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Alison and Desiree stalked the world, hunting down and purging all those sorry souls who made pacts with the demons. With the might of the Theocracy, the two women executed the will of the Tyrants without mercy.

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

Wednesday, May 5th, 2014 – Noel Heinrich – Patriot Headquarters, MT

“Innocents are going to die,” Wyatt pointed out as I went over my plan.

“They always do,” I admitted, sadness weighing down my soul. Innocents already had. At least one. I touched the black sword resting on the table. It was never far away, not after the cost… I pushed that memory out of my mind. Dwelling on it wouldn’t help. “It’s our last chance to do something.”

“We could try summoning demons again,” Wyatt countered.

“If those demons we summoned couldn’t crash his plane, what chance do they have against him on the ground?” I asked.

“None,” Wyatt admitted, a frown creasing his weathered face. “We should wait for another opportunity. One where there won’t be crowds.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. What’s his schedule looking like?”

I shrugged. “This is the only public appearance scheduled for a month. Our attacks have driven him to be secretive about his movements.”

“Then let’s wait and see what his next appearance is like,” Wyatt cautioned. “The golems are indiscriminate.”

“And what happens if they find us?” I asked. Who’d have ever thought Alison and Desiree would be leading commando teams and hunting us down? Slutty, little Alison! We’d had the Patriots scatter across the country. They should be safe thanks to our Pacts to mask our auras and look like those under the control of the Tyrants instead of Warlocks. But those two had killed a dozen of us, finding us somehow.

“We retreat into the shadow if they attacked,” Wyatt answered, arms folded before him, face stubborn. “They’ll never find the fallback site. It’s not even in this country.”

“We’re being hunted down like dogs. Those bitches of his keep finding us no matter how well we hide. Half the world is already part of his damned Theocracy, and I bet in a year he will have his fist around the entire planet.” I slammed my hand on the table, the sword rattling against it. “We swore to do whatever it took to save America, to save the world! Do you want to back out now?”

Wyatt sighed. “Fine. God help us, we’ll unleash the golems tomorrow.”

I snorted, “God can’t help us. He already failed to stop him.”

Tomorrow, Mark Glassner’s blood would water Liberty’s tree.

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Alison de la Fuentes

I crouched on my belly upon a low ridge overlooking a ranch in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Montana. This morning, my dowsing had led my team of commandos and me here. The next Warlock for us to capture or eliminate. And not just one. According to the dowsing, there were multiple Warlocks here. At least a dozen.

I hadn’t spotted any Warlocks as I surveyed the farm. But I had seen three Thralls with the auraculars, the enchanted binoculars Sam whipped up last November before she jetted off to Israel. The clever tool mimicked the Mowdah spell, allowing me to see auras like Master and Mistress when peering through it.

You should be with Master, my subconscious whispered. I did wish I could be with Master and Mistress all the time, but this was too important. The Warlocks had to be stopped before they could hurt more people. So I ignored my subconscious like I had the last six months I’d spent hunting the bastards down.

The three thralls I spotted were all armed with heavy weapons, assault rifles or maybe fully automatic machine guns. They patrolled the collected buildings of the sheep ranch with experience. They all looked like military or law enforcement. An excited thrill danced in my stomach. I think I just hit the jackpot.

“Mi Sirenita,” a beautiful voice whispered behind me.

My beautiful wife crawled up beside me dressed in scrub camos. She looked more than a little butch. I gave her a passionate kiss, loving the taste of her lips. It was a little awkward kissing her while we lay on our bellies, but I hadn’t seen her since baby Chasity’s birth last week. I missed my wife. Our prolonged separation had been rough, but there were just so many Warlocks who needed to be put down.

If you just stopped hunting Warlocks and went back to Master, you’d see her all the time. I was really tempted to listen to my subconscious, but our work was necessary.

“What is so important?” Desiree asked. “I was close to a Warlock in Portland.” There was a hard edge in her voice. Desiree positively hated Warlocks.

I wished Brandon could die over and over.

“I think I found the Patriot’s headquarters.” I couldn’t contain the excitement in my voice. “I’ve taken out enough Patriots to recognize their phony Thrall auras. I’ve seen three on guard. Plus, I have a predator drone orbiting overhead. Infrared shows another ten or so people milling around in the house.”

Desiree peered at the ranch with her auraculars. “Hmm, maybe. What’s up with all the statues?”

One of the fenced pens that used to hold sheep was filled with what looked like over a hundred statues. They were roughly human-shaped, but built like tanks, and looked to stand nearly ten feet tall. They were made of the same red clay that was underneath all the grass in the area. I’d spotted a large pit in a field that had been dug out. I had no idea why they’d build them. Cover for their base? Some sort of terracotta statue business?

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “But if this is the Patriots, we have the chance to obliterate them!”

“So a joint operation?” Desiree asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Sounds fun.”

“Hmm, it sure does.”

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Thursday, May 6th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – The Mansion, WA

“Are you ready, Chase?” I asked my week-old daughter. I was using that high-pitched voice everyone seemed to use when talking to infants. I just couldn’t help myself; she was so cute and beautiful. Chase, as we’d started calling her, cooed and stared up at me with her blue eyes. “I wonder what Mommy is doing. Huh, do you want to go see?”

Chase gurgled.

“That’s what I thought, kiddo.” I kissed her forehead and then strolled into Mary’s dressing room. My wife sat naked before her table and mirror, applying her make-up. Her auburn hair fell in a full, curly mass about her shoulders. “Looks like Mommy isn’t ready yet, even though we have to leave in fifteen minutes.”

Mary glared at me over her shoulder, her expression softening when she saw Chase. “Mommy needs to look like a Goddess,” she said in that high-pitched, sing-song voice. “Daddy just needs to not look like a slob.”

I feasted on my wife’s body. You could hardly tell Mary had even been pregnant. Between her Gift and her Pact, her body had quickly returned to its youthful, flawless beauty. Though her breasts were still a cup size larger, heavy with her sweet milk.

In fact, that was the first thing my daughter and I had in common—we both loved Mary’s milk.

I admired my wife as she pulled darkblack, thigh-high stockings up her pale legs. Then she stepped into her deep-blue dress and pulled it up her body. It was strapless, and would leave the majority of her freckled breasts bare.

“Can you zip me?” she asked.

I handed Chase to her. Mary cooed at our daughter as I zipped up her dress. Chase was a happy baby during the day. At night, however, she was the opposite. I yawned. I spent an hour last night walking up and down the halls with our fussy daughter before she fell back to sleep. I could have had a maid do it, but I wanted to be her father, and that meant getting little sleep so I could take care of my beautiful daughter.

“Today is your special day,” Mary said, still speaking in that baby tone to our daughter. “You’re going to meet your worshipers, and they are going to just love you. Yes, they are.”

The Cunningham twins were building the main Church of the Living Gods in downtown Puyallup, but for the moment, they had repurposed a nearby Christian megachurch. Our worshipers gathered there to witness their new goddess.

Many Christian churches were being transformed into Living Churches as the number of Christians in America plummeted. With so many new converts over the last five months, many of our original worshipers had founded their own congregations across the country, our Missionaries.

As we walked through the hallways of the mansion, maids would pause from their cleaning to curtsy. I let my eyes admire their fine bosoms on display in their transparent blouses, and maybe reach under a ruffled skirt to give a bare ass a squeeze. Outside, our limo awaited in the middle of a convoy made up of black SUVs carrying several squads of bodyguards. More bodyguards would already be down at the church, making sure everything was secure.

“There’s my Granddaughter,” Sean, my father-in-law, cooed, taking Chase from my wife.

Both of our families were coming to the ceremony. Sean stood at the heart of his family: his very pregnant wife, Tiffany; his two daughters, Missy and Shannon; their boyfriends, Damien and George; and the family’s sex slaves. Dawn belonged to Missy, Starla to George and Shannon, Mrs. Corra to Damien, and Felicity to Sean and Tiffany. It was still surprising to see Felicity. Nearly a year ago, Mary had given the eighteen-year-old girl to her father, and then Sean had freed her after the nun’s attack. I never thought to see her again, but a month ago she showed up, begging to be Sean’s slave again.

“Don’t hog her,” my mom said to Sean, a big smile on her face as he handed our daughter off to her. “She’s just so beautiful, isn’t she, Betty?”

My mom’s Black girlfriend nodded in agreement, her arm wrapped around my mom’s waist. Then Antsy insisted on her turn holding my daughter. She tenderly held her niece while her girlfriend Via cooed in joy. Missy demanded to be next, then Shannon, and last the very pregnant Tiffany had her turn, tears glinting in her eyes as she held her granddaughter.

“We have to get going,” I finally said, taking my daughter from my mother-in-law. “You can hold her later.”

The limo pulled away from the mansion. Something almost like fear flashed across Mary’s face as she gazed at our daughter in her car seat between us.

“What?” I asked her, reaching across the car seat and taking her hand.

Mary worried her lips, still staring at our daughter. “What if the Patriots…?”

“They won’t,” I lied. Fear nagged the back of my mind too. What if they did try something? I kept coming up with rationalizations for why they wouldn’t. “It’s too public. They’re not going to risk all those innocent people’s lives.”

“Maybe this is a mistake, Mark.”

“We can’t keep her in a bubble all her life. We have our guards, she has her amulet, and we’ll be there to protect her.”

“Yeah, sis,” Missy giggled. “Your husband’s a bad-ass warrior. There’s nothing to worry about. He’ll just summon that wicked sword of his and…” She made a swishing noise and sliced her arm through the air. “That’s that.”

Antsy laughed. “That’s my big brother. Attack the problem head-on with a big, phallic-shaped object.”

“Maybe I should attack you with a phallic-shaped object,” I grinned at my sister.

“Promise?” she asked, fluttering her eyes.

“You can count on it, sis.”

“So, Mark,” Shannon said, shifting in her seat between George and Missy, “I’ve always wondered something. It’s been eating at me for ages.”

“Yeah?”

“You got your Gift from Mom, but how would you pass yours on? Hypothetically speaking, how did one Monk give his powers to another? Would you have to ass-fuck the guy? I mean, that’s basically how nuns do it, right?”

“Yep,” Tiffany nodded, a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “We ass-fuck each other.”

Laughter exploded through the limo.

“So, how do you pass it on?” Shannon asked after catching her breath.

“I’d have to die,” I answered.

“What?” Mary exclaimed, giving me a shocked look. “Is that a joke, Mark?”

“Nope,” I said, trying to sound blasé about it. I tried not to think about it. “Monks pass on their gift to the person who kills them.”

“Why?” Mary asked. “I figured they just fucked someone. Like nuns do it.”

“It’s an act of forgiveness,” I explained. “I never told you this, Mare?”

She shook her head.

“That sounds weird,” Antsy said. “Why would they do it like that?”

“Well, the way Azazel”—she was the angel who trained humans who had both the Gift and made a Pact with a demon—“explained it was to help the person who killed you become a better human being. That’s why there are no other Monks. If they were slain by a demon, or if they thought the man who killed them would abuse the power, they wouldn’t pass on their Gift. Then it’s just… gone.”

Mary raised her eyebrow. “How can you forgive the person that killed you?”

I shrugged. It seemed impossibly hard. “Fuck if I know.”

“Well, I guess you won’t be giving up your powers any time soon, big bro.”

“Yeah,” I grinned at my little sister. “Little attached to my life.”

“So am I,” my wife smiled. She leaned over our daughter’s car seat to kiss me on the lips.

“Get a room!” Antsy yelled while Missy wolf-whistled.

“If we got a room, then you couldn’t watch,” Mary smiled at our sisters.

“That’s a fair point,” Missy said to my sister. “Plus, we couldn’t join in. So where’s the fun in that?”

“Excellent point, pipsqueak,” Antsy agreed.

“Pipsqueak?” shrieked Missy.

“Um, how about a cute, beautiful, vivacious pipsqueak?”

“Better,” Missy smiled and gave my sister a kiss on the lips, which brought a wolf whistle from Damien.

We heard the crowds before we saw them. A growing rumble of jubilation that swelled as we rounded the corner and they witnessed us. They cheered with such ecstatic joy, pressing to reach the limo as we pulled up to the church, but were held back by a line of bodyguards. Many of the faithful had flocked to the church to see their new Goddess. There were more women than men, a sad reality in the aftermath of the Wormwood plague. I admired more than a few pairs of exposed breasts as our limo crept slowly forward.

I savored the passionate cries of my worshipers that flooded the limo when Leah opened the doors. Our sexy chauffeur bowed with a flourish of her arm as I stepped out. I surveyed the crowd, doing one last look for any dangers before holding my hand to help Mary step out of the limo, little Chase cradled in her arms.

It was like a physical wave slamming into us as the crowd roared their love. I waved and Mary held Chase up to her cheek, facing our daughter towards our loving worshipers. The noise scared our daughter. She fussed. Mary rocked and soothed her as we walked into the church.

“My Lord, my Lady,” breathed Rose Cunningham, her blonde hair caught up in a long braid. Daisy, her twin sister and wife, slipped up beside her. Both bowed.

The Cunningham Twins were our High Priestesses. In a ceremony in March, we had publicly bound them with the Zimmah spell in this very building, sealing their position as the head of our church. Since they were bound, and therefore trustworthy, Mary handed over Chase to Daisy. Our priestess’s face melted with awe as she held our daughter.

“She’s perfect,” Daisy breathed before handing the infant to Rose. She bent down and kissed our daughter’s forehead.

“We’ve set aside a room for you to wait in, my Lord,” Rose said after handing Chase back to Mary. “The Ceremony will begin in about an hour.”

I suppressed a yawn; there were worshipers watching us, and it wouldn’t do to let them see us as humans. “Lead on.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

She brought us to a small room that had a few padded benches. Two of the maids—cute, innocent Cindy and sultry, dusky-skinned Karishma—had set out refreshments of wine and juice. With alacrity, they poured drinks and served them to us. I sat down between my wife and my sister, who pressed her warm body up against me.

Almost immediately, Missy and her boyfriend Damien started making out.

“You are such a cute thing,” Sean smiled as young Cindy handed him a glass of wine. Pregnant Tiffany gave her husband an amused look.

“Thank you, sir,” Cindy smiled back, braces glinting on her white teeth.

“I would have loved to have you in my class.” Sean’s hand reached out and fondled the eighteen-year-old’s ass.

Cindy’s grin broadened. She was a maid and lived to serve in any way.

Mary glanced up, rolled her eyes, and held up Chase to Karishma. “She’s a little young to see this.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Karishma purred in her Hindi accent. “You are so beautiful,” she cooed to my daughter, carrying her out of the room.

Cindy let out a gasp as Sean’s hand rubbed between her thighs. It seemed like I had transformed both our families into sex fiends. My sister’s hand rubbed at my crotch, her lips kissing my neck as Sean pulled the maid into his lap and kissed her with passion.

“All my careful work is going to get ruined,” Mary muttered as she shifted in her seat. Then she shrugged. “Oh well, I’ll just cast an illusion on myself.” She had become quite proficient with the Ashan spell. Sometimes she liked to play pranks on me with her illusions.

I grinned at my wife, loving the way her cheeks flushed and her emerald eyes grew dewy with desire. Wet spots appeared over her breasts, darkening her bodice as her nipples pressed against the fabric.

“You’re leaking,” I whispered.

“Damn,” she muttered, pulling her dress down. Her two dark-red nipples popped into view, white milk beading the hard nubs. When she became horny, her breasts always leaked milk.

Shannon, who sat on the other side of Mary, smiled. “Let me help you, sis.”

Mary gasped as her older sister sucked her right nipple into her lips, nursing loudly. I watched the sight of the sisterly incest, my dick throbbing beneath Anty’s stroking touch. Shannon’s fiery hair spilled down my wife’s pale breasts as she whimpered, savoring the delight of nursing her older sister.

Then my sister pulled my cock out. She stroked it a few times before she leaned over me to capture my wife’s other nipple. My shaft throbbed rock hard, leaking precum as my sister jacked me off. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed at my wife’s breast, milk leaking out of the corners of her lips.

I loved my family.

“Oh, yes!” moaned Cindy, drawing my attention to my maid bouncing on my father-in-law’s cock, her braces flashing as her barely legal body shuddered in rapture.

My mother sat down next to Mary’s mother. The pair shared a passionate kiss, my mom’s hand roaming across Tiffany’s pregnant belly. Then she pushed down Tiffany’s top to reveal my mother-in-law’s large breasts and dark-red nipples. With a hungry moan, my mom broke their kiss and sucked a nipple into her mouth.

“Yes,” Tiffany panted in her delight.

“Fuck my ass, George!” Missy shouted from across the room. “I’m so horny! I need two cocks!”

Mary’s younger sister, her strawberry hair streaming around her naked shoulders as she rode Damien hard, smiled at George. Her skirt bounced up and down, flashing her naked ass at Shannon’s fiancee.

George didn’t hesitate to bury his cock into his future sister-in-law’s tight asshole.

I shuddered, my dick throbbing in my sister’s hand. She suckled noisily from Mary’s breast. My wife leaned her head back, such rapture on her face as she nursed our sisters. Then Antsy popped her mouth off Mary’s nipple, my little sister’s cheeks bulging as her eyes twinkled at me.

“What are you up to?” I grinned.

Antsy, unable to speak with a mouthful of breast milk, instead acted. She straddled me, guiding my hard cock to the wet, shaved lips of her pussy. She rubbed it up and down her incestuous slit as she leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. I groaned, my wife’s creamy and sweet treat pressed into my mouth by my little’s singers tongue.

Then rapture engulfed my dick. My sister slid her warm, silky cunt down my cock. She engulfed my shaft in her incestuous rapture and rode me as we passed Mary’s breast milk back and forth. I moaned into my little sister’s mouth, my hands gripping her butt-cheeks as she bounced up and down on my dick.

“Ooh, yes, Shannon,” my wife cooed beside me. “You’re such a hungry big sis today. Just drink it all.”

“Mr. Sullivan!” whimpered Cindy.

“Oh, my god, fuck me, you hot studs!” groaned Missy.

Antsy broke the kiss, her dark hair bouncing about her face as she wiggled her hips, stirring her hot cunt about my dick. “Mmm,” she purred, “you have a great cock, big bro.”

“You have a great cunt,” I grinned at my sister as she squeezed her snatch tight about my dick as she slid down my girth.

She gave a wicked giggle, working that snatch up and down my dick. Such sisterly love burned in her face as she rode me hard. The pleasure shot down to my balls. A fresh load of cum brewed in there for my little sister.

I shuddered as a wet tongue licked at my balls. I had no idea who owned that tongue. But it felt delicious. She bathed my balls as she licked up to where my cock penetrated my sister’s pussy. Her tongue swirled around my dick, lapping at our incestuous joining of flesh.

Antsy shuddered and glanced behind her. “You dirty slut, Via!”

Via, my sister’s girlfriend, gave a wicked giggle. “Wait until I’m licking your asshole!”

Via’s tongue moved away from my cock. Then Antsy gasped, her cunt tightening on my cock as she rammed down at me. Pleasure surged through me as I pictured the black-haired girl’s face buried in my sister’s asscheeks and tonguing her backdoor.

Antsy’s back arched in rapture, her breasts pressing against my face. I pushed down her red bodice and sucked a pink nipple into my mouth. I was disappointed not to get any milk I’d come to love nursing at my sluts’ and my wife’s tits the last few days.

“I should knock you up,” I grunted as her cunt slid up and down on my shaft. “I want to drink your milk, too.”

“What a nasty thought,” my sister grinned.

“Here, hun,” Mary purred and proffered me her milk-laden breast. She was now kneeling on the couch, her sister on the floor eating out her pussy.

“I love you, Mare,” I groaned. She always took care of me.

“I know. I’m the best wife ever.”

“Yes!”

I captured my wife’s nipple and sucked hard. Delicious milk flowed into my mouth. I loved the warm, creamy, and sweet flavor. I loved her breast milk. I loved every woman’s breast milk. I wanted to drain her dry, but my daughter loved my wife’s milk, too.

And I wanted to be a good father.

“Let me taste!” moaned my wife.

I didn’t swallow my last mouthful; instead, I savored it and swirled it about with my tongue. I pulled my wife’s face down for a passionate kiss. My balls boiled, my cock throbbing in my sister’s cunt, as I shared my wife’s breast milk with her.

The pleasure surged through me. Being buried in my sister’s cunt and sharing Mary’s breast milk with her was too much for my dick. I groaned, my body tensing. My balls ached, growing tighter and tighter.

My little sister’s pussy slammed down my dick. I moaned into my wife’s mouth.

Came.

Jizz fired into my little sister’s snatch. I shuddered, hot rapture surging through me as I pumped her pussy full of my hot cum. It surged out of me and into her. I groaned with each blast, bucking and squirming as it pumped into her hot snatch.

She kept riding me, her pussy growing so juicy as I fired the last blast of spunk into her. I shuddered, my dick still hard and aching in her pussy. I was so sensitive from erupting into her. My dick ached and throbbed in her as she moaned louder and louder.

“Lick my ass, Via!” Antsy screamed. “You dirty whore! I’m going to make you cum so hard for this!”

Via moaned, her voice muffled, “Yes!”

Then my sister’s pussy went wild about my dick. She slammed down my girth, spasming on my lap as her orgasm swept through her. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as she threw back her head in rapture.

“I’m cumming!” Antsy howled. “Oh, yes! I love fucking my big brother’s cock!”

I broke the kiss with my wife, shuddering as my sister milked my dick. She moaned and whimpered, her face twisting with rapture. Then she squealed, Via pulling her off my dick and down onto the floor. The pair wrestled into a sixty-nine, Via on top and licking my cum out of my little sister’s snatch.

“Damn,” I breathed, my dick throbbing, coated in my little sister’s cream.

“Oh, shit!” Mary gasped beside me. She threw her head back as she writhed on Shannon’s mouth. “I love it! Make me cum, sister!”

I surveyed the room. Cindy knelt on the floor getting fucked doggy style in the ass by Sean while she had her mouth buried in Tiffany’s cunt. Betty, my mom’s Black girlfriend, had Missy’s head between her thighs licking her cunt while she sucked George’s cock. Damien had mounted my mom, his face buried in her large tits, as he pumped away at her cunt. Damien had a thing for older women, and my mom was one hot MILF.

My dick throbbed. Though I just came in my little sister’s pussy, she had kept riding me. Feeling her cunt spasm about me had sent new lust surging through me. Now free of Antsy, I was eager for more fun. My eyes lingered on Missy’s ass, cum staining between her butt-cheeks.

I grinned.

I slipped behind my young sister-in-law and stuck my cock into her tight, freshly fucked ass. “Mark,” she whimpered into Betty’s pussy. “Yes, yes, fuck my ass!”

I did. Hard.

Whenever the entire family gathered together, this sort of orgy was the consequence. We all loved each other. So what better way to show it than by shoving your cock into your wife’s sister’s ass while she ate out your mother’s girlfriend’s cunt?

I pumped away at Missy’s sloppy asshole. My dick slid easily in and out of her greased bowels. She moaned and gasped into Betty’s cunt, her anal sheath clenching down on my dick as it rammed deep into her.

Then Mary knelt beside me and gave me a kiss on the lips. She fondled her little sister’s ass as she said, “Don’t get too carried away. We do need to present our daughter soon.”

“I’ll try,” I moaned, Missy’s ass tight on my cock.

“Come lick my pussy, Mary,” Shannon cooed. “I need to cum so bad.”

Mary gave a wicked laugh. “Well, I’ll try not to get too carried away myself!”

I laughed as my balls smacked into Missy’s taint, her asshole clenching down about my dick.

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