Chapter One
Tracing the movements of Sister Theodore Mariam, like all the nuns of the Order of Mary Magdalene, proved impossible. That she played a devastating role in the rise of the Tyrants is obvious. One simply has to witness the Miracle to see her hand at work.
----excerpt from
The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy
, by Tina Allard
Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ
I stretched Sally out on the living room floor, her perky breasts jiggling wonderfully, topped with dark-brown nipples. She was a beautiful woman, her lithe body tanned a rich, dark-olive, with slim hips and a completely shaved pussy; her slit so tight my mouth watered. While I mostly liked men, Sister Louise had taught me how to love a woman on a California beach in the weeks after she freed me from Kurt.
She was one of Tex's Thralls. I had been sent to Phoenix to exorcise a Warlock, a man who had made a Pact with the Adversary, selling his soul for three wishes. My search had led me to Tex. He had enslaved this woman, and several others, and I would see them all freed. Especially Mable.
That was my duty. I was Sister Mariam Theodore, a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene, sworn to fight the darkness and liberate all those poor souls enslaved by wicked men and women like Tex.
I was in Mable's house across the street from Tex's. Mable had been stolen from her husband Newt by Tex, her mind controlled by the Warlock and turned into his sex slave. Dealing with a Warlock was dangerous and before I could make my attack I needed some information from Sally. And to do that, I needed to make her cum.
After fingering Raelene to an orgasm, my pussy burned for satisfaction. Sally was coming around; the
Shama
prayer that had stunned her was wearing off. I knew I shouldn't do this, but since all my sins were forgiven, and I was saving this woman, I gave in. I straddled her face, gently placing my pussy against her mouth, aching for a nice cum.
Her breath was warm on my vulva, tickling and driving me crazy with anticipation. Her legs started to move, her head shifted sightly, pinned between my thighs. I grabbed her arms, leaning over her, ready to subdue her. She suddenly struggled, fighting to escape.
"What the hell?" she gasped. "What's going on!"
"You're going to eat my pussy," I purred, pressing my aching sex into her lips and rubbing across her face. Her response was muffled. "Just start licking, Sally. Eat me! You're not getting up until you do."
She shouted something that sounded like a no.
I ground my pussy harder against her. I was dripping wet, smearing my juices across her mouth and chin. I was so wet, I surely must be leaking juices across her face. She thrashed again, but I was stronger than her, my body pinning hers. I leaned over more, pushing my face between her thighs and inhaling the spicy flavor of her desire.
"Just lick, slut!" I commanded. "You're not getting back to your husband until you make me cum!" Tex had made all his sex slaves think they were his wives--the pervert.
Her thrashing stopped. She breathed heavily on my cunt.
"Lick me, bitch!"
Her tongue pushed through my aching labia into my pussy. Pleasure rippled out, a slow wave matching the slow swipe of her tongue. I groaned, shuddering. So wonderful. She took another lick, and a third. She probed me, sucking my labia into her lips, then her tongue found my clitoris, flicking gently at the sensitive nub.
I buried my face into her snatch, and devoured her. She tasted wonderful. Spicy musk covered my tongue, filling my mouth. I drank her as I sucked and licked. She moaned into me, the sound vibrating through my sensitive folds. I wiggled my tongue into her pink hole, her pussy twitching about it as I used my nimble organ as a tiny cock, my chin nudging her clitoris. She loved that, bucking and moaning beneath me, and munching my pussy harder.
Her moans grew louder, and her body began twitching beneath mine. I sucked and kissed and tongued her vulva, moving closer and closer to her clitoris. Her teeth nipped at my clitoris, and I gasped. She did it a second time, and my orgasm suddenly exploded through me. I shuddered atop her, flooding her face with my sticky juices.
"Oh, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, shoot! That's it! Make me cum! Oh, yeah!"
One last shudder passed through me, then my orgasm faded away. I buried my face back into her tasty pussy, lapping and sucking. I needed to make her cum. She gasped and moaned, still nuzzling my pussy, and building a second smaller orgasm inside me. I nipped at her clitoris, and she thrashed beneath me, spicy juices squirting out of her cunt and drenching my face.
I lifted my head up, her moaning lips setting off my second orgasm, and gasped,
"Rechem!"
I rolled off of Sally, she lay panting on the floor, her face sticky with my juices. I flipped around, stretching out on the carpet next to her, and licked my juices off her mouth, unable to resist tasting my own spicy flavor. Sally didn't say anything, she just kept staring at the ceiling.
"Sally, how many women, besides Raelene, are still in the house?"
"Two," she answered, her voice a monotone drawl. "Natalee and Idelle."
I smiled; the
Rechem
prayer was working. Any Thrall under its effects would tell me anything I wanted to know, even if their Warlock had forbidden them to speak of it. I had bypassed his control on her soul. I started questioning her and planning my next move.
Chapter Two
I learned that most of what my parents told me were lies. But one thing I knew for certain--they greatly loved each other.
----excerpt from
The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography
by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner
Mary Sullivan -- Spaneway, WA
I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe it was because I was a new woman. When I woke up this morning, I was simply Mary Sullivan--college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And, in a few minutes, his presence had transformed me and awakened desires long buried in my heart. This wonderful man had showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience.
He had peered into my soul and I had peered into his, and we had found the same thing--love.
Now I'm his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me--known my body--more intimately than anyone had before. He he tasted every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt, which was still a little sore. But it was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark's cock plunging deep into me, and how good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass before. My ex-boyfriend Mike had always begged me for anal. I had always said no, thinking it was too dirty, and fearing it would be painful.
Instead, Mark showed me that it could be so pleasurable.
I guess the reason I never let Mike bugger me was trust--I didn't trust him not to hurt me. He always had cared more about his own pleasures than mine. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely made my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs, but I never could get him to eat my pussy.
I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom's Honda after prom. He had been my only lover, so I didn't really know what I was missing out on until Mark.
And I hadn't just been missing out on the the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires--ones I had buried so deep I didn't even know they existed--and exposed them. With my co-worker Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman.
Her tongue had felt amazing on my pussy, and her vulva had been like warm silk on my lips. She had this sweet, tangy flavor that had been delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I used to get so excited to practice French kissing at slumber parties when I was younger, and why I could still vividly remember the locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates.
I glanced at Mark and my face flushed and my heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just couldn't resist. He wasn't particularly handsome. Some fat under his chin made his face look too round. And he was a bit overweight; his body was soft with a the start of a drooping gut and love handles. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.
Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn't better looking then Mike, but I had noticed him the moment he had walked into my work last night. And it was me that Mark had fallen in love with. Not wild Cynthia, so experienced with sex, and always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she had met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smoky, bedroom voice and cow-large breast--the type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.
I looked back at the Starbuzz one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning, I had entered a timid girl and now I was leaving a confident woman; a woman that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked in every possible way. For Mark, I've become such a dirty tramp. It made him happy, and that made me happy.
"Do you have a car?" he asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore, like he was reaching into my soul and playing me like violin--a master violinist making me sing perfectly for him.
"Not really," I answered. "Mike has a truck, but he didn't want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all." I didn't bother to hide my irritation. "I had to take the bus."
