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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 thus did our Gods travel to the East Coast of the United States to spread their message to the leaders, showing them the true path of righteousness.

—The Gospel of April 40:23

Mark Glassner – Washington D.C.

Love you. I could feel my wife drifting off to sleep.

“Fifteen minutes. Please, sir, return to your seat,” Joslyn’s voice came over the intercom again. She flew the plane with Lydia, both my slutty pilots.

Alison and Korina were kissing, swapping my cum, as I stood and pulled on my suit. The sluts all, sadly, stopped playing around with each other and found their slutty maid outfits. Then we left the small cabin to take our seats.

51 and four squads of the bodyguard had already taken their seats in the main cabin of the plane, their faces flushed. They had been enjoying themselves. They didn’t need to be vigilant on the plane. Who could harm me up here?

“Master,” Violet said. She bounded to her feet and hurried to me. She was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl, my favorite. She rose on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the mouth. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. I had four sluts with me; the other four were with Mary.

“Sir,” 51 nodded. The Black ex-cop was the chief of the bodyguard.

I nodded back

The bodyguard had tripled in the last week. Female cops from across the country flocked to Tacoma to volunteer to protect us. This allowed Mary and I to free the original bodyguards that we had forced to serve us. 51 chose to stay, provided that I reunited her with her husband. Another third of the surviving bodyguard decided to stay on. The rest returned to their families and jobs. I was glad 51 and 27 remained—we three had survived Brandon’s attack together.

Since the second-in-command, 47, quit, I promoted 27 to her position. She more than earned it that weekend. Now she led the detachment guarding Mary in New York City.

I looked out the window and saw a C-130 flying in formation with us. There were another three of those carrying elements of the Legion—the army who had sworn me their allegiance. I had bound the soldiers with the Ragily prayer, the Monk version of the Zimmah spell. We had yet to find my limit on how many I could bind with the Ragily prayer, and already 10,000 members of the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines had taken the oath. Along with the C-130s, a squadron of F-22 Raptors flew in formation around us.

Mary had a similar force guarding her in New York City.

We came in for a landing at Andrews Air Force Base outside of Washington D.C. Awaiting our arrival was an honor guard, made up of advanced elements of the Legion and the bodyguards, and a fleet of SUVs, Humvees, and Strykers that would escort my armored limo. It may be overkill, but I was taking no more chances.

Brandon showed me just how dangerous a Warlock could be.

There were dozens, if not hundreds, of Warlocks out there, each with access to the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The book’s translation had been unleashed upon the internet over the summer. Its knowledge was capable of threatening us. We had the FBI shut down UnearthedArcana.com and any other websites where the translation of the book had appeared. But every time one was taken down, two more sprouted up like the severed head of the Hydra. Often they were on overseas websites in Russia, China, and other countries. Hackers and other internet freedom groups were starting to cause all sorts of problems from DOS attacks to releasing sensitive information.

Something had to be done about all these Warlocks.

Jessica had given me a report of suspected Warlock activity. There was this Ghost of Paris who seemed to have knocked up half of a cheerleading squad in Texas and was daily molesting the women of the town. In South America, three separate men were fighting each other in Brazil, sending the country and its neighbors spiraling into chaos. A fourteen-year-old boy had just been elected President-for-Life in Spain, and in St. Paul, Minnesota, a man calling himself Dr. Arthursson had opened a clinic where he could reshape any woman to her ideal appearance in moments. He was charging a fortune for his service.

One gave me a chuckle. In Glasgow, Scotland, a man was flying around claiming he was Superman, complete with the tights and cape.

I bet Sam could figure out a spell to track down all these Warlocks. We needed to deal with them before things got too out of hand. She was supposed to be back from France in a day or two. She reported she was almost finished with her study of the Hidden Place in the basement of the Nun’s Motherhouse.

“Well, let’s go,” I said as Violet hopped off my lap.

“Yes,” she beamed, eager for the attention. All my sluts loved being seen with me.

I headed to the plane’s door and waited for the stairs to be wheeled up to Air Force One. But, before I could go out, my bodyguards had to make sure it was secure for me, not trusting the soldiers. 51 led half of the bodyguards out of the plane. They raced down the stairs, looking so hot in their slutty cop outfits. You’d think they were going to a Halloween party or a porn set until you realized they were armed with a mix of MP7s and M16s.

“Sluts,” I grinned. “Let’s stretch our legs.”

Alison gave a wicked grin, hooking her wife’s arm. “Time to give all the horny men in the world more eye candy.”

Alison and Desiree descended first, followed by me, with Violet, Korina, and the other half of the bodyguards bringing up the rear. I waved as I went down the stairs to the flashing cameras. The media was on hand. Their questions were swallowed in a cacophony of shouts as they all tried to get my attention.

I just kept waving and walked to the armored limo.

Leah was waiting for me, smiling as she held the door open. She looked hot in her short, black skirt, fishnet stockings, and white bustier. A red-and-blue tie fell invitingly between her cleavage. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur’s cap completed the outfit.

“My Lord,” Leah murmured.

I stroked her cheek and gave her a kiss on the lips. She blushed prettily. The next time I was home, I needed to bring Leah and her wife to my bed. Mary would enjoy that. She liked the two women. Their husband Jacob wouldn’t mind.

I’d send him a few of the sluts to keep him busy.

Just thinking of it hardened my cock. And Leah was so fetching and loyal. She had survived the attack, too. She had suffered at Brandon’s hands because of her love and worship for Mary and me. Why wait for home?

I was a god.

I kissed her a second time, pressing her against the body of the limo. My hand shoved into the cup of her bustier, feeling her large tit squeeze between my fingers. Her kiss grew passionate, her right leg hiking up, hooking around my left, and feistily rubbing up and down the back of mine.

Alison laughed. “More eye candy!”

“Mmm, yes, mi Sirenita. Mi Rey is feeling randy.”

Violet giggled while I kept kissing Leah.

The married woman shuddered, her arms so tight about my neck, our tongues dueling. It was so hot. Cameras flashed, immortalizing this moment while others broadcast this out to the world. It made my cock so hard knowing thousands and thousands, maybe even millions, of people were about to watch me fuck this sexy woman.

Leah’s hands found the zipper of my pants. She drew it down and reached in, finding my hard and throbbing dick. She pulled me up, rubbing me against her short skirt. She ducked it beneath her, brushing it against her thigh. I grabbed her ass, lifting her off the ground.

She purred, rubbing my cock against her wet pussy. She wore no panties. Those just got in the way.

I lowered her down my shaft. She moaned into our kiss, shuddering as her pussy engulfed my dick. Wet, silky delight caressed my cock as her thighs wrapped about my hips, gripping me. She undulated her hips, fucking me back hard.

I squeezed her ass, drawing back my hips, and pounded her cunt like a madman.

I fucked her hard. I drove my dick into her molten depths. I savored her sheath wrapped about me. She shuddered, thighs tightening while her pussy clenched so hard on my plunging dick. The cameras flashed more, moans coming from the crowd.

“Pound her, Master,” cheered Alison. “Fuck her cunt!”

“Oh, Master, she loves it,” moaned Korina.

“Leah’s an honorary slut,” Violet agreed. “Her and her wife, Rachel.”

“Yep,” Alison agreed. “Fuck her, Master!”

I was.

I plunged over and over into her hot depths, my balls smacking into Leah. The cum boiled in them, the pressure growing and growing in me. I shuddered, loving her hot grip and all those watching people. And the thousands more at home, witnessing their god spread his love.

I broke the kiss, grunting so loud as the limo groaned, rocking on its shocks. Her fingernails clawed at the back of my suit, scraping down the silk-blended cloth. Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick, increasing the friction.

“Fuck me, my Lord!” she moaned, tossing her brown curls. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I love it when you fuck me!”

“Your moans are being broadcast to the world,” I panted. “Right now, Rachel and Jacob are watching you getting plowed. Your husband is taking your wife, thrilled your god is fucking you.”

“My Lord!” she howled and went off like a firecracker, cumming fast and loud.

I groaned, her cunt squeezing my shaft. It was so exciting feeling her cunt massage my cock, knowing thousands were watching me fucking this slut in their homes. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Not with all this pressure.

My balls were boiling. And her pussy felt too amazing.

I kept plunging into her spasming depths. The pressure swelled and swelled in my balls. Delight surged through me. I grunted, driving my cock deep into her depths. Her silky sheath engulfed me, massaging my dick.

I came.

I moaned and grunted as I shot my cum into her pussy. My entire body convulsed. I savored the rapture pumping out of my dick with every powerful blast of cum into her pussy. I shuddered, my pleasure peaking.

Damn, that was good.

“Thank you, my Lord!” she breathed as I pulled away, straightening her skirt.

“You’re welcome,” I told her, giving her ass a friendly squeeze.

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Korina Stavros

A few minutes after Master’s naughty display with Leah, we were driving away from the airfield and into the capitol. Alison was cuddled on one side of Master while Desiree was on the other. We moved swiftly through Washington D.C. to our hotel, the Willard Intercontinental. The local police had shut down the highway and surface streets, so the motorcade made good time.

A huge crowd of cheering people had gathered before the hotel. Master gazed out at them, such a huge grin on his face at the sight of all the worshipers. They all believed he was a god. Us sluts knew the truth about the Pact with the Devil, but we would never tell a soul. We would keep alive the propaganda that they were gods.

April was even writing a holy book for the Church of the Living Gods. She had spent the summer interviewing all the sluts, learning everything that had happened, and making notes so she could put out a… sanitized version of events.

That was important. People had to believe they were gods. They had to dominate the world. Something dark was coming. Something that had Master and Mistress scared. Whatever it was, they couldn’t even tell us sluts.

It had to be something worse than Brandon.

“Master’s so eager,” Alison grinned. “Which pussy are you going to choose?”

“Korina can decide,” Master said, glancing at me.

I blushed and preened, my breasts jiggling in my transparent French maid’s top. With no bra, my large tits swayed at my slightest movement. “Thank you, Master.”

He nodded. Then Leah opened the limo. The roar of the crowds washed through the back of the vehicle, almost a physical wave. It shook with their cheers. Master had such a huge grin on his face as he stepped out. I understood. People looked at me with awe, calling me a Holy Slut, like I was a saint who also deserved to be worshiped.

What little attention I got was the most intoxicating thing in the world. What Master and Mistress received must be amazing.

I climbed out and looked at the crowds. Soldiers had formed a small aisle through them to the hotel’s entrance. Master moved ahead, shaking hands and groping bared breasts proffered to him. I kept my eyes roving for the perfect woman for Master to take upstairs and fuck.

It was Master’s custom on out-of-town trips to pick a lucky girl to fuck. If Mistress was with him, they would enjoy her together, or else he would enjoy her all on his own. So it was a great honor to choose the woman. I never looked for any particular woman, just whoever caught my eye who might be appealing to Master.

When I saw her, I knew she was the one. She was an eighteen-year-old with a heart-shaped face. She looked so innocent with her plaited black hair and jean jacket. Next to her stood a more mature version of the girl, a woman in her late thirties. The daughter was taller, and barely had any tits, while the mom was short and very busty.

I pressed forward. Master would enjoy a mother and a daughter. “You,” I said, pointing at the girl. “And you. Come along.”

“Us?” the mother asked.

“You’re chosen to be with him.”

The daughter shrieked.

“Thank you, Holy Slut,” the mother moaned, clutching her daughter to her.

I beamed at them. “You will please our God so much.”

My pussy itched just at the thought of how much they would please him. I rubbed my pregnant belly, knowing Master would be so happy with me.

There was a tall man whom the mother and daughter both kissed. He looked proud that his wife and daughter were chosen by their God. It always sent such a naughty thrill through me how willing husbands were to let their wives fuck Master. He didn’t even have to order this man.

He was just excited to be cuckolded by a god.

The soldiers let the two women through, and I led them into the hotel. Master was waiting at the elevator with the other sluts. He turned and gave me that boyish grin at the sight of the two women I had chosen.

“Go to him,” I whispered, pushing them forward.

They rushed to him, holding hands, the mother as ecstatic as the daughter. They both shrieked like a pair of teeny boppers seeing their favorite boy band. I followed after as Master engulfed them both in his arms, kissing first the mother and then the daughter on the lips.

“I can’t believe you chose us, my Lord,” the daughter gushed. “Marcy and Amy will be so jealous!”

The mother was crimson faced, breathing heavily.

“Relax,” Master told her and kissed her again. He was such a caring man.

“I’m sorry, this is just so exciting!” the mother gushed. “I mean, it’s you! When we joined the Living Church in August, I never thought in a million years that you would ever bless me. Us.”

“So you two are true believers?” Mark asked. “Let’s see if you follow the tenets.”

The mother lifted up her dress first, exposing a shaved pussy with fat, dark lips hanging an inch down. The daughter followed, raising the hem of her jean skirt. I saw a dark, black bush and just the hint of a tight slit.

They followed the tenets—no panties. Master was such a naughty guy. I know I didn’t wear panties ever.

“What’re your names?” Mark asked, reaching out to rub both of their pussies. They both gasped as he fingered their wet snatches.

“I’m Tibby, and this is my daughter Bryanna!” the mother gasped, shuddering on Master’s fingers.

Master pulled his fingers out of their cunts and offered them to me. My reward for choosing. I licked at his fingers, savoring the flavors of their cunts. Tibby tasted tart while Bryanna had a spicy, fresh flavor.

“Mmm, thank you, Master. They taste delicious.”

“You have a good eye, Korina,” he said.

“I’ll say,” Alison groaned. “I love mother/daughter incest. It’s hot watching Mistress and her mom go at it.”

I nodded in agreement.

The elevator dinged. Mark, his arms around both mother and daughter, entered the gilded box. Us sluts and some of the bodyguards crowded in. I shivered as the elevator lurched upward, whisking us off to the penthouse suite. There more bodyguards waited. They had arrived yesterday, an advance team to make sure everything was secure and ready for my arrival.

“I’m going to fuck you and your daughter so hard,” Master promised, delight in his voice. The elevator dinged. “Maybe I’ll breed you both.”

I burned with delight. Master was very pleased with my choice. Making him happy made me happy. I loved being a slut.

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