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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 all of mankind rejoiced, for finally, the time of the Living Gods had arrived. The Theocracy was born to unite all humans under the banner of love.

—The Gospel of April 39:1-2

Violet Matheson

“Thank you,” I said to Lorena, the deaf woman who had hidden me in her home.

She hugged me tightly. “I’ll miss you, Violet.”

Her words had a strange cadence to them, a little off. But they were wonderful. Nothing else had happened between us since our wild passion this morning as we celebrated not being found by the soldiers. Then we went back to watching TV on her bed, the curtains drawn tight, tense for any sounds of soldiers.

And then Master and Mistress took charge. And the soldiers moving outside were looking for me. They were my saviors, now. I didn’t have to hide from them. I had flagged them down, giddy with excitement. They waited patiently while I said my goodbyes.

“You’re such a wonderful person, Lorena,” I told her. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” Lorena shook her head. “Are they really gods, your Masters?”

I hesitated for a half-heart beat. “Absolutely. They are the Living Gods, and they love you so much. You’ll see. They’ll make the world a better place. They’ll keep things like this from happening.”

Sadness flicked across Lorena’s face. This morning, one of her neighbors was trying to stop the soldiers from kidnapping his daughter. And the news reports implied something… bad happened to those women taken.

“Trust me.”

Lorena nodded and gave me one last hug. Then I broke away from her, wearing her borrowed dress, and smiled. I was about to see my Masters again. He survived. She saved him. Fresh tears of joy burned in my eyes as I walked to the soldiers.

“Take me to them,” I smiled.

“We will, miss,” the soldier said with gentle deference. I saw the news. They served Master now. They said some sort of oath. More magic. I’d have to remember to ask Sam about it. She knew all the magic stuff.

The soldiers led me to a waiting Humvee, a beige-tan color, ready for desert battle. I walked around it, climbing into the passenger seat. There were no seatbelts, and the seat wasn’t very comfy. I wrinkled my nose. It smelled of grease and gunfire. The radio crackled with incomprehensible chatter. The driver, a big, Black man in bulky armor and camo gear, gave me the friendliest nod before pulling away from Lorena’s house.

It was such a reassuring nod.

I sat upright as they drove me through Tacoma. We didn’t go to the courthouse like I thought, but a few streets farther down the hill. The driver turned onto Broadway. Ahead, a huge crowd of excited people clogged the streets. I smiled at the signs being held proclaiming their love and support for my Masters, their acceptance of the Theocracy.

I served the two most powerful people in the world. Out of all the billions of people on the planet, I was chosen by them. This was so amazing. I peered ahead, wondering why all these people were here. And why wasn’t the driver taking me to the freeway?

I glanced at the driver. “Where are we going?”

“Hotel Murano,” he answered. “It’s a swanky place past all these hordes of people. That’s where They are staying.” The way he said “they,” with such worshipful awe, made me shiver.

“They didn’t go home?” I asked, then flushed. I remembered the news, watching our neighborhood burning. We couldn’t go back there.

“Guess not. But they’re here. The entire hotel. Soldiers are garrisoned on the first few floors while the Gods and their servants…” He glanced at me, grinning. “Guess that’s you.”

“I am a Holy Slut,” I said with pride, lifting my head. “Their personal sex slave.”

“Damn, that sounds nice.”

“Maybe you’ll get one,” I told him as we moved through the crowd. It was slow. They parted before us, cheering and waving. I waved back at them, drinking in the attention. I was special.

Chosen to be a Holy Slut.

I nodded to the crowd. Then I rolled down the window and reached my hand out to them. They touched me, some grasping my hand for a moment. They seemed in awe. They knew I was someone important, someone special. I felt like I was blessing them. A thrill shot through my eighteen-year-old body. This was so amazing.

There was a line of soldiers blocking off the street before the hotel. It did look swanky with fire burning along the sidewalk, lighting up the night. The soldiers parted, waving through the Humvee. It pulled up to the curb, where another soldier waited.

“Not a valet,” I giggled as the soldier opened the door for me.

“No one not bound by the Zimmah spell or sworn to the Ragily spell is allowed inside the hotel,” a familiar voice said.

51 walked up, looking tired and beautiful all at the same time.

“You’re alive,” I squealed, darting out of the car and racing to her. I hugged her so hard.

“So are you,” 51 said, hugging me back. “They were so worried about you. You were the only one who escaped. Leah and Desiree were caught.”

“Desiree sacrificed herself for me,” I said, shivering as I remembered my panic flight. “And this nice deaf woman gave me shelter.”

“Deaf… Explains why she didn’t turn you in.”

“Couldn’t hear that bastard’s words,” I nodded. I knew how it worked. “Is Desiree fine? I saw her on the news.”

“I’m not sure any of us are fine,” 51 said, her voice tight. “But she’s alive. And the other bodyguards will drive down from Seattle where Mary left them as soon as the plane that picked up everyone from Kansas lands in a few hours.”

I blinked. I hadn’t thought of April once over the weekend. My girlfriend must have been so worried. I couldn’t believe she never even popped into my mind during all my fear. I was just so scared for Master. All my emotions had been fixated on him.

“That’s great. I bet April was so worried about me.” Guilt twisted my stomach. I should have thought of her once.

“I bet,” 51 nodded. “Well, they’re waiting for you inside.”

A nervous excitement shot through me. I nodded my head and then broke away from her. I ran to the revolving door, pushing through it into the lobby. It was a lovely room, but I barely saw any of it as I spotted Master and Mistress, both naked like they had been on the news, standing by the elevator. 27 was with them, holding a black machine gun.

I didn’t see any other bodyguards. Were 51 and 27 the only two who survived the attack? Two out of eight?

But then joy burst out of me as the elevator doors opened. “Master!”

They turned, just about to step onto the elevator. They both smiled at the sight of me. He was so handsome and muscular, not the pudgy, boyish man who had found me in Seattle, but a hero, a God. His blue eyes lit up as I raced towards him, fresh tears falling down my face.

“Mistress!”

She looked so beautiful, her auburn hair falling about her naked shoulders, her body so curvy and lovely and lithe. Her pubic hair sculpted into that perfect heart above her waxed-bare pussy lips, her breasts small and dusted with freckles. They were alive. They were okay. Relief swept through me.

And then I reached them, and they caught me in a hug. I clung to them, unable to speak, just so happy. Their lips found mine, kissing me quickly and lovingly. And then I buried my face into their chests as I sobbed. My emotions were out of control.

“It’s okay,” Mistress murmured, stroking my hair.

“I thought you were going to die!” I cried.

“Not this time,” Master told me. He lifted my chin, and his thumb wiped at my tears.

He was alive.

I nodded my head, sniffing. I shuddered in their embrace. They rocked me. Mistress wiped at my tears on my left cheek, Master on my right. His hand slid down, cupping my ass in that possessive, loving way.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, loving how solid he was.

And saw Desiree sitting listlessly on a chair, covered in a blanket. She looked broken. She had been forced to be Brandon’s whore. The poor thing looked devastated. I had to do something. I had to cheer her up.

I broke away from Master and Mistress, darting toward Desiree. I hugged her with all my enthusiasm and kissed her on the lips. But she barely moved. She didn’t kiss me back. Her eyes were so distant.

“Desiree?” I asked. “It’s me, Violet.”

Her eyes flicked to me. “You’re alive.”

“I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

She didn’t answer.

Mistress took my arm, pulling me away. “Are you hurt?” Mistress asked me. “Did anything happen to you?”

I gave Desiree one last look, then obeyed my Mistress. “I’m not hurt. And this deaf woman named—”

“They were rounding up women for Molech,” Desiree said, her voice hollow.

* * *

Mary Glassner

Desiree shuddered after saying those words. My stomach writhed. Just the memory of the demon made of living coals and that hard, burning cock twisted my stomach. I wanted to retch. Brandon had told the thing to rape me to death. How many other women had died beneath that monster?

“You’re safe now,” I told Desiree, my voice soft, gentle. I moved to her and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Alison’s on the way. So let’s go upstairs, and you can lie down and rest, okay?”

Desiree didn’t answer. Behind us, elevators dinged, doors clattering open. 27 must have called a new one. The hotel was now evacuated, all the guests and staff gone. Only people under our control were allowed in. We would need servants to help run the hotel. Dr. Willow, through the free gynecological clinic she ran for us, had compiled a list of candidates to be our servants. We were waiting for our mansion to be completed before hiring and bonding them, but now we needed them early. When she arrived with the others, I would tell her to start recruiting.

“You coming?” I asked Desiree, not wanting to command her.

She gave a single nod and then stood up. She shambled after us, wrapped up in her blanket. Mark and Violet waited at the elevator, 27 and 51 standing guard. The pair were protective, both holding M16s despite the horde of soldiers outside bound to Mark through his new powers.

I didn’t mind their paranoia.

I stood beside Mark in the elevator, Violet on his left, Desiree on my right. 51 and 27 backed in, scanning the lobby like they expected an attack to burst in at any moment. The doors slid shut, and the elevator lurched upward.

“Elevator slut,” Mark said to Violet.

The girl, her brown hair done up in those schoolgirl pigtails she favored, blushed with such innocence even as her eyes gleamed with desire. Her hands were already moving to the hem of her baggy sweatshirt, hiking it up over her head. It was how we met Violet, riding an elevator in a hotel in Seattle. Mark called her an elevator slut and took her cherry right then and there.

It always made her so wet to reenact it.

But Desiree was with us. She was clearly scarred, and all my husband could think about was his hardening cock? I opened my mouth to object, and then I caught his eyes. There was something in them, something that gave me pause.

And then I realized what. Elevator slut… Using Violet and the other sluts as his personal fucktoys, was our normal. It was what Mark needed after what he went through. Brandon had him beaten three days straight. He almost died.

“I’m your elevator slut,” Violet purred, dropping the sweatshirt on the floor and shoving down the ill-fitting sweatpants. “Always, Master.”

Mark needed this, but not from Violet. I pressed against Mark as I said, “Not today. The first pussy Mark gets is mine.”

“Oh, of course, Mistress,” Violet apologized, her eyes wide.

I needed this, too. I needed my husband. I needed to be loved again. I almost lost him.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Hearing those words from my wife made my heart race. I stared at her; it was like seeing her that first time all over again. Only she wasn’t wearing her Starbuzz barista uniform this time. My heart beat so fast that a rush of new excitement shot through me. I almost lost her. I almost died. She had come to save me.

What a woman!

I pulled Mary to me, kissing her on the lips. Her naked body pressed up against mine. Her lips tasted so sweet. My hand slid up her supple body, cupping her left, perky breast. I gave the familiar tit a gentle squeeze, my fingers finding her hard nipple. I almost lost her forever. We both almost died.

And then we would have burned in Hell.

After what had happened to me, the endless beatings, the cruelties I witnessed, I almost regretted ever making my Pact.

Almost.

It was all worth it for her—for my Mary. I would do anything to keep her, to protect her. Anything.

I breathed in her scent as I pulled her tighter. My other hand found her ass, squeezing it. My hard dick throbbed against her sleek stomach. Her hands slid up my muscular body to my shoulders, gripping me, her tongue fencing with mine, kissing me with the same desperate passion I felt.

The elevator lurched to a stop, and dinged. We had reached the top floor. I picked up my wife. She let out a giggle of delight, her breasts jiggling. She loved being carried by me. She kissed me again as we stepped out of the elevator.

Violet followed after as 27 led us to the largest suite in the hotel, the Presidential Suite. I carried Mary, our lips kissing. 27 jammed in the keycard, then opened the door for us. I carried my wife inside to the spacious, well-furnished room. It had a central sitting room with three bedrooms leading from it.

“Desiree,” 51 said, opening one of the suite’s doors, “this room is yours. It’s right next door to Mark and Mary’s.”

Desiree didn’t answer. I wanted to do something for our Latina slut, but I had no idea what. And, well, I just had to celebrate with Mary. I had to feel her. I had to love her. Alison was on her way. We would find the best psychologist to help Desiree. She would receive the best care in the world.

She headed inside, and 51 closed the door while 27 opened another door for us.

Violet let out a gleeful sound behind us as she followed us into our bedroom.

I carried Mary to the suite’s bathroom, which was beautifully appointed in gray and mauve, very modern, and equipped with a jacuzzi bath and a large shower. And a bidet. I could have water splashing on my ass. But it was the shower I turned to. It had always been our private space. There was something intimate about showering with the woman I loved—the world reduced to just Mary and me wrapped in the warm spray.

I sat Mary down before it and turned the faucet. When the water was warm, she slipped in. I eagerly followed. I savored the relaxing heat as the spray cascaded upon us, washing the filth of the last days off our bodies. Then trembles struck me as I fought the tide of memories rising in me, the pain, the torment the—

Her hands were gentle as she washed my body. She banished the phantoms. I relaxed as I leaned into the spray. I was safe with my wife.

“That feels wonderful,” I groaned as she slid her hands up and down my back, soaping me.

“You look wonderful,” she purred, her hand moving down and squeezing my ass.

I looked at her over my shoulder. She had a naughty smile on her lips as she squeezed my butt. She was radiant.

I groaned as her hands washed my entire body, running over my muscles, touching me everywhere while her green eyes sparkled. Then she “washed” my cock for a good five minutes, getting me hard as a steel rod. Her hand felt amazing as it slid up and down on my shaft. I groaned, savoring the pleasure as she stroked me, her body glistening beneath the water. It wasn’t a fast wash, but something slow, something to tease me. Her other hand fondled my balls.

I savored this.

When she was finally satisfied my cock was clean, she rinsed the soap off it, holding it into the shower’s spray. The hard, sensitive tip throbbed as the water rained down on it. I loved it, grinning in delight.

And then she fell to her knees and brought my cock to her lips.

“Naughty filly,” I groaned as her lips engulfed the head of my cock.

I stroked her wet, auburn hair and leaned against the shower wall. I enjoyed her blowjob. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue about my cock’s head. Her skill was masterful. She loved my cock, one hand stroking it, the other playing with my balls.

I groaned, my toes curling against the shower tiles. Her tongue swirled about the cock, driving me wild as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. She sucked hard as she bobbed, her head twisting until the crown of my dick brushed the back of her throat.

And then she pulled her hand away. Her green eyes stared up at me as she slowly buried my cock all the way into her mouth. She swallowed the crown, sliding my shaft down her gullet with ease. Her lips moved farther and farther down my cock until she had deep-throated me to the root, her nose pressed into my pubic hair.

“I love you so much, Mare!” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth.

She moaned her answer, the vibration humming around my dick. I grunted, my back arching as she slid her mouth back up my cock, sucking the entire time. It was amazing. Pleasure rushed through my body, leaving me almost dizzy with rapture.

Then she deep-throated me all over again.

Mary would let me enjoy being buried down her throat for a minute before sliding slowly back up. She would suck so hard on my cock until only the tip remained in her lips. She would drive me wild by flicking her tongue rapidly around my cock’s crown while her hand stroked the shaft. Then she would slide her lips all the way down and deep-throat me once more.

It was heaven. I loved it, gripping her wet, auburn hair. Her green eyes stared up at me the whole time, loving me.

“Fuck, that feels great!” I moaned, her throat constricting about the sensitive head of my cock. “Damn, I’m going to cum!”

Since I had made my Pact, I had become used to cumming multiple times a day. Dozens and dozens of times. I had a house of insatiable sluts craving my dick. I could last if I wanted to. But not today. It was Monday evening, and I hadn’t had an orgasm since Saturday morning.

The pressure swelled as she drew her mouth back up my cock. That sucking delight pulled at my nuts. Her hand massaged my balls. I shuddered, wanting to savor this blowjob. It was the best one I had ever experienced.

I was alive to experience it.

“Mare!” I growled as my balls exploded.

Cum fired out of my dick, flooding Mary’s hungry mouth with a huge load of my spunk. Pleasure shuddered through me. Ecstasy bathed my mind as my balls unloaded into her mouth. My wife swallowed every drop as my heart raced for joy.

I had survived. We were both alive. We were both able to enjoy each other. It made every spurt of cum that much more precious. Something to be cherished and enjoyed. My hand tightened in her hair as my pleasure peaked.

“Mare! I love you!” I groaned as the last blast fired into her mouth.

She swallowed, still staring up at me with those loving eyes. She popped her mouth off my dick and swallowed the last blast. She savored it, groaning her satisfaction. And then she bounded to her feet and threw her arms around my neck. She rubbed her nose against mine, smiling.

“You were a little backed up,” she said with a giggling tone.

“Just a little,” I smiled and kissed her salty lips.

And then it was my turn to wash my wife. I grabbed the soap as she sauntered back, her hips swaying, her breasts glistening. They were so perky and youthful. I blinked, realizing there were subtle differences in her looks. She appeared a few years younger. Still the same form, but… almost like her beauty had been enhanced just a touch by her gift. She was only twenty-one, so being changed back to eighteen wasn’t that much of a difference. And she was already in amazing shape.

But now she was perfect.

My dick throbbed as she spun, presenting that plump ass and supple back for me to wash, bracing her hands on the wall. I soaped her back, teasing her, sliding up and down her flesh. She felt so silky smooth beneath my hands.

“Mark,” she groaned as I worked down her body. She felt so wonderful beneath my touch. So amazing. My hands worked lower, reaching the swell of that plump ass. “Oh, yes, Mark!”

I grinned at her squeals as I massaged her rear. She thought her ass was too plump, that she could lose a few pounds off of it. But it was perfect. I loved her rear. I gave both cheeks a squeeze, loving how she wiggled.

I washed her sides next, sliding up and down them before I started on her front. I spun her around and soaped her flat stomach, washing slowly upwards. She grinned at me, her stomach sucking in as my fingers tickled her.

“Mark,” she giggled. “I’ll win a tickle fight.”

She would. She was merciless in one of those. Growing up with two sisters toughened her up.

I grinned at her, not admitting surrender, and moved up to the undersides of her breasts. I rubbed around her tits, brushing her perky flesh as I washed her chest and collarbone. Impatience flashed across her face. Her hands seized my wrists and yanked my hands down down to cup her breasts.

“Is this where you want me to wash?” I asked with a smile.

“Yes, they’re sooooo dirty,” she moaned, her voice so throaty.

“Then let’s get them clean.”

I washed her perky breasts, feeling her pliant flesh beneath my fingers. I stroked across her tits, brushing her areolas. I traced the dusky circles, her nipples thrusting up through the soap suds. They were so inviting.

So I played with her hard nipples.

“Mmm, that feels nice, hun,” Mary sighed as I twisted her nipples, rolling them between their fingers.

“This will feel nicer,” I told her.

She squealed in delight when I sucked a soapy nipple into my lips. I loved her little nub, not caring about the acrid flavor of the soap. I sucked on it as she groaned, my hands roaming her wet body, moving down to her hips, then around to those wonderful, plump asscheeks.

I kneaded her rear as I sucked back and forth between her nipples. The shower hammered my back, the water cascading down around my body. My hard cock throbbed before me as I squeezed her ass hard and sucked on her nipples, making her moan and gasp.

“Mark,” she panted when I released her nipples. “Oh, you’re making me so clean.”

“But there’s still more of your dirty body to wash,” I grinned, soaping my hands again.

I knelt down to wash her lithe legs. The spray landed on her breasts, washing soap down her body, matting her fiery heart of pubic hair. I worked my hands up her right calf to her supple thigh. I moved higher and higher to her waxed-bare pussy, her slit so tight and inviting. She shivered, trembling, biting her lip.

I came closer, her hips swaying. She was horny, aching for an orgasm. She sucked in a breath as I neared her pussy. My hand was only an inch away. I massaged her inner thigh as she let out a throaty groan.

And then I rubbed my hand across her hot, wet vulva on the way to her left thigh.

“Don’t stop!” she protested as I washed down her left leg. “God, I’m so horny!”

“What do you want me to do about that?”

“Eat me!”

“Hmm?” I said, pretending to consider her request.

“Please, Mark!” She sounded so frustrated, her emerald eyes staring down at me full of need. “Pretty please.”

“Such a horny filly.”

“I am. I need my stallion to devour me!”

“Well, you do look delicious,” I answered, licking my chops.

“You won’t be disappointed,” she promised.

I wasn’t.

I buried my face in her spicy sweetness. My tongue explored her folds, kissing every part of her pussy. She tasted heavenly. I wrapped my arms around her hips and grabbed her ass. I pulled her tight against my licking tongue, driving deep through her folds.

She groaned as I devoured her. My filly, my wife, my one true love. I couldn’t get enough of her. I almost lost her. I tongued her as hard as I could, flicking her clit and driving deep through her folds. Her ass clenched beneath my hand as she ground on me.

Her moans echoed through the shower, joining the splash of hot water crashing down my bike. Her hips ground her pussy on my face. Her hands shot down, grabbing my short, dark hair, holding on as her breasts jiggled.

“Mark,” she panted, her face twisting with pleasure. “Oh, yes, Mark!”

She came fast and hot. Her spicy, sweet musk flooded my lips. I gulped it down with such hunger. It poured into my mouth. I savored it. The musk was wonderful as it coated my tongue. I shuddered, wiggling my tongue through her folds, lapping at the petals.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed as my tongue kept her cumming. “Oh, Mark. Oh, you stud! Yes!”

She bucked and thrashed as I devoured her. I ate her. I kept her cumming and cumming. One orgasm wasn’t enough for my wife. My Goddess. I stared up at her, watching the pleasure crashing across her face as she squirmed on my lips.

I gulped down her juices. A flood of her ambrosia filled my mouth as I pleasured her. I plunged my tongue deep into her spasming pussy. I sucked on her clit. I pressed my lips deep into her folds. She squirmed, groaning.

“Mark!”

I didn’t relent. I didn’t let up. She had come to save me. She loved me that much. It was so wonderful. She was so wonderful. My tongue licked and devoured through all her folds. I ate her with such gusto.

I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to ever stop pleasuring her.

But Mary had other ideas. “Please stop,” she begged after I lost count of her climaxes, pulling on my hair. “It’s too much! My pussy needs a break!”

A mix of pride and regret filled me as I stood up and kissed her, crushing her tightly to my chest. Inside, the dam holding my emotions back burst, and I felt tears running down my face. I broke the kiss, sobbing, “I thought I lost you, Mare!”

A shudder ran through her body, turning into a ragged sob, her face pressed into my neck, clinging just as tight. “I’m terrified, Mark.”

“Why?” I asked. What did she learn in France? Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal! Molech’s words echoed in my mind as he lay defiantly at my feet. Was he lying to save his life? Or was Lucifer really trying to escape? “What scared you, Mare?”

She just shook her head, that warning look flashing across her face.

It was so frustrating, but she had to have reasons why she couldn’t talk. So I sent her a telepathic message: What is it, Mare?

Just trust me, Mark, she sent back as she clung to me. “I love you. Trust me.”

“I do,” I groaned. “We’ll face it together.”

“Together,” she whispered. “Forever, right?”

“Forever.”

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