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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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Once the Tyrants realized the full extent of their power, they wasted little time in exerting their domination. First, they started with their home nation of the United States, securing it for their own selfish desires.

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

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

A light rap at the door woke me up.

I was in a strange room. Panic seized me. A cold, clammy hand squeezed my heart. Where was I? Did Brandon capture me?

I looked around and saw auburn hair spilled like frozen flames on my chest. Mary.

Relief flooded through me. Brandon was dead. I had him executed yesterday. Then where was I? Not my bedroom. Memories rose slowly out of sleep. Brandon had burned our house down, destroying every possession and memory we had made. Which was why I was in the largest suite of the Hotel Murano in downtown Tacoma. It was our temporary home until the mansion could be constructed.

My wife slept next to me, her arms wrapped tightly about me, as if she was afraid even in sleep to let go of me. I felt safe in her arms, loved, and I kissed my wife’s freckled cheek. She stirred, her nose wrinkling as she let out a cute sigh.

There was another rap, louder, harder.

I groaned and tried to sit up, but Mary had me in such a tight grip. She seemed terrified to let go of me. Not that I blamed her after Brandon’s attack. This weekend had been a close one. I thought I was going to die, but Mary had been spectacular. I felt pride bloom in my chest as I remembered the courage she had displayed.

I shook Mary, and she stirred and smiled as she looked up at me.

“Good morning,” she purred and kissed me on the lips.

The rap was even harder.

“What?” I asked in some irritation. My cock was growing hard as my wife’s body pressed against me.

The door opened. April and Lillian walked in bearing covered trays. Lillian wore a sexy, French-maid outfit with a bodice so low-cut her breasts looked like they were about to fall out if she bent over. About her narrow hips clung an extremely short skirt that showed off her fine legs, clad in fishnet stockings. Black hair, streaked with blues and purples, was gathered into a pair of pigtails that added an innocent look to her whorish outfit.

April wore her glasses, her youthful face surrounded by her thick, brown hair. Instead of a maid’s outfit, she wore a naughty schoolgirl’s uniform: a white blouse, knotted just below her budding breasts to expose her flat stomach; a very short blue-and-purple tartan skirt that rode low on her hips; and knee-high, white socks which added that sexy yet virginal look. My cock ached.

Mary’s breath quickened at the sight of the sluts.

Tight about both girls’ necks were gold chokers that proclaimed them to be our sluts. They looked it this morning.

“Your mother asked us to bring you breakfast, Master,” April explained.

“And the outfits?” Mary asked. “I know you didn’t have those yesterday.”

Lillian laughed, “Well, after you and Master retired for the night we raided a sex shop. Well, all of us except for Alison and Desiree.” She spun about carefully. “Do you like it?”

“You two look delicious!” Mary purred.

“Would you like breakfast first or us?” April asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

“You,” Mary and I said in unison.

April walked around to my side of the bed while Lillian strutted around to Mary’s. April set her tray—silver, the edge worked with a rope-like pattern, and a matching dome covered the food to keep it warm—down on the nightstand.

I threw back the covers, and my hot little schoolgirl crawled in and kissed me on the lips. I stroked her full, brown hair, then slid my hand down to rub her flat belly. My child grew inside her. According to Willow, I knocked April up the day I took her virginity.

“Mmm, this is such a delicious thing to wake up to.”

April grinned at me. “I’m so glad, Master. We were all so scared for you. And Violet.”

With a purring moan, April rolled on top of me, rubbing her naked pussy into my stomach. She was waxed bare and dripping wet, staining my abs with her juices. Her lips met mine again, purring into them, her bushy hair caressing my face.

I caressed her thighs, feeling her muscles play beneath her skin as she ground herself on me. I shuddered, loving it. My dick grew hotter and hotter as her tongue met mine. And her pussy grew wetter and wetter.

She broke the kiss and grinned at me. “Oh, yes, I missed you, Master.”

“I missed you all,” I answered.

She kissed at my chin this time, moving lower to my neck. Her lips were warm as she smooched down my body. Her thick hair tickled like silk on my chest as she caressed my muscles. She flicked her tongue around my nipple, making me groan before she gave it a quick suck.

Then she kept going lower and lower. She smooched around my pecs as she slid her pussy down my thighs. Her hips wiggling, her breasts dragging in her tied-off top. When she reached my stomach, I squirmed as her tongue licked up the puddle her cunt left behind.

“Mmm, I have such a wet cunt for you this morning.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned as she licked at her juices again, her tongue dragging across my flesh. I shuddered in utter delight.

Next to me, Mary had pulled Lillian on top of her and freed the slut’s left breast. She sucked Lillian’s nipple into her hungry lips. Lillian smiled at me. Her piercings glinted silver on her eyebrow, nose, and lip.

Lillian shuddered, purring out her delight as Mary sucked and nibbled. The slut’s eyes widened. She writhed and squirmed atop my wife, looking so ravishing. Mary’s hand squeezed the slut’s tit as she enjoyed it.

Then my wife released the hard nipple and grabbed Lillian’s pigtails. “Eat my pussy, slut! Now!”

“I’d love to, Mistress,” Lillian cooed and wiggled down Mary’s body, pulling the covers away and exposing my wife’s waxed and dripping cunt.

As Lillian kissed down my wife’s stomach, April’s wet mouth reached my cock and she kissed her way up the shaft. She looked so cute as her tongue started tracing the rim of my mushroom-shaped cockhead.

“You little minx,” I groaned as her mouth engulfed my cock.

She smiled around my dick, her eyes flashing blue behind her glasses. Then she bobbed her head. The naughty schoolgirl slut was hungry for my cum. One hand pumped my shaft. The other massaged my balls. She twisted her mouth around as she moved on my dick, brushing my cock against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth.

My balls boiled. The pressure was so incredible. I ran my hand through April’s bushy hair, loving how she teased me. I groaned, savoring her mouth bobbing up and down, her tongue sending shivers through me. Her delicate fingers massaged my balls, her blue eyes twinkling in delight.

“Cock-hungry slut!” I groaned.

She popped off my cock just long enough to giggle, “Of course I am. It tastes so delicious, Master!”

Mary moaned and I glanced over to see her using Lillian’s pigtails as handlebars, guiding the slut’s mouth on her pussy. My wife’s freckled tits bounced as she humped into Lillian’s mouth. She ground her cunt on the slut’s face, pleasure groaning from her lips.

“Yes, right there!” Mary moaned. “Suck right there, whore!”

Lillian moaned a muffled, “Yes, Mistress!”

I shuddered, loving it. The ache in my balls swelled as April massaged them. Her mouth took more and more of my dick. She sucked so hard, cheeks hollowing. My back arched from the force of her suction.

I gripped her hair, grunting with her every suck. Pleasure rippled through my body. It was so intoxicating to feel her mouth on my cock, pleasing me, driving me wild. This was what I loved. What I needed. This delicious pleasure.

“Gonna cum!” I grunted, my balls aching.

April knew what to do. Her mouth popped off my cock, leaving the crown shiny with her spit. She seized it and rapidly pumped my shaft. Her hand slid up and down my cock, the tip aimed right at her face.

“Cum, Master,” she moaned. “Cum all over my face and glasses. Spray your slut!”

“Yes,” I growled.

My muscles tensed as my balls erupted. I heaved as my cock sprayed her face and glasses with streaks of ropy cum. The jizz splashed across her lenses and splattered her forehead and cheek. I groaned at the intoxicating sight, covering her glasses with my jizz while the pleasure rushed through my body.

I grunted, her hand squeezing out every last drop. I panted as my orgasm peaked, leaving me trembling as the rapture buzzed through my veins. Then she licked her cum-stained lips, spunk dribbling down the lenses of her glasses.

“Mmm, so much cum, Master,” she purred as she released my cock.

She smiled happily, licking a glob that landed by her lips. More strands fell across her glasses, cheeks, forehead, and hair. Sticky whiteness striped her innocent face with depravity. My dick twinged, still hard.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Mary gasped, staring at April. Then her back arched, and she gasped as an orgasm flooded her body.

My wife thrashed in bliss, humping against Lillian’s licking mouth. Mary pulled hard on the slut’s pigtails. She ground the slut’s face into her cunt. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she thrashed in bliss before she slumped, panting.

Lillian looked like the cat who got all the cream as she sat up, licking her pussy-stained lips.

“Let’s switch,” Mary panted, eying April’s cum-splattered glasses.

I glanced at Lillian and her sexy maid’s outfit and nodded. “Come ride my cock, slut. Reverse cowgirl. I want to watch that ass work beneath your skirt.”

“Yes, Master,” purred Lillian.

She rolled off the bed and walked around to my side as Mary grabbed April. My wife pulled the cum-stained slut off of my legs. She stretched the schoolgirl out on the bed. Mary settled her weight on top of April, her fingers quickly untying the slut’s blouse. Budding breasts spilled out. Mary sucked on a dark nipple.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Lillian purred as she crawled to me. “Suck her nipples, Mistress.”

“Yeah, Mare,” I groaned.

I watched Mary play with April’s nipple, making the slut squirm. Lillian grabbed my cock, straddling me reverse cowgirl style. Mary released April’s nipple and moved up her body. She licked across the slut’s chin, gathering my cum.

“Fuck,” I groaned as Lillian slid her cunt down my dick.

I almost erupted into Lillian’s pussy before she engulfed every inch of my dick. It was so hot watching Mary lick my cum off April’s face. My wife moved up to April’s glasses, her tongue sliding pink across the lens and scooping up smears of cum.

As Mary licked, her ass flexed. She tribbed the slut, rubbing her clit against the schoolgirl’s. She cleaned April’s glasses, licking up more and more of my cum off of it. There was something so hot about watching a woman lick your cum off a pair of glasses.

“That’s so sexy, Mare!” I groaned, Lillian sliding her pussy up and down my cock, her cunt so hot and tight.

Mary grinned at me, my cum on her lips. “Give my stallion a good ride, Lillian!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Lillian moaned, riding me faster.

I glanced at the slut’s ass, grinning. When Lillian rose, the skirt would lift up when she hit her peak, flaring to expose her sexy cheeks. When she slammed down, the skirt would fall back to cover her ass. Then she would rise up and expose that beautiful butt all over again.

The flash of flesh above my cock added a thrilling excitement. Then Lillian added a twist, shaking her ass side-to-side as she rode me, her cunt rubbing tightly around my cock. My dick ached and throbbed in her cunt, making me groan as I savored the show before me.

“Oh, Mistress!” April moaned. “Your pussy feels so good on me! Mmm, thank you! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, you naughty slut,” moaned Mary. “And my husband just drenched you in cum.”

“He did, Mistress.”

Mary licked at April’s other lens, cleaning more of my jizz from the slut’s glasses.

My dick ached and throbbed inside Lillian’s cunt. I groaned, the hot sheath sliding up and down my dick. Her twist stirred my cock through her sopping depths. My dick ached and boiled, wanting to erupt, to flood her pussy with so much jizz.

I stroked her thighs, loving how silky her skin was as she cooed and groaned. She clenched her cunt as she slid up my shaft, her pussy sucking at my shaft. My balls ached, the next load of my cum growing closer to erupting.

“Faster!” I urged Lillian. “Fuck me hard and fast, slut!”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, slamming down my dick.

Lillian picked up the pace, her pigtails flailing about as she threw her head back and forth in pleasure. She moaned, leaning back, changing the angle that my cock slid through her pussy. Her moans sang through the room, echoing as she enjoyed herself.

“Oh, Master,” she groaned. “Oh, this is so hot. Mmm, your cock is so thick and big. It fills me up. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Good,” I growled. “I want you to explode on my dick.”

“Yes!” she hissed, sliding up my dick.

And then she engulfed my cock again. Her body shuddered. Her cunt massaged my cock as an orgasm rolled through the slut. Her snatch felt wonderful about my shaft as she came, massaging me, sucking at my dick.

Her moans sang through the room. She groaned, her pigtails flying as she bucked. She kept right on riding my cock—she knew her duty as a slut was to give me pleasure. I savored the massage of her cunt, coming closer and closer to erupting.

“Our nipples are kissing!” April panted beside me.

“Your little cunt is driving mine wild,” Mary purred into April’s ears. “Cum with me, slut! Let’s flood each other with our juices!”

“Yes, yes! Just a little more, Mistress! Mmm, I love it when our clits kiss!”

“Shit! You little whore! I’m cumming all over your cunt!”

“So am I!” April howled. “I’m cumming! Thank you, thank you, Mistress!”

The pair writhed together, breasts pressed tight. Mary kissed the slut, sharing a cum-filled kiss. My wife’s supple back rippled as she convulsed. Her ass clenched, grinding her hot pussy into the slut’s burning cunt.

I groaned, turning back to Lillian, her skirt flying up and down her ass, flashing it at me. My dick ached, throbbed. My balls boiled. I was so close to erupting. I just needed a little more, and then I would cream her pussy. She kept bouncing on my dick, plunging me in and out of her tight tunnel.

“Cum in me, Master!” she moaned, so throaty with her rapture. “Please, my naughty pussy needs your cum! My cunt missed you so much, Master!”

I grabbed her hips and slammed her all the way down onto my cock. I came.

“There you go, slut! Devour my cum!” I grunted as my entire body tensed in pleasure. My jizz spurted into her over and over. “Take it all you whore.”

“Yes, yes!” Lillian moaned, cumming again. “I love to feel your cum shooting inside me!”

Her pussy milked my dick. She made me ache and groan as she trashed on me. The rapture shot through my body. Intense ecstasy stabbed into my mind. Darkness crossed my vision for a moment as the heaven of her cunt convulsed around my dick.

And then I spurted a final time, grunting and groaning, the pleasure dying, bliss bleeding through my body.

She slid off my cock, cum pouring down her thighs. She turned around and snuggled against my chest with a happy sigh. April nuzzled at Mary’s neck as the two held each other. My hand reached out, and I found my wife’s. I stroked it gently, then squeezed softly. I smiled as her fingers lovingly clasped about my hand.

“Oh no!” Mary suddenly gasped, quickly untangling herself from April, and dashed for the bathroom.

I blinked. “Mare?”

“This is all your fault, Mark Glassner!” Mary moaned from the bathroom.

I grinned, taken back to Saturday morning before I left for the gun buyback. Before the nightmare of Brandon started. I followed after my wife, held her hair for her as she threw up into the toilet. We survived.

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Mary Glassner

My bout of morning sickness wasn’t that bad and, after Mark helped to clean me up, we ate our delicious breakfast. Mine was light—strawberry pancakes and a bowl of berries. His plate had scrambled eggs, waffles topped with bananas, bacon, and sausages. I guessed his mom wanted to make sure he ate enough.

Mark ate with famished hunger, finishing his off before I was even done with my pancakes.

We had a busy day ahead of us. We needed to solidify our control over the country. The heads of all the federal agencies were supposed to be on their way here, and that was a start. Mark and I talked for an hour, discussing various ways to exert our control over the government. We settled on video conferences. We would arrange live broadcasts for government employees to watch at work, placing them under our power.

“There’s a governor’s meeting next week in New York City,” Mark said, looking at his phone. “For all 50 states.”

“That’s important,” I said. “One of us should be there.”

“And then the UN could be tackled.” He nodded. “And we need to get Congress and the Senate under our control.”

“They’re on recess because of the crisis until… next Monday.”

Mark grinned at me. “Split up, get them both done?”

“Do this as fast as possible,” I agreed.

When we finished breakfast and talking, Jessica walked in with a manila file folder in hand. She found a sexy genie outfit when the sluts raided the sex shop: green, transparent pantaloons and a transparent boob tube over which she wore a small vest decorated with gold embroidery. The outfit was probably supposed to be worn with underwear, but I was glad she didn’t because I enjoyed seeing her shaved cunt and caramel breasts through the fabric.

“Masters,” Jessica said, sitting on the bed cross-legged. “The country and the world are in a lot of turmoil, which is to be expected. The Governors of New Hampshire, Texas, Florida, and California are openly talking about mobilizing their National Guard units to protect themselves from ‘the Tyrants of the Northwest.’ Congress is split. Both the Republican and Democratic parties are being ripped apart as roughly half of Congress wants to impeach the President and the other half sings your praises.”

Mark groaned. We needed to get the State Governors and Congress under our thumbs, before this spins out of control. How many would go to that meeting on Monday? He shook his head, asking, “What else?”

“Riots,” Jessica sighed. “Between Miraclists on one side and Christians, Muslims, and Orthodox Jews on the other. Particularly in the Mid-West and the South.”

“What about the International reaction?” I asked, nibbling on a strawberry, hardly tasting the tart sweetness.

“Muslim nations are universally condemning you two as the new Great Satans. There must be a thousand fatwas being declared against you. Europe is split. Many EU heads-of-state were watching the events here in Tacoma, but not all of them—just like here in the States—caught it live. The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom supports you, but he’s probably going to lose power. There’s a vote of no-confidence going to be brought before Parliament tomorrow. Also, expect the UN to try to pass some sort of resolution against you today.”

Her news just grew worse and worse. Every military in the world was being mobilized to either support or oppose us. Trading had halted on the New York Stock Exchange as the indexes plummeted, and the Asian and European Markets were crashing as a growing lack of confidence in the American economy was spreading.

“Is that it?” I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

Jessica shook her head no. “At the end of July, a Professor Scrivener was killed. Brandon Fitzsimmons was a person of interest in his death.”

“I remember that,” I said. “The man died on our wedding night.”

“Apparently, the Professor left behind some documents pointing the finger at Brandon. These documents, and the Professor’s translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, ended up on the internet. They first appeared on the University of Wisconsin’s website, and from there, they’ve spread to a number of occult or New Age sites. The largest site it’s found on is UnearthedArcana.com, where dozens of people have posted that they’ve made Pacts with Lucifer.”

“Are you saying there are dozens of Warlocks who’ve popped up?” Mark asked, his voice growing hard.

My heart quickened.

“Yes, Master. If dozens are posting that they’ve done it, how many are staying silent? Only a minority of people ever comment out of the hundreds who see something on the internet.”

“There could be hundreds of Warlocks out there?”

“Damn,” I whispered.

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