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The Tyrants, Mark and Mary Glassner, represent the greatest threat to Liberty in human history. As the great Statesmen Thomas Jefferson wrote in ‘The Declaration of Independence,’ “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they were endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that amongst these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” To this end, we, the Patriots of the United States, shall bring about the Tyrants’ death and restore a state of Liberty to all those they have enslaved. Our forefathers shed their blood to keep this country Free. We shall not hesitate to shed ours.

—excerpt from ‘The Patriots Manifesto’, Author Unknown

Mark Glassner

Korina made an outstanding choice. I loved the feel of the mother and daughter in my arms as I stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse. It was richly furnished and very modern looking. Weird lines and strange shapes abounded. Mary would probably have liked it—she was an artist.

I didn’t get this stuff at all.

“Violet,” I said. She hadn’t had fun on the plane ride. And more importantly, Korina showed no disappointment that she wasn’t chosen. She just smiled at me, wholly submissive, just glad I was happy—the mark of a true slave.

Violet followed as I headed to the bedroom. There was more expensive furniture here, even a weird-looking chair. I let go of the two women, who both were trembling with nervous excitement, and sat down on the weird seat. Its strange back, curving over my head, made it uncomfortable.

Maybe it wasn’t intended to be sat on? But then why make it to begin with?

Violet knew what to do, and knelt down and unzipped me and pulled my hard cock out. She stroked it and ran her tongue up and down it. Eighteen-year-old Bryanna’s breath caught. She leaned over, staring at my dick.

“It’s different than Daddy’s,” she said.

“Your dad is uncircumcised,” Tibby explained as Violet’s tongue danced across the head of my cock.

“Oh,” Bryanna said as her mom pulled off her thick sweater to reveal a pair of lush breasts barely contained by a lacy bra.

“Have either of you been with a woman before?” I asked, my dick throbbing.

“No,” Tibby answered.

Bryanna shook her head and blushed.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Well, we’re straight,” answered the mother.

“You’ve just realized that you’re bisexual,” I ordered, loving the look on their faces as my commands took effect. “And that you are deeply attracted to each other. Why don’t you two get naked and explore these new feelings.”

“Wow, Mom,” Bryanna cooed. “That is a nice pair of hooters ya got.”

Tibby reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and freed her large breasts. They sagged a bit, but still looked great. Especially her large areolas and fat nipples. She hefted them, giving them a squeezing and then proffering them to her daughter.

“Why don’t you give them a feel?” she suggested.

As Violet’s mouth sucked my cock into her lips, Bryanna reached out and tentatively gave her mother’s tit a squeeze. It was so hot to watch mother and daughter embark upon lesbian incest. The barely legal beauty’s mouth opened in amazement as she kneaded the heavy orb.

“I used to nurse from these, didn’t I, Momma?”

“You did. I loved it. I felt so close to you when you nursed.”

Bryanna ducked her head down and sucked her mother’s nipple into her lips. Her mother shuddered, eyes rolling back in her head as her daughter suckled. The eighteen-year-old wiggled her hips, new desires bursting through her body.

I grabbed Violet’s pigtails and began forcing her head up and down on my cock. The slut didn’t fight, surrendering to me. She moaned about my dick, making such cute and wanton sounds. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the women.

I loved watching mothers and daughters fuck.

Tibby mewled in pleasure, cradling her child’s head to her breast. “Oh, duckling, that feels wonderful! Suck at Momma’s tit! I love you so much!”

Bryanna released the nipple. “I love you too, Momma!”

They stared at each other, frozen for a moment as incestuous desire swelled between them. Then Bryanna raised her head and kissed her mother on the lips. Tibby melted against her daughter, cupping her child’s face, and kissed her back with such passion.

My cock ached in Violet’s mouth as I worked her lips up and down my dick. She sucked so hard, moaning and humming, pleasing my cock. Mother and daughter’s tongues danced as they shared their first incestuous kiss.

It was so hot.

Bryanna was breathless when she broke the kiss. “Wow, Momma, you sure know how to kiss.”

Tibby just smiled, her body shuddering. “Mmm, I want to see my little girl’s hooters.”

Bryanna flushed as her mom pushed her jean jacket off her shoulders. “Momma, you know I don’t have any tits.”

“You’re still young, duckling.”

“I’m eighteen, Momma,” she protested as her mom pulled her red peasant’s blouse over her head. Her breasts were small, apple-sized, topped with puffy, pink nipples, and clearly didn’t need a bra to support them.

“But they are beautiful,” Tibby insisted, giving her daughter’s breast a squeeze.

“Oh, yes,” I agreed, my dick aching in Violet’s sucking mouth. Pleasure rippled through me. “Just gorgeous.”

Tibby groped her daughter’s breasts, her fingers sliding over the firm mounds. She found Bryanna’s nipples and rubbed her thumbs over them. The girl shuddered and quivered, making cute gasps. Then Tibby bent down and sucked her daughter’s nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, Momma! That feels amazing! I’m nursing you now!”

“Yes,” I groaned, bobbing Violet’s mouth faster and faster on my cock.

Tibby’s lips were glued to her daughter’s breast as the pair sank onto the bed. The mother pushed her daughter down onto her back, still sucking noisily at her tit. I groaned, watching them squirm, the MILF’s ass wiggling, pointed right at me.

The mother ran her hands down Bryanna’s side, reaching for her jean skirt. Tibby pulled it up, exposing her daughter’s bushy twat. The barely legal girl gasped as her mother ran her fingers through her downy pubes and across her wet slit.

“Momma’s gonna make her duckling feel wonderful,” Tibby purred.

“Oh, yes, do that,” I groaned, my balls tightening.

Tibby kissed down her daughter’s body. Bryanna’s blue eyes sparkled with lust. The mother’s ass wiggled, covered by her black skirt, as she moved lower and lower, smooching and enjoying the feel of her daughter’s skin. Then she passed the jean skirt, lowering her head to her daughter’s snatch.

“Oh, Momma!” Bryanna gasped as her mother spread her pussy lips open and dived in.

“Fuck,” I grunted, my hips thrusting now.

I couldn’t sit still. I had to fuck my slut’s lips as I watched this incestuous display. I rammed my cock over and over into my slut’s sucking mouth. This was so hot. The chair creaked as my cum boiled in my balls, an ache forming at the tip of my cock.

My eyes were rooted to the sight of Tibby working her tongue deep into her daughter’s juicy snatch. The incest was so hot. Bryanna shuddered, her small tits jiggling as she experienced lesbian, incestuous passion. Mother and daughter would remember this moment of intimate love for the rest of their lives.

“Goddamn,” I grunted, slamming into Violet’s mouth, and erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. Powerful blast after powerful blast. Each one had me spasming, the pleasure racing through my body. Violet moaned her delight, gulping down my cum as I kept my eyes fixed on mother licking daughter.

My pleasure surged through me. Buzzing delight hummed through my veins. Euphoria tingled through me. I groaned, panting, coming down from the excitement of erupting into my slut’s mouth. I let go of her pigtails as I relaxed.

Violet pulled her mouth off my dick, a happy smile on her lips. “Thank you, Master,” she purred, stroking my cock. “That was wonderful.”

“You did great, slut!”

Tibby’s wiggling ass beckoned.

Still hard, I stood and walked to the bed. I grasped the hem of Tibby’s black skirt and yanked it up over her ass, exposing her pussy. She moaned into her daughter’s snatch as I parted her labia, exposing her wet, pink depths.

She licked harder, making her daughter pant while she squirmed. Her ass clenched as my thumbs rubbed up and down her parted pussy lips, my cock aimed right at her. Her cunt was just at the right level to let me stand at the foot of the bed and fuck her.

So I rubbed my cock on her vulva and then thrust it into her sheath. Hot, wet, married pussy engulfed my cock.

“Oh yes!” Tibby gasped. “Fuck me, my Lord!”

“Are you on birth control?” I asked as I pumped my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

“No, neither of us are. My husband had a vasectomy,” she answered. “You’re going to pull out, right?”

I laughed, my dick aching so badly. “Nope. I’m going to cum in your cunt. And your daughter’s cunt. If you’re lucky, you both might carry my child.”

“That’d be wonderful, Momma!” Bryanna gasped, pinching her puffy nipples as she humped against her mother’s licking mouth.

“Yes, it would, duckling!” moaned the mother, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick.

I hoped I bred her. The ultimate proof that a god had cuckolded her husband. I had noticed him. He was downstairs or heading home, knowing his wife and daughter were being fucked hard by his god. I bet he was happy.

It made me thrust so hard. I pounded her pussy hard. She wasn’t too tight, but she was warm and wet and knew how to move her hips. My every thrust pressed her face into her daughter’s snatch. She moaned, licking and feasting on incestuous cunt.

That made Bryanna squirm. Her hands shot down and tangled in her mother’s black curls. The barely legal slut bucked her hips, rubbing her cunt all over her mother’s lips. She gasped and moaned, twisting in pleasure.

“Oh, Momma!” she groaned. “This feels amazing! I love your mouth on my pussy! Mmm, eat me! Make me cream, Momma!”

“Yes, yes, cum for me, duckling!” Tibby moaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter on my dick plunging into her hot depths. “Let’s cum together!”

“Yes!” Bryanna yelled. “Oh, geez! Here it cums! Oh yes!”

Her back arched and her mother held on for dear life, never ceasing to drink her daughter’s flood of fresh juices. The MILF savored it, licking and lapping as I plowed over and over into her cunt. It was so exciting, my cum swelling my balls already.

And then the MILF came.

She squealed into her daughter’s cunt. Her snatch spasmed wildly on my cock. Her body bucked as her orgasm burned hot through her. I shivered, loving it, my balls tensing as I plowed over and over into her massaging cunt.

“That’s it, slut,” I growled. “You just made your daughter cum. Now your god’s going to breed you.”

“Yes, yes, breed me!” Tibby howled.

“Breed my momma!” groaned the thrashing daughter.

I fucked her harder, feeling my own release approaching. Every thrust into her spasming depths brought me closer and closer. Then I grunted and buried into her pussy. I shuddered as I spilled my fertile seed into her womb.

Pleasure rushed through me. It was so hot to knock up a married woman. I loved it.

“Oh, Master, yes,” Violet purred in the background. “Pump all your seed into her.”

“Yes,” moaned Tibby, her pussy milking out the last of my cum.

“Oh, Momma, I want to eat you now!” Bryanna said, her eyes bright and eager, bouncing with the energy of an eighteen-year-old.

“Absolutely, duckling!” Tibby shivered. “I’m all creamy now. You’ll just love it!” Tibby pulled away from me. I smiled, watching my white cum run out of her snatch and down her thighs.

She unzipped her skirt and threw it to the floor before falling back on the bed and spreading her legs, and her pussy, wide open. My cum matted her dark hairs. Her face was flushed, her lips smeared with her daughter’s cream.

“Wow, Momma!” Bryanna cooed. “Your pussy lips are huge!” She reached out, tugging on a thick labia. “Mine are small. You can barely see them. You’re bigger than me in every way.”

“Don’t pout, duckling. You’ll develop more. I had a pussy as tight as yours at eighteen!” Tibby slid her fingers through her messy cunt. “Now why don’t you give Momma a good lickin’?”

Bryanna dove into her mother’s cunt, giving me a great view of the damp fur surrounding her tight slit. My cock was hard again. So I buried into her barely legal snatch. Hot, tight, amazing cunt surrounded my cock.

“Holy jeez!” Bryanna gasped, her head snapping up from her mother’s cunt. “He’s a little bigger than Daddy!”

“Mmm, I know,” Tibby cooed. “Doesn’t that cock just feel wonderful pumping in and out of you?”

“It does, Momma!”

Bryanna’s cunt was a vice compared to her mother’s snatch. I fucked her hard, thrusting over and over while she feasted on her mother’s pussy. I enjoyed every second that I fucked her. Next to Mary’s pussy, barely legal cunt was the best thing to fuck. I gripped Bryanna’s ass, spreading her firm cheeks, and saw her rosebud asshole.

Well, maybe there was something better than barely legal cunt.

“Oh, wow!” Bryanna gasped as I ripped my cock out of her pussy and rammed it into her bowels. My dick was well-lubed, but her ass was virgin territory. “Momma, he’s fucking my butt!”

“Relax, duckling,” Tibby cooed. “Relax, your ass will take it!”

“Okay, Momma,” Bryanna panted, her voice throaty.

Her ass was tight ecstasy. I shuddered as I plunged in and out slower than I fucked her pussy. I took my time, savoring the velvety feel of her bowels wrapped about my dick. I grunted with each thrust, watching my cock disappearing into her sphincter stretched about my shaft.

Tibby stroked her daughter’s face and guided the girl’s lips back to her juicy cunt. Bryanna’s head moved as she began eating her mother’s pussy. I felt the tension leave her body, her ass relaxing as she grew used to the new sex.

I started thrusting faster, enjoying the feel of my balls slapping against her taint. I groaned, her ass so tight. The friction sent pleasure rippling through my body as I plowed her. Her mother looked so proud, holding her daughter’s head to her pussy, while staring up at me.

“Fuck her ass, my God,” she groaned. “Plow her! Use her! We’re yours!”

“Yours,” breathed Bryanna. “You and your divine wife came to save us!”

“Yes,” I groaned, thrusting harder, my balls aching as they smacked into her flesh.

The bed creaked as I fucked her. Tibby writhed, her thighs clenching on her daughter’s licking mouth. The barely legal slut feasted on her mother, moaning and groaning, her hips wiggling as she took my cock over and over into her bowels.

I loved my powers. I loved being worshiped as a god and fucking a willing mother and daughter. I didn’t have to order them to be here. I didn’t have to use mind control powers on them to enjoy this moment.

They worshiped me. Goddamn, it was intoxicating.

“Mmm, duckling, that feels wonderful!” Tibby moaned, her face contorting as she humped against her daughter’s mouth. “Eat Momma’s dirty pussy! Lick Momma clean! Oh yes!”

The MILF’s large breasts heaved as her face squeezed in pleasure. She gripped the sheets as her body thrashed, her orgasm surging through her. She savored the incestuous delight gifted to her by her daughter’s tongue.

It was so hot. I fucked her daughter’s ass so hard as I watched her cum. My dick ached, throbbed, my orgasm swelling and swelling. I grunted, thrusting so hard, ramming my dick so deep into the girl’s tight bowels.

Tibby collapsed, panting, her orgasm fading. “Thank you, duckling!”

“You’re welcome, Momma,” groaned Bryanna, her voice so throaty.

Tibby slid away from her daughter, then crawled down the bed, kneeling beside us. She bent down, giving Bryanna’s asscheek a big smooch, and watched my cock plunging in and out of her hole. Her hand reached under, and I felt her fingers brush my pistoning cock, searching for her daughter’s cunt.

“Oh, Momma!” Bryanna gasped, her bowels clenching down on my cock. “Oh, play with my clitty!”

“Yes, finger your daughter. Make her cum on my dick.”

“Yes, my Lord,” the MILF purred.

Bryanna’s hips undulated faster as her mother played with her clit. She moaned and gasped, her bowels so hot. Tibby kissed and sucked at her daughter’s ass, leaving brown hickeys on white skin. I groaned, thrusting faster.

The barely legal slut cooed happily. Her plaited braid coiled across her supple back. I seized it, yanking her head back. Her sapphire eyes shone with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. I reamed into her ass as I stared into those eyes.

I saw it in her depths. She knew I owned her body and soul.

“Pound my ass, my Lord!” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so good! Mmm, I’m so glad you took my anal cherry! I’m gonna cum, my Lord!”

A low, throaty moan escaped her lips and her ass squeezed deliciously on my cock. Her body thrashed as her pleasure rippled through her. I grunted, plowing into her rippling bowels, her massaging depths bringing me closer and closer to my next eruption.

“Oh, yes!” she groaned. “Do you feel my passion, my Lord? Do you feel my naughty ass squeezing on your hard cock?”

“Fuck, I do!” I moaned.

My balls were about to explode, but I wanted to cum in her fertile cunt. I pulled out of her bowels and thrust my cock, dirty with her juicy ass, into her pussy. I shuddered, driving into her once pure depths as I soiled her.

“Here it fucking cums!” I shouted, thrusting hard, my cum rising and rising, the pressure building and the tip of my cock.

I buried into her, and rapture surged through me.

“Oh, Momma!” she howled. “He’s shooting in me! We’re gonna make a baby, momma!”

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Jerrold Baxter

I decided to wait until after the Tyrant arrived in Washington D.C. before making my move. It was late. Things were quiet. The chances of anyone coming around this late at night were less likely. And that increased the chance of my mission.

I knocked on the door of the apartment.

“Who is it?” a woman asked, her voice reedy, quavering.

“FBI,” I answered, holding up my badge. “I’m Agent Baxter. Please open your door, ma’am.” It wasn’t a lie. I was an FBI agent.

The old woman cracked the door open, the chain still in place, and peered at my badge. “What can I do for you?” she asked, a little nervous as she unhooked the chain. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s very routine,” I told her, giving her the friendly smile I always used to reassure someone. Even the most law-abiding person is unnerved by the FBI showing up so late.

“Oh, okay,” she said.

“May I come in?”

She nodded her head and motioned me in.

Once inside, I whispered a word and I caught her as she fell asleep. I carried the old woman to her bedroom and set her on her bed. The Yashen spell would keep her unconscious until around noon tomorrow. When she woke up, she wouldn’t remember a thing.

Her apartment gave the perfect vantage on the Willard Intercontinental’s entrance. I went back to the hallway and retrieved my gun case. I took a deep breath, then began assembling my H&K PSG1 sniper rifle. The PSG1 was the perfect sniper’s weapon, powerful and precise. The Germans designed it for use in hostage situations after the Munich Games.

I had a lot of experience with it.

For seven years I had been a sniper with the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team, our version of the SWAT.

Once my rifle was assembled, I walked carefully to the window, concentrated, and whispered, “Ashan.”

The spell created an illusion in front of the window. From the outside, it would still look like the window was closed and the shades were drawn. The spell was one of the many powers I gained when I sold my soul to the Devil along with the other Patriots last week.

Noel Heinrich was right. This was the only way to save America. To save the world. I loved my Country too much to watch it become enslaved by Mark Glassner and his whore.

I opened the drapes and the window, and then set up my tripod and rifle. In the morning, the Tyrant, Mark Glassner, would step out of the hotel, and I would put a bullet in his brain.

I grabbed my pack and pulled out the CB radio. Mark controlled the NSA, and cell phones were too easily traced by them. I keyed up the CB, “19Q321, traffic is just fine in D.C.” It was the code that I was in position. There would be no answer. Headquarters was monitoring the frequency, but they would never transmit. CBs were too easy to direction find. “Over.”

I sat on a cushioned ottoman and watched the hotel. On its roof, I could see the counter-snipers, soldiers with their own sniper rifles, scanning the neighboring buildings for someone like me. I laughed. With the illusion in place they could never see me.

“KK254, the Brooklyn Bridge is traffic free,” a woman’s voice crackled over the CB. “Over.”

I smiled. Sheila Robbins was in place to assassinate Mary. If all went well tomorrow, the world would be free of the Tyrants.

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Noel Heinrich – Philadelphia, PA

“They’re in place,” I reported to the other Patriots waiting in the living room of my former FBI mentor Wyatt Kirby. He was the man I turned to when Mark and Mary, those fucking monsters, set me free of their powers. He was the man who helped me recruit the two dozen individuals, all law enforcement or intelligence agents, to join the fight. They were all patriots who realized that a stand had to be taken.

“The spells worked?” asked Davin Ellery. He was a heavy-set, Black man.

“They worked,” I grinned back. “Jarrod and Sheila wouldn’t have broadcast their messages. Come morning, Mark and Mary will be dead and we can set to right the country. Make it better.”

They nodded.

“And if they don’t die?” asked Arron Knaggs.

I fixed Arron with a hard look. “Then we shed more blood.” My gaze snapped over to Marissa Jamison. “Is the manifesto ready? I want it published the moment we take the shots.”

“The server’s set up. I’ve routed it through the TOR network. They won’t be able to trace it.”

I smiled, looking at the fellow patriots. “Whether we live or fail, let the world know we’ve declared war on the Tyrants and their Theocracy.”

And Chasity, my love, you will be avenged.

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