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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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After the False Miracle, the Tyrants found focus. No longer content with their perverse entertainments, they sought to subdue the world under the guise of peace. On July 1st, 2013, they made their first live, national television interview, putting so many under their domination.

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

Monday, July 1st, 2013 – Mark Glassner – New York City, NY

“Everyone has seen the seemingly miraculous footage taken last Wednesday,” Matt Lawson said when the commercial-break ended. He was the co-host of the Morning Today Show, his eyes fixed on me and Mary.

We were sitting next to each other on plush, white-leather chairs as Matt Lawson introduced us to the gathered audience. Matt Lawson sat across from us, on the other side of the large window where the crowds gathered outside to hold up signs and get seen on TV. Sitting next to Matt Lawson was the beautiful Savannah Georgia, a broad smile on her freckled face. Her honey-brown hair was styled to be light and curly as it fell about her shoulders. Her blouse was dark gray and sleeveless, almost a vest, and was cut just low enough to show a hint of her freckled bosom.

“With us today is Mark Glassner and his fiancee, Mary Sullivan,” Matt Lawson finished. Outside, the crowd at the windows cheered loudly, a muffled roar that could be just heard through the glass.

“Hey, Matt,” I said, trying to suppress my nervousness. I had given speeches all day yesterday, and live interviews. But this was the first time I had been in studio. Live. On national television. My palms were sweaty, and I could just feel the moisture building in my armpits.

We landed late last night, sleeping a good deal on the plane, before being whisked to the hotel to get another two hours of sleep before we had to appear in studio. Right now, coffee and my jitters were keeping the exhaustion at bay.

“It is great to be here,” I said, hoping it didn’t sound stupid. I needed more confidence. I was a god.

Mary sat cross-legged in a sultry, dark-blue dress. Her freckled cleavage was on display, along with most of her beautiful thighs. Her auburn hair was styled to fall about her shoulders in beautiful, dark-red waves that set off her emerald eyes. She smiled, her beautiful dimples appearing on her cheeks.

“It’s great to be here,” Mary answered back. She sounded so relaxed. Was she not nervous at all?

“The footage of the ‘Miracle’ is almost unbelievable,” Savannah Georgia said, crossing her legs. Her skirt was longer than Mary’s, but her beautiful calves were on display, making my dick ache.

I had watched Morning Today Show before, lusting after the new, female co-host replacing the departing Katie Connors.

“Well, it’s most certainly not a hoax,” I said, trying to smile. “It hurt when I got shot.”

That brought a chuckle from Matt and a beautiful laugh from Savannah. “I bet it did, Mark,” nodded Matt. He had a genial smile, but I could see the doubt in his eyes. And it certainly was sensational.”

“You should have been in the middle of it,” Mary said, light and airy, hiding her true emotions. You could see her panic in the footage as she cried over me while I lay bleeding, dying.

“And that light? What was that?” Savannah pressed. “Did you really get healed by a miracle?”

“Mary and I both have powers,” I answered. “And I used those powers to heal myself.” A lie, but Jessica advised us to keep out the consorting-with-demons part and to downplay the divine angle for now.

“Powers, like magic tricks?” asked Savannah. “I’ve seen some great magicians on stage.”

“We have real power,” Mary said, her voice purring. “We don’t do parlor tricks. Our power comes from within us. And we’re here to use it to make the world a better place.”

“Show us something,” Matt Lawson said, a skeptical smile on his lips. “I would love to see your powers.”

I hesitated, wondering what I should use. Why hadn’t I thought about a demonstration of power? Sam had taught us a few of the new spells she had found in the book. A lot of the magics in the book were stuff I’ve seen stage magicians perform. The type of magics that probably awed the people in ancient times.

But how effective where these spells in modern times when stage magicians could replicate the same? Maybe even better. Sam even had a theory that stage magic came about by people trying to copy the powers of real warlocks in ancient times.

Some of the spells were dangerous, deadly. But there was one I had wanted to try. A flying spell. I concentrated and uttered a single word, “Uwph,” while I imagined I was rising up in the air.

My stomach lurched as I floated up from my seat, levitating. It was smooth, not jerky, my thoughts controlling it. Matt jumped and Savannah’s eyes widened in surprise. I floated a few feet forward and hovered in the middle of the studio. I could see the crowd outside watching in astonishment. A few, the ones with signs proclaiming me a God, fell to their knees.

I felt so foolish. I tried to adopt a confident pose. Why did I choose levitation? I needed something better. Something that wasn’t so similar to a Las Vegas magician’s act. I had seen others do this same trick and better. They had presentation, style.

I just… floated into the air and hung there like an idea.

“Wow,” Matt said, standing up. His eyes trembled. “I… Did you clear this with our producers?”

“Do you think there are wires?” Mary asked. “Check for yourself.”

She had an amused smile on her lips. Even she thought this was dumb. Why did I do it? My cheeks burned. But I couldn’t show any doubt now as Matt walked to me. He moved his arms, swinging them about my body as he searched for wires. His stood up on his tiptoes, straining to pass his arms over my head. He had completely circled me.

“How are you doing that?” he asked, eyes wide. “I can’t feel anything holding him up.”

“I have powers,” I answered, floating back to my chair and sitting down without my feet touching the ground. The floating spell required constant concentration and really wasn’t worth the effort.

“Well, um,” Savannah Georgia stammered, trying to gather her wits. “People say you are a god. There are people gathering in front of your house. Footage of their, um, worship—and I use that term loosely—has been making the rounds on the internet. They call it worship, but it looks like a, well, frankly, an orgy.”

Mary smiled. “Savannah, Mark and I preach that love should be freely expressed in all its forms. There shouldn’t be any stigma attached to sex. There is nothing wrong with two people having sex. Right?”

“No,” Savannah answered, frowning as her aura flashed from silver to black for a moment, Mary’s command—there is nothing wrong with two people having sex—sinking in.

“Then there shouldn’t be anything wrong with people having sex in public,” Mary finished. “And there isn’t. You find nothing wrong with people having sex in public.”

Savannah nodded her head, her aura stained permanently black now. Across the world, anyone listening live just heard that same command.

Matt, his aura now black, too, answered, “I guess when you put it that way, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with how people worship you.”

“No, people should be free to find their pleasure wherever they want to, even if they’re related,” I said, staring boldly at Savannah.

She flushed. I saw Mary smile next to me and shake her head. I knew just what she was thinking. She always was amused by my sex drive. But when you wished for unlimited stamina, you might as well get some use out of it.

“People claim you use a gas to make them do what you want,” Matt Lawson said, continuing the interview. “Any truth to that?”

“No, no,” I laughed, not hiding how stupid that idea was. I did it with magic. “People just like to follow our suggestions. Your producer had us searched by the NYPD to see if we had any gas canisters or anything.”

The cops never searched us. We gave the show’s producers commands, so they believed we had been.

“We did,” Savannah Georgia interjected. “There were no suspicious gas canisters or anything.”

“So people just do what you tell them?” Matt Lawson asked, disbelief in his voice.

“How about a demonstration?” Mary asked.

“Sure,” Matt Lawson challenged. “Make us do something that we wouldn’t normally do.”

“Savannah, suck Mark’s cock,” Mary ordered.

Savannah Georgia’s freckled cheeks were crimson-red as she walked over and knelt before me. I reached over and grabbed Mary’s hand, giving her a thankful squeeze. She was such a caring fiancee, always attentive to my needs. Savannah’s hand reached out and unfastened my pants, pulling the zipper down. The crowd outside went wild. They all heard our commands. No one would think, could think, this was weird or wrong.

Unfortunately, Matt Lawson didn’t think it was weird any longer either. “What does that prove?” he asked dismissively. “She’s free to suck any cock she wants.”

Mary blinked in surprise, then she realized what we had just told him and everyone else who was watching The Morning Today Show live. And it had to be live. Our powers didn’t seem to work if we recorded our commands. But a live broadcast, and we made sure it was live with the producers and not on a delay, worked perfectly.

Just like talking on the phone.

I could see on the monitors behind the camera that they were getting a good close-up of Savannah Georgia’s mouth as she engulfed my cock. Her tongue swirled around my cock deliciously. “She’s pretty good,” I moaned. “A natural cock-sucker.”

She purred around my cock, sucking so hard. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as a hot thrill shot through me. I was being blown on national television. It was amazing. My balls ached and throbbed. Millions of people were watching me right now getting a blowjob from one of the sexiest women on TV.

Damn, I loved my power.

I glanced at Mary, her lips pursed as she stared at Matt Lawson. His disdain was starting to irritate her. “Well, Matt, I think I know just how to prove my powers.” A naughty smirk crossed her lips. “If you really want me to?”

“I do,” Matt answered with a nod.

I gave my fiancee a speculative look. What was she up to? She shuddered, pressing her thighs together, her pussy on fire. Her nipples dimpled the front of her blouse. She was so damned sexy. I groaned as Savannah sucked so hard on my dick.

“Okay. I order you to quit being the host of The Today Show right this instant and let Natalie Gonzalez host in your place. She’s far prettier than you, and you know she would make a better host.”

I groaned at my fiancee’s naughty words, Savannah’s mouth bobbing up and down my cock now, her fingers massaging my balls. Matt Lawson blinked his eyes, and then he nodded his head in absolute agreement.

“That is a great idea, Mary,” he answered. Then he motioned to Natalie Gonzalez lurking on the edge of the set. She was a beautiful, Latina woman with long, black hair. “I’ve had a good time as the co-anchor of The Today Show, but I feel the time has come for me to leave the show. Natalie Gonzalez will make a far better host.”

“Really?” the Latina said as she came out from backstage.

“You will,” Mary told her. “Believe it.”

And Natalie did. My filly was so naughty. So beautiful. I reached out, taking her hand, my other sliding through Savannah Georgia’s curls, savoring her mouth bobbing on my dick. My balls ached. I couldn’t wait to cum down her throat on national television.

Matt Lawson stood and hugged Natalie Gonzalez. He kissed her on the cheek before walking off. Natalie sat down in his chair, taking a deep breath. It was clear that Mary’s command gave her all the confidence to sit there, her gorgeous legs crossed, and beam at the cameras. “Well, Matt, take care. You will be missed.”

Behind the cameras, the producer walked over to Matt, and they had a heated conversation.

“So you can see, people just want to obey us,” I laughed, squeezing Mary’s hand. “And why not? My fiancee is the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Mary blushed and squeezed my hand back. “And how’s your blowjob?”

“Savannah is putting her all into it, folks,” I groaned. “She was born to suck cocks. She loves it.”

“I am so glad to hear,” Natalie said. “This is definitely new territory being explored on the Morning Today Show.”

Savannah moaned about my dick, wanting to express her love of cocks. The humming made the tip of my dick ache. I groaned, squirming in my chair as I stared at Natalie. She was gorgeous. Mary squeezed my hand again, her eyes locked on the beautiful woman, too.

“You are very pretty,” Mary purred to Natalie Gonzalez. “Why don’t you show the world just how pretty those tits are.”

“And you’re just gorgeous, Mary, too,” Natalie Gonzalez said with a smile as she unbuttoned her mauve, silk blouse. “I bet you have just gorgeous breasts, Mary.” Mary’s power to make any woman desire her was having the predictable effect on Natalie.

I groaned, Savannah Georgia sliding her mouth up and down on my cock, as I watched Mary stand, reach behind her back, and unzip her dress. The shy girl who had blushed so furiously when she first stripped naked in the Starbuzz all those weeks ago had been replaced by this confident woman unashamed to show off her gorgeous body to the world. I admired her perky, freckled breasts tipped with dusky nipples. Her pubic hair had been waxed away save for a small heart of fiery hair above her pussy.

“Oh, my,” Natalie Gonzalez smiled

Then she licked her lips as her blouse fell open. Her large breasts were cradled by a silky, gray bra. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, shrugging out of it and her blouse with one smooth motion. Her breasts were large, sagging just a bit, and topped with huge, dark areolas and hard nipples.

Damn, they were great breasts. I had jerked off to hers and Savannah’s tits before. And now I could fuck them. Enjoy them. “Great tits.”

“You may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Natalie Gonzalez breathed to Mary, ignoring my comment. That happened sometimes. Mary’s presence, thanks to her Pact, could make women ignore me.

I didn’t mind. I loved watching my naughty filly enjoying herself.

Mary smiled and crooked her finger at Natalie Gonzalez. The beautiful woman walked across the room to Mary, who kissed her passionately on the lips. Natalie Gonzalez was breathing hard when Mary broke their kiss. My fiancee sat down on her chair and spread her legs wide-open.

“Pleasure me,” Mary commanded.

“Yes,” Natalie breathed.

I seized a fistful of Savannah’s honey-grown hair as I forced her mouth down my cock, my eyes locked on Natalie Gonzalez as she knelt down and licked hesitantly at Mary’s slit. Mary groaned, arching her hips, her breasts jiggling.

“Yes, you love the taste of my pussy. It’s delicious,” Mary purred. “Lick it. Devour it. Pleasure me.”

My balls boiled as Natalie Gonzalez licked with more confidence at Mary’s pussy. She moaned her encouragement, her right hand pinching her left nipple. Savannah’s sucking mouth brought me closer and closer to orgasming as I watched my fiancee writhe in bliss.

Savannah sucked so hard as I forced her mouth down my dick. She moaned, pleasing me. Everything faded around me. I was only distantly aware of the cameras filming us, broadcasting us to the world as Savannah moaned about my dick. I sucked in deep breaths, my balls boiling.

I held her hair with a tight grip, and held her mouth in place as I tensed, on the verge of erupting.

“Swallow it, Savannah!” I moaned as I erupted.

I spasmed in the seat, the pleasure shooting through my body. My cum spurted into her hungry mouth. She didn’t hesitate to swallow. I loved the sound of her savoring my cum. She kept sucking, making sure she drained my balls dry

“Fuck, slut,” I growled, the pleasure carrying me high. I loved it. I savored the bliss as it peaked within me. “Damn, you know how to suck cock.”

I released her hair and popped her mouth off my dick. “Well, I always enjoy making sure my guests have a great time on the show.”

“Yes, you do,” I groaned as she stood up. Then I blinked, remembering the cameras and the crowd outside. “Let’s give her a big cheer!”

Outside, the crowd screamed and shouted as they clapped. A few of the women flashed their boobs as they got into the spirit of things. I savored the sight of the breasts bouncing, keeping my cock hard as the pleasure churned through me.

Savannah Georgia licked my cum off of her lips and waved to the crowd, her freckled face flushed, and a huge smile gracing her lips. She sat back down on her chair, adjusting her blouse, and looked at me. Being a consummate professional, she continued the interview as if she hadn’t just sucked my cock, “So, not only have you founded a religious movement, but you’re running for public office. A State Representative in your home State of Washington?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “There are a number of concerns important to me.”

“Like bigamy?”

“That’s one of them. But gun control is another. I want to make our nation safe. People don’t need guns if there is no more crime…”

As I spoke, Mary spent the time writhing in pleasure as Natalie Gonzalez devoured her cunt. Mary’s perky breasts heaved as her body shook from her orgasm, and she let out a low, throaty moan. I was just finishing talking about my take on marriage—that anyone should be allowed to marry anyone else, even multiple anyones—when Mary finished cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mary gasped. I paused, admiring her breasts bouncing as her orgasm shot through her. “Oh, god, Mark, yes. She’s a good slut. Oh, fuck, that’s nice.”

“I love watching my fiancee cum,” I grinned at the cameras.

“And I love doing it,” Mary purred. “Mmm, Natalie’s done that before, too.”

Natalie Gonzalez laughed as she stood up, a naughty smile on her stained lips. A producer came out and handed Natalie Gonzalez a towel to wipe the pussy juices off her face. Mary just crossed her legs, not bothering to put her dress back on, and started answering questions about our charity, the Women’s Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment.

Cumming on national television. What a wild week. Everything had changed since the shooting.

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Jessica St. Pierre

I smiled at the TV as I sat in the green room for the Morning Today Show, Master and Mistress’s interview shown on a TV hanging on a wall in the corner. She just came on national television. How absolutely wild. They were powerful. I was right to choose to stay with them.

“And so you have a charity, Mary,” Savannah Georgia said once Mary stopped shuddering.

“Yes, I’m very proud of the Woman’s Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment,” Mary said with a straight face.

I smirked. The acronym was both so naughty and so juvenile all at the same time. I turned back to my laptop, clicking on the link. It was another property for sale. I read through the listing, writing on my notepad beside me. This was the most promising yet. I studied the layout. It was the one. It was perfect.

I pulled out my cell phone and found Jacob’s number. I hit send. The phone rang and rang and rang before a sleepy man answered, “Yes?”

“It’s Jessica,” I said. “Sorry for waking you. Forgot about the time difference.”

“S’okay,” he grunted.

“I’m emailing you a link. I think this is the property to buy for the alternative site. You’ll need $11.4 million for it. Make an offer today.”

“Okay,” Jacob yawned. “$11.4 million. I’ll have to move money around.”

“Is it a problem?” I asked. “This is a priority project for our Masters.”

“No, no,” Jacob answered. “It’ll raise red flags with the IRS on why a charity is buying such a large property.”

“Who cares,” I laughed. “If the IRS complains, Master or Mistress will straighten it all out.”

I shuddered. They were so powerful.

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Chantelle Holub-Paquet – Seattle, WA

“That is just disgusting,” I sneered as I watched the Morning Today Show. “Look at him, making poor Savannah suck his cock on national television.”

My wife nodded her head. We sat in the living room of Babylon’s house. It was the temporary temple to Lilith until our plans came into fruition. I rubbed at my belly. Lilith’s monstrous daughter grew in my womb. The changes were already noticeable, my breasts growing sore, a slight swell to my belly.

Lana turned off the TV in an angry huff. “They have to be stopped.”

“It won’t be long now. Just a few more weeks. Before the end of July, Karen will give birth to the vessel and Lilith will walk the world again.” I grinned. “Then the first two of her daughters will be born and more will follow. Mark Glassner and his whore will pay for their perversity.”

“Yes,” my wife breathed.

“Amen,” Babylon groaned on the nearby couch. “I cannot wait to feel our Goddess’s seed flood me and quicken a new life.”

I nodded my head. Every day, our coven grew larger. We found more women who hated the brutality of men and wished for a change. Every day our power grew.

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Noel Heinrich – Philadelphia, PA

My mentor’s new home, on the outskirts of Philadelphia, was impressive. His security company had done very well. It could only be described as a small mansion, three stories tall, with a front yard at least an acre across. It was meticulously maintained, clearly by professional landscapers. Wyatt was never so good at keeping up his lawn’s maintenance.

I rang the doorbell, tired after my drive up from DC.

The doorbell tolled through the house. I could hear it echo. It sounded huge. I couldn’t believe that the grizzled veteran who trained me lived in this palatial estate. It was… mind boggling. It made me blink that he had done this well for himself.

Footsteps echoed. I half-expected a butler, in a formal suit, to open the door, his lip stiff, his accent British. Instead, it was Wyatt dressed in blue jeans and a Western shirt that wasn’t even tucked in. He had a big grin on his weathered face, his brown hair graying at the temples.

“Well, there she is,” he breathed. “See you found it all right.”

“Thought I was lost,” I laughed as I gave him a hug. It was great to see Wyatt. I trembled, my emotions a snarled mess. “I can’t believe you live in this house. Alone.”

“I know. It’s so ostentatious. But I have to throw parties for my clients and stuff. You know, appearances. I live like I’m successful, which means I must be good, so they keep hiring me. All about perception.”

I nodded my head “Just like any other undercover work.”

“Just like any other,” he said and his cheeks went red.

Mine blushed. “I… assume you’ve seen the photos of me and… at their place.”

He nodded his head and gave an uncomfortable cough. I was glad he didn’t want to talk about the activities I had performed under Mark’s domination. “So this Mark fellow really can control people.”

“Did you catch the Morning Today Show?”

“I recorded it. Didn’t watch it live like I normally would.”

I sighed in relief. “Then you know exactly what I’m talking about. What they can do. How perverted they are. They twist every one they come across. I’m lucky I got away from them.”

“Uh-huh,” He said, ushering me inside. “And you’re worried about them?”

“Aren’t you?” I followed him into the kitchen. “They have a cult worshiping them as gods. He’s running for political office. How long before he’s ruling our country and we’re all their slaves?”

“You really think that will happen?”

I nodded my head.

“And how do we stop it? Assassinate him?” He opened the fridge and took out two bottles of beer, handing me one. He opened his with his thumb, popping off the cap.

“Exactly,” I told him. “But it’ll be hard. He’s got his fanatics, he has magic, and he’s learning every day. We need help. Other patriots to join us. We need to put out feelers into law enforcement and the intelligence world.”

“Recruiting?”

I nodded, taking a bottle cap opener. I popped it off, foam fizzing out the top. “More importantly, we have to get powers. Magic of our own.”

“How?”

“There’s a book. The Magics of the Witch of Endor. There are probably other books, too. Mark figured out how to get his powers without it. We need to get our hands on one of these books. We have to find out what we need to make our own Pacts with the Devil.”

Wyatt blinked. “Excuse me?”

“That’s what they did. They sold their souls to the Devil for power.” I lifted my beer. “We need to fight fire with fire.”

I took a long, deep drink of the cold beer as my mentor stared at me, his face pale, his hand shaking. He would understand. He would come to learn that Mark and Mary were tyrants. They crushed liberty at every turn. They had to be opposed.

Chasity had to be avenged.

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