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.