her hand reached in, pushing through the silt in the front of my boxers and pulling out my cock. She didn’t hesitate to suck it with everyone watching us. “Life is changing so fast.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “She can suck your cock, too, once she’s finished. She’s a good slave.”

“Damn,” Marshal grunted again, looking at his wife. “But, no. I have all the woman I need right here.”

Veronica let out a sigh and leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder. “Such a sweetie. Maybe I should suck your cock.”

“Or I could lick your cunt,” he told her.

“Mmm, later,” she purred. “I have something to prove, Sir.”

I frowned. She called him sir, but he said she wasn’t his submissive, and she didn’t act like it. But my mind couldn’t focus as Suzette’s wonderful mouth sucked so hard on my dick. I groaned, stroking her hair, savoring her mouth bobbing, her tongue swirling.

Her hand cupped my balls as Veronica unzipped her husband’s pants and fished out a hard dick. She sucked on it hard, bobbing, proving that she could suck her man’s cock just as well as my slave could.

I grinned at Marshal.

He grinned back.

“What a wonderful world,” Marshal groaned, running his hand through his wife’s hair.

“Amen,” I groaned, Suzette sucking even harder. Her fingers were wonderful on my balls. I stared down, looking into her eyes, seeing the love shining back.

She proved her love every day with her submission. She trusted me to love her, take care of her, and give her what she needed. My hand tightened on her ponytail, holding it as a second leash as my dick ached in her mouth. She sucked as much of my cock into her mouth as she could take then drew it back so slowly.

I groaned, my head throwing back. My eyes fluttered at the pleasure shooting through me. My balls churned and boiled, my cum rising swiftly. I saw women watching us, envy in their eyes. They wanted to be sucking cock, to be worshiping a hard man. I spotted other couples engaging in sex, women sucking on dicks, men or women licking pussy.

“Suzette,” I groaned. “That’s it. Bob that mouth. Oh, you’re just perfect. My submissive slave. Oh, damn, I want to take you with me. I want to show the world your submission.”

A shudder ran through her. She sucked so hard, her tongue brushing my crown. Her cheeks hollowed. She was so enthusiastic So eager to be seen, to be paraded to everyone. The look in her eyes pushed me over the edge.

I erupted into her mouth.

“Drink it all,” I moaned “Oh, yes, you were such a good slave. Oh, damn, what a blowjob. Oh, Suzette, yes.”

She swallowed every drop, gulping it down, her thighs squirming as she savored it. Her tongue probed at the slit, sending final shudders of pleasure through my body before she popped her mouth off my dick.

“Mmm, Master, that is a wonderful idea.”

“Showing you off to the world?”

“Exactly. Missionaries,” she grinned. “We can be missionaries for Them. We can spread the word of the Living Gods, using our love as an example. Please, Master. Just like we used to talk about with Christianity.”

My heart quickened. I nodded my head. “You are wonderful, slave.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I cast my head around, looking for the twin priestesses. I spotted Rose and Daisy. Beside us, Marshal shuddered, cumming in his wife’s mouth as Suzette put away my cock, giving my dick’s tip a final kiss, before zipping me up.

I pulled on her leash. “Come along.”

I walked towards the twin sisters. They looked identical save for their hair. Daisy’s was short, falling about her shoulders, while her sister had a long braid falling down her back. Both blonde, both nubile and sexy. They stood with proud expressions by Beth Phillips, a woman in her mid-twenties, her fine hair a lighter shade of blonde than the twins.

“Blessed Mother,” I said to her, nodding my head. It was strange to say, but religion always had its little ritual “priestesses.”

“It’s Brian, right?” Rose asked, giving me a smile. “And Suzette. My, aren’t you just the picture of submission?”

“Thank you, Priestess,” she nodded then glanced up at me.

“I think the church needs missionaries,” I said, a nervous tremble shooting through me. I was only eighteen, and though the twins were my age, they were still the priestesses, the ones taking charge of the religion. “People to go out and spread our religion, to preach.”

Suzette nodded her head.

“What a wonderful idea,” Daisy said, clapping her hands together. “And you two want to be missionaries?”

I nodded my head, eager. “Very much so.”

“I don’t see why the Living Gods would object,” Rose said, glancing over her shoulder. “Yes, Brian, you and Suzette can lead a mission to…” Her words trailed off. “It’s Them!”

The makeshift gate at the back of the fence separating the Living Gods’ backyard from the field opened. A pair of bodyguards stepped out first, eyes scanning, looking so lovely in their sultry garb. Then the Gods appeared, naked and gorgeous, both perfect examples of human beauty divided into the Masculine and Feminine forms.

I didn’t even remember falling to my knees as They approached. Suzette bowed low, her face pressed into the trampled grass, my hand resting on the back of her neck. The Gods approached, my eyes drinking in the beauty of the Goddess, Her firm tits bouncing, Her auburn hair spilling about naked shoulders. They walked naked and unashamed.

Of course. Why should anyone be ashamed at sharing their body? It was the outdated morality of the major religions who had filled us with such antiquated ideals as shame, modesty, sin. Our bodies were all beautiful in their own way.

“My Gods,” breathed one of the twins.

The Living Gods paused at the twins. He said, “You raised the tent already. Impressive, Daisy, Rose.”

“Thank you,” both girls gushed, ecstasy in their voices.

“Thank you for blessing us with your presence and helping us sanctify the worship area,” purred Rose.

“And for performing the marriage ceremonies tomorrow,” added Daisy, the twins working well together, both instinctively knowing how to talk without interrupting each other.

“Oh, it’s our honor,” the God said, “to help you embrace love.”

“Yes,” the Goddess agreed, Her voice beautiful but tight, almost reserved.

“And is that Suzette?” the God asked. “She’s the one who had your hair and led me to the locker room for such a delightful orgy.”

“Horny stallion,” laughed the Goddess, staring at my slave. “I can see why.” Her green eyes flitted to me. “You are a lucky, young man to have such a nubile slave.”

“Thank you, my Goddess,” I groaned.

Her smile grew… brittle for a moment. “Yes, yes. Well, I want you two to love each other forever. For you to be an amazing Master and for her to be your devoted slave.”

“Yes, my Goddess,” I breathed with my slave, the both of us trembling. The power of Her words wrapped about my soul.

“Brian and Suzette wish to be missionaries,” Daisy said, rising with her twin and walking with the Gods to the pavilion “To spread your Divine message.”

“Good,” He answered. “What do you think, Mare?”

“There’s no stopping this from spreading,” She answered. “They can go.”

“They approve, Master,” squealed Suzette. She threw her arms around my naked body. My heart throbbed. I loved her so much.

“Slave, we’re getting married tomorrow, blessed by our Gods, before we leave.”

“Yes, Master.” Ecstasy shone in her green eyes.

“Now let’s enjoy the worship orgy and bless the tent.”

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Noel Heinrich – Washington, DC

It was wonderful to be away from Mark Glassner and his abominable harem. My plane left SeaTac early and after a layover in Dallas, I had arrived back in the Capital. My brainwashed supervisors back in Tacoma—all under Mark’s powers—thought I was on a secret mission for the asshole. They would give me anything I wanted.

I wanted revenge. Mark Glassner killed the woman I loved. Mark and Mary put Chasity into harm’s way and she died, killed in the nun’s attack. She was a slave. She had no choice but to protect them. Even worse, Mark Glassner’s power swelled. He had a church now. Several hundred deluded people who thought that immature asshole was a god.

And his power would only spread. He would get into politics. How long until he was on the campaign trail, using his mind control to force people to vote for him? In three years, when the next presidential election would be held, I bet Mark Glassner would be on the ticket.

If he hadn’t just ordered the country to let him be president by then.

America was about to fall under a tyrant’s rule. And I would stop him. I checked into my hotel room, paid for on the FBI’s dime, and grabbed my phone.

I called my mentor, Wyatt Kirby. The phone rang three times before he picked up. “Well, well, well, Noel Heinrich, I hadn’t heard from you in a while. Been too busy up in Seattle.” Amusement rang in his voice. “Too busy to call an old man and say hi.”

“I’ve been neck-deep in the Mark Glassner situation, sir.”

The amusement fled. “I heard you were… involved with him.”

“By involved, you mean under his mental domination and forced to be his whore.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Yes, that is what happened.”

“Sounds serious.”

“You have no idea.” I hesitated. “I need your help. And your resources.”

“Resources?” I could hear the caution in his voice “Why do you need my resources?”

“Not on the phone, sir. We need to meet in person.” I hesitated “And whatever you do, sir, do not watch any live broadcast of Mark Glassner or Mary Sullivan.”

“It can’t be that serious,” he laughed. “I thought it was a gas or something.”

“You have no idea, sir. How soon can we meet?”

“Well, I’m not in the country. I’ll be back Monday morning. Come on by to my house in Philadelphia. We’ll talk like old times.”

“Good, sir,” I said, letting out a sigh. “I need help on this one. He’s dangerous, and the FBI is compromised.”

“That is hard to believe.” He let out a sigh. He was once an FBI Agent, my trainer at Quantico when I first joined up. He retired not long after I made agent, founding a security consulting business which had made him a wealthy man the last few years.

“Sir, I know you’re a patriot,” I told him. “Believe me. What is coming will be dark and terrible, and we need to be ready to stop Mark Glassner.”

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