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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 a great darkness was born.

—The First Book of Vivian 16:57

Mary Glassner

My feet were killing me.

We had just spent the last hour dancing. The hour before that was spent fucking. I still had the flavor of Laura’s breast milk on my lips. I couldn’t wait until the sluts were lactating.

I sank into a chair, groaning. It had been such a long day. My new husband sat down next to me. Thanks to his new powers from my mom, he wasn’t even out of breath. He had far too much energy these days. He put his arm around me. I snuggled up against him and kissed his cheek.

After Mark fucked his cousin Laura’s cunt, we nursed at her tits as my friend, Shelly, ate Mark’s cum out of Laura’s pussy. When she came, her milk seemed to flow a little faster as we suckled. I loved the taste of breast milk.

I heard a woman could produce milk as long as she had someone to nurse. Korina had beautiful breasts, and I couldn’t wait until she had Mark’s kid and her milk was flowing. She was going to be our little milk slut.

I would drink from their lush mounds every day for breakfast.

“What a night, Mare,” Mark said, his eyes staring at the dancing crowd.

The band was playing a slow song and, despite how sore my feet felt, I itched for one more dance with my husband. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s have one more dance.”

“Sure, Mare,” he smiled and led me out to the dance floor.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held my waist and we swayed together. I stared into his blue eyes and enjoyed the boyish grin on his lips. He was so wonderful. So handsome. I danced to the music beating in my heart, my joy at being his bride.

Alison and Desiree danced beside us, the two newlyweds lost in each other’s eyes. Other couples joined us: Mom and Dad, Laura and Ethan, Shannon and her fiancee, and Cynthia and Vivian. Via dragged Antsy out onto the dance floor, and I smiled in amusement. Antsy and Mark were a lot alike—they both fell in love with their slaves and set them free.

My friend, Ursula, and her boyfriend swayed past us. Quatch and his sister-slave, Kim, were practically grinding on each other. Lillian danced with my cousin Alex for a minute, and then the two slipped into the side room to fuck. Lillian spent most of the night in there. I think she was on a mission to fuck every cousin Mark and I had.

I knew she would please them all.

The song ended and Mark scooped me up in his strong arms. “Thank you,” I whispered, relieved to be off my tired feet. “I am beat.”

“Any time, Mare,” he grinned then kissed my forehead.

I savored being carried. It was just like when he came to my rescue when Mom had kidnapped me. I had savored his new strength, being in his arms, feeling so safe and secure. He carried me out to the waiting limo as our friends and family wished us well on our honeymoon. We were off to spend two weeks seeing the sites of Europe, starting with Paris.

This time we just cuddled as Leah drove us off the slope of Mount Rainier back towards South Hill. I dozed in my husband’s arms. When Mark shook me, we were at Thun Field. Our Gulfstream was fueled and ready for take-off. The eight bodyguards who were accompanying us, led by 51, waited at attention in their slutty uniforms. Next to them was our pilots, Joslyn and Lynda, in their slutty stewardess outfits. Our actual stewardesses, Monique and Lize, were stunningly beautiful in their sexy outfits: skank skirts that didn’t even cover all of their asses and white corsets that left their magnificent breasts bared.

“Congratulations,” the flight crew all said together, clapping and beaming.

I beamed back, tears burning in my eyes. Today was perfect.

We hugged and kissed our flight crew then boarded our plane, Monique helping with my skirt on the stairs. I hoped my wedding dress wasn’t too ruined. I had done a bit more fucking in it then I planned. Once on board, Mark helped me slip out of my wedding dress, leaving me standing in my wedding lingerie. A white, satin bra that molded perfectly about my breasts, my satin panties that clung to my ass like a second skin, and my garter belt holding up my white stockings.

“You are so beautiful,” Mark whispered in awe as his eyes feasted on me. I posed for him like a forties pin-up gal.

Mark kissed me, scooped me up in his arms, and sat down on the chair.

I adjusted myself on his lap, my legs draped over the arm of the chair and I stared into his blue eyes. “I love you, Mark Glassner.”

He stroked my cheek, sending a delicious thrill through my body. “I love you, Mary Glassner.”

Mary Glassner. I smiled, liking the sound of that.

The plane taxied down the runway. Time for us to fly to Europe for our two-week honeymoon. Happiness churned in my heart. I kissed my husband as the plane accelerated down the runway and leaped from the ground. When we were at cruising altitude, Mark carried me in his arms to our cabin at the rear of the plane and the inviting bed that awaited us.

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Professor Isaiah Scrivener – Madison, WI

“I’ll be there by nine,” Brandon had told me on the phone and that was nearly three hours ago.

This waiting was killing me. I sat in my office at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Brandon had been breathing down my neck to finish translating his book, and now that it was done, he was late. Doubt was starting to eat away at my mind. This entire situation was off. The only thing that kept me from going home was the thought of the two hundred thousand Brandon owed me.

It was beyond me why he would pay three hundred thousand for a translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. It was like the numerous grimoires I had seen over the years—the Keys of Solomon, for instance, or the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh—which purported to let you do magic and command angels and demons.

There was definitely more to the story than Brandon told me.

So I decided to take steps to protect myself.

I had uploaded my translation to the school’s server. The school’s system had a useful function: a teacher could upload an assignment and have it published at a later date for the students to access. So, I set the computer to publish the translation on Monday at noon. If everything went smoothly tonight, I would take it down. But, if something went wrong, the translation and a message telling everyone that Brandon Fitzsimmons was responsible for anything that might have happened to me would get published.

I should just walk away.

Every bone in my body was telling me to do that. That was why I set up the insurance with the school server to begin with. Brandon didn’t want anyone else to know about the translation. But I just couldn’t bring myself to walk away from all that money. The first check had cleared. One hundred thousand dollars was more than I made in a year, and I wanted that other two hundred thousand he promised. I was nearing my retirement, and my divorce last year had eaten up my nest egg.

Footsteps approached, booming through the school. No one should be here so late. It had to be him.

I straighten, my stomach twisting and churning. The door to my small office opened and there was Brandon. He looked more haggard than a month ago, greed and excitement gleaming in his eyes. I swallowed, fear bubbling in my stomach. This was a mistake. I should run. I should shout or attack him. But… I wanted the money. I needed the money.

So instead, I stood, saying, “Mr. Fitzsimmons.”

“You have it, Professor Scrivener?” he demanded, eyes flicking to the window. He looked… unhinged.

I pulled out a thumb drive from my pocket, holding it out. “Yes, I—”

Brandon just yanked it out of my hand. “This is the only copy?”

I lied, “Yeah. I erased my hard drive like you asked. Where’s my money?”

A smile appeared on Brandon’s lips, and he reached into his coat just like last time. Only this time instead of pulling out a cashier’s check, he produced a small, black gun. For a moment, I stood frozen, staring in disbelief at the barrel aimed right at me.

This could not be happening.

“Wait!” I shouted. I needed to tell him about my insurance. “I made—”

The gun barked. I staggered as the bullet punched my chest. I clutched at the wound. Blood welled hot between my fingers. I stumbled back.

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Why was I such a greedy fool? I struggled to talk, to tell Brandon about my insurance, but it was too hard to breath, let alone speak.

You stupid, greedy idiot.

I berated myself as I sank to the floor, my body so heavy. Brandon didn’t even look at me. I was garbage to him. I tried to speak again, but only blood bubbled up from my throat. He stepped over me and grabbed my computer case. He slammed it hard onto the floor, spilling broken components everywhere. He fished out the hard drive and pocketed that, then slammed my laptop on the floor.

Everything grew darker and darker as Brandon dug through the wreckage of my laptop to find its hard drive and…

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

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Sunday, July 21st, 2013 – Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

“Chantelle,” I said softly, shaking my sleeping, pregnant wife’s shoulder. It was late, past midnight, Sunday just born. Mark Glassner and his whore-wife Mary were flying away on their European Honeymoon. The media was so excited to cover their disgusting wedding.

Chantelle was sleeping in one of the bedrooms in Babylon’s large house on Queen Anne’s Hill in Seattle. It was our room since we had been staying with Babylon. It was our sanctuary ever since her coven started worshiping Lilith, hiding us as Mark and Mary hunted for us. They wanted their sluts back.

I would never be their whore again.

For the last month, we had been caring for the barely conscious Karen as Lilith’s vessel grew swiftly in her belly. And tonight, something wondrous had happened.

“What, Lana?” my wife asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Her belly was swollen with Lilith’s child. Both of us were pregnant with our Goddess’s children. They were growing fast, only a month had passed since Lilith blessed us with her seed. We would probably give birth in just a few days, a week at most.

“Karen’s gone into labor,” I told her, an excited smile growing on my lips. “Our Goddess is about to be born!”

To be continued…

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