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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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And the God spoke, “I envision a world of love. A world without violence or hatred or pain. A world where all of mankind is finally united. No wars, no crime, no poverty. This is what I pledge to deliver to you. Peace.”

—Sayings 2:1

Sunday, June 30th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Puyallup, WA

“This is what I pledge to deliver to you. Peace,” I said as I stood before the crowd at the VFW Hall in downtown Puyallup, the third speech I had given today as part of my campaign to become the next State Representative. While Mary and I had been having fun at the Living Church the last two days, my sluts had been busy.

Desiree shocked us all when she admitted to working on a few campaigns in college, so I made her my campaign manager. With my power, running for office was all-too-easy. I was running unopposed now. My opponents in the primary had been two Democrats, a Republican, a Libertarian, and a Constitutionalist. After I called them up this morning, I had convinced them to give me their ringing endorsements.

So now was the perfect time to get out to the masses, to let them hear my desires, to command them to vote for me while also making them better people. I spoke about reforming marriage laws, decency laws, cleaning up crime, ending the prison system, and making our Country a paradise where no one was hurt.

It was almost as intoxicating as presiding over the orgies.

“I promise you that we will get all the guns out of the streets. No one will have them. No one will need them. Together, we shall ensure that no more are slain in senseless violence like Officer Chasity Vinters. She died defending the life of my fiancee and me.”

Cheers erupted through the halls.

“So that is why you all will vote for me come November. Together, we will make the world a better place.”

Their applause was so sweet, so ecstatic.

“Good work, honey,” Mary said. She stood on stage with me, wearing a pink dress, the kind a woman would wear in the board rooms—one part suit, the other part dress. I wore a suit myself, tie and all.

“Thank you, my friends,” I said, raising my hands as I drank in their applause. This is what Mary and I should have done right from the start. Making things better for the world. But we were so caught up in just having fun, in fucking every hot woman we could. If the nuns never attacked us, we would still be just having fun.

The bodyguard formed up around me, led by 51, as we moved through the crowd. Hands reached out for me. I shook them, grinning at the women, half-tempted to claim a pretty one to entertain me on the car ride to the airport. The cameras rolled. Debra Horne-Darnell at the fore with the other reporters. She was a true believer. Her broadcasts always espoused her support of Mary and me.

I nodded at her as we passed. Our limo waited outside. It was new. Leah waited with it, wearing the same sexy chauffeur outfit she had when she ferried us around New York City, her breasts stretching her blouse, her long legs covered in dark nylons while she had a smoky smile on her lips.

“My Lord,” she said, opening the limo’s door.

She was bound to us with the Zimmah ritual. Last night, Mary and I had ensured all our new and old servants—the pilots who flew our plane, the two stewardess who served us, and Leah and her spouses—were bound. But they all had the choice to walk away.

They didn’t.

“Thank you,” I smiled at her as I climbed in.

Jessica was already sitting inside, holding her tablet with my schedule. She wore a sexy secretary’s outfit, her caramel breasts straining the low-cut top. It was clear she wore no bra, her nipples hard. She had her legs crossed.

Sexy legs.

Mary slid in after me, followed by 51, who sat beside Jessica facing us. April and Lillian were also accompanying us on this trip, April working on a laptop on a project that had her so excited, while Lillian was naked, a glass of champagne in her hand, enjoying her life as our slave.

Leah closed the door. She climbed into the driver’s seat and the limo pulled away from the cheering crowds.

“The security company sent us the estimate for the new limo, Master,” Lillian reported between sips of her wine. “It’s pricey.”

I shrugged. “And?”

“And they say it’ll be top of the line. Like they would make for the president. Able to stop almost anything short of what the Military has.”

“Good,” I nodded as the limo pulled away.

“Oh, Master,” Jessica said, lowering her tablet. “We’ll be doing another interview in New York on Fox News. We’ll have to stay an extra day. Desiree will bump up your speeches on Tuesday, but it won’t be a problem.”

“Another interview?” I asked, blinking.

“People want to talk to you,” she laughed. We were on the way to the airfield to fly to New York for the prestigious Morning Today Show on NBC. It would be a live broadcast, and I was looking forward to it.

“Good,” Mary nodded. “The more exposure the better.”

“We might also be on one of the late night shows, too,” Jessica added. “A few are giving me nibbles.”

Jessica was our press secretary now. We didn’t need her working as a reporter any longer. We had Debra Horne-Darnell for that. Jessica had contacts, and she was using them to schedule interviews and help with our speeches which April wrote. We would make the world better, one way or the other.

“And 51, how is recruitment going?”

“Good, good. People are flocking in to worship you two,” 51 said. “And some of them are young, attractive women with law enforcement background. Others are physically fit and eager to serve you as a bodyguard. The bodyguard is… glamorous to them.” A smile crossed her ebony face. “The first ten have been ordered to attend the police academy. Once they’re finished, they’ll be ready to be inducted into the guard.”

I nodded my head. Our bodyguard was down to thirty members, and once we had our willing recruits, we planned on giving 51 and the others the same choice we gave the sluts, to stay or be set free. We had other worshipers being vetted to provide maintenance for our plane and to be nurses in our clinic, working under our former slut, Dr. Willow. Many of our worshipers were even volunteering their time and efforts in building the mansion, spearheaded by Rose and Daisy.

They felt so honored to build their God’s abode.

“Good,” Mary said. “The sooner we have a large number of bodyguards, the better.” Like me, she was worried about more people we forced to serve us being killed. 51 thought she was happy being the head of our bodyguard, but she had no choice. Already I had been in contact with the husband I forced her to divorce to make sure she could return to him if she chose to quit the bodyguard when we set her free.

And there were other women who deserved a choice. Mary and I had given our friends and families sex slaves. Ultimately, we decided to let them choose if they wanted their slaves freed or not. My friends Quatch, Chris, Karl, and Tom elected to keep their slaves. As did Missy and her boyfriend, Damien. George and Shannon, on the other hand, freed Starla who, to their surprise, begged to stay on as their sex slave. My mom freed Joy, who quickly left, and Mary’s dad freed Felicity. She left, too, missing her family, but Sean and Tiffany didn’t seem to care. My little sister, Antsy, freed Via and then asked the woman to be her girlfriend. Via happily said yes.

It was a shame Felicity was free. Mary offered to let her be one of our sluts, but she wanted to go back to her family. Felicity was a sexy schoolgirl. I recruited her and April a few weeks back, both virgins then, for a spell.

“And how is the fundraiser doing?” Mary asked.

“Oh, very well,” reported Rachel. I hadn’t realized she was in the front seat of the limo beside her wife Leah. She was sitting up there with Leah, her wife. We had given Rachel, Lean, and Jacob one of the houses on the street we owned. “Last night brought in another $240 million. Jacob’s up to his eyebrows in work getting it all straightened out. So he’s happy.”

“Good, good,” Jessica nodded. “Because I’ve been looking at the alternative sites, Master, and they are not cheap. I’m trying to find just the perfect one, but there are more than I thought there would be.”

“You’ll find it,” I told her.

“And did the SWAT officers agree to guard the alternative site?” Mary asked.

“They were still thinking about it,” Jessica answered. “I’ll call Chief Hayworth and find out if they’ve made their decision.”

The SWAT officers who attacked us were held at the Puyallup Police Department’s jail. Chief Hayworth ran the department. He was a big supporter of mine. His entire department was under my power. They knew to let me do what I wanted.

“Good,” I said. “And the Blackwoods?”

“Cassie and her family are on board,” Jessica nodded. “They’re all firm worshipers of you now, Master.”

I leaned back in my seat. I hated how complicated our lives had begun. We had to make plans and contingencies for other disasters happening. Bulletproof limos, more servants, more people with guns to protect us and our loved ones.

“Brandon Fitzsimmons?” Mary asked.

“Still no sign of him,” 51 answered. “He returned to the States—we know that much—but he is in the wind.”

“Fuck,” I growled. “He has the book. If he can find a translator…” I shuddered at the idea of that odious man with our powers.

“The FBI is on it,” 51 answered. “I spoke to the SAC in Tacoma, and he assured me they have their men searching. His brother is under surveillance. They’ll find him.”

“Good,” I said. “And our missing sluts?”

51’s face fell. “Still no hint on where they’ve gone. I’m sorry, Master.”

Mary patted my head. Where were Lana and Chantelle? What happened to them? I glanced out the window as we drove down Meridian, our bodyguards escorting us, sirens blaring.

“You look stressed, Master,” Lillian purred. “Do you need… to be relaxed?” She stretched her naked body.

“Yes, I do, slut.” That would elevate my spirits.

“You earned it,” Mary purred, kissing my cheek. “Your speeches were delivered perfectly.”

“Really?” I asked as I loosened my tie. “I felt like an idiot some of the time. April, you wrote great stuff, but it was so weird to say it. Not used to it. But keep up the good work.”

April looked up from her computer as Lillian unzipped my fly. She beamed at me. “I’m so glad you liked my speeches, Master.”

“Keep them coming,” Mary told her.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She typed away happily as Lillian freed my cock. She licked at the shaft, dragging her tongue up so slowly. I groaned, running my hand through her black hair streaked with blue and purple highlights. Her tongue reached the peak of my dick, circling the sensitive crown, gathering the precum beading out of my dick.

Mary nuzzled into my neck. “You horny stallion. I saw you lusting at the crowd. You should have pulled a woman out for us to enjoy.”

“Just pluck her out the crowd, giving her no choice?” I asked.

“Well, you wouldn’t have ruined her life. You would have given her a hot experience, and she would be free to go back to her life.”

“I’ll do that next time,” I smiled as Lillian sucked the entire tip of my dick into her mouth. “But, damn, we have to let the sluts have some fun.”

Lillian popped her mouth off my dick. “Uh-huh, Master. We love pleasuring you and Mistress.”

And I knew that. Lillian chose to stay. Mary shuddered beside me and then she spread her thighs, her skirt sliding up gorgeous thighs. I smelled her sweet, spicy musk. “Jessica, attend to your Mistress.”

The beautiful slut lowered her tablet, a smile on her lips. “Yes, Master.”

Mary smiled. “Oh, Mark, you know just what I need.”

“My naughty filly needs her pleasure,” I groaned while Lillian bobbed her mouth farther and farther down my cock.

I leaned my head back into the limo as we drove down South Hill. People had to pull over. They watched us pass. I wondered if they knew who was in here. If they thought it was their God or that scoundrel Mark Glassner. How many women grew wet? How many men were envious?

Damn, I loved it all. The attention, the women, the power. It was so intoxicating. We would change the world and they would love us for it. They would do anything we wanted. They would be our loyal servants.

Our loyal slaves.

Lillian sucked so hard as she drew her mouth up my dick. She swirled her tongue about the tip, making me shudder. Beside me, Mary gasped in delight as Jessica licked and nuzzled at her pussy, tenting the front of Mary’s skirt.

“You naughty slut, yes. Lick your Mistress’s cunt,” I growled. “Make her cum.”

“Yes, yes, make me cum.”

Mary turned and I kissed my fiancee. The only woman worthy of sharing my power. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my dick throbbed in Lillian’s. The slut worked more and more of my dick into her mouth. The tip brushed the back of her throat.

My hand snaked out, grabbed her hair, and shoved her mouth down my cock. Lillian didn’t fight. She let me force my cock down her throat. She moaned about it as I pressed her all the way down to my crotch. Her throat constricted. I yanked up, pulling on her hair. I fucked her mouth up and down my cock as I kissed my naughty Mare.

My balls boiled. I shifted, the excitement building as Lilian’s mouth plunged up and down my cock. She sucked so hard when I yanked her up, and moaned so loud when I forced her down. The tip slid over and over down her throat.

I broke the kiss with Mary, grunting, “You fucking slut.”

“Drink his cum,” Mary hissed, her voice throaty. “Every drop, whore, or I’ll spank you so hard.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my cock spurting. My cum flooded Lillian’s hungry mouth.

The slut gulped it down, swallowing every drop. The pleasure rushed through me, and I smiled. I grunted as it seeped into my mind. It was exactly what I needed. The right amount of hot bliss to make me shudder in pure delight.

“Good job, whore,” I told her.

Lillian popped her mouth off my dick and smiled. “I’m so glad I pleased you, Master.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you did,” Mary moaned, her back arching. “Oh, yes, and so is Jessica. You naughty minx. Oh, yes. Fuck!”

Mary spasmed as she came on Jessica’s mouth. I smiled, our limo turning into Thun Field, the small regional airport where we stored our Gulfstream jet. I spotted the hanger ahead, our two stewardesses waiting in the naughtiest of outfits, their blouses cut so low their tits were displayed. Two hot, married women, their husbands both donors to my charity.

And their wives were forever mine. Damn, I loved my power. I smiled as Monique and Lize opened the door to our limos, their tantalizing breasts dangling towards me. “Hello, Sir,” both stewardess purred, sex dripping from their voices.

Their auras were black and fringed with a hint of red—bound to me forever. They would never betray me or be used by the nuns to harm me or my family.

“Let’s go to New York,” I answered and fondled them both.

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