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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)

Other

Chasity (Mark & Mary’s Daughter) — 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 Husband)— Damien (Missy’s Fiancee) — Avialle (Antsy’s Girlfriend) — Agent Noel Heinrich

Chapter One

Who were the Patriots? Who wrote their Manifesto? After the ravages of the Demon Wars, only speculation was left behind. The only clue that survived those dark days was a paper that purportedly had been found in a safety deposit box in Philadelphia. On this paper were thirty-seven names, the supposed roster of the Patriots. At the head of the list was the name Noel Heinrich. Noel had been an FBI Agent who had briefly fallen into the Tyrants’ powers, one of the many women forced to be their sex slave. No records survived that indicate what Noel’s fate was after parting ways with the Tyrants in June of 2013.

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

Thursday, May 6th, 2014 – Samnag “Sam” Soun – Qumran

My words trailed off as Alison hung up abruptly. I hoped she would be all right. I liked Alison. Besides being a great fuck, there was an honest enthusiasm about the slut. It sounded quite dire when she hung up on me. I heard gunshots and explosions as a horde of golems attacked her.

Golems. How utterly fascinating.

“What a bitch,” Candy, my girlfriend and assistant, muttered, taking the satphone from me. Her youthful face twisted with rage, her hair, half bubblegum pink and half cotton candy blue, swayed about her shoulders. “She should show you more respect, Sam. You’re the Holy Vizier.”

“I think it was a little intense where she was,” I said with a shrug, turning back to the black, iron wall we had uncovered beyond the red stone, a clue we had uncovered while searching through the Dead Sea Scrolls. After months of looking for the answers to contain Lucifer if he were to break free of his prison, we may have found something. The diggers had uncovered the iron wall of a Matmown buried for over two thousand years. Excitement bubbled in me as the Palestinian laborers excavated it out, searching for the door.

Something important must be buried here! Something shielded from spiritual eyes. Like the key to defeating Lucifer. The Mother Superior had hinted to Mary, during their meeting last September in France, that the key to defeating the Devil’s plan was found in Qumran.

I hoped this was it.

I took in a deep breath, waiting as the laborers worked. The sun neared setting, daylight fading. We didn’t have generators out here. Soon, they’d have to stop working. My hands clenched with excitement. Even if the secrets weren’t contained in here, something important was.

I thirsted to know what.

“Holy Vizier,” a laborer bowed, a leather choker tight about his neck.

The worship of Mark and Mary was spreading. Even the Muslim world was plunged into as much, or even more, chaos as the Christian world. Every day, more and more Muslims abandoned their faith to worship the “Living Gods.” Violence abounded in the Middle East as the two sides clashed. Suicide bombers killed dozens almost daily. The laborers were watched carefully by a squad of Rangers bound to Mark. We had vetted the workers—making sure they all were worshipers of Mark—but the Patriots, one of Lilith’s daughters, or a fundamentalist could have infiltrated them. Or one of those groups could just attack us.

“Yes?” I asked.

“We found the door,” he answered.

Excitement bubbled through me and set my hands to tremble. I tried to control it as I followed the man along the side of the half-buried wall to a door that had been excavated. I had to be regal. I was more than a woman to these laborers. I was a symbol of their Living Gods’ power, the Holy Vizier who counseled them in the arts of magic, instructed them in esoteric secrets, and worshiped them with my divine body.

Or whatever their made-up religion said about me.

“You are all dismissed for the day,” I told the laborer. “Candy will pay you.”

“Of course, Holy Vizier,” he bowed.

I forced myself to wait until the laborers were all gone, standing before the iron door. The eagerness to seize it just gripped me. But no one not bound to Mark and Mary by the Zimmah spell, tying our lives to his, or through the Ragily, like the soldiers who swore their souls to him, could be trusted with this knowledge.

Finally, Candy slipped into the excavation, a grin plastered on her face. She squealed and gave me an enthusiastic hug, raining kisses on my face. I ran my hand through her dyed hair as I drank in her excitement. My clit hardened into a cock as Candy wiggled against me, my pussy itching. Mark had turned me into a sex fiend.

I craved it all the time.

But pleasures could wait. We had discoveries to make.

“Let’s open it!” I exclaimed.

A pair of army rangers pried the door open with crowbars, the metal hinges protesting. It smelled like rust inside. I wrinkled my nose, not liking that sign. If too much oxidation happened inside, that might mean water got in, ruining any ancient scrolls.

With a deep breath, I pulled out my flashlight. The bright LED light blazed through the darkness, illuminating a plinth. Open the carved stone rested an unrolled scroll. I sucked in a breath, seeing what looked intact, made of papyrus. I could even see faded-brown writing on it. A new find. A new discovery.

It took all my self-control to walk forward. I reached the plinth, trying not to breathe on it as I leaned over and studied it. I definitely didn’t touch it with my bare hands; the oils on my fingers would destroy something this ancient.

“Stay outside and close the door,” Candy said behind me. “We’ll let you know when to open it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the ranger said, all business. The door creaked shut, the room growing even darker.

“Is it what we need?” Candy asked as she joined me, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“It’s written in Aramaic,” I answered, translating as I read. “Its style reminds me of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.”

“Mary says our copy is incomplete,” Candy pointed out. “And look at the scroll, the right side is torn, but the left side is even.”

She was right. “This is the end of a scroll. They used to write books on long rolls of papyrus or parchment. It must be the final part of a book.” I bent down and found Lucifer’s name written. I smiled and straightened, looking at Candy, and away from the scroll, to let out an explosive: “This is it!”

Candy squealed in excitement. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me exuberantly.

Very exuberantly!

Her lips were hot and her tongue lithe. She tasted so sweet. My cock ached for her as she ground her crotch against me. I knew we shouldn’t. We had just found what we were searching for, but my lusts boiled through me; my clit-dick demanded attention.

Candy’s fingers fumbled at the loose, canvas pants I wore, popping the button off so she could snake her hand in and grasp my hardening cock. Our six month’s in Israel, pouring through dusty, ancient texts, had left little time for fooling around. The dam on my lust broke; we no longer needed to deny ourselves.

Drunk on our success, I dropped the flashlight to the floor. It spun, the bright beam dancing wildly about the dark, metal room as it skittered to a rest, illuminating a metal wall. I didn’t care about any of that. Not with Candy’s hand stroking my girl-dick in my pants. Thanks to a naughty spell I cast, I could turn my clit into a cock.

Candy loved it.

“Oh, Sam,” she husked, nibbling at my neck. “I need you in me! I’m so horny! Feel how wet I am!”

“Yes,” I moaned as I found the button for her pants. I unsnapped it and shoved my hand inside. She wore no panties. I cupped her shaved snatch, her pussy lips so juicy as they smeared her excitement against my hand.

My heart thudded in my chest as I kissed her again. My tongue danced with hers, fluttering in her mouth as she shuddered against me. She nibbled on my lips, her hips undulating and grinding against me. I shoved two fingers into her twat.

Her hand tightened on my dick.

We moaned into each other’s lips as we played with each other’s genitals. I pumped my two fingers in and out of her cunt while she fisted my dick still trapped in my panties. I whimpered, wanting to be naked. Wanting to be in her. And her clothing was in the way.

So was mine.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and struggled to push off her jeans. But they caught on her hips, so tight. I let out a frustrated moan, fumbling with them. I just wanted them off so badly, so impatient to be in her.

She broke the kiss, “Mmm, you are so hot for me, Sam.” She let go of my cock. “I love it when I drive you wild.”

“You’re so good at it,” I panted, remembering how we met a year ago in the club as I contemplated what to do with the freedom Mark offered me.

She wiggled her hips, her hands pushing with mine. Then her pants fell off her hips and we peeled them down her thighs until they bunched around her ankles. I didn’t care. I grabbed her naked ass, smearing pussy juices on her rump. She had such soft butt-cheeks. I loved the feel of them.

Then she shoved my pants down. They weren’t nearly as tight as hers. She liked to be poured into her pants, even when heading out into the desert on a dig. My cock nudged against her stomach, the tip throbbing in aching need. I groaned, burning to stick my cock inside her cunt. To feel her tight, wet tunnel squeezing on my shaft.

“I need to be in you,” I moaned.

“Let me get my boots off,” Candy said, pulling away and hobbling back. They were tangled about her ankles now, binding her feet together.

“No,” I moaned, too impatient. “Just get on your knees. I need to fuck you.”

“Mmm, that sounds fun,” she giggled.

She sank with such grace down to the floor, even with her ankles bound up. She knelt on the metal plate, wiggling her hips at me. I groaned at the sight of her soft rump and her shaved pussy peeking between her thighs.

With a groan, I knelt behind her, ignoring the hard metal of the floor. I smacked her ass. She squealed as her butt-cheek jiggled. She wiggled it again, making my dick throb at the sight of it. So I smacked her again.

This time with my cock.

She threw a look over her shoulder, her face lit on the right side by the flashlight, highlighting her delicate features. “Fuck me, Sam. Make me your bitch!”

“Yes!” I moaned as I drove my futa-cock into her wet cunt. Silky ecstasy wrapped about my girl-dick. “You are my bitch! Mark gave you to me!”

“Yes, yes!” she panted. “Your bitch! I love it! I love being yours!”

I groaned, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping my cock as I plowed in and out of her. Her butt-cheeks jiggled every time I buried into her while my girl-dick throbbed in the grip of her silky twat. I shuddered, my tits jiggling beneath my shirt as I plowed her hard. I gripped her hips, savoring using her. So glad I made the decision to serve Mark as his Vizier.

So glad I had her.

Her jiggling ass beckoned. I slapped her rump, leaving a bright handprint on her pale flesh. Her cunt squeezed down on my plunging dick and she cooed her delight. She thrust her hips back into me, the smack invigorating her.

SMACK!

She gasped this time, bucking back hard into me. Her pussy felt even hotter about my clit-dick. She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my shaft, driving me wild with her pleasure. I sucked in a deep breath, rapture surging down my dick.

She moaned louder and louder. Her passion grew. She gave a wild toss to her multicolored hair as she rocked back into my thrusts. I churned her pussy to a froth, and she loved it. Her voice echoed over and over against the metal walls.

“Fuck your bitch!” she moaned. “Make me howl! Make me cum! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!”

“I’ll make you explode,” I panted, plowing so hard into her. “You’re going to writhe on my dick, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she whimpered. Just stir me up.

I fucked her hard and fast, plowing into her with all my passion. I groaned, my face twisting as the ecstasy of being in her pussy spilled through me. It was so wonderful to fuck her pussy with my magical cock.

I made this cock. I created it. And I enjoyed it. I smacked her ass again, her back arching. She let out a squealing gasp of delight as I rammed my futa-dick into her pussy. Her snatch clenched down so hard.

“Sam!” she squealed. And then her pussy writhed about my cock.

She threw back her head and yelled as loud as possible as her powerful orgasm exploded through her. Her flesh massaged my cock as I pumped so hard into her depths, her snatch sucking at my dick. I needed to erupt in her convulsing flesh.

I smacked her ass again. “Howl slut!” I groaned. “Keep squeezing your cunt, bitch. Make me cum in your pussy!”

“I’ll make you explode!” Candy promised, rolling her hips, stirring that orgasming cunt around my dick. The silky massage of her flesh had me groaning and swaying. “Fill me up with your cum! Yes, yes, I’ll drain you dry!”

Our flesh slapped together. My ovaries boiled over with passion. I gripped her hips and drove my cock as hard as I could into her depths. I needed to cum. I needed to release that pressure, and spill my girl-spunk inside my sweet Candy. My body tensed as my eruption drew closer and closer.

Her pussy sucked at my dick.

Begged for my cum.

I plowed so hard and fast into her, whimpering. My back arched. Then every nerve in my body exploded. My cum flooded my little bitch’s cunt. I pumped my girl-jizz into her. Every blast of spunk firing from my dick sent rapture shuddering through me.

“Take it!” I groaned.

“I am,” she moaned and then her pussy convulsed again on my dick. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again!”

The pleasure boiled through my mind. My pussy convulsed, juices flooding down my thighs, while my dick emptied all my cum into her pussy. I gripped her hips, sucking in deep breaths as the ecstasy filled me.

My orgasm peaked.

And then my cock fired a last time. I sucked in a deep breath, panting as the rapture died into buzzing euphoria. It felt so wonderful to have my release. Candy moaned, her pussy’s spasming dying down. Then, with a gasp, she collapsed onto the iron floor. She quivered as my girl-cum flooded out of her pussy, leaking white onto the black metal.

She rolled onto her back, smiling at me. She grabbed me, pulled me down, and kissed me on the lips. I tasted her sweetness once again as I enjoyed her lips. Then I broke the kiss, my dick shrinking into a clit.

“Mmm, that was great, Sam,” she purred. “I needed that so bad.”

“So did I,” I sighed, resting my head on her full breasts beneath her tight t-shirt. “I love you.”

I felt her body tense. “Really?”

I didn’t mean to say it, but I looked her in the eyes, stroked her face. “Yeah, I guess I do. Ever since France.”

She smiled, “I love you, too.”

Our kiss was spectacular, fireworks exploding between our lips. I lost myself in her soft touches. I kissed every inch of her face from her chin up to her brow, getting her cute little nose in the process, then I captured her sweet lips again. So wonderful, so soft. I stroked her pale cheek with my dark finger.

“Mmm, Sam,” Candy said, sounding a little embarrassed as she broke our soulful kiss, “my ass is freezing. This floor is kinda cold.”

I laughed and slipped off of her. The magic broken between us. I had work to do, a scroll to investigate. I pulled up my pants while Candy stood and wiggled her tight khakis over her hips. I retrieved the flashlight, and went back to the scroll.

“Why do you follow his orders?” Candy asked, hugging me from behind.

“Whose orders?” I asked, not really paying attention as I translated the text in my head.

“Mark’s!” There was so much heat in her voice.

“Why wouldn’t I follow his orders? I’m his vizier.”

Candy turned me about. “You could be so much more.” She grasped my hands, pulling them up to her lips and gently kissing them. “Mark would be nothing without you. You could make a deal with Lucifer and take his place. Or you can make one with another demon.”

I frowned at her. “But I don’t want to.”

“Are you sure you’re content with being his errand bitch?”

I swallowed, staring into her eyes. Was I content following his orders, doing all the hard work for him while he took all the credit? I felt off-balance, not sure what to say. “Grab a scroll case.”

“Think about it,” she whispered, stroking my hands. “You could be so amazing. I could be your Mary, standing at your side, guiding you to the greatness due you.”

“Just grab the scroll case,” I told her, my thoughts whirling. Could I betray Mark? Could I have his power? Did I even want that?

To be continued…

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