Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

There were moments in history where the Tyrants could have undone themselves. Falling into the nun's trap laid upon Samantha Glassner was one of those moments. With the failure of this plan, Sister Theodora Mariam would lead her fellow nuns on a road that ended in blood.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 -- Lilith -- The Abyss

I watched Mark and Mary rut from the shadows on his widowed mother's marital bed. The lovers had overcome the Prayer of Avvah. Their souls were now so entwined no force on Earth, in Heaven, or in the depths of the Abyss could ever part them. Magic, wishes, and love bound Mark and Mary together. They were drenched in it. It pooled off of them as they fucked.

I was not surprised that Mary succeeded in freeing the worm. My attempts at tempting Mary away from her foul lover with a cock of her own had equally failed this day, but the seeds were planted in her mind. She had experienced her dark desire, learned the joy of cumming with a cock, and she would crave it again.

And in the Magicks of the Book of Endor, the spellbook I had informed Mary to seek out, was that very spell. Mary could give herself a cock that she could sprout at will. Would she succumb to temptation? And if she did, how would Mark react to learning his wife was more endowed then he was?

I hoped it happened before I killed the pair.

My rise to power was nearly at hand. My vessel swiftly grew in the belly of the former nun, Karen. I had impregnated her when Mark so casually traded me his slave's body in exchange for the knowledge of magic he was too lazy to find on his own.

I just needed to figure out how to pry Karen away from Mark before the birth. I drifted through the shadows away from Mark and Mary as I pondered the problem. I would need an opportunity, a time when Mark was in great distress and would be desperate to make a bargain.

What would the nuns' next gambit? How would Heaven react to Mary breaking the Prayer of Avvah and freeing Mark and his sister Antsy from their overwhelming, all-consuming desire for each other? The nun's plan would be spectacular. Something that hadn't been used since ancient times.

And it would be deadly.

Gabriel, the archangel that advised the nuns, would have a bold plan. The dried up Mother Superior would object to such actions; Maryām had always been too compassionate, and her weakness had left a stamp on the order over the millennia. But Gabriel would override her. He would seek Mark's death.

That would make Mark desperate. He loved Mary, and she had foolishly tied her life to Mark's, wishing to live as long as he did when she made her Pact with Lucifer. Mark could not afford to die.

I just had to wait for the opportunity to gain leverage on Mark.

Excitement sent a rush of pleasure through me. My pussy ached and my clit throbbed. I reached the area of the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, that corresponded with a motel room in the city of Seattle. My two priestesses and only servants, Chantelle and Lana, lounged in bed, their bodies naked, Lana casually stroking Chantelle's thick cock. We had made a Pact. Chantelle received a thick cock to fuck her wife with and Lana received eternal youth for her and her wife.

I manifested.

"My goddess," groaned Chantelle, her dick erupting cum on Lana's face as my aura of sexual desire consumed her. I was once worshiped as the goddess of lust, the first sex goddess. Chantelle's white jizz splattered Lana's round face. The blonde moaned, opening her mouth wide to drink in her wife's cum.

"We are honored, my Goddess," shuddered Lana, her body orgasming while cum dripped off her face.

"Yes, you are," I grinned as my clit hardened into a thrusting dick. "How goes the search?"

"We've yet to find another coven that is all women, Goddess," Chantelle answered, her body shuddering, the tip of her dick twitching while her pussy spasmed open and close. I had to feel that pussy around my dick. "But we keep looking."

"Babylon's coven is eager to meet you on the Summer Solstice," Lana moaned. It was only days away. "They will all worship your majesty."

"Of course they will," I purred, crawling on the bed towards Lana. My heavy breasts swung naked beneath me, swaying in rhythm to my cock. My silver hair framed my perfect face. I was the epitome of sexual beauty, lush, generous, and sensual. My every movement and look inspired passion in a human.

My merest touch made them cum.

I brushed Chantelle's thigh, pushing it open. Juices squirted from her pussy as she orgasmed again while her dick spewed more white cum to splatter up her slim body and small breasts. Chantelle had a dancer's build, toned and slim, with black hair and beguiling, dark eyes. She was the opposite of her busty, blonde wife in every way.

Lana leaned over, licking up her wife's cum from Chantelle's small breasts. She followed the jizz up to Chantelle's hard, pink nipple. Chantelle moaned as Lana clamped her mouth around the nipple, sucking hard.

I slammed my dick into Chantelle's spasming pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Chantelle screeched as she writhed beneath me. Every stroke of my cock sent another orgasm rippling through her body and more cum splashing on her tits and Lana's face. "So good. Oh, yes. Yes."

Lana's mouth latched onto her wife's cock, drinking down every drop of cum. Jizz leaked out around her lips. Lana couldn't swallow fast enough. Chantelle's cock never ceased to erupt as I fucked her cumming pussy.

It was ecstasy to feel her pussy spasm and clench about my cock. She massaged me as I drank in the delight of her orgasms. I fucked her hard and fast, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. Lana gasped and squirmed, gripping the sheets as she was lost to the ecstasy of my touch.

"That's it, slut," I moaned. "Feed me."

I thrust harder, faster, my pussy clenching as the ache built at the tip of my cock. I fucked my pregnant priestess harder. Even now, my monstrous daughter grew in her belly. In only a few weeks, my daughter would be born, the start of my conquering army.

"Keep cumming on my cock," I groaned. "Worship me with your slutty snatch."

"Yes, yes, yes! I worship you. You're my goddess."

I leaned over her, Lana's blonde hair brushing my stomach. My breasts bounced and jiggled. I shuddered as the pleasure built in my core, eager to explode out into Chantelle's cumming pussy. The air filled with the musk of hot pussy and salty girl-cum.

I breathed it in.

"We're going to destroy Mark and Mary," I gasped.

"Yes! They'll pay!" Chantelle's back arched. Her eyes fluttered. She was on the verge of passing out from her orgasms.

I slammed my dick into her. My cum erupted out of my cock. Lust burst through the hotel. Around me on all floors, men and women suddenly orgasmed, flooding their underwear and panties with their sexual fluid.

I drank in all the pleasure, feeding off of it while Chantelle fell still, passed out from the force of her orgasm. Her pussy still convulsed about my dick, milking all my seed out. I savored the pleasure pumping out of me.

Lana's mouth slipped from her wife's dick. "My goddess," she screamed as her pussy juices squirted down her thighs. "You're so wonderful."

I seized her hair and brought her mouth to mine, kissing her and tasting Chantelle's cum as I spilled blast after blast of my black seed into her pussy. Lana moaned and shuddered as she kept orgasming, feeding me more lust.

My climax finally ended. I ripped my cock free of Chantelle and threw Lana down to the bed to be fucked. I was still horny.

Sister Theodora -- SeaTac, WA

I trembled as I walked out of the airport, still buzzing from the Ecstasy. Gabriel the Archangel had made love to me in the bathroom. A new plan was needed. The Prayer of Avvah had failed. I was scared. I had never faced Warlocks like Mark and Mary.

According to Gabriel, the new plan would be messy.

What did that mean?

The question haunted me as I headed down to the baggage claim. My legs were rubbery. My head swam. The Ecstasy lingered. It always did. An angel's touch was orgasmic. I came over and over as I spasmed on the bathroom floor.

Despite my fears, I had a huge smile on my face as I rode the escalator down to the baggage claim. My eyes scanned the carousels, looking for my flight number. I spotted it two machines down. The baggage was already moving in a circle on the conveyor belt.

I sauntered over. I didn't know what would come next in the fight with Mark and Mary, but I had faith that good would win in the end. The Warlocks would be stopped. I reached the carousel, slipping between a man and a woman as I peered down the track.

"That was a long flight," the man standing next to me noted, "and yet you are glowing. What's your secret?"

I glanced at the man. He was handsome, a bold grin crossing his lips. He wore slacks and a light-blue dress shirt, the top few buttons unslung, no doubt a concession to the long flight from Miami to SeaTac.

"I slipped into the bathroom and had a little fun after we landed," I whispered to him, still buzzing from my orgasm and feeling flirty.

His smile grew as he appraised my body. I looked far younger than I was. Thanks to the Gift, I appeared only eighteen instead of middle-aged. A blonde, perky, gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl with a smile that could dazzle anyone. Though I was a nun, I was on a mission so I had a Papal indulgence.

All my sins were forgiven until I finished my mission. I could have all the kinky sex I wanted before I went back to being a sexless nun.

Sisters of Mary Magdalene were trained to follow Providence, to always accept offers and invitations, to never believe anything was a coincidence. When I received my Ecstasy and was sent on a mission, I rarely had any idea who the Warlock was I had to stop.

Providence would guide me.

"Well, I've never tried that trick," the man said. "I'll have to try it out some time."

"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself," I told him. "But remember, men who jerk off in the bathroom are perverts, but for women, it means we're adventurous."

"I bet you are. I like that quality."

I loved the feel of his hungry eyes on my body.

"Are you in town on business?" I asked. "Or returning home?"

"A convention," he laughed. "I could never live up here. Too blustery in the winter, but the summers are great. You?"

"Oh, I'm just looking to try new things and seek out new opportunities." I reached down and snagged my bag. "I don't even have a place to stay."

"Well, I have a great room at a nearby hotel. There's a whole second bed not being used." He kept up the confidence, but I could see it in his eyes. He wondered if he struck the lottery or if I was only messing with him.

"Why do we need a second bed?" I asked him, slipping my arm around his. He was cute, and if this is how Providence was providing me shelter, then I had no intention of passing it up. "Let's go."

Violet Matheson -- South Hill, WA

I hugged myself as I sat on the couch. I was fully dressed, a rarity in the house, but Master had given us orders before he left with his sister. I bit my lip, afraid that Mistress's plan to save Master would fail. Master wasn't right. He thought his sluts were ugly.

"I'll be fine," Lillian said, sitting down beside me. She wore a black corset that cupped her lovely breasts and a wispy skirt made of black silk that fell about her thighs. Her lips were painted black and she had heavy eyeshadow framing her dark hair. Her hair was dyed blue and streaked with purple highlights. Piercings studded her face.

Lillian was a natural slut, like Alison. She wasn't a woman shaped into being a slut by Master like I was. Most of the sluts were like me. Master had awakened us. He had showed us pleasures and delivered us into his harem were we could love and worship Master, Mistress, and each other.

"What if Mistress fails?" I whispered, snuggling against her, my pigtail spilling about her blouse.

I was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. My innocent face and slim body made me seem so young and naughty. Master used to love my look. I was his elevator slut. Only Master's cock was ever supposed to fuck my pussy.

Of course, Mistress had fucked my pussy this morning with her temporary cock, but she was Mistress and a woman. I had only ever been with one man. My pussy was still unsullied.

"He said we were ugly," I whispered. "What if he doesn't love us anymore?"

"It's a nun that's done this," soothed Lillian. "Master didn't mean it."

"Probably Sister Theodora," Karen nodded, rubbing at her stomach. She yawned and had bags under her eyes. "Mistress will free Master, don't worry."

"She's in love," Alison added. "Nothing will stop our Mistress."

Alison cuddled with her fiancee, the buxom and beautiful Desiree. Alison sat on Desiree's lap, Alison's head pillowed on the Latina's ample bosom. Alison had a naughty smile on her face as she rubbed at Desiree's nipple through her clothing.

None of us could be naked inside the house, not even to shower. I had tried earlier, but Master told us to cover our ugly bodies. New tears burned on my eyes. "I can't go back to my mother. Master has to be fine."

"You'll never go back to her," Lillian said. She pulled me close and I leaned my head on her shoulder. "We just have to wait. I'm sure we'll know soon that Mistress has saved the day. She can't fail."

"That's right," nodded Korina, her arm cradled in a sling. The doll-faced slut fixed her blue eyes on me. "You need to believe, Violet. We're their sluts. Nothing will ever change that."

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. "We're bound to them forever," I reminded myself. "Master chained us to him with the Zimmah bond. We'll never be parted. Thank you. I'm just being silly."

"No, you're not," Xiu nodded, the busty Chinese slut sitting beside Korina. "We all feel it, but we all know Master loves us greatly. It's just a stupid nun's spell. And no nun can defeat Master and Mistress."

"None," Karen agreed. "I was a nun, so I would know."

I beamed at all my fellow sluts and snuggled against Lillian to wait on word of Mistress's success.

Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

I was on my second day of desk duty. The higher ups suspected I was under Master's "mind-control gas." It was true--well, not the mind control gas part--but they weren't supposed to know that I served Master and Mistress. I was supposed to be their spy in the FBI. I was stuck here, doing busy work and stressing over the nun's new attack.

It took all my concentration to keep staring at my keyboard and not to pull out my cell phone and check if there were any more texts from Alison. Texts I shouldn't even be receiving. I never should have given that girl my cell phone number.

If they subpoenaed my phone records, they'd realize that the Alison texting me, talking about Master, was Alison Hertz, a "victim" of the terrorist Mark Glassner. The FBI, though forced to publicly admit Master wasn't a terrorist, still worked hard to take him down.

And I was out of the loop. How could I spy on the FBI for Master if my agency didn't trust me?

My hand brushed the Nextel in my other pocket. I wanted to press the button and find out if Mistress had freed Master. I resisted. I didn't even have it on. I couldn't risk anyone realizing Master had a Nextel network.

"Agent Heinrich," ASAC Donavon, the second-in-command of the Tacoma office stopped before my desk.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, forcing a smile.

"How's the background on the DuPont case?" he asked.

"I finished going through the witness statements and am just finishing up my summary and analysis."

"Good, good," he nodded. He stared at me like he wanted to ask me another question.

They had proof. They knew I belonged to Master. I kept smiling. I couldn't give into my fears. I had to be calm. It was like how my mentor, Wyatt Kirby, taught me during training: "When you're undercover, you have to be the most committed liar. You can never break your character. You can never give them a reason to suspect you. Even if you think you're blown, just look them in the eye without fear."

I never thought I would be undercover in the FBI.

"Okay, good work." He paused to sip at his coffee. "I know you're anxious to get back on the Glassner case."

I nodded my head, but I resisted the urge to ask any prying questions.

"It's a tricky one," he continued. "We still have no clue what he did to your partner. In fact, we're no longer convinced he did anything to your partner. Peterson may have been...bribed."

"How is he?" I lied. My partner, Agent Peterson, deserved everything that happened to him for raiding Master's home last week.

"Still claiming Mark isn't a terrorist and that he never even robbed a bank. The doctors can find nothing wrong with him. No strange chemical in his bloodstream. We also tested the SWAT officers involved in the raid who were also gassed, but still nothing. We're keeping it all under wraps."

"Yeah, it would be pretty bad if people found out," I lied. Soon, Master would prove how great he was and everyone in the FBI would have to apologize to him.

"Well, finish up and head home." He arched his back. "Tomorrow's another day to find something to nail Mark on."

I turned back to my computer. As I finished my report, my thoughts wandered. There were still threats against Master out there beyond the FBI. Someone had hired a dangerous cult to kill him. That same someone had evaded being captured. If the cult hadn't committed suicide when the Fife Police raided them, we would have found the culprit.

I needed to stay in the FBI. Their resources were invaluable.

April Lovel -- Parkland, WA

Mistress's moans echoed through Sandy's house. She and her fiance Mark were making passionate love. It made me wet. I squirmed on the couch. Mark's mom, Sandy, chatted quietly with Joy while Via played around on her phone. Felicity, her cheeks red, listened intently.

I was happy Mistress saved her lover. They were special. I recognized it the first time I met Mark and Mary. He had pulled me out of my college, taken Felicity and me to his home, and there we were deflowered by him and Mary.

My pussy clenched, remembering Mark inside me. I had such a crush on him after he made such wonderful love to me. And now I belonged to his fiancee. I smiled in delight. I would get to witness their greatness up close. I had no idea what made them great or how they made people obey.

But I knew it wasn't with any gas like the news claimed.

I pulled out my phone and opened up a Word document. I began typing in it, recording today's experiences. It had been wild: first we seduced Mistress's father, blindfolding him so he had no idea his daughter fucked him, and then we were bound to Mistress with magic, licking up the incestuous cum leaking out of her pussy.

Real magic. It was amazing. My soul was chained to Mistress. I felt it the moment I took a lick through her incestuous creampie.

"So how did you meet Mary?" Sandy asked Joy.

Joy, a Vietnamese woman in bright pink jeans, smiled, "She came into the salon I worked at. Mark, well, he told me to do anything she wanted." Joy's dusky cheeks grew darker and her eyes glistened. "She made me, well, clean her pussy up. It was full of your son's cum."

Sandy nodded, her cheeks red. "I, um, experienced Mary that way."

"Excuse me, Joy," I said. "What day was this?"

"Umm, nearly two weeks ago. The same day as the Buy Best Incident."

I typed that up. "Fascinating. That's the day Mark appeared to the world. And Mary was already with him."

"Yes, I was waxing her while he was off at the Buy Best," Joy answered. "At least I think so."

"That explains why Mary wasn't on the security footage." I licked my lips as I typed eagerly. "And Sandy, you had no idea your son was special?"

"None," she admitted. "I love him, but..." She flushed. "This is such an unmotherly and unchristian thing to say, but I thought he was wasting his life. I knew he butted heads with his father, but he could have gone to college instead of drifting through life."

"He just had to wait for the right moment to unveil himself," I said. "And did he know Mary before?"

"They met recently. Umm, I first heard about Mary after the news broke about the police claiming he was a terrorist."

"I could tell how much in love she was with Mark," Joy added. "So obvious. She glowed. I am glad she is dressed better."

"Better?"

"She wore one of those Starbuzz uniforms. You know, the coffee shops that seem to be on every street corner. Such unflattering uniforms on a woman."

I added that to my notes, too. "I wonder which one she worked at?"

"Just ask Mary," shrugged Via.

"And how did you meet her?" I asked.

"You ask a lot of questions," Via answered. She was a punkish looking girl, her black hair streaked red, which was at odds with her nurses scrubs. "I met her at this lesbian club last week. She showed me that I'm a pee slut."

"Pee slut?" Sandy asked, her voice trembling. "Dare I ask?"

"I like to drink pee." Via shuddered. "It's wonderful. She awakened me."

Felicity nodded to me. "Mark and Mary did the same to us."

Felicity looked like an innocent schoolgirl, younger than her eighteen years. I looked fairly innocent, too, though more nerdy with bushy-brown hair and glasses. I pushed my glasses up my nose absently as I furiously typed on my phone.

I hated how AutoCorrect kept messing things up.

"What do you think they are?" I asked the group.

Sandy swallowed. "They told me they know magic."

"Explains a lot," Via said. "When I first saw Mary...she took my breath away. I just had to do whatever she wanted. It was like she enchanted me."

Sandy and I nodded together. Sandy blushed. "I'm such a terrible mother. I slept with my son and his fiancee."

"So incest is okay," I said in awe. It must be. I added that to my notes. I was learning so much. "Okay, Joy, take me through everything that happened."

Little is known where Samnag Soun came from. She appeared in company of the Tyrants in the days leading up to the event dubbed 'The Miracle' by the Tyrants' deluded followers. Her impact upon the world is undeniable. She was the Holy Vizier, responsible for many of the spells and artifacts that surrounded the gods. She plunged into realms of magic and understood the foul tools of the Abyss better than any human that had come before her. Without her, the Demon Wars may very well have been lost.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner

I held Mary in my arms again. It was wonderful. My parent's bedroom reeked of our musk. We had made love over and over, enjoying each other, rediscovering each other. I felt like a new man, no longer obsessed with my younger sister, Antsy.

Mary had rescued me. I wanted to lie here forever, but we couldn't. We had our own home to go to. The sluts must be worried. I told them they were all ugly today. That damned nun that fucked with my sister had done a number on me.

"It's time to go home," I told Mary.

"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."

For the last two days, I had been under the nun's spell. The cunt had turned my baby sister into a trap that would spring when I slept with her. There was a spell, the Ritual of Mowdah, that would let me recognize a nun by seeing people's auras. I needed to fuck my sister to perform the spell, and, somehow, the nun must have known that. She had tracked my baby sister down while Antsy had been on vacation in Miami.

I looked at Mary, a faint, red outline shone about her body, her aura. Hers was red like mine, signifying she was a Warlock--someone who made a Pact with the Devil. I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. Since we touched, strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that were in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary's sluts waited.

And a single, gold thread pointed north.

"Mary," I said in alarm. "You have a golden thread touching your aura."

"Do I," Mary frowned. "My sisters both had the same." She groaned. "And today, I saw gold chains binding you and your sister together. That was definitely the nun's power at work. So if gold represents the nuns that must mean I'm connected to one. How?"

I took a deep breath. I hated suggesting this. "Summon Lilith, I think we need to talk to her."

"I can't," Mary said, then took a deep breath. "I used my last boon today. To save you."

"Okay," I nodded, glad the demoness was out of our lives. She hated me. She had even tried to kill me by draining all my sexual energy when I fucked her. If it wasn't for my wish of unlimited, sexual stamina I would have died. "What, specifically, did you get?"

"Well...Lilith gave me...a cock."

I swallowed. I glanced at Mary. She trembled, waiting for my reaction. I pictured a cock thrusting from her body and a queasy shudder ran through me. I didn't have a problem if people wanted to be gay, but the only cock I needed in my life dangled between my legs.

"And you don't have it any longer."

"It was temporary," she said.

"Okay." Then, to prove to myself as much as Mary, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It was temporary. It didn't change anything between us.

"She wanted me to choose the cock instead of saving you," Mary said when I broke the kiss. "I...I was tempted. I fucked all the sluts."

"Right, they were dripping in cum when Antsy and I came downstairs."

"Well, I chose to save you. She gave me the power to control everyone but you. Then she told me about a spell that would break you out of it and bind us together forever." She grinned. "No nun is stealing you away from me now. You're stuck with me."

"I can live with that."

"So I gathered four sluts of my own--Joy, Via, Felicity, and April-- and had them seduce my father and--"

"You fucked your father?" A big grin spread across my lips. "Hot."

"I did. For you. I had promised myself that he was the line I wouldn't cross, but I needed to bind those four with the Zimmah ritual to keep you from taking control over them."

"Thank you." I caressed her cheek.

She smiled. "I loved it. It was so hot. He had no idea he was fucking me. I'm going to do it again." She shuddered. "I'm lost. I don't care any longer about how taboo my desires are. I love it. I want to do all the nasty, filthy acts. I tried to fight against my desires. No longer."

I chuckled, "That's the spirit."

Mary snuggled closer. "What nun am I connected to, Mark? Me and my sisters are touched by one. That can't be a coincidence. It has to be someone close to the family."

"We need more information. Maybe gold doesn't mean a nun exactly. Lilith just said we'd recognize one."

"We really should have had Lilith explain all of this." Then her eyes widened. "She mentions a book. The spells of the witch of Endor or something like that."

"Endor?" I asked, trying not to laugh, a smirk creeping across my face. "Like Star Wars? Do we need some Ewoks to help us?"

"Maybe I heard wrong?" Mary wondered, then glared at me, realizing what I had said.

I wiped the smirk off my face.

"Anyway, she said it would complete our magic education and fulfill our other deal."

Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulders, her breasts were perky and freckled, and her ass was pleasantly plump. She bent down and I caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, my cum leaking out of her shaved lips and down her legs. She stood back up, her phone in hand, and came back to the bed.

"Here it is," Mary said after searching on her phone. "It's called the 'Magicks of the Witch of Endor'. Let's see, Wikipedia says, 'it is thought to be a thirteenth century pseudepigrapha attributed to the Witch of Endor from the First Book of Samuel chapter 28 verses 3 through 25.' That's the Old Testament. Hmm, that's interesting."

"What's a pseudepigrapha?" I asked.

"Umm," she tapped the screen of her phone, "let's see. Wikipedia reads, 'Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is represented by a separate author; or a work, whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.' I guess that makes it a forgery?"

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

"The Witch of Endor, sometimes called the Medium of Endor, was a medium who apparently summoned the prophet Samuel's spirit, at the demand of King Saul of the Kingdom of Israel in the First Book of Samuel, chapter 28:3--25," the Wikipedia page read.

Excitement gripped me as I researched what Lilith had told Mary this afternoon. Doug, my PI, had sent me a transcript of his surveillance, catching all of Mary's conversation with the demon Lilith. If there really was a book with magic spells, it might contain how I could make my own Pact with the Devil.

Then I would have the power to defeat Mark and rescue my wife Desiree from his clutches.

The more I read, the more promising the Magicks of the Witch of Endor sounded. I scanned the Wikipedia article. All the money I was paying Doug to watch Mark had finally returned dividends. I wouldn't have to stay in hiding forever.

"Only three copies of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor are known to exist," the article read. "The Institute for Ancient Studies at New York University has one copy. A second copy is in the private collection of August Alfred Bernard, Altgrave of Salm-Reifferscheid-Dyck, who resides in Cologne, Germany. The final copy lies in the Motherhouse of the Order of Mary Magdalene, in Rennes-le-Château, France."

If the nun's had a copy, then this had to be an important book.

Mary Sullivan -- Parkland, WA

"...Rennes-le-Château, France." I finished reading from the Wikipedia article.

"Well, this is starting to seem more and more likely," Mark grinned. "The Order of Mary Magdalene... That's what Karen said her nun order was called, right?"

I nodded.

"And if they have this book..." Mark's smile only grew.

I had the exact same thought as him--we wouldn't have to consult any unreliable demon like Lilith to learn magic. I was thrilled she was out of our lives. I had used my last boon. I didn't have to worry about Lilith lurking around and trying to tempt me into dominating Mark. She hated my fiance. She hated all men.

"So, which one do you want go to for?" I asked.

"Want to go to New York?"

I answered my fiance with a grin. I had always wanted to travel.

Samnag "Sam" Soun -- Manhattan, NY

I leaned back in my computer chair, pushing up my glasses as they slipped down my small nose. I was the only Cambodian undergraduate at the Institute of Ancient Studies at NYU. My family had been so proud when I was accept to my undergraduate studies. I loved history.

But I also had to pay my bills, so I worked part time in the Institute's library, managing the access of the the schools priceless collection of ancient and classical works. Only the finest scholars could come here and examine our documents. It was why I had wanted to be an undergraduate at NYU.

I turned the page of the thick book I read, a critique on the Nag Hameddi texts. There were very few girls that were interested in a textual critique on Coptic, a language spoken in Egypt at the time of Christ. The Nag Hameddi texts were often called the lost books of the bible, though no real scholar would make such a claim.

But they were a fascinating look on early Christian cults and their melding with Greek materialism and the mystery religions.

The phone on my desk rang. I sighed, fighting a yawn, and picked it up. "NYU, Ancient Studies. How may I help you?"

"Yes, I was hoping to take a look at the Magicks of the Witch of Endor," a man said, his voice breathy with excitement.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Brandon Fitzsimmons."

"What's your field of study, Mr. Fitzsimmons?"

"Uhhh," the man floundered. "Ehh, just an amateur."

I fought my groan. "I'm sorry, sir, only someone in an accredited graduate program or who has a Ph.D. in a related field can see our manuscripts. They are far to valuable and fragile to let just anyone look at them."

"Do you have a transcript available then?"

"Uhh, let me see." On my computer, our catalog program was open. I typed in the title of the book and hit enter, reading the entry that came up. "No, not on that book, yet, I'm afraid. Our grant ran out before we finished transcribing all of our manuscripts. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No," the man sighed and hung up.

"Thanks for wasting my time," I muttered before picking up my book.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

I hung up the phone. I stared at the computer screen. There were two other places I could go. France and Germany. I needed to be careful and think this through. Going to Europe meant flying on an airplane, and that meant possibly being flagged by law enforcement.

Mark controlled a lot of law enforcement. I needed to get away from Washington State to be safe. I opened my laptop and searched for plane tickets. I needed a major airport. Preferably on the west coast. I could drive down I-5 to San Fransisco. It was Tuesday. I could make it by tomorrow evening, then take a flight out on Thursday.

Only question, which book should I go for? The one in the possession of the German noble, or the one in the hands of the nuns? I licked my lips. The nuns would have an investment in getting help to defeat Mark. They were outclassed. Mark was winning. They had launched another attack today, but it looked like Mary would unravel it.

I could be the nun's ally. I had proof that their fellow nun, Sister Louise, was paraded around as Mark's slut. They called her Karen these days, but the nuns would want her freed. They wouldn't know my true motivations were to summon the Devil for myself. I smiled. France first, then to Germany if the nun's proved intractable.

I bet I could convince an old German to at least let me look at his book.

I should leave tonight. Mark would hopefully be distracted by the media storm that would hit tonight. I used a prepaid credit card to reserve my tickets and closed my laptop. I could drive for a few hours and probably get to Portland before I needed to sleep.

I packed up my small safe house. I planned on leaving nothing behind that could be traced to me.

Freed of the nun's foul magic, our God and his divine Bride celebrated with our God's terrestrial family. His mother and sister joined in the passionate celebration, sharing their love for each other and finding such joy in family.

--The Gospel of April 24:1

Mark Glassner -- Parkland, WA

"We should leave for New York after my dad's funeral," I said. "It'll be a nice vacation."

A tightness gripped my chest. My emotions were all mixed up about my dad. I hated him for how abusive he was to me and Mom. But a part me, the little boy inside, missed my dad. I didn't blame my mom for shooting him--hell, I might have done the same thing myself--but it didn't change the fact he was my father.

And he was gone.

"When is the funeral?" Mary asked, wrapping her supportive, gentle arms around me. She was an amazing woman.

"Friday at noon," I answered. "At the Dwyer Funeral Home. They're cremating him."

"So, I guess we'll need plane tickets," Mary muttered. "I'll get on Travelocity and get us some plane tickets."

An idea popped into my head and I laughed, "Why don't we get our own plane?"

"Oh, with a sexy stewardess?" Mary smiled, those cute dimples appearing on her face. She was a woman after my own heart. I just had to kiss her. So I did.

"Mark, I think we need to protect our families," she said after I broke our kiss, her face growing serious. "I can control your mother, you can control my father. I think it's necessary. These nuns are growing worse. They used your sister." Anger burned in her green eyes. "That's despicable."

"Yeah," I nodded, rubbing my chin. "We'll also need more bodyguards."

"I guess we'll have to hold more tryouts," Mary said archly. "C'mon, let's get dressed. Your mom may want her bedroom back."

"For what?" I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes, she always did it when she thought my question was stupid. "For her and Betty."

"Oh, right." Betty was my mom's lover. That had been a shock to learn my straitlaced, Christian mother had been cheating on my father for years. Even more shocking--it had been with a woman.

"I'm going to play matchmaker," Mary said happily. "Your mom and Betty looked so cute together. I want them to be happy."

"Sure," I nodded, then remembered about Antsy. She wasn't one of the women that helped subdue me. "And what did you do with my sister?"

It was weird that an hour ago Antsy seemed like the most important person in the world, and now she was back to being my annoying little sister. Well, not annoying. She was sexy. Last I saw Antsy, she had been off to answer the door. That was when my mom had lured me into the bedroom so Mary and her slaves could overpower me and break the nun's spell.

"Oh, she's up the street with the bodyguards," Mary answered as she pulled her skirt up her waist. "I'll give them a call."

We dressed as Mary gave the call then left the room. We found my mom talking with Mary's new sex slaves. I knew three of the slaves. Joy was a Vietnamese stylist that gave Mary her wax. April and Felicity were high school students that Mary and I deflowered last week. The fourth had black hair streaked with red and was dressed as a nurse though not the sexy kind.

"That's Via, my pee slut," Mary grinned when she noticed my questioning look.

I laughed. I remembered the first time Mary had grown interest in watersports. She had been both disgusted and fascinated by it. Now it really turned her on to piss on a hot woman and make the slut drink pee.

"Sluts," Mary said in a firm, commanding tone. "This is Mark. He's your Master. You'll obey him as happily as you obey me."

All four voiced their agreement, smiling happily.

"Where do you keep finding these women?" my mom asked. "They are absolutely delightful. It's been...quite a life you've lived the last few days. They've been telling stories."

I grinned at my mom, loving the way she blushed and squirmed.

"Would you like one, Sandy?" Mary asked boldly.

My mom flushed. "After I spent the night at your house, with Jessica, being with another submissive woman was all I could think about. I know I shouldn't want that. I have Betty."​