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.