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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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With hearts full of hatred, the blind attacked their very Savior!

—The Second Book of Vivian 3:1

Monday, October 7th, 2013 – Mary Glassner – The Dreamscape

I threw a punch at Mark’s face. He caught my wrist easily.

“He’s bigger than me, so how am I supposed to fight him?” I demanded angrily of Azrael.

Ever since I took the Mother Superior’s Gift and my mother gave hers to Mark, we could summon Azrael, the Angel of Death, to train us. We could also form a shared dreamscape thanks to how tightly bound our souls were. For the last week, we explored it. Now we were using it to learn to fight so that we could defend ourselves if we ended up in another bad situation.

When Mark was captured by Brandon, he had the strength to fight better than the soldiers who captured him, but he had no idea how to do it. His punches were clumsy. They were easily able to subdue him. He was determined not to let that happen again.

But it was so frustrating. Mark picked it all up effortlessly, thanks to his Gift, while I had to struggle to learn just the basics. The Gift was so sexist! Why did Mark get cool fighting powers? He got to summon a sword and armor and look absolutely badass when he’s fighting. All I got was the degrading power of exorcism through sex. I still felt dirty from handling Brandon’s cock.

Sometimes, I felt like the vile taste of his cum would never leave my lips.

“Your foes will almost always be bigger than you, Mary,” Azrael replied in her musical voice. She sounded like bells ringing when she talked: tiny, tinkling bells when she was happy and deep, resonating bells when she was angry. “This is good practice.”

“You’re getting better, Mare,” Mark said with a smile. I knew he was just saying that to be nice, and it did make me feel warm inside.

But I wasn’t getting better. I felt so clumsy, like my limbs were weighted down as I struggled to move them properly. My husband moved quickly and deliberately, flowing like water despite his greater size. Unlike me, his body moved as he intended while I stumbled and flailed like a drunk chicken.

We had already been practicing for what seemed like a day. Time worked differently in the dreams, flowed slower. Mark kept referring to Inception, and he looked so shocked when I admitted to having never seen the movie. For the last week, we had spent every other night training in the dreams. It was too exhausting with my pregnancy for me to train every night.

It wasn’t just physical fighting we trained. We also practiced spells, trying to figure out ways to use them in sticky situations. Wind spells to knock an opponent down, illusions to confound them, and levitating to put distance between us and our enemy. Molech’s fire, we were discovering, was a great last resort, burning anyone who touched us.

I felt like I could do more with the fire, hurl it somehow, if I could just figure out how to control it better.

I also practiced my Gift, learning the Nun’s prayers. I could control an enemy’s Thrall—so long as they weren’t bound by the Zimmah spell—transforming them into traps to be sprung on their Warlock. Or I could free the Thrall or put them into a trance and interrogate them. With Warlocks popping up all over the world, I was the only one who could exorcise them and their Thralls. By touching their cocks. So unfair.

“Let’s practice shooting,” I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training.

I was great at shooting.

Since we were in a dream, we could shape or conjure anything we could imagine. I had been afraid of guns—they make that loud noise when they’re fired—ever since I was little. But once I got used to them, I found something very satisfying about hitting the target and seeing the damage the bullet did.

I especially liked to fire at targets that resembled Brandon, aiming at his crotch.

There was power in using a gun and being in control.

Mark and I spent a few dream hours, probably only ten minutes in the waking world, firing various guns. It was satisfying and fun. I had shot a few while awake now; the bodyguards and soldiers were very accommodating, and I had been pleased to see that my training in the dream had translated into real skill in the waking world.

I switched to shooting a 9mm automatic pistol. Probably my favorite gun. I aimed at a fresh Brandon target, lining up the front and rear sights right at his crotch. I squeezed the trigger, and the gun barked and jerked upwards in my hand as it spat out bullets. The target splintered, the first few bullets striking the crotch. Then there was a jerky line going up his hip into his gut. I smirked in satisfaction.

Shooting effigies of Brandon never grew old.

“I hope you enjoy Hell, bastard!” Mark muttered.

A chill went through me. We had sold our souls to the Devil, just like Brandon had. When we die, is eternal torment going to be our reward? Mark didn’t care about damnation when he sold his soul, and I had been too wrapped up in my love for him when I decided to sell mine to even think about it. I had wanted so badly to be his equal that I didn’t think through my decision.

I wished Sam was back from France. She would know.

She should be on a plane right now, landing this evening at La Guardia here in New York. For the last few days, I’d been studying the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, trying to find a way out of going to Hell when we died. The book hinted at a spell that would require a child, a daughter. My hand touched my belly, the only child I would ever have. If it was a girl, there was a way that Mark could gain immortality, and since I wished to live as long as Mark, I would gain it as well.

If I, or one of the sluts who was pregnant with his child, bore a daughter, we would be able to cheat the Devil and escape our fate. Assuming we could uncover this spell.

“It’s alright,” Mark whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

I blinked. I hadn’t realized I was displaying my emotions. But he was such a sweet man, sensing my turmoil. I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his strong arms. I knew in my heart that we’d be together forever—even in the torments of Hell. I let go of the gun—it vanished back into dreamstuff before hitting the ground—and I wiggled my ass into his hardening cock.

This was the other great benefit of the shared dream. We were sleeping hundreds of miles apart. I was in New York City, in the Waldorf-Astoria, and Mark was at the Willard Intercontinental in Washington, D.C. But that didn’t matter. We could be on the far side of the world, and we were only a nap away from being together. My pussy grew hot and wet as I felt his stiff cock.

So I imagined myself naked. The comfortable training clothes I wore vanished into black motes.

Mark’s arousal pressed against my naked ass. “Mmm, do you need some relief, my horny stallion?”

“Always Mare,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “When I’m with you, I always need relief.”

His words warmed my heart. He was always sweet with me, and it was one of the reasons our open relationship worked. He can be such a heartless bastard at times, treating women as things to satisfy his lusts, but never with me. Neither of us had to suppress our dark desires from each other, from the world. We were beyond morality—we were free.

Free to trust and know that our various dalliances didn’t change how we felt for each other.

Suddenly we were floating weightless in a blue sky. My auburn hair fanned about my head, like the tendrils of an anemone swaying in a current. I laughed, spinning about. You could have so much fun in the dreams.

Something soft and fluffy bumped into my back, cushioning me. It was a cloud, cotton-white. I stretched out upon it, spreading my legs open. I rubbed a finger through my waxed pussy, already damp, and brought my digit to my lips and tasted my sweet, spicy flavor. Mark let out a low growl as I sucked on my finger, then he buried his face into my pussy.

“Mmm, that feels wonderful, Mark!” I groaned.

His tongue slid up my petals and flicked at my clit, while his fingers spread me open, before burying his tongue into my pussy. His hands held my thighs as I shuddered, writhing on the cotton-soft cloud. His whiskered cheeks rubbed on my labia, pleasure spilling through me.

My husband was an outstanding pussy eater.

His right hand moved from my thighs, sliding up towards my pussy. I shuddered, his tongue flicking at my clit. I squirmed and groaned, pleasure bursting through my body. Then his strong fingers reached my vulva, rubbing up and down my waxed flesh. Then he penetrated me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, grinding so hard against his mouth as his two fingers pumped in and out of me. “Oh, Mark!”

“Naughty filly,” he groaned into my snatch.

“Sooooooo naughty!”

I writhed on the cloud, enjoying his tongue and fingers. He stirred my pregnant pussy to a froth. My clit throbbed beneath his flicking tongue, his digits plunging faster and faster in and out of my depths. Throaty moans burst from my lips.

I ran my hand through his brown hair, gripping him, anchoring myself to this amazing man. His blue eyes gazed up at me from between my pale thighs. I could feel his love. I hated sleeping apart from him, but we both could control people, and were more effective separate than together.

He sucked on my clit. Hard.

“Mmm, yes, eat me, my horny stallion! Oh, hun, I’m so close! You’re driving me wild!”

My orgasm built quickly. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. I loved the delicious friction he stirred. I shuddered. A small climax rippled through me. My nipples tingled as my body thrashed, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on my clit.

Then he moved his mouth down, eating my pussy, his tongue sliding around his plunging fingers. He grew the small orgasm, swelling the intensity as he feasted on me. I groaned, shuddering, wiggling on the soft, pillowy clouds.

“Oh, Mark, yes,” I groaned. “You’re so amazing!”

I screamed out into the blue sky. Our own universe of pleasure. Another orgasm shot through me. Such pleasure screaming through my body. He was such a generous man. He deserved to be rewarded. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling so empty.

“Let me suck you!” I cried out. I wanted to make my husband feel just as amazing.

“Naughty filly,” he groaned, then moved.

He spun around so easily, making his body weightless. Then he floated down towards me. I opened my mouth with eager hunger and engulfed his hard cock. I grabbed his firm ass, groping him and pulling his cock deep into my mouth.

His strong form pressed into mine. I squirmed beneath him, nipples throbbing against his abs, my thighs locked about his whiskered cheeks. He licked and nuzzled and devoured me. I twitched and groaned beneath him, squirming, the pleasure building and building in me.

I could taste the salt of his pre-cum as I bobbed my head on his dick.

“Mare,” moaned Mark, groaning his appreciation into my pussy.

I sucked harder. I twisted my head, my tongue swirling about the spongy crown. I gathered his precum as he flicked and nuzzled at my clit. His fingers plunged into my pussy, stirring me up and making me moan about his dick.

Giving him such humming pleasure.

I sucked harder on his cock, savoring this excitement. My fingers dug into his meaty, muscular ass. I pulled his cock deeper into my mouth, relaxing my throat. I swallowed his cock. His thick shaft slid down my throat until his pubic hair tickled my cheeks and nose.

I took his whole cock.

“Fuck, Mare,” he panted into my pussy, thrusting a third finger into my cunt. “Fuck, you are amazing.”

I shuddered, sucking so hard, moaning about his dick. I massaged his shaft with my throat, swallowing and humming. Those fingers surged pleasure through me, building me towards another orgasm while I loved my husband’s cock.

I drew back my head, sucking hard the entire way, until only the tip remained in my mouth. My tongue danced about the sensitive head, making him groan about my clit. Then I deep-throated him again. And again. And again.

I did it over and over, squirming beneath his muscular bulk. I fucked my mouth and throat up and down his shaft. I gave my husband the best blowjob possible. I put my all into it, wanting to give him so much rapture.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned. “That feels amazing, Mare! My naughty filly!”

He sucked on my clit while his words shuddered through me.

I came again.

My fingers spasmed on his plunging fingers. My juices spurted out of my cunt, splashing his hungry mouth. The rapture rippled through me. I trembled beneath him, moaning so loud about his cock as the pleasure burned hot through me.

Then he grunted. Salty cum suddenly flooded my mouth. I joyfully drank my husband’s seed down, enjoying the thick, salty cream. He spurted over and over, firing more and more of his spunk into my mouth, warming my belly.

I swallowed it all down with glee.

“Damn, Mare,” he groaned as he fired the last blast.

I shuddered, purring around his cock as my orgasm peaked in me, my pussy spasming a final time about his fingers. I buzzed with rapture. I savored it. There was nothing better than cumming with my husband.

Then Mark pulled away, his cock popping out of my mouth. He spun about above me, and I giggled. He looked so majestic as he moved without gravity, his strong body glistening with sweat. His muscles rippled.

He was so yummy.

“You are so gorgeous,” he groaned, staring down at me atop my cloud. “My goddess.”

“Mmm, come here and love your goddess,” I purred, holding out my arms.

He descended to me. I caught him in my embrace, arms and thighs pulling him down to my body. I savored his weight on me, his hard muscles rubbing on my soft flesh. Our lips met, kissing hard, sharing our passion. Our tongues fenced. I enjoyed my sweet, spicy flavor on his lips while my hips undulated.

Rubbing his cock against my pussy.

I broke our kiss and groaned, “Fuck me, stallion!”

“Naughty filly,” he groaned and then penetrated me.

I shuddered beneath him at that wonderful joining of our flesh. My pussy engulfed his cock, embracing him. I held him tighter, my nipples rubbing against his chest as he buried to the hilt in my depths. He held there, letting me enjoy his cock, his blue eyes staring down at me.

And then he took me hard and fast, driving my ass into the cotton-soft cloud. I groaned and shuddered, my hips pumping, meeting his hard thrusts. I loved it. Dizzy pleasure raced out of my pussy to my mind, swamping over me.

“Oh, yes, Mark, fuck your naughty filly!” I moaned.

“So naughty,” he groaned, thrusting so hard, so deep. His cock felt amazing inside me. “Fucking another man.”

I grinned at him. “But he didn’t have your cock. And he didn’t know how to use it.”

“Just feeding my ego.”

“Oh, I don’t need to do that,” I groaned, my pussy clenching hard. “Your ego’s bigger than the world. Mmm, my horny stallion, fuck me. Give me that real cock. Make me cum!”

“Yes!” he growled.

The bellboy had nothing on Mark. This was the cock that knew my cunt intimately. Mark had studied it greatly. He knew how to angle his thrusts to hit all the good spots inside me. To make me shudder and moan beneath him. And he was hitting them all right now.

Our bodies heaved together, our hips moving faster and faster as the ardor built between us. It was so hot, so exciting to have him in me again. I loved it. My pussy clenched as my arms hugged him so hard.

“Fuck your filly!” I panted, ripples of pleasure surging through my body. “God, I love your cock!”

“Is that all you love?” Mark asked with a boyish grin.

“No! I love everything about you!”

I pulled his face down and kissed him madly. I sucked on his lips. I reveled in the taste of him. The feel of him. My hands ran down his broad back to his tight ass. Since he got the Gift, his ass was so yummy. I loved to play with it. My hands gripped his cheeks, feeling his muscles bunch and writhe as he thrust so hard into me.

Our groins slapped together, my clit grinding hard into his pubic bone. His every thrust sparked pleasure that then burned. Mark’s hand found my right breast, squeezing. He played with my nipple, sending wicked delights down to my body. He broke the kiss and bent his back so he could suck my nipple into his mouth.

The wonderful, suckling pressure drove me closer and closer to my climax.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned over and over as his lips, his cock, drove me wild. I could feel a huge orgasm building inside me. A tsunami of passion that threatened to drown me.

I couldn’t wait!

Mark switched tits, engulfing my nipple. Pleasure throbbed through me while his cock pistoned rapidly in and out of my cunt. I loved it. I drank in the pleasure. His shaft rubbed on all the pleasant spots, sending more sensations to the growing orgasm-tsunami.

But I needed a little more. That wonderful moment of his seed flooding my pussy. So I licked my fingers, then spread his ass and found his asshole. I massaged the puckered ring, then slipped my fingers in and found his prostate.

“Holy shit!” Mark groaned.

He reamed his cock into me and exploded.

I loved massaging his prostate. I felt it throb beneath my rubbing fingers. I would only do it once in a while because I loved his surprised reaction. His dick always seemed to flood an extra pint of cum, all warm and sticky, inside me when I did it.

Right where it belonged.

He grunted, his cock flooding my pussy over and over, buried to the hilt in my snatch. I undulated my hips, grinding my clit on his pubic bone, the pleasure surging through me as his jizz pumped into my depths.

I erupted.

My orgasm washed through me, surging through every fiber of my being in wave after wave of rapture. I spasmed beneath my husband, holding him so tight as my pussy went wild about his dick. I groaned, shuddering, clinging to him.

“I love you!” I screamed as the torrent of passion overwhelmed me.

He held me. He loved me. I groaned, shuddering in his embrace. As my rapture receded, I reveled in the feel of Mark’s strong arms holding me, his face nuzzling my neck. He kissed and sucked at my neck, making me tremble.

We cuddled on that cloud for what seemed an eternity, my husband inside me, our lips gently kissing each other, loving each other. We didn’t talk—we were beyond words—and just enjoyed each other’s presence.

Slowly, I drifted away.

When I woke up, I was in the Waldorf-Astoria. The very suite Mark and I had stayed at the first time we came to New York. I smiled, remembering our first night, and the wild foursome we had with Rachel and Leah in this very bed. Xiu was snuggled up against me, the busty Asian slut’s tits pressed into my back. Jessica’s caramel face was inches from mine. She looked so peaceful as she slept. I closed the distance, and kissed her on the lips.

Her brown eyes opened and she smiled. “Good morning, Mistress.”

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Xiu Liu

The movement jostled me awake. I shivered, my big breasts pressed into Mistress’s back. I snuggled into her, nuzzling at her neck. Sleepily, I murmured, “Morning, Mistress.”

“Morning,” Mistress purred.

She turned over, her auburn hair caressing my face. Then her fingers grabbed my nipple jewelry. I had a pair of pink butterflies dangling on a silver chain from each barbell piercing my nipples. She gave the left one a hard, painful tug.

Pain flared as my nipple stretched.

Delight shuddered through me.

I gasped in delight, drinking in the agony as she stretched out my nipple. I was a masochist, and nothing got me wetter than having my nipple piercings painfully pulled. And twisted. And stretched. And abused.

Mistress made me so wet.

“I have to pee,” Mistress purred, staring into my eyes as she tugged again.

My pussy clenched.

Then she released my nipple and I threw back the covers. I didn’t have to be told twice. It was so humiliating to have to drink piss, which only made my pussy wetter. Degradation was almost as wonderful as pain.

I was so fucked up and glad I found Master and Mistress to abuse me. It was why I stayed when they freed me.

I settled between Mistress’s pale thighs, staring at her waxed pussy. She had that cute, fiery heart of pubic hair adorning her crotch. I licked my lips, then leaned down, nuzzling my lips into her pussy, tasting her sweet, spicy musk.

My mouth latched onto her urethra.

Mistress relaxed and, sighing, pissed into her mouth. I shuddered, the acrid piss splashing against my gullet. It washed over my tongue and made me feel like such a disgusting slut. I swallowed the bitter drink, so strong after a night’s sleep, and gulped down more.

Mistress shuddered as I kept swallowing. It made such nasty sounds. I could hear it. She stared down at me, her hips undulating, growing hotter and hotter as I gulped down her urine. Her pussy grew wet, hot silk rubbing on my chin and lips as I gulped down more piss.

“Oh, god,” I groaned. “I love that.”

“How can you go back to peeing in toilets after you’ve used a slut?” Jessica laughed.

I nodded my head, swallowing the last of her piss, my cunt on fire. “Exactly, Mistress. Toilets don’t lick you clean afterward.”

I licked through her folds, making her groan.

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Mary Glassner

I shuddered as Xiu licked at my dripping pussy. “You’re absolutely right, slut. A tongue is far better than toilet paper.”

Pleasure rippled through me as the slut licked and lapped at my pussy, her slanted eyes staring up at me. Beside me, caramel-skinned Jessica shifted. Then she leaned over and captured one of my dusky nipples with her lips. I shuddered as she sucked, tingles racing down to my pussy.

It was so hot having one slut suck at my nipple while the other licked at my pussy, searching for any errant drops of piss. Her tongue felt great, far better than any toilet paper, thick and agile, not rough.

She was gentler than Mark, too, her lips and tongue softer on my pussy. My husband was a hound, aggressively licking me out, whereas Xiu was a cat, taking gentle, careful licks. They weren’t better or worse, just different.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned. “I love your tongues on me, sluts!”

“We live to pleasure you and Master,” Jessica purred between sucks. Then she reached over to finger my other nipple as she engulfed my aching nub.

The door opened and April walked in, naked save for her glasses and choker, carrying a tray that had a few sliced honeydew melons and a bowl of oatmeal. “Morning, Mistress.”

“Morning,” I moaned, shuddering as Xiu’s tongue fluttered into my pussy, stirring around and driving me wild.

April set the tray on the nightstand and slipped into bed. The nerdy girl quickly sucked my other nipple into her mouth, her bushy hair brushing my flesh. Her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her wet pussy rubbed on my skin, slippery wet and hot.

I groaned, loving it, humping against Xiu’s wonderful tongue, savoring my two sluts nursing so hard on my tits. They were so hungry, so eager to make me writhe and explode on their lips. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Looks like a party in here,” giggled Lillian.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Why don’t you join us?”

“I do love to party!”

The goth slut strutted in, dressed in a black corset that cupped her small, pale breasts and left her pink nipples bare. A very short skirt made of black gauze barely covered her pussy, and her pale thighs were clad in black stockings held up by lacy, red garters.

I licked my lips. “Come sit on my face, Lillian.”

“Oh, I would love that, Mistress.”

Lillian practically skipped to me, climbing up onto the bed and straddling my face. Her pussy was shaved, perfumed by tart arousal. I shuddered on Xiu’s tongue as she lowered her wet cunt to my eager lips.

Yum.

She groaned as I licked through her pussy, enjoying her flavor and the moans that issued from her lips. My tongue licked and swirled while my nipples throbbed. Jessica and April sucked hungrily, sometimes nipping, both driving me wild.

But not as wild as Xiu’s tongue sliding through my pussy.

I began mimicking what Xiu was doing to my pussy on Lillian’s. The slut loved it. When Xiu’s tongue slipped into my sheath, I shoved my tongue into Lillian’s cunt, enjoying the feel of the silky, wet walls on my tongue. Then Xiu nibbled gently at my clit.

“Oh, Mistress!” Lillian gasped as I gently nipped at her clit with my teeth. “That feels wonderful. Thank you, thank you! I’m the luckiest slut in the world!”

“Mmm, you are,” I groaned.

Xiu giggled between sucks on my clit.

April and Jessica made my nipples ache. Their lips and tongues sent pleasure tingles from my nub down to my pussy. Jessica sucked hard, nipping at my nipple while April let her tongue do most of the work, swirling about my nub, then gently kissed my breast. The whole time she humped hard at my thigh.

I loved the feel of her pussy cream on my skin.

I had three mouths kissing and licking me, driving me closer and closer to a shuddering orgasm. I trembled, moaning into Lillian’s pussy as I churned through her folds faster and faster. My toes curled, delight rushing through me.

And the pressure built. Every suck at my nipples, every lick through my pussy, sent me closer and closer to exploding. I loved it. I gripped Lillian’s thighs, devouring her cunt with every ounce of my passion while my pleasure built and built and built.

I screamed my pleasure into Lillian’s pussy when I detonated.

“Fuck yes!” moaned Lillian, cumming and flooding my mouth with her tart juices. “Thank you! Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

I drank down her flood as Xiu drank down mine. The pleasure surged through me. I savored it, all the delight whipping through me. All the rapture. The bed creaked and groaned as I thrashed on it. My eyes rolled back into my head. I loved it. I never wanted it to stop.

But it did.

It was still amazing.

Lillian cuddled next to me when we both came down from our high, a huge grin on her face. I reached over her to grab a slice of honeydew melon as Xiu, April, and Jessica slipped into a daisy chain on the floor.

I took a bite of the sweet melon, listening to the moans of pleasure from the three sluts. When I felt nausea churn in my stomach, I bolted to the bathroom.

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