Chapter 43: The Hidden Place

Edited by Master Ken

Xiu and I were lying in Their rumpled bed, Divine Mark's passion cooling inside me and Divine Mary's passion covering Xiu's face, when He proclaimed the First Commandment of the Theocracy: "You shall not make Pacts with Demons." I wrote furiously on a notepad, then She gave the Second Commandment: "You shall place no Gods before us, for they are false."
–The Gospel of April 41:51-52

Friday, November 8th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

The door to the Matmown clanged shut.

It was cold in the room, the metal walls and floor icy to the touch. A table – cheap, the kind that could fold up and you'd see in a hotel's convention hall – sat in the center. I sat at the head, and Mary sat across from me. All the sluts: Alison, Desiree, Violet, April, Jessica, Lillian, Xiu, and Korina, along with Willow, Sam, and Candy, took their seats. The people I most trusted. My wife, our sluts, our doctor, and our Vizier and her assistant.

My family. We were a strange group, but I loved them all, though I loved one far more than the others.

There was no electricity inside the Matmown, there could be no holes in the walls to run a wire. It would break the containment. The only opening was the door, designed to seal shut and be impregnable from the outside. Sam thought of everything: floor lamps, enchanted to glow without power, stood in the room's corners; space heaters struggled to lessen the chill; and the chairs had built in seat warmers.

I don't understand how she does it, her explanations always went over my head.

"Okay Mary, what have you been holding back?" I asked my wife, eager to finally find out her big secret. The last six weeks had been almost unbearable at times.

Mary took a deep breath. "Mark, we have started something terrible."

Terrible? I knew Mary had some guilt over the way we treated people in the beginning. But terrible was a little much. "What do you mean?"

"Lucifer and the other demons are trapped in the Abyss, but their prison is weakening. Because of us." I could see guilt in her emerald eyes. "As more and more people worship us as gods, the prison grows weaker. Maryam told me that you would kill Lilith, and that would be the final straw. Lucifer would be free." She looked at me, her eyes pleading. "Free to wreak havoc on this world. Because of us. And it won't just be the Devil. All the demons will be unleashed.

I could see looks of stunned disbelief on the sluts' faces. They didn't want to believe their masters would cause such a problem. Hell, I didn't believe we could cause such a problem. "Are you saying that I'm causing the end of the world?"

"We are," Mary corrected. "I'm just as culpable, Mark. You may have led, but I've willingly followed you."

"Then why are we making people worship us?" I asked her. "And trying to rule the world, Mare? Shouldn't we be telling people to stop worshiping us?" Could I really give that up though. That wonderful high as a thousand people cry out your name in worship?

"Maryam told me that the prison was weak enough. Getting more people to worship us isn't going to change that? But if we unite the world, we might have the power to challenge the demons if they get out." She swallowed. "And a confrontation with Lilith is inevitable."

"It is interesting that killing Lilith is the trigger," Sam said.

"What?" I asked her.

"Well, she was the first woman created, made of the dust of the earth just like Adam," Sam explained. "She was the first Warlock. The first human soul condemned to the Abyss. She grew powerful after all those millennia imprisoned. Her death, her blood, would be very powerful. She is a mix of both worlds now."

"So we don't kill Lilith," Violet said. "If she lives, Lucifer cannot be summoned."

"That's great!" Xiu exclaimed, her heavy tits jiggling. "We just have to capture her."

It couldn't be that simple, right?

"Capture Lilith?" Lillian snorted with derision. "Yeah, that'll be easy."

Violet blushed and looked down. Mary glared at Lillian. "You don't need to talk to your fellow slut that way," my wife snapped. "Tonight, you will report to me for your spanking."

"Yes, Mistress," Lillian answered, looking contrite, but a small smile played on her lips. Xiu wasn't the only slut that enjoyed Mary's spankings. "I'm sorry, Violet. Do you still love me?"

Violet rolled her eyes as Lillian fluttered her eyelashes at her. "I do."

"So, how do we capture her?" Willow asked.

"Isn't that what the Legion is for?" Jessica asked. "We know she's in Seattle. Let's send in the troops. They're supposed to be gifted with certain advantages in fighting monsters because of the Ragily bond."

"But what if something goes wrong," Mary objected. "What if she accidentally gets killed?"

"Do we have an alternative, mi Reina?"

"No," Mary stated. "But the Mother Superior hinted that there was a way to trap Lucifer when he first crosses over. She said the answer lies in Qumran."

"What's Kumrum?" April asked. "It sounds like a drink."

"A dirty drink," Lillian giggled. "Cum-rum. Mmh, sounds delicious!" Lillian threw her arm around April's shoulder. "Me, you, and your cute girlfriend should find a hunky guy and give it try."

April flushed, glancing at Violet, who shifted nervously. April has a girlfriend? Who was she? "We're pregnant, Lillian," April pointed out.

"Right," Lillian sheepishly grinned. "So I'll enjoy the rum and you can enjoy the cum!"

"Sure," April sighed.

"We'll have so much fun!" Lillian declared.

"Khirbet Qumran," Sam interrupted testily, "is a series of caves in the West Bank where the dead sea scrolls were found. Many of the texts predate the New Testament and not all have been released to the public. The traditional view is that they were penned and stored by the Essenes, who..."

"Yeah, that's what the Mother Superior said," Mary interrupted before Sam could get into one of her long lectures. "The Creator safeguarded the knowledge at Qumran."

Candy sighed and looked at Sam. "I guess we have more traveling to do. Hopefully, no monster will try and eat us this time!" There was a bitter, almost accusatory tone to her voice; Sam shot her a warning look.

"We'll send you some protection," I reassured her. We should have given them a few of the bodyguards on their first mission, but Mary thought keeping it low-key would let them fly under the radar. "It'll take a few days to arrange things with the Israelis. Right, that's where Qumran is?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, the West Bank. Though the scrolls are housed at the Museum of Jerusalem in a specially created..."

"So we need to capture Lilith, and quickly," I said, heading off her long-winded explanation. "Hell, if we can capture her and lock her up somewhere, we can avoid the entire problem."

"It's bold, I like it," Alison smiled. "She killed Karen, I say we lock the bitch up in a tiny cell for the rest of her life!"

"You could pierce her nipples, attach a leash to the piercings, and walk her like a dog," Xiu sighed, tugging at her own nipple piercings. I had a feeling that's something Xiu would like.

"That's how you broke Karen, Master," Korina nodded. "Shove that dog-tailed butt plug up her ass, and treat her like the bitch she is!"

"That would be very satisfying to see, mi Rey!"

"I would love to watch Mistress spank her bottom," Jessica added. "I love watching you paddle a naughty slut's ass and make it glow red."

"Make that ass black and blue," Lillian laughed. "Don't go easy on her! And we should piss on her! Make her sleep in the puddle like the piece of filth she is!"

"No! We should tie her up and let the entire Legion fuck her cunt!" Violet declared with more force than I've ever heard the shy girl use. "She hates men; I say, let every man in the world fuck her! For Karen!"

Tears glistened on Violet's face and everyone fell silent, remembering our short time with Karen. April reached over and grabbed Violet's hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. Once Karen had submitted to us, she had been a perfect, loving slut. And it was my fault she was dead. I didn't hesitate to give her to Lilith.

I learned the hard way to never trust a demon. My hand hurt, and I unclenched my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm. One day, I would make Lilith pay for Karen.

"It's risky, Mark," Mary said, breaking the silence.

"Well, it needs to be done. She's already sent the Dimme to kill me and the Alukah to kill Sam. She needs to be dealt with." Fear gripped me; what if she sends her next monster after you, Mary? I couldn't risk that. Lilith had to be neutralized.

"Seattle is her base of support," Willow said. "What if we took that away from her?"

"I bet that Lamia woman we've seen with the Mayor of Seattle is her," Jessica interjected. "Think about it; he's gay and then this absolutely gorgeous woman appears, and he falls for her. I feel like this is Lilith."

"We definitely need the Legion," Korina said. "Master, you are powerful, but you'll need soldiers to occupy the city."

"Aren't we moving too quickly?" Mary objected. "We haven't learned how to deal with Lucifer if something goes wrong."

"That could take a while," Sam responded. "I mean, there is a lot of material found at Qumran. Some of it hasn't even been made public. It could take me months to sift through it."

"Then we should wait months," Mary concluded.

I frowned at my wife. "But Lilith is already causing problems. We need to go into Seattle, and at least find where she's keeping those monstrous daughters of hers."

"How, Master?" Jessica asked. "We summoned Karen, and she couldn't help us. Lilith has her location warded somehow."

Xiu snapped her fingers; realization had a smile playing on her lips. "I bet the answers are in city hall. She needs to control the mayor for some reason. I bet there are city records that could point to where they're hiding. They probably need a big building."

"Of course. The City owns hundreds of buildings." Jessica's caramel face shown with excitement.

"Right!" April exclaimed. "And the government keeps records on everything!"

"Let's send the Legion in and flush the bitch out!" Alison exclaimed. "She tried to kill Master."

Next to Alison, Desiree pounded her fist on the table. "Let's exterminate her entire verminous brood."

"Sounds great, I say we do that." I looked at my wife. "We'll capture Lilith, and put down her foul children."

"It's too risky," Mary objected, heat in her voice. "You're being brash, Mark. The stakes are too high to afford a mistake."

"We'll be careful," I told her, taken aback by her objections. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, it's just..." she trailed-off, a helpless look on her face.

"You just don't think I can do this?" A bitter feeling spread through my stomach.

"It just too important to take chances. Please Mark, reconsider."

"She tried to kill me," I pointed out, my anger bubbling back up. Why couldn't she see how simple this was? "She killed Karen, and you just want to let her live. Don't you care?"

She slammed her hand down on the table and glared at me. "Of course I care! I loved Karen just as much as you did! She was ours, and that bitch took her away! But the World, Mark. All those lives. What if something goes wrong?"

"That's why we'll be careful. But we have to do this. She's growing too powerful. It may be too hard to dislodge her in a few months."

"I say we wait," Mary stubbornly said. "It's stupid to rush this."

"So I'm being stupid?" I demanded, frustrated with my wife. Why was she being so blind? Lilith needed to be neutralized as soon as possible.

"I didn't say that, Mark," she spat. "But you're being a pigheaded fool!"

I grit my teeth. "Now what?"

"Let's vote," she declared. "Everyone give your honest opinion. Who says we wait?"

Jessica quickly shot her hand up, and gave me a guilty glance. Sam and Willow's hands joined her. Sam looked at Candy and gaped that her toy had a different opinion. "That Alukah almost killed us both," Candy answered. "I'm with Alison and Desiree! Let's capture the bitch and piss on her and stuff her in a cage!" Violet chewed on her lip, glancing back and forth between Mary and me, then raised her hand, not looking at me.

Counting Mary, five wanted to wait. The remaining eight of us wanted to attack. "I guess I'm not the only pigheaded fool here, Mary," I retorted. I knew it was going too far as soon as I said it; Mary flinched in hurt anger.

"Fine," she said flatly, tossed her auburn hair and stalked away. "It's only the World!"

"Wait, Mistress," Jessica said, and followed Mary out the door.

Everyone else sat with stunned silence. I knew I should go after her. I really should. Frustration and exhaustion seethed within me though. "Close the door," I barked. Xiu scurried to close the door and sat down.

"We ... um ... should get General Brooks in here," Xiu suggested uncomfortably. General Brooks commanded the Legion, the 10,000 soldiers bound to me by the Ragily prayer.

I nodded my head. "This afternoon. Is there anything else?"

Sam shifted in her seat. "Well, um, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?"

"No," I said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.

Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent the plumb bob spinning at the end of the string, the metal point hovering just above the map as it swung in a circle.

"Candy is concentrating on Warlocks," Sam explained. "The bob is enchanted with a divining spell." Suddenly Candy let go of the bob and it stuck into the map of the US right on the city of Paris, Texas. "See, she's detected the Ghost of Paris," Sam explained. Candy took up the plumb bob and sent it spinning again. "This is an old dowsing technique to find water and wells. I modified it to detect the resonance of a Warlock's soul. As you know, souls have different resonances, which you and Mary perceive as colors. Silver for a normal person, Gold for a Nun, Black for a Thrall, Red for a Warlock, etc."

The plumb bob came down in Philadelphia. Then St. Paul, San Francisco, Tulsa, Sioux Falls, Charleston, Tallahassee, El Paso, Memphis. Dozens more cities. And not just in the US. Sometimes the bob fell in Canada or Mexico. Once it fell on Cuba.

"We need to do something about this," I said in stunned horror. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America.

"Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master," Alison volunteered. "Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion and we'll start hunting them down. Most can't be that dangerous. We'll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell."

"Please, mi Rey?" There was anger and pain in Desiree's brown eyes. "We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need to be put down."

Alison nodded vigorously. "We'll make them all pay, Master!"

I chewed my lip. Mary should be present for the decision. I almost said yes anyways, but my anger had faded enough. "I'll discuss it with Mary."

"Thank you, mi Rey," Desiree said, hatred shining in her eyes. Ever since Brandon had raped her, she's had a fierce hatred of Warlocks, and Alison seemed to burn with an even more intense fury than her wife.

"Let's call it a wrap," I yawned. "I think we all could use some sleep."

Upstairs, the bodyguards wouldn't let me into my suite. "Mistress said not to," she apologized.

"Out of the way," I ordered and they froze. Conflicting orders would do that. I sighed and rescinded my command.

Mary Glassner

I was furious at Mark.

It was bad enough that he wouldn't listen to sense, but to taunt me at the end? I wanted to scream in frustration. Couldn't he see how dangerous this was? The World was at stake! We had to go slow! We had to be careful! I stalked to the elevator, and jabbed the up button.

"Come on!" I snarled at the elevator, mashing the button in the vain hope that it would make the damned thing move faster.

"Mistress," Jessica said as she stepped up next to me.

"What?" I wearily asked. On top of my anger, I was tired. I only had a few hours of sleep, and spending all day healing was exhausting.

"You look tense, Mistress. I could give you a massage."

I glanced at Jessica, a caring smile on her caramel face. I reached out and stroked her honey-brown hair. She was so beautiful, exotic. Her mix of racial heritage gave her such unusual features. "I think I'd like that."

We rode up the elevator in silence and I gazed at her. She was naked. Well, almost naked. She wore a gold choker with her name written with sapphires. Her breasts were small, full, with brown nipples. My eyes followed the line of her side down to her shapely hips, smooth thighs, and gorgeous calves.

The elevator dinged; we had reached the top floor where our suite was. Two bodyguards saluted me. "Do not let Mark in," I ordered them. "He's in the doghouse."

"I ... um ... yes, ma'am," the Black bodyguard stammered.

They opened the door to the suite. I led Jessica through the main room, to our bedroom. Once inside, I stretched, walked to my dresser, and opened my jewelry box. I took off my silver locket, diamond stud earrings, and a ruby bracelet, leaving only my bronze amulet and wedding ring on. Jessica unzipped my dress and I let it fall to the floor. I looked down at my belly, and stroked my baby bump; my mood improved a bit thinking about my unborn child.

"Shall I start, Mistress?" Jessica asked, returning from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil in her hand.

"Hmm?" I asked, frowning at her. "Oh, right, the massage."

Yawning, I walked to the bed and laid down on my belly. The mattress dipped as Jessica crawled onto it. She straddled my legs, right below my butt. I jumped and shrieked as the cold baby oil dripped onto my back.

"Sorry, Mistress."

"It's okay," I muttered.

Her fingers kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders, driving the tension away with her gentle, yet firm, pressure. I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying her touch. Her thumbs pressed into the my flesh, moving in slow circles, driving all the anger at Mark away, and I let myself drift into contentment.

She worked lower and lower, hands flanking my spine. Her body shifted down my legs as she worked closer to my buttocks. Her hair tickled as it brushed my plump butt as her fingers rubbed the strain out of my lower back—the pregnancy was starting to give me backaches. Her lips were cool as she placed a kiss on my right butt-cheek before her oily hands slid down and gave each globe a good squeeze. Her fingers dipped into my crack, brushing my asshole and teasing me under the guise of her massage.

With firm pressure, she rubbed down my right leg, working my thigh and calf. Lifting my foot up, her tongue teased my toes and shivers of pleasure ran up my leg to moisten my pussy. My breath quickened, and soft sighs escaped my lips as her tongue explored my toes and her fingers massaged my foot.

After repeating her wonderful service on my left leg, she told me to roll over. I could see the desire in her deep, brown eyes. "So beautiful," she whispered, running her hand across my pregnant stomach, between my breasts, and up to my neck. Her hair brushed my cheek as she knelt above me, her breasts hanging down, her nipples inches from brushing my flesh.

Her kiss was gentle at first, lightly nibbling on my lower lip. I turned my head, sliding my tongue out to brush her lips, to taste her sweetness. As my tongue invaded her mouth, our lust grew, and Jessica settled her weight upon me. Our nipples kissed, two hard nubs striking against each other like flint on steel, and sparks of pleasure ignited the passion inside me. I wasn't so pregnant that I had to worry about someone being on top of me. My hands stroked her back, down to her firm ass, pulling her between my spread legs, until our pussies touched and electricity sparked between us.

Her ass flexed beneath my hands, pushing her clit up through my slit and nudging my pearl. Again and again her ass flexed; every kiss of her clit on mine brought a burst of passion inside me. Her fingers stroked my cheeks as she kissed me harder, fiercer. Our hips found a rhythm, fucking each other slowly, savoring the pleasure.

I had to be on top. I held her tightly, and rolled us over. Her thighs parted and I settled my cunt against hers. Sitting up on my elbows, our nipples just brushing, I writhed my hips, driving my clit through her pussy. A moan, low and throaty, escaped her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my back and sides, trailing fire wherever she touched.

"Yes," she purred. "Pleasure me, Mistress! Your beautiful pussy feels like wet silk!"

My hips moved faster. Memories of the afternoon when I had a cock flooded my mind. This would feel so much better if I had dick; a hard shaft plunging in and out of her velvet-wet cunt. That glorious ache, that need to spill my seed, building in my loins. I loved being a woman, I loved the powerful, encompassing orgasms that filled my entire groin. But that urgent need of a man, the way all the pleasure built up at one point—the head of your cock. Building and building until it erupted out of you had been a wonderful feeling. I understood just how desperate a guy could get to fuck a woman.

"Fuck me!" Jessica panted. "Yes, yes! I love it! Make me cum, Mistress!"

I could do it. I just had to bring us both to orgasm while tribbing her. I just had to utter Shophkah as we both shudder in ecstasy. I would gain my very own cock I could summon or dismiss at will.

What about Mark?

I rubbed faster against Jessica. I burned to have a cock. I didn't care if he would find it disgusting, find me disgusting. I needed to have it. I really ground into her, ignoring the objecting voice in my mind. After Mark's petty comment, it would serve him right. The anger fueled my hips; I growled like an animal, slamming my cunt into hers, not caring if I was bruising her, bruising me. I had to cum, I had to have my cock.

Mare, I'm sorry, Mark's thought suddenly filled my mind.

I ignored him, and kept tribbing Jessica. I was almost there, almost to the pinnacle of my passion. "Cum with me," I growled like a hungry tiger at Jessica. "Cum my little slut! I want to feel your cunt flooding me with your passion."

It was stupid of me to taunt you. I was just frustrated. It seemed so clear what we should do and I was surprised you didn't see it! C'mon, talk to me.

I was about to cum, about to have my cock. Jessica convulsed beneath me, her orgasm writhing through her. I drew my clit back, rubbed it up her slit, up to her little button. I nudged our pearls together, and the passion exploded throughout my body.

I opened my mouth to say that one word that would change everything.

I love you, Mare. I could feel the depth of his love, the depth of his guilt, in his thought.