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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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Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner — Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves “The Sluts”

Alison — Desiree Fitzsimmons — Xiu — Korina— Violet — Lillian — Chastity (deceased) — Karen (deceased) — Jessica St. Pierre — April

Servants

Samnag “Sam” (Holy Vizier) — Candy (Sam’s Girlfriend) — Dr. Willow WolfTail — 51 (Chief Bodyguard) — Rachel — Leah (Chauffeur) — Jacob — Monique — Lize — Lynda (Pilot) — Joslyn (Pilot)

The Living Church

Daisy & Rose Cunningham (High Priestesses)

Demons

Lucifer — Lilith — Marduk — Molech

The Cult of Lilith

Lana — Chantelle — Babylon — Crystal — Starlight — Nurse Thamina — Fiona — Tir (monster) — Lamia (Monster) — Cora (monster) — Ziki (monster)

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Doug Allard — Tina Allard — Azrael (Angel)

The Patriots

Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI (Former Slut) — Wyatt Kirby

Other

Antsy (Mark’s Sister) — Alice — Sandy (Mark’s Mother) — Sean (Mary’s Father) — Tiffany (Mary’s Mother, Sister Theodora Mariam) — Shannon (Mary’s Older Sister) — Missy (Mary’s Younger Sister) — George (Shannon’s Fiance)— Damien (Missy’s Boyfriend) — Avialle (Antsy’s Girlfriend) — Craig Erikson (Mayor of Seattle)

Chapter One

As Wormwood raged across the world, the chaos served the Tyrants’ interests. By January, Canada and Mexico had fallen under their Theocracy. As governments struggled to maintain control of their populations in the devastating wake of the plague, Warlocks arose. Men and women who swore dark Pacts to Lucifer. Oppressed peoples and beleaguered nations turned to Mark and Mary Glassner. And the Tyrants’ price was simple: submission.

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

Thursday, May 1st, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Air Force One, Over the Bering Sea

“My Lord,” Cindy, one of my maids, said through the door to my private cabin on Air Force One, “it is time for your broadcast.”

“Okay,” I yawned, stretching. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I lay sandwiched between Korina and Lillian, the three of us napping after I fucked both sluts. With a groan, I slid out of bed. Lillian let out a sleepy moan and cuddled up to Korina.

Lucky them. But a god had responsibilities even if he was a fraud.

I wiped my hand through my hair as I walked through the plane. We were flying home after a trip to Japan. I’d done a lot of travel in the six months since the plague had broken out, everything so hectic in the world. Like many of my trips, this one was to deal with a Warlock who made a Pact with the Devil. He called himself the Samurai. He’d tried to reinstate the Bushido code in Japan, and had conquered half of the country. He was easy enough to deal with; I challenged him to a duel. Since his blade was unable to penetrate my Celestial Gold armor, he couldn’t hurt me. After he was dead, I spent a week in Japan bringing the country into the Theocracy.

Warlocks across the world had taken advantage of the plague to try and carve out their own kingdoms. While the disease seemed to have finally run its course in April, there didn’t seem to be an end to these bastards making their deals with Lucifer.

I wished my wife was with me. She would have been such a help in Japan. But Mary was too close to her due date. She could give birth any day to our daughter now so had to stay home. She was busying herself decorating the mansion. Construction had finished right before I flew out to Japan.

I was glad our daughter could grow up in a proper home and not the hotel in Tacoma we’d spent the last six months living in.

Mary wasn’t the only one pregnant. Three others of my sluts—Korina, April, and Violet—all gave birth this last month. Korina gave birth to our son, Silas, named after her father, and April had our daughter, Andrea. Violet’s child, Delilah, turned out to be Mary’s daughter, not mine. It was pretty obvious when we saw her green eyes. Mary had been so happy when she held little Delilah. She never said anything when Silas and Andrea were born, but I knew she was just the tiniest bit jealous that other women bore me children first.

I thought about my children as I passed through the main cabin. It was full of my servants. The fifty bodyguards who protected me in foreign countries; Leah, my chauffeur; ten or so maids, the women and girls whom Willow recruited through her clinic; and a few former, female Air Force officers who ran the plane’s systems. All the women were bound to me with magic, each dressed sluttily with chokers about their necks. Some were sleeping on the rather comfortable seats, while others were talking quietly with each other, playing a game of cards, or watching movies on portable DVD players.

“Masters,” “my Lords,” and “sirs” followed me up the aisle. I smiled at my servants, patting their heads, groping naked breasts, or just giving them nods and smiles. They were all beautiful. My cock stirred as I admired an entire plane full of women who were all more than willing to please me.

The boldest women would even reach out and give my cock a stroke, smiling archly up at me.

Once through the main cabin, I climbed up a narrow staircase to the plane’s communication suite where three women, dressed as sexy stewardesses with very short skirts and low-cut blouses, manned the equipment. All three used to be in the Air Force, retiring to serve me and run the communication gear. One of the women turned in her swivel chair, her mostly bared legs crossed. She had a small, predatory smile on her doll-like face framed by platinum blonde hair.

“Sir, we’re all set for you,” she purred.

“Thank you, Roni,” I smiled. Her full name was Veronica, but everyone called her Roni.

She stood up from her seat, her naked ass flashing before her short, navy-blue skirt fell down to cover it. I took her seat, and then she plopped down on my lap, wiggling her ass against my dick. Her blue eyes were full of heat. My cock became rock-hard beneath her.

“Do you wish me to attend to this, Sir?” she asked, squirming her hips on my throbbing dick.

“What do you think?” I asked her with a grin.

She giggled then rose, grasped my cock, and guided it to her pussy. When she sat back down, her juicy cunt slid down my dick. I groaned at the pleasure rippling through me, my arms tightening about her waist. She squirmed to get comfortable, stirring my dick through her hot snatch.

“There, doesn’t that feel nice, sir?” she asked, squeezing her pussy around my cock, massaging me with her silky flesh.

“It’s alright,” I said as casually as I could.

“Hmm,” she said, frowning at me over her shoulder. “Let me see what I can do about that, sir.”

I groaned as she rose up my dick, her pussy climbing higher and higher. Her hand grasped my juicy shaft when it popped out of her cunt. She shifted her hips and sank down a second time.

But this time, my cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass. Her sphincter rubbed on the pussy-lubed tip. I groaned as she forced her tight asshole down my cock. I shuddered as velvety heaven engulfed my cock. A soft moan escaped her lips as she took more and more of my dick into her backdoor until her plump rump rested on my naked thighs.

“How about this?” she asked, her voice an octave higher.

I smiled at the heat around my cock. “That’s more like it, slut.”

She shivered on me, squirming and stirring her asshole around my dick. I could feel her pleased joy. My servants all lived to make Mary and me happy. It gave them such joy to please their Masters and Living Gods.

Roni handed me a headset, her body twisting in the process and making my dick throb in her hot bowels. I put it on and adjusted the microphone before my lips, the background noise becoming muted. Then she handed me a set of note cards, shifting more on my lap, making us both groan in delight.

I gripped the cards, struggling to focus on them in the hot, tight embrace of Roni’s bowels. Polish words, written phonetically in English, covered the cards. I didn’t know exactly what I was reading, but I knew the gist: worship Mary and me, obey our laws, do not make pacts with demons, love and respect your fellow human. Standard stuff. But if a person didn’t speak English, our powers were useless on them.

Mary and I try to spend at least an hour a day doing these broadcasts, trying to put more people under our power. It worked. Crime in the US had plummeted. Anyone arrested didn’t get released from jail without hearing our broadcast. All government employees had to listen to them along with public school students. There were still holdouts, of course, mostly Christians and Muslims who fled the cities for rural communes, but they were harmless and isolated. If it wasn’t for Lilith and the Patriots, America would be a perfect country.

The Polish broadcast lasted 15 minutes. It was monotonous, and Roni became quite distracting before the end as she raised and lowered her tight ass on my cock, flashing saucy smiles over her shoulder, and cooing with obvious pleasure.

I was sure you could hear her moans over the broadcast.

That had to excite our followers. I imagined them in Poland, men aching to be me, women wishing they were Roni. My balls grew so tense as her hot bowels worked up and down my dick. Pleasure trembled through me, my orgasm wanting to sweep through me.

But I kept it at bay until I finished the last note card.

“It’ll be a few minutes before Germany is ready, sir,” Roni panted, bracing herself on the console. She looked over her head at me, raising her asshole up my cock, her skirt swaying about the cheeks of her plump rear. “However shall we pass the time?”

“Saucy, little whore,” I growled.

Her grin deepened. “For you, my Lord.” She tightened her asshole on the tip of my dick. “Always for you.”

Then she slammed down on my shaft. I groaned as her hot bowels engulfed my cock again. The velvety friction burned around my dick as she slid up it and swiveled her hips around. She purred, her skirt rustling as she fucked me so hard.

By bracing her hands on the console, she could pump her asshole up and down my dick so fast. She massaged my cock with her hot bowels, wanting to give me such pleasure. I rubbed her thighs, feeling the muscles bunch as she fucked me. Pleasured me.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Make me cum before the next broadcast. Work that slutty asshole up and down my dick.”

“Mmm, yes, sir,” she moaned. “I’ll milk your cock dry, sir. Every drop of your cum!”

Her enthusiasm moaned through the communication room, almost drowning out the sounds of the airplane’s engine. My servants were always so eager to fuck me. Sometimes they would go a week or longer without servicing my wife or me, so when they did get their holes around my cock, they were so eager to make the most of it.

The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, my balls drinking in the sensations, my cum swelling the pressure in my nuts. Her butt-cheeks jiggled beneath her skirt as she slammed down on my dick over and over, massaging me with her bowels.

“Just flood my whorish ass, Sir!” she gasped, her back arching. “Oh, yes, your cock is amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” Ami, another woman working in the room, moaned, watching with hot, slanted eyes. “It’s the best, sir.”

I opened my mouth to answer when the plane hit a patch of turbulence. Roni gasped as the force bounced her up my dick and then slammed her down my cock, driving me deep into her tight ass. She whimpered, squirming on me. Rapture moaned from her lips.

She let the rough air do the work. The turbulence jostled her up and down on my cock for a minute. I groaned and sucked on her neck above the silver choker as her tight bowels slid up and down my dick.

When the smooth air hit again, my hands moved. I shoved down her bodice, her ripe breasts spilling out into my hands. I squeezed them, pinching her nipples, driving her wild. Her bowels clenched so hard about my dick as she pumped up and down on my dick.

“Oh, my Lord!” she gasped. “Your cock is driving me crazy! Is my ass pleasing you?”

“Yes, it is, slut!” I gave her tits a squeeze. Her ass tightened on my cock as I rubbed my palm across her hard nipple.

Then, a particularly hard patch of turbulence dropped the plane a few feet. Roni nearly came off my cock. Only the very tip still stuck in her ass, before she slammed back down hard on me. Her ass smacked into my thigh.

“Holy shit!” she cried out. “Yes, yes! I love your cock! Gonna cum!”

“Cum, my saucy, little whore!” I growled.

“Fuck!” she howled.

Her bowels became a vice as she bounced up and down on my dick. Between the turbulence and her orgasm, she thrashed like a wild, passionate animal atop me. The massaging delight of her ass sliding up and down my dick stoked the fire in my balls.

I groaned, the pressure building in my balls. The fire she lit brought me to a boil. With a grunt, I grabbed her hips and shoved her asshole down my dick. I held her tight against me as she writhed about me, massaging my dick.

I came. Hard.

“Fuck, yes,” I panted as my cum fired into her hot bowels.

The jizz pumped out of my dick over and over. It boiled into her asshole. I sucked in my breaths, such a dizzy delight surging through me. I trembled as the pleasure surged through me, that wonderful euphoria that came from enjoying a slut’s tight bowels.

“So good, sir,” she whimpered as the last blast of my jizz spurted into her.

“Uh-huh,” I panted, dizzy from the bliss of my orgasm. “That was a nice fuck.”

“I’m so glad I pleased you, sir,” she panted. Then she cocked her head. “Mmm, they’re ready for you in Germany.”

“Good.” I gave her ass a pinch. “Get off and…” I looked at the other two communication sluts, “Ami, come suck my cock clean.”

“With pleasure, sir,” a petite Japanese slut said, a smile on her delicate face. Like Roni, she was from the Air Force, a Forward Air Controller.

Roni grunted as she slid her ass off me, squeezing the entire way. It made me groan. Then my cock plopped free. She and Ami swapped positions, Roni sinking down into the vacated chair. The Japanese girl knelt before me and grasped my dick. She stared up at me with almond-shaped eyes. She looked younger than her twenty-seven years. She could easily pass for a Japanese schoolgirl.

I groaned as she ran her tongue up my dick. She looked so cute as she daintily licked my cock clean of Roni’s asshole, a mischievous glint in her almond-shaped eyes. Roni handed me cards written in German.

I took them, shuddering as Ami’s tongue danced across the crown of my dick. She swirled it, teasing the spongy crown. It throbbed and twitched against her mouth. Then she engulfed it, sucking hard on my dick as I read the German words.

I tried hard to keep my voice calm as Ami bobbed her mouth on my dick. Her cheeks hollowed as she cleaned my cock. It was so obscene watching her suck my dirty dick into her mouth and hear her purring moan.

Focus.

I spoke the words, not really sure what I was actually saying. The words spilled from my throat as Ami sucked harder. Her mouth was like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. The suction reached my balls, making them tense.

Readying another load of cum.

She slurped, drool dribbling down her pale-olive chin as she loved my cock. She danced her tongue about the crown. Her sweeping arcs made me shudder. My hands clenched on the note cards as I came closer and closer to finishing the speech.

Closer and closer to cumming.

Ami sucked only on the tip now. Her tongue bated it as she loved my dick. Her small hands pumped up and down my shaft. My balls tensed, the cum aching to explode out into her mouth. I shuddered.

“Fuck!” I grunted as I reached the last note card. “Drink all my cum, whore!”

My jizz spurted into Ami’s mouth. Powerful blasts shuddered through me. I grunted and groaned as the rapture spilled through me. All across Germany, people were listening to me spurt my cum into my slut’s hungry mouth.

“Damn,” I groaned when the pleasure peaked. “That’s how you suck cock, Ami.”

She popped her mouth off my dick, giving me such a smile. I rubbed her short, black hair affectionately as I finished the last note card, my face flushed. My servants and sluts could make the most boring duty fun.

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Mary Glassner – South Hill, WA

“You look like you’re ready to pop,” my little sister Missy said. She said it every time she saw me these days, my stomach so round with my unborn daughter.

“Almost,” I told her, stroking my pregnant belly, my tits jiggling.

I lay on my bed in the master bedroom of my mansion. It was finally completed. Six months of construction, so many resources poured into it by our followers who wanted their Living Gods to live in the style we deserved.

And Mark wasn’t here to enjoy it. That damned Samurai had to cause problems. I wish my husband was here. But he was on his way home. So long as my daughter didn’t decide to be born in the next few hours, he’d be here for her birth.

“Does being pregnant make you horny?” Missy asked, her strawberry-blonde pigtails swaying about her youthful, mischievous face. She knelt naked beside me, her body petite, her breasts little buds topped by dusky nipples. Though her tits were smaller, her nipples were slightly larger than mine.

“It makes your mother horny,” our father said.

I shuddered as Dad pushed apart my thighs. Like Missy and me, he was naked. He had that yummy build of an older man, the love handles somehow making him sexier. He had fiery-red hair with streaks of gray, and a cock thrusting from his crotch that I loved.

The second-best cock in the world.

There was nothing like feeling your father pump his dick in and out of your pussy, to cross that line by taking in the very cock that bred your mother into your very own snatch. I shivered as Dad rubbed his dick against my dripping pussy, sliding up and down the folds of my snatch.

“It makes me horny, too,” I groaned, looking at my sister as she squirmed. “And I know you’re horny twenty-four/seven.”

“Yep,” she grinned. “Poor Damien can’t keep up with me.” Damien was her boyfriend. A nice enough young man and so in love with my sister. And she loved him. They had a whole clique of college students around them they had sex with, plus their own sex slaves. “Can you?”

Missy arched her eyebrows at me, making me lick my lips. Feeling so naughty, I said, “Sit that hot cunt on my mouth and find out.”

My little sister squealed in delight before throwing herself on me. She straddled my face with such skill and sank her pussy, adorned by a sparse bush of strawberry-blonde down, on my mouth. I groaned, tasting her fresh, spicy musk as she squirmed, my tongue probing into her folds.

“Fuck her, Daddy!” she moaned. “Fuck her so hard! That’ll make her eat my pussy with such enthusiasm.”

“Such a naughty pair of daughters,” Dad groaned and then thrust into me.

“So naughty,” moaned Missy. “Shame Shannon isn’t here to join the fun.”

I let out a long, slow groan as my pregnant pussy welcomed my father’s cock into my hot depths. I shuddered, clamping down on him while my swollen belly heaved, my plump breasts jiggling. Dad rammed his cock so hard into me, burying to the hilt in me in a second.

I moaned into my little sister’s snatch as Dad pulled back his cock and then rammed into me again. I squealed at the rapture shooting through me, my pussy drinking in the incestuous friction of his dick pumping in and out of me. He fucked me so hard, his masculine hands rubbing my pregnant belly.

“Oh, Dad is fucking you so hard,” Missy moaned, grinding that hot, tight cunt on my mouth.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned before jabbing my tongue deep into her snatch.

She squealed in delight as my tongue swabbed through the depths of her cunt. She squirmed on my face, grinding her naughty pussy into my hungry mouth. I shuddered, licking through her folds, teasing her. My mouth brushed her clit, making her gasp.

My sister’s juices flowed as I devoured her. I licked her harder and harder as the pleasure from Dad’s cock reaming my pregnant cunt surged through me. I whimpered in delight, my pussy clenching down on his girth as such delicious bliss flowed through me.

Every thrust of my dad’s cock made me tremble. It was so hard to worry about Mark flying home when my family distracted me. Missy’s hands grabbed my plump breasts, squeezing them. They were so full, my milk coming in as I approached my due date.

“Ooh, yes, you have such great titties!” moaned Missy. “Like stress balls. I love squeezing them while you lick my pussy.”

“That’s so wrong,” Dad groaned. “She’s your sister, and you’re eating her snatch.”

“While you fuck her, Daddy,” Missy added. “Ooh, yes, just ram that cock into her pregnant snatch. Make her cum so hard. Then I’ll explode.”

Missy’s hands popped off my tits. A moment later, I heard sloppy sounds of kissing. I shuddered, my snatch tightening on my dad’s cock as I pictured my little sister kissing him. Her arms must be thrown about his neck, her small breasts quivering as she ground her snatch on me. It was so wrong. So hot.

My orgasm swelled faster.

I squeezed my pussy down on Dad’s cock plundering my pregnant snatch. His strong hands caressed my round stomach. I shuddered, moaning into my sister’s cunt, licking through her folds and savoring her incestuous pleasure.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my toes curling. “Oh, Daddy, your cock…”

“Are you going to cum on Daddy’s dick?” Missy asked, sounding mischievous. She squirmed her twat on my lips, smearing her hot flesh across my mouth. “Do you want his cum flooding into your pregnant snatch?”

“Yes!” I gasped. “Don’t you want his cum in your pussy?”

“So badly!” whimpered my little sister.

I jammed my tongue deep into her hot depths. Her silky walls squeezed down on it as she ground her pussy on my face. Pleasure surged through me, the joy of eating my sister’s cunt mixing with the thrill of my dad’s dick pumping away at my pussy. My orgasm swelled. I trembled in delight.

Then my orgasm detonated. My pussy convulsed about my dad’s thrusting dick. I groaned into my sister’s cunt as my pregnant body trembled. Rapture flowed through me, reaching my mind, washing across my thoughts.

“Oh, yes,” Dad groaned. “Oh, baby girl, yes!”

“Is she cumming on your dick, Daddy?” Missy asked, bouncing her pussy on my face in excitement, her wet twat smacking my lips.

“So hard!” Dad groaned.

“Then cum in her, Daddy!” squealed Missy. “Do it!”

“Yes!” I moaned into my sister’s snatch.

Missy groaned. She shuddered, squirming her snatch on my face. Then her sweet, spicy musk spilled out of her depths. I gasped, drinking it down, loving how delicious my little sister tasted. I reveled in it as the pleasure spilled through me.

“Cum in her, Daddy!” she howled.

“Yes!” our father panted. He rammed his dick into me.

Erupted.

I shuddered at the feel of my father’s incestuous seed pumping into my cumming, pregnant depths. His jizz filled me. Such a taboo experience. Something every daughter should feel. My tongue fluttered through my sister’s folds, gathering up all her yummy cream flowing out of her as my orgasm peaked.

“Ooh, yes, you filled her with cum for me to enjoy, Daddy!” Missy purred.

With such energetic enthusiasm, my little sister hopped off my face and scampered down the bed, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying, her cute rump wiggling. I shuddered as our dad pulled out of my snatch, making way for her to nestle between my thighs.

She flashed me an impish grin over my pregnant belly before her head dipped down. I gasped as my little sister licked through my waxed-bare pussy, gathering our dad’s incestuous cum leaking out of my hot depths.

I smiled at our dad as he watched, shaking his head, a bemused look on his face. After nearly a year of our new family, it still shocked him that we all loved each other in such a perverse way. Did he approve of what Mark and I were doing? Did he hate that we were reshaping the world in our perverse vision? Or did he just accept the realities of the situation?

Either way, I was so glad my family was here to keep me company.

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