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And all the faithful did assemble in the great city of Tacoma to surrender their instruments of violence and embrace love. They cheered for their Living God as he stepped out of the courthouse still flushed from blessing a woman with his Divine Seed. And then the darkness fell.

—The Second Book of Vivian 1:1

Mark Glassner

Mary was still napping when I went upstairs to get dressed for the gun buyback event. I brought her a tray that held a light breakfast of fruit. I left it, covered with a cloth, on the bedside table. Then I quietly showered and dressed in a tailored, blue suit with a red tie, and my uncomfortable dress shoes.

I paused, admiring my pregnant wife as she slept, her face so beautiful and peaceful. I really didn’t want to go to Tacoma. I wanted to slip into bed and just hold her. But this gun buyback program was important. We needed to clean up all the guns in America. They were too dangerous. Only those under my mind control powers should be armed.

Then the world would be safe.

Desiree and Violet were waiting for me downstairs, dressed in their office slut attires. Desiree wore a tight, red mini-skirt that clung to her curving ass; a sheer, white blouse, her hard nipples clearly visible; and a red blazer. Violet wore a pleated, gray skirt that barely covered her slim rear, and a red tube top that clung to her apple-sized breasts like a second skin, her nipples dimpling the fabric. Over that she wore a gray jacket. Her brown hair fell loose about her shoulders instead of her usual pigtails. Both wore their gold chokers proclaiming to whom they belonged.

Mary and me.

Desiree was my campaign manager and Violet was my secretary. We were putting all the sluts to work. Jessica was my press secretary, Lillian was my webmaster, and April was Mary’s secretary. Xiu was in charge of the household—she assigned cleaning jobs, sent sluts on errands to the stores, made sure we had food, etc. Alison was our liaison to the Church of the Living Gods while Korina coordinated the construction of the mansion, the foundations of which had already been poured. Even now, workers were raising the exterior walls. It just might be ready by the time our child is born in seven months.

It would be a huge mansion.

“Are we all set?” I asked Desiree and Violet.

“Yes, Master,” Violet nodded. “Leah has the limo gassed up and ready to go.”

Our limo was a specially ordered, armored beast. We bought it from this company down in Louisiana, I think, that specialized in building vehicles for heads of states and other important, or notorious, people. The armor on the limo could take all but the heaviest fire. Short of facing a tank, it was indestructible.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Leah, married to our accountants Rachel and Jacob, waited outside next to the limo, smiling and wearing her chauffeur’s outfit. A short, black skirt covered her ass and fishnet-stockings clad her beautiful legs; a white corset pushed up her breasts and a red-and-orange tie dangled down into her spectacular cleavage. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur’s cap, perched on the curly mass of her brunette hair, completed the outfit. Both Leah and Rachel had let their dyed-blonde hair fade back to their original brown over the summer. It had something to do with their three-way marriage to Jacob.

Mary understood it and would get all misty-eyed as she explained, “It’s so beautiful how they express their love for Jacob.”

I didn’t get it.

“Sir,” Leah purred as I walked up. I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She shuddered then opened the door for me as I broke the kiss.

I climbed in, my sluts following. Jacob and Rachel, who had been hovering nearby, moved in to kiss their wife goodbye as she closed the limo’s door. The pair worked hard for us. Between our charity, the Church, and my campaign, money was coming in and going out in all directions and we needed accountants to manage the books.

I was glad I didn’t have to. If I needed money, Jacob or Rachel made sure I had it.

The limo door opened on the opposite side and 51 climbed in. I nodded to the Black woman who headed up our bodyguard. She showed initiative the day of the Miracle, and we promoted her to take Chasity’s place. 51’s partner, 47, was second-in-command, and would be staying at home.

“Squad A is guarding you today,” 51 reported as she settled down, looking sexy in her uniform—short-blue skirt and a cop blouse half-unbuttoned to show her brown cleavage.

“Good,” I nodded.

Right now we had a total of six squads of eight bodyguards each. Squad B and C were staying behind to watch Mary and the neighborhood, Squad D was in Chicago guarding Shannon and George on his business trip. Squads E and F were guarding our planes.

Two squad cars led the limo out of the neighborhood and two more followed. Each car had two bodyguards and an AR-15. After the SWAT attack, I wanted to be well armed in case of another assault. Everyone wore their amulets, enchanted to protect from bullets. I never should have forbidden the bodyguards from wearing their bulletproof vests. A few of those who died might still be alive if they had been wearing them. But I wanted them to look hot and sexy.

Sometimes, guilt gnawed at me late at night.

Well, the amulets worked better than bulletproof vests. I could still be a pervert and have my guard of pretty women in sexy cop outfits.

“Feeling better, Violet?” I asked as the limo took the left onto Shaw Road.

“I am, Master,” she smiled coquettishly. Even with her hair down, she looked young and innocent. She rubbed at my hardening cock. “Do you require some relief?”

“When doesn’t mi Rey require relief?” smiled Desiree, a saucy gleam in her eyes.

51 snorted in laughter, though her smile was fond.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “Like Desiree said.”

Then I kissed Violet hard on the mouth, her lips minty fresh from her toothpaste. I shivered at the metallic rasp of my zipper. Her hand reached into my slacks and fished out my cock. I groaned into her lips as she stroked me to full hardness.

Her fingers felt amazing on my cock. I ached and throbbed in her hand. I moaned into her kiss as her thumb ran across the top. Pleasure shivered down my shaft and through my body. She broke the kiss, a questioning look in her eyes.

“In your cunt,” I answered her.

“Absolutely, Master,” she purred as she straddled my waist.

I pushed her skirt up and exposed her bald pussy. Sluts never wore panties unless ordered—they had to be ready to be fucked. She guided me to her pussy, rubbing me against her hot flesh. She was waxed bald, her slit tight and girlish. Juices beaded her vulva. She smiled as she lowered her snatch down to my waiting cock, stirring it around.

Then she sank down my dick.

I groaned as her tight, barely legal cunt engulfed my cock. She shivered, her back arching, nipples tenting her blouse, as she slid down my shaft. She wiggled, taking more and more. The friction raced through my body. She moaned when she bottomed out on my dick.

For a moment, she just shivered, twitching, savoring the feel of my dick buried into the depths of her pussy. Her head leaned back, exposing her throat. Her hands clasped the back of my neck as she leaned back farther. She gasped, sliding her pussy up and down my dick.

“That’s it, you cock-hungry slut,” I groaned as she rode me. Not fast, but slow, savoring it.

“My pussy loves your cock, Master,” she panted, her small breasts rising and falling, covered by her boob tube.

I shoved the tight cloth up over her small, firm tits. I squeezed her perky mounds. She gasped, sliding faster on my cock, her pussy so hot and tight. Friction burned. I groaned, my balls growing hot. I leaned over and sucked on her pink nipple.

“Yes, yes, Master!” Violet moaned, her pussy clenching hard on my cock as she slid down it. “You’re so wonderful.”

I groaned about her nipple, sucking hard. My hands squeezed both her breasts. They felt a little plumper. How big would they get by the time she gave birth to her child? I hoped they didn’t get too big. Violet’s small breasts were perfect for her.

I squeezed those firm breasts, sucking hard on her nipple. Violet made the cutest whimpers each time, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. I groaned, loving it, my dick throbbing in her depths as she slid up and down my cock.

“Sir, may I indulge?” 51 asked.

I released Violet’s nipple and glanced past her to 51 sitting across from me. My bodyguard’s dark eyes shone with lust. She was on duty, so she couldn’t indulge in any sex act without my permission. Desiree sat next to her, nuzzling against 51’s dark neck, teasing her. Since we were driving to Tacoma, I figured it would be safe for 51 to relax.

“Yeah, Desiree, eat her cunt out since you’re teasing her.”

“As you command, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in her sultry, Latin accent. She slipped down to the floor, her skirt sliding up those gorgeous thighs.

My dick ached in Violet’s tight depths.

“Thank you, sir,” 51 gasped as Desiree buried her face beneath 51’s short, blue skirt.

51 unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her small, ebony breasts topped with pink nipples. She pinched them between her fingers as she enjoyed Desiree’s tongue. Pleasure crossed her face, her hips moving, rubbing her pussy on Desiree’s lips.

God, I loved my powers.

51 let out such a wanton moan, almost girlish, at odds with her normally tough demeanor. She was all woman now, her cop demeanor vanished as she enjoyed Desiree’s tongue lapping through her pussy. My dick throbbed in Violet’s tight pussy as she rode me faster and faster.

“Oh, Master,” Violet moaned, hugging me tight as she pumped her hips.

Her snatch was a tight, wonderful vice as she rode me. I squeezed her ass and watched 51 writhe in pleasure. Violet bounced faster and faster, her face nuzzling at my neck, her breath warm. She gasped, so cute and innocent, as she savored my cock.

My balls ached.

Desiree pushed her skirt up, revealing her shaved pussy, dark and swollen with her arousal. She shoved her hand between her thighs, two fingers rubbing through the thick folds of her pussy, exposing hot, juicy, pink flesh.

“Dirty slut,” I moaned as Desiree thrust her fingers into her snatch. “Desiree, I want to watch you cum while eating out 51’s cunt! Finger yourself to an explosion.”

“Oh, yes, mi Rey!” Her fingers reamed deep and fast into her pussy.

Thanks for the fruit, Mark, Mary’s voice suddenly filled my mind, startling me.

“Fuck,” I grunted, clenching hard on Violet’s ass. This new communication spell would take some getting used to.

You’re welcome, Mare, I sent back, struggling to concentrate. It was difficult with Violet’s tight cunt riding up and down my cock.

My mom stopped by, and strawberries taste even sweeter soaked in her juices.

Naughty filly! God, I wished I was there to see that. I closed my eyes and pictured Mary taking a bright-red strawberry and sliding it through her mother’s blonde-furred muff. The bright-red berry came away wet with spicy juices. Mary shuddered as she took a bite, savoring her mother’s cream.

So, is it Desiree or Violet playing with your cock?

Violet’s riding me. How did you know?

I could almost feel her laugh. I know you, Mark. You’re my horny stallion. You almost have to have your cock in a woman’s hole 24/7. Well, have fun; I’m feeling better, and Mom has a banana shoved up her pussy. Mmm, I’m feeling a little hungry! Love ya, stud!

Love you, I sent back, hoping she could feel my love through the thought.

I groaned, my mind bursting with images of Mary and her mother. Violet’s hot pussy slammed down my cock. My balls boiled. I thrust up into her, clenching her barely legal ass hard as my balls boiled.

I came hard into her pussy. Pleasure surged through me. Ecstasy washed across my thoughts. “Violet!”

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Violet Matheson

Master’s cum flooded my pregnant pussy. I groaned, shivering on him, my spasming cunt milking him as the pleasure shot through me. I was so happy he chose me as his slut. He rescued me from the light and my mother. I would never leave him.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned. “I love your cock, Master! The best cock in the whole wide world!”

“It’s the only cock you’ve ever fucked,” he grunted as I kept working my pussy up and down his shaft, milking more and more of his cum into my hungry hole.

“No, I fucked Mistress when she had one. When you were under that spell. Remember, Master?”

Master laughed, his hands clutching at my hips. Mary fucked all of the sluts with her girl-dick that day as part of her deal with Lilith to free Master. He was under a spell, cast by Tiffany when she was a nun. It made Master obsessed with fucking his sister, Antsy, ignoring Mistress and us sluts. He called us ugly. Luckily, Mistress rescued him. “Maybe she’s the father of your child, not me.”

“Maybe, Master. Mmm, that feels good!” I stared into his eyes. “It could be hers, Master. Dr. Willow told you, right? My date of conception was the same day Mistress had her cock. You both fucked me that day.”

“Yeah, she told me,” he groaned. “And I don’t care whether me or Mary is the, eh, other parent. Your child is part of the family.”

My heart burst for joy. Tears shone in my eyes. He was amazing. “I love you, Master!”

I groaned, working my hips, adding a delightful twist as I rode Master’s cock so hard. I wanted him to have all the pleasure he could. I wanted it exploding out of him, surging through him in such a violent explosion of lust. My pussy clenched just thinking about it, another orgasm building in my cum-filled depths.

And that wonderful cock was so thick in me, still hard. He could fuck and fuck and fuck and never lose his hardon. He could fire load after load of cum into my pussy. My slender body trembled, the excitement building.

“God, I love you, too, my little, pregnant slut!” Master groaned.

I know he didn’t love me, or any other slut, as much as Mistress, but I could feel his love. He cared for me. Me! “Mmm, your slut!” I purred, savoring the word. “I’m going to cum! Shoot your spunk inside me again, Master! I want us to cum together over and over!”

“Keep wiggling those hips like that, slut, and I’ll fill your pussy with so much more cum! Oh, fuck, your cunt feels amazing!”

“My slutty cunt?”

“Yeah, your slutty fucking cunt!” He grabbed my waist and pulled me all the way down his shaft. “Fuck!”

A second load of his cum flooded into my pussy. I gasped, my back arching as the hot seed pumped over and over into my snatch. I groaned, my pregnant pussy milking his cock as my orgasm erupted through me.

I swayed on him, my cunt spasming on his dick. I felt so light, like I would just float away. Only his hands on my hips kept me from billowing away as the rapture surged through me. I loved it. I loved being his slut.

“Yes, yes, yes, Master!” I gasped as the final blast of jizz erupted into my pussy. “Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was great!”

I had so much cum in me.

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Mark Glassner

“Jesus,” I groaned, pounding my cock into 41’s tight, wet cunt. She knelt on the floor of the limo, her skirt thrown over her hips as she feasted on the two loads of cum I fired into Violet’s pussy. Her dark hands slid up and down my sex slave’s pale thighs. “You’re so tight, 51. Fuck!”

“Pound my pussy, sir,” she moaned, wiggling her hips.

I groaned, staring at my cock sliding into her wet, pink slit surrounded by her beautiful, ebony skin. Her cunt was so hot, so tight. I savored pounding my bodyguard’s snatch. I owned this pussy. I owned all the pussy in the limo.

This was the best way to pass the thirty minute car ride into Tacoma—fucking hot pussy. I groaned, slamming over and over into her depths. She lunged back, her butt-cheeks rippling. They were so sexy.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat all of Master’s yummy cum out of my pussy,” moaned Violet, her hands squeezing her cute tits. “Oh, you naughty bodyguard. Oh, yes. Lap it up.”

51’s pussy clenched so tight on my dick. My balls smacked over and over into her clit. I pounded her hard, without mercy. I thrust into her depths with every bit of force I could muster. I was strong, enhanced by the Gift of the Spirit. Over the summer, I had grown used to my new strong physique.

And 51 loved it.

She moaned and gasped, her pussy clenching and relaxing on my dick. She worked her hips, stirring my cock through her pussy. I gripped her waist, my balls thwacking so hard into her clit. The harder I fucked her, the harder she ate out my slut.

My head threw back as I grunted, my balls tightening. “That’s it, 51. Shit, you got a tight cunt. I’m going to dump so much cum into your pussy. It’ll dribble out of you for days.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes. That’s it. That’s so hot. Oh, fuck, I love it. Pound me, sir! I’m going to cum on this big dick.”

“Such a big dick,” moaned Desiree, masturbating as she watched us, her big, naked tits jiggling.

“Sir!” 51 moaned and came hard on my dick. I shivered, her flesh massaging my cock as I stared at Desiree’s big, beautiful tits as they jiggled and swayed. My dick throbbed in 51’s milking pussy. “Yes, yes, Sir!”

I groaned, ripping my dick out of 51’s pussy, and grinned at Desiree.

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Desiree de la Fuentes – Tacoma, WA

I wrapped my tits around mi Rey’s cock, wet with 51’s pussy, as we exited the freeway into downtown Tacoma. The juices lubed the way as I slid my big, pillowy breasts up and down his cock. Master groaned, reclined back into the seat. He savored my tits rubbing against his dick, a huge grin on his face.

“Work those tits up and down my dick, slut,” he groaned. “I want one more cum before we reach the courthouse.

“Yes,” Violet moaned, thrashing on the floor, cumming on 51’s mouth. “Please our Master.”

“Always,” I panted, sliding his slick cock up and down through my tits. I loved it. I licked the tip as it emerged from between my big, pillowy tits. He groaned, squirming, his hands clenching and relaxing.

The limo slowed. “Sir, there’s a lot of traffic,” Leah reported. “I think the gun-buyback is going to be a great success.”

“Yeah,” mi Rey moaned.

I flicked the tip of his dick, rubbing faster and faster. I didn’t stop as the limo climbed the steep hill up 9th Street to get to the courthouse. I kept working my tits, pleasing my master. I heard 51 talking into her radio behind me.

It was slow going up the hill even with our escort. But that just gave me more time to play with mi Rey’s cock. His dick throbbed, growing darker as he neared his orgasm. His precum bubbled out, adding a salty treat every time my tongue flicked across it.

“I love your tits, slut,” mi Rey moaned, looking down at me.

I gave him a happy smile and purred, “I love your cock, mi Rey.”

I licked his tip. His dick throbbed between my tits. He squirmed. I knew the signs. I had been his sex slave for months. Mi Rey was about to cum. I groaned, pressing my tits together as tight as I could, rubbing them hard, fast.

“Cum on me, mi Rey,” I moaned. “Anoint me. Cover your puta in your seed. Let everyone know I’m your slut!”

“Yes,” he grunted, hips bucking. “Fuck!”

I shivered in delight as his cum erupted. White splashed upon my nut-brown tits and my neck. He gave me such a wicked pearl necklace. He grunted with each blast. I massaged my tits up and down his dick, squeezing out every drop.

His cum was so warm on my tits. Thick rivulets ran down my big mounds as he ground. I savored the feeling. I leaned back, not bothering to button up my blouse as the limo made the turn onto Tacoma Avenue

“Thank you, mi Rey,” I purred. “I want everyone to see your cum on my tits. They’ll all know I’m your slut.”

“Yes, you are,” he said.

Such pride beamed through me. I was so glad Alison convinced me to stay as his sex slave. Everyone from the cheering crowds that pressed in on our limo to all the people watching on their TVs at home would know I was Mark Glassner’s slut.

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