Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Let Karen be your shining example. Once, she was our loving Gods' enemy. Great evil was done by her, but she realized the error of her ways thanks to our Gods mercy. She found joy in surrender. Though she did not serve long before the foul demoness stole her away, she served with all the love and devotion she could.

--The Epistle of Xiu 2:1-2

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 -- Karen Reddings -- South Hill, WA

I was their slut and I couldn't be happier.

Only hours ago I had fought their control. I was stubborn, clinging to my identity as a nun of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene. As Sister Louise Afra, I had fought against Warlocks, individuals who had made Pacts with the Adversary.

Like Mark and Mary, my Masters, had done.

Ever since I had been rescued from being a Thrall to Susanne, the Warlock that had dominated me at the age of eighteen, I had served as a nun. I was proud of what I did. I reveled in defeating Warlock after Warlock, savoring the fear in their eyes as they realized they were about to lose everything when they orgasmed.

I got off on it.

Even though I was a lesbian, I loved riding a male Warlock, staring in his eyes, working my pussy up and down on his cock. They always tried to fight their orgasms, but it was a futile fight. My tight pussy would provide too much stimulation and they would erupt inside me.

The moment their cum flooded me, their bodies a the peak of pleasure and vulnerable to my powers, I would exorcise them.

And then I tried to exorcise Mark and Mary. I had almost had them. I had Mark's cock in my sheath, working my pussy up and down on him as he fought against his orgasm. His sluts were either under my control or incapacitated. I was so close to beating him. I thought nothing could stop me.

And then the demoness Lilith had been summoned.

I had been defeated. For twenty-four hours I had been spanked, humiliated, and fucked. They pissed on me, made me suck Mark's cock, or submit to Mary fucking my ass with her strap-on. I tried to fight, but despair had me.

I had failed. The Archangel Gabriel had spelled it all out to me. Instead of following Providence like a good nun, I had forged my own path. I messed up and was abandoned. I had foolishly thought to hold out for Sister Theodora Mariam, my sister nun, but then Mark made me his dog.

Being forced to crawl naked out side, a collar about my neck, a pair of dog ears on my head, and a butt plug, complete with a doggy tail, shoved up my ass had been too much. I had finally broke. I had finally surrendered. I had finally begged to be their slut.

And I had finally found happiness.

It hadn't matter that I was only happy because Mark commanded me to be happy. It just mattered that I was happy being their sex slave. They had let me go inside, they had their other sluts attend to my body. Now sweet Thamina, a beautiful Arab nurse, rubbed a soothing cream into my burning ass, pushing a bit into my bowels that had been stretched open.

"I'm so glad you surrendered to them," Thamina whispered as she finished soothing me. She was dressed in a sexy nurse's outfit, the white fabric so thin her flesh bled through wherever it pressed on the outfit. "Isn't this better?"

"Yes, it is," I smiled, squirming my hips.

Thamina leaned over and kissed my ass. I gasped and giggled, her fingers spreading me open. Her tongue swiped at my asshole. I moaned in delight, letting her caress and play with me. I shuddered as her agile tongue wiggled inside me.

"Mmh, that's wonderful," I panted. There were such wonderful rewards to serving Mark and Mary. They were so much better than all the other Warlocks I had fought. After all, they defeated me so they must be the best.

The pleasure itched inside my pussy as Thamina rimmed me. I groaned, my hard nipples rasping against the bed. Her tongue was amazing, dipping inside me, soothing my burning bowels from the thick butt plug.

The door opened. Master and Mistress walked in.

Thamina stopped tonguing, lifting up her face. "She's all better now," Thamina panted.

"I can see that," Master grinned. He was naked, his cock hardening. He had such amazing stamina. I hadn't figured out all three of his Pacts, but two were obvious: the ability to control people and unlimited, sexual stamina.

I had only figured out one of Mistress's Pacts--women seemed compelled to lust after her. The moment my powers as a nun had been broken, and I had lost my protection against a Warlock's powers, I had been almost overwhelmed with desire for Mistress. She had become the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Thamina, out," Master commanded.

"Yes, Master," she purred, rising and striding out.

Master smacked her ass as she passed, his blue eyes flashing and a boyish grin spreading across his lips. Mistress walked over to me, stretching out on the bed and caressing my face. I shuddered in delight.

"How can I serve you, Masters?" I panted, my pussy flushing wet.

Master slid on the other side of me, his hand sliding down to squeeze my burning ass. The pain flared, but I was just so happy he wanted to touch me. I groaned, his fingers sinking into my crack, brushing my wet asshole.

"Tell us about the nuns," Master commanded.

"Absolutely," I smiled. "I was a part of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene. Our Motherhouse is in Rennes-le-Château. We get our orders from the Archangel Gabriel."

"From an actual angel?" Master asked.

I nodded my head. "He would come upon us in the Ecstasy. His touch brings us such amazing passion. We were always overcome in pleasure. As his spiritual body made love to us, our destinies were subtly changed so that Providence can guide us."

"Providence? Isn't that an art term?" Mark muttered.

"It is also the Creator's touch on the world. With it, the Creator guides the nuns. When I received my Ecstasy, I had a suspicion I was coming to Washington State, but I wasn't sure. Most of the time, we have no idea who we're hunting, but Master has been quite bold. I have never heard of a Warlock in a hundred years as bold as him."

Master chuckled--he looked pleased.

"When the Ecstasy came upon us, we usually head to the airport. Most of the time, someone will have accidentally bought us a ticket."

"Accidentally?"

"Providence will adjust the fates of many people to guide us. For instance, I met a cute flight attendant on the way out to Seattle. I'm a lesbian and so was she."

Mark chuckled. "A gay nun. That doesn't sound so Christian."

"The Creator loves everyone," I answered. "And I joined up to fight Warlocks, not because I liked the Catholic Church."

"So how did this flight attendant lead you to us?" Mary frowned.

"Well, she invited me to her hotel room. We spent a wonderful weekend making love." I smiled, remembering Sarai's passion. "Sunday morning, I slipped out to buy ice and witnessed a man with a Black aura."

"Lilith mentioned nun's can see auras. That Nun's have gold auras, right?"

I smiled at Master. "Yes. Nuns have gold. Regular humans have silver. Thralls, people you've dominated, Master, have black, and Warlocks have red."

"Who did you meet?" Mary asked.

"Brandon Fitzsimmons. He told me where to find you. When I freed him from your control, he was very angry." I swallowed. "I'm sorry I freed him, Master. I..." Tears filled my eyes.

Master hugged me, pulling me to him. "That's okay. You were a bad nun before, but now you're a good slut. So don't cry."

My tears ended. "I am a good slut now," I grinned. "Thank you, Master."

"So that's how you found us," Mary sighed. "Coincidence. Mark, you told Brandon to stay at a motel nearer to his work, and then she was led there by chance. That's so scary."

"Is there another nun now hunting us?" Master asked.

"Probably." I swallowed. "There is only one other nun in North America. Her name is Sister Theodora Mariam. She's actually from Tacoma. I rescued her from a Warlock years ago."

"Describe her."

"Yes, Master. She'll appear eighteen years old, we all do. It's one of our gifts. We need to be young and beautiful to entice Warlocks."

"You are that," Mistress purred, cupping my breast. Her fingers brushed my nipple.

"Thank you, Mistress. Theodora has sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes with a heart-shaped face."

"So does every person that makes a Pact with the Devil get a nun sent after them?" Master asked.

"Eventually. We always defeat them. Some have cost us more to defeat." I swallowed. "I heard of a few that actually killed Nuns and Monks."

"There are Monks, too?" Master groaned.

"Not anymore. The last one died during World War 2. You see, we can pass off our Gift to a successor, but if we die without passing them on, then it's lost and there's one less nun in the world. When Lilith corrupted me, there was no one to take my place."

"So they're slowly losing through attrition," Mary muttered.

"And the Devil knew you'd come after us. That's why he gave us Lilith. What's he up to?"

"He's the Adversary. His plans are always murky. I could not say."

"So we don't fool around with any blue-eyed, sandy-blonde women until we cast the Mowdah ritual," Master laughed. "Good thing I love redheads."

Master smiled at Mistress, and the pair kissed over me.

"What is the Mowdah ritual?" I asked.

"It's a spell Lilith told us about. It will let us see a person's aura."

"Very prudent," I nodded.

"Umm, and there's another ritual that will let us make you sluts immune to a nun's controls," Master grinned, his hand groping my breast.

"How wonderful," I moaned. "I would hate it if Sister Theodore used Zanah ritual on me and made me into her weapon."

"That's what you did to our sluts?" Mistress asked, her hand pushing between my thighs.

"Yes!" I gasped as she played with my pussy.

Mary Sullivan

Karen moaned as I played with her pussy. She was such a sexy beauty, with her doll's face framed by her curly, light-brown hair. Mark's hand slid up to her breast, her nipples still puffy from the nipple clamps. Mark pinched one.

Karen gasped and her pussy tightened on my fingers.

"Oh, Masters," she purred. "Umm, that's wonderful. Thank you for touching me."

"We're gonna do so much more than touch you," Mark growled. "We're gonna fuck you."

"Oh, yes!" she moaned, her thighs squeezing together. "Please do! I need to be fucked so bad."

I giggled, her pussy hot on my fingers. I slid down the bed, spreading her thighs apart. I wanted to eat her pussy. She was ours now. Our slut. I didn't have to hate her or fear her any longer. I could love her.

I buried my lips into her pussy.

"Mistress!" Karen gasped, her thighs tightening about my head.

"Umm, eat her pussy, Mare," Mark groaned. "Get her nice and wet for my cock."

"Oh, yes!" Karen gasped, her hands reaching down, fingers sliding through my auburn curls. Her hips bucked again, the passion crashing through her. She let out a moan of delight as I sucked and nibbled at her pussy.

I loved the tangy flavor of her pussy. So wonderfully delicious. I spread her lips open wide, jabbing my tongue in deep as Mark sucked and nibbled on her swollen nipples. Karen bucked harder, thrashing in delirious delight.

"Oh, Masters! Yes, yes! I'm the luckiest slut in the world!"

I loved it. I couldn't wait for this Sister Theodore to arrive. I would savor every moment of making her our slut, too. We'd break her with Karen's help, transforming Sister Theodore into a cock-crazy, pussy-loving slut.

I would make her suck my cock.

The image of Lilith and the cock she could summon floated into my mind. I drove it away. I would make this new nun lick my pussy, not my cock! I didn't want a cock.

My pussy itched with desire to posses a dick.

"Is she ready?"

"Huh," I asked, rising out of my depraved, cock fantasy. "Yes, she's wet enough, Mark. Fuck her cunt while I ride her face." That would take my mind off Lilith's depraved suggestion.

Mark grinned at me. "Naughty mare."

"Horny stallion," I fondly said, grasping his hard cock and pulling him down to the bed.

We basically swapped positions, Mark settling between Karen's thighs. I straddled the slut's face, her hands eagerly pulling me down to her mouth. I shuddered as her tongue flicked through my pussy lips, shuddering in wonderful delight.

"Eat my pussy, slut! You keep eating until I cum on your face!"

"That's right," Mark growled, thrusting his cock into Karen's cunt. "Tell the little whore what to do, Mare. Fuck, that's so sexy."

Karen squealed into my pussy as Mark hammered her cunt. Karen's small breasts jiggled with the force of Mark's thrusts. I leaned forward, resting my hands on Mark's shoulders as the pleasure shuddered through me. I tossed back my auburn hair, gasping in delight.

"Cum on her face," Mark growled. "Make her drink all your juices down."

"Yes! The little slut's so eager. She's eating me hard, Mark."

I shuddered as Karen dug her tongue through my folds. Mark's hand caught my neck, pulling me into a kiss. I moaned into his lips as pleasure shuddered through me. I bucked, the bliss swelling. My body trembled. I was on the verge of exploding.

Karen's lips found my clit. She nibbled and sucked.

I writhed, my fingers digging into Mark's shoulders as I came. My head tossed back, Mark's face falling down, his lips nuzzling at my perky breasts. The bliss was incredible, racing through my body as I shuddered on the slut's face.

"Oh, yes! Eat my cunt! You dirty slut! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!"

Her tongue prolonged my pleasure, and Mark's hungry mouth on my nipple added spicy bursts of rapture. I cradled my fiance's head as he licked and nibbled. My body spasmed hard, my juices flooding into Karen's mouth.

"Yes!" I howled, loving sharing a slut with Mark.

He sucked hard at my nipple. His ass flexed, burying his cock deep into Karen's cunt. He grunted over and over, his cock flooding the slut's pussy with his cum. Karen shuddered and writhed beneath us, bucking as she came.

"Damn, that was nice," Mark panted, rolling off of Karen.

"Thank you, Master, for cumming in me," Karen moaned.

Mark kissed her, savoring my pussy juices on her lips.

I fell onto my back, my breasts heaving. "Karen," I panted.

She broke the kiss with Mark. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Go get Desiree. Tell her to bring her cell phone."

Mark gave me a curious look as the slut dashed out of the room, my cum dripping down her thighs.

"She said Brandon was angry. I think we should get him back under your control."

Mark nodded his head.

Desiree walked in.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

The apartment was small and musky, but it would be hard to trace to me. I sank down on the bed. It came poorly furnished, including a TV hooked up to a digital antennae. I turned on the TV, but I couldn't get the surveillance footage I had witnesses this morning out of my mind--my wife gasping and moaning as Mark fucked her.

My anger boiled over every time I pictured my beautiful wife heaving beneath him.

I sank down on the bed, stretching my back. I had spent most of the day at the banks, shutting down my finances, shifting money to offshore accounts, using every trick I knew to hide my vast assets from Mark.

He would be coming for me eventually.

I booted up my laptop, connecting with a 4G card linked to a disposable cell phone account. It began downloading all of the surveillance videos and notes Doug, my PI, had collected on Mark so far today. I had stuck Doug in a rental house that had a great view of the back of my own house occupied by that bastard.

I would learn all Mark's weaknesses and then I exploit them.

An email came through from Doug.

Sister Louise broke a few minutes ago. She told Mark you're free. Expect him to come after you.

A chill settled down my spine. I wasn't fully ready. I had to move some more money around before I could fully disappear. But I could do it. If I was careful. Tomorrow, I needed to be observant when I visited the last bank. He can only control me if I hear his voice. If I see any hints that my bank is compromised, I needed to walk away tomorrow.

My cell phone rang, humming in my pocket. I pulled it out.

My wife was calling.

I almost answered, but my thumb froze right over the button. An irrational part of me exulted, celebrating that my wife was reaching out. The crazy thought flooded my mind that she must have somehow broken free of the monster's control and was trying to contact me.

I knew it wasn't true. It was Mark.

I set my phone aside, turning on the TV. I had to forget about Desiree.

The phone kept ringing.

I glanced at it, biting my lip. No. I had to be strong. I couldn't give in.

But the damn thing kept ringing and ringing.

I rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door and muffling the sound. I turned on the faucets, the water hissing into the sink before splashing the cold liquid on my face. I gasped for breath, staring at my face in the mirror.

"You are Brandon Fitzsimmons," I growled. "You clawed your way to the top of the pack. You're strong. You're tough. You can handle a goddamn phone ringing."

As I spoke the words, I began to tick myself into believing them. It was only a ringing phone. It didn't control me. As long as I didn't listen to Mark, there was nothing he could do to me.

I marched out of the bathroom, grabbed my phone, and turned it off.

I sank back on the bed. The news was on.

An attractive reporter, her skin a dusky mix of races, smiled on camera. She was a juicy morsel. The crawl on the bottom of the screen proclaimed her to be Jessica St. Pierre.

"Agent Peterson," she said, pushing her microphone into the face of a balding man, his cheeks ruddy with annoyance. "Why have the FBI and the Pierce County SWAT unit arrived at the scene, but not the Puyallup Police Department?"

"No comment," the FBI agent snarled.

"Sources say that the local 911 operators refused to take the calls of Mark Glassner's activities seriously. They would hang up or tell the caller it wasn't a crime. Is this true?"

"We don't know what's going on," a blonde, FBI agent said, her face stern, her eyes hiding behind mirrored sunglasses. "And pointless speculation from the press does little to help the situation."

"And what would you say to the allegation that Mark Glassner has gassed the Puyallup Police Department?"

"Pointless speculation." The female FBI agent disappeared behind a wall of heavily armed SWAT officers in black, nomex uniforms and bulky body armor.

An idea popped into my head.

But it had to wait until I was fully hidden from Mark. I couldn't be caught if this blew back into my face.

Be mindful of your dreams. Angels are wont to visit us as we slumber, imparting their knowledge to us. Be open to receive it. The rewards will be immense.

--excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Wednesday, June 12th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora -- Miami, FL

"Theodora..." the ethereal voice whispered. "Awaken..."

I realized I was dreaming as the voice blew away the fog of sleep from my mind.

In my dream, I was with my family having dinner. Sean, my ex-husband, was sitting opposite me at the dining room table. Between us sat Shannon on my right, our oldest daughter, happily chatting to Mary, who sat on my left. And past Mary sat our youngest, little Missy, who was feeding her baby doll with a little bottle. Behind me, I could feel the malevolent gaze of Kurt, the damned Warlock who stole me away from my family.

The dream would play out the same as it always did. In a moment, Kurt would walk in and I would...do things to him as my family happily ate their dinner. I hated thinking of the vile things Kurt would make me do. My body ached from the burns and bruises, my nipples burning in pain from the piercings.

And then I would wake up, sweating and shivering. I would cry myself back to sleep, heartsick for my husband and daughters. Kurt had stolen my family away from me. When Sister Louise freed me, Kurt had already made me tell my husband all the filthy things I had been made to do by the bastard. I could still see the hurt in Sean's eyes as the enslaved me told him how much I enjoyed Kurt's cock. The monster made me divorce Sean and sign away my parental rights. When I was freed by Sister Louise, it was too late for me to go back to Sean. He had been too hurt.

The damage was done.

"Theodora..." the voice whispered again.

I looked around, conscious that I was dreaming.

Kurt was there, lurking behind me, a shadowy form with a mohawk, red eyes, and silver glinting at his lip from his piercing. Kurt loved piercings, the asshole had made me get piercings all over my body: my lips and nose, my nipples and clitoral hood, and both of my labia. The holes had healed over the last thirteen years, but not the memories. I could still recall Kurt pulling on the rings piercing my nipples, or my labia until the pleasure turned to pain.

"Theodora..."

The voice was coming from the hallway that led back to the bedrooms. Sean and I had a tiny house, only three bedrooms and one floor. Missy and Mary had to share a bedroom, but Shannon had her own bedroom because she was the oldest.

I followed the voice and saw silvery light shining underneath the door to the bedroom I used to share with my husband. My heart thudded in my chest. What was going on here? My hand shook as I reached out for the door, the metal cold beneath my sweaty palm.

"Theodora..."

The voice came from right behind the door, ethereal, accompanied by a musical chorus, like the ringing of wind chimes.

The door opened and standing in the room, shining brilliant silver, was a seemingly young looking man, fit and muscled like a Greek statue, dressed in a white tunic. He was handsome, almost beautiful, his face chiseled and perfect, square-jawed. My face flushed with desire. His hair was shining gold, his eyes brilliant sapphires, and his skin burnished bronze. His face was peaceful, serene even, just the hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Theodora, I am the Dominion Ramiel, here to guide and instruct you through your dreams."

I swallowed. "Thank you, my Lord."

"I am unworthy of such honors, you may simply refer to me as Ramiel," he said humbly. "As you have suspected, Sister Louise has fallen to her Pride and been made Thrall by the Warlock."

Fear ran cold across my skin. "I will not fail," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Of course not, Theodora. However, the Demoness Lilith has been summoned and serves the Warlocks."

"Warlocks?" I interrupted. "There's more than one?"

"Yes, lovers," Ramiel simply answered. "With Lilith of the Black Womb aiding them, the traditional powers of our Priestess will soon be ineffective. Lilith will arm the Warlocks with the ability to see your golden aura and will make their Thralls immune to control and exorcism. Other methods will be necessary to fight them. More oblique methods."

It was worse than I thought. "I...I have never faced a demon before."

"It has been many centuries since Warlocks have been so armed, but fear not. Tactics were developed and I am here to teach you."

His tunic melted away, leaving him naked. His manhood was hard and erect, rising out of a forest of golden hair. "You need to...be with me?" I asked, squeezing my thighs as my excitement mounted.

The touch of an Angel was Ecstasy.

"Just as you were taught your current prayers," Ramiel answered.

Sweet memories or those early dreams I had experienced right after I took my vows blossomed in my mind. I had been taught my prayers by the Angel Hadraniel. It had been several very pleasant nights of being the lover of an Angel.

"This first one you shall learn is known as the Prayer of Avvah."

Ramiel's bronzed hand caressed my face, pleasure rippled through my body. My clothes melted away as Ramiel kissed me, wrapping his arms about my body. His manhood pressed hard against my stomach, and I moaned wantonly into his lips. Like with Gabriel and his Ecstasy, pleasure surged through my body, ending at my womanhood in an explosion of bliss.

My pussy convulsed as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through my body. I was buffeted by the rapture, screaming my ecstasy into his mouth. I shuddered, my mind lost as every neuron in my body fired.

I came to my senses for a moment. I lay on the bed, Ramiel was on top of me, his cock hard and pressing at the opening of my pussy. "Praise God!" Ramiel moaned as he sank slowly inside me.

I cried out in passion, his girth pleasurably spreading my pussy, the head of his dick rubbing deliciously on the sensitive walls of my sheath. I racked his strong back with my fingernails as another orgasm rolled through me. Ramiel fucked me with a slow, steady rhythm atop me. I slid my hands down and gripped the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him harder into me.

"The Prayer of Avvah can only be used on a mortal, one not touched by evil," Ramiel gasped as he thrust in and out of me. "It will create a powerful, obsessive attraction between two people."

"I don't...oh fuck...understand?" I gasped. "How could that...uhhh...useful?"

"There are two Warlocks. They are lovers," Ramiel explained. "A wedge must be driven between them. Separate, they will be more vulnerable. Particularly the male. His powers are too dangerous and Lilith serves his lover."

"Okay," I moaned. "Harder, please! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Ramiel fucked me harder, faster. It felt so good! Nothing was better than a man inside my pussy, and an Angel was even better than a man. My legs wrapped about his waist, tightly hugging him to me. My third orgasm was building quickly. Every time his cock buried itself into my cunt, my clit rubbed against his groin and my orgasm grew and grew until I screamed my pleasure loudly.

"To perform the Prayer," Ramiel continued as I bucked and heaved, locked in rapture, "you must intimately know the Mortal. When they orgasm, whisper Avvah into their ear followed by the name of the person you wish them to form the obsession with. When that Mortal lies with the one you named, the Bond of Avvah shall form."

"Alright," I panted, kissing his beautiful face, enjoying his muscular chest crushing my breasts, my nipples.

"Tonight, you will find a mortal to test it out with," Ramiel continued. "You will know him when you lay eyes on him and with whom to make his obsession. When you are sure you've preformed the Prayer correctly, your true target is Samantha."

"Antsy?" I gasped in realization. "She claims to the sister of Mark Glassner."

"Indeed, her brother is Mark Glassner, one of the Warlock," Ramiel answered. "To arm himself against you, he will need to sleep with his sister. Thus, we shall turn the Warlocks plan against him."

"Yes, yes, yes, I can do that!" I panted, grinding my hips into Ramiel, desperate to reach another orgasm. Ramiel began plowing me hard, his cock felt like fire as it plunged in and out, stirring me up over and over. His thrust became more frantic, my pussy was beginning to ache pleasantly from the urgency of his fucking. His cum was liquid fire inside me, igniting every nerve in my body and...

...I woke up cumming and groaning, wrapped up in the sheets of my hotel bed. I was drenched in sweat, my silk negligee clinging wetly to my body. The air conditioner blew cold upon my body and I shivered.

"Have a good one?" Antsy asked sleepily, lying on her side. "You've been moaning for the last ten minutes."

"What?" I asked trying to think through the fog of ecstasy.

"Did you have a nice wet dream?" Antsy grinned, sitting up in her bed. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt that left her slim legs bared.

"Yeah," I answered, smiling. "A really nice one."

Agent Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

I sat on the far end of the table hoping SAC Kemp wouldn't speak to me. The short, bald man with piercing eyes was the Special-Agent-in-Charge of the Tacoma branch of the FBI. The ASAC, Michael Donovan, sat nearby, leaning back in his chair as he read our report.

The door to the conference room opened and Sheriff Erkhart strode in, dressed in the beige uniform of a Pierce County Sheriff. He was a tall man, streaks of gray at his temple.

"Thanks for coming in, Pete," the SAC said, motioning to a chair. "The situation in Puyallup is growing dire."

Sheriff Erkhart nodded. "It's one of the topics at the LESA meeting this afternoon. I just can't believe Chief Hayworth and his department have been compromised."

"We have wiretap evidence of at least his 911 operators and police dispatchers are under Mark's power," my partner, Special Agent Peterson, assured the Sheriff. "Your SWAT commander can tell you the level of cooperation we received from the Puyallup Police yesterday."

None.

"It's definitely a problem. This damned gas." The Sheriff drummed his fingers. "So what do you need from me?"

"Your SWAT team on standby, ready to go at a moment's notice," Kemp said. "They have chemical warfare gear. I'm sure you have veterans in the unit that have used MOP in combat."

The Sheriff nodded.

"Loan them to us. We'll station them in Puyallup. We've already located a storage facility near the Mall that works perfectly to house their gear. We have the Puyallup Police Department's communication facility bugged. The moment we get a 911 call, we can pounce and send in the big guns."

"I don't have a problem with that." The Sheriff leaned forward. "This man is dangerous. I hope you're not thinking of using nonlethals on him?"

I swallowed, a chill descending on the room.

"If you're men think he's a threat to their...independent thought, I don't think anyone will criticize too loudly if they responded with lethal force."

A technician burst in. "We're getting 911 calls from South Hill about Mark," he reported.

"Damn it," Peterson groaned. "We're not ready."

"We will be soon," I told him. "Mark thinks he's invincible. We'll get other shots at him."

Many lies were slandered by the media, and none were more vile than the musings of Jessica St. Pierre. Like all who slandered our Living Gods, she had a weakness--vain pride. Her pride had consumed her, and led her to her awakening when she witnessed the God in all his glory.

--First book of Vivian 15 1-1

Jessica St. Pierre -- South Hill, WA

I was too excited to be tired as Freddy, my overweight cameraman, pulled up the news van on the shoulder of Shaw Road. I had good reason to believe I'd catch Mark Glassner jogging naked down the road. Last night, after I left the South Hill Mall, I had interviewed Matilda Cranston. She had claimed to see Mark jogging naked both Monday and Tuesday morning accompanied by other women.

I was right outside Mountain View Terrace. If I saw him, then I would have confirmation that Mark Glassner was staying in the house at the end of Mountain View Terrace. Monday evening, while reporting at an officer involved shooting, I thought I had glimpsed Mark.

It also made me realize that Mark Glassner had the entire Puyallup Police Department under his thumb. I was ready to break this story and win an Emmy. This would be the story of the decade. Already every news channel across the country were running my reports on Mark Glassner, the country fascinated by the terrorist that could control people with a strange gas.

"We ready to record the phone call?" I asked Freddy as we sat up, the sun just rising to the east over Mount Rainier.

"Yes, we are," Freddy grinned. We had worked together for months, and for months he had been an apathetic guy barely doing enough work to keep from being fired. But this story had him invested.

I was eager to call 911 the moment we had Mark on film. I would record the dispatchers not caring at all about the call and splice it together with my footage. Today was the day I made my big splash.

I pulled out my compact and checked my makeup.

I was perfect.

Mark Glassner

The sunlight streaking through the bedroom window woke me up.

My fiancee, Mary, slept peacefully next to me. A streak of auburn hair lay across her pale, freckled cheek. She was so beautiful, I reached out and gently brushed the strand of hair out of her face. She smiled in her sleep and murmured slowly. I kissed her cheek and carefully crawled out of bed to take a piss.

When I finished, I slipped out of the master bedroom and headed downstairs for my morning jog. None of the sluts were awake and the house was strangely quiet. On the porch the two members of the Naked Jogging Club waited nude--Anastasia and Madeleine. Anastasia was a blonde, Russian beauty that strangely dyed her hair a dark black while Madeleine was a MILF brunette. A Southern belle with a wickedly hot accent.

I hated jogging, but I did it to get in better shape for Mary. Of course, watching two fine, naked asses bobbing before me was a hell of a motivator.

My thoughts drifted as I jogged, my eyes fixed on the shaking, perfect asses before me. My cock was hard and throbbing, eager for the post-jog fuck. The talk with Karen last night only made it more important that I seduced my mother.

According to Lilith, the Zimmah ritual would create a bond between me and my Thralls. A nun, like Sister Theodora Mariam would be unable to dominated my Thralls the way Karen had on Monday. Every time the Thralls were away from me or Mary, they were vulnerable. To cast the Zimmah ritual, I had to fuck my mom. And, again according to Lilith, my mind control powers would not affect my mother. The only person immune to a Warlock's powers were their mother, for a man, and their father, for a woman.

So how could I make love to my mother?

I shuddered, thinking about the alternative ways to fuck her. I couldn't Ra*e my mother. She was...well...my mother. Maybe if she had been an asshole like my father, but she was always the sweetest woman in the world. Even when she was angry with me I weirdly felt like she still cared about me. Not like my dad; the asshole would just get drunk and hit me. Fuck, the fact that she's put up with my dad for thirty years must make her a saint or something.

I barely noticed that we had jogged down to Rogers College and were already heading back home. Scenario after scenario flooded my mind as I considered how I could seduce my mother. None seemed realistic.

She was an uptight Christian. I'm pretty sure she's only ever been with Dad. She'd never willingly sleep with her son.

I shook my head in frustration and noticed two women waiting at the street light at Shaw Road ahead. Two new members to the Naked Jogging Club would distract me from the problem with my mom. I grinned, my cock throbbing harder.

Jessica St. Pierre

I giggled in delight as Freddy edited the 911 call into the footage we captured of Mark and the two women jogging out of Mountain View Terrace, turning left onto Shaw Road and jogging down towards the light at 39th Avenue.

"This is it, Freddy. This is going to make me famous."

Freddy nodded his head. "We should think about getting out of here."

I shook my head. "I want to film him coming back. Maybe, if we're quick, we can hop in and drive down the street. If we witness Mark going into the house, we'll have him." I let out another squeal of excitement. I was getting my Emmy.

"I don't know..." Freddy said. "We're pressing our luck. He'll definitely see us."

"So? Did you see anything on him? He was completely naked. How could he gas us?" I gave Freddy a look. "Besides, I think you can take him. He's a little pudgy."

"I guess," Freddy muttered. "But..."

"We're doing it. It'll be the final touches the story needs." I glanced up the road to the light. "Shit, that's him."

Freddy piled out of the van after me, pointing his camera down the street. I grabbed the mic and began narrating. "Mark Glassner returns from his jog. He has been gone twenty minuets. So far, no Puyallup Police Officers have responded. Further proof that the Puyallup cops are under the control of his insidious gas."

Insidious. I loved that word. It would frighten people.

"Hey, Jessica," Freddy said as Mark grew closer.

A younger woman, maybe eighteen with honey-brown hair, pointed at us. I blinked. There were four women with Mark instead of two. "And it looks like Mark Glassner has picked up two more women to join him jogging naked..."

My voice trailed off as Mark crossed the road, his naked women jogging on. He was coming towards us. Panic gripped me. He had added two more women. However Mark controlled people, it wasn't with some gas he had to lug around with him.

"We need to go, Jessica!" Freddy said.

"Yeah!" I gasped, turning to race back to the news van.

"Stop!" a powerful, commanding voice boomed. My legs obeyed. "Why are you running?"

"I don't want to be controlled by you," I spat out trying to force my legs to move.

"But you're a reporter. You want to interview me."

My eyes widened. This was the scoop of a lifetime. "Yes, I do, Mark Glassner." I beamed, turning to face him.

Mark Glassner
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