Chapter 49: The Victors' Reward

Edited by Master Ken

Who were the Patriots? Who wrote their Manifesto? After the ravages of the Demon Wars, only speculation was left behind. The only clue that had survived was a paper that had purportedly been found in a safety deposit box in Philadelphia. On this paper were thirty-seven names, the supposed roster of the Patriots, and at the head of the list was the name Noel Heinrich. Noel had been an FBI Agent that had briefly fallen into the Tyrants' powers, one of the many women forced to be their sex-slave. No records survived to indicate what Noel's fate was after parting ways with the Tyrants in June of 2013.
–excerpt from 'The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy', by Tina Allard

Thursday, May 6th, 2014 – Samnag Soun – Qumran

My words trailed off as Alison hung up abruptly. I hoped she would be all right. I liked Alison. Besides being a great fuck, there was an honest enthusiasm about the slut.

"What a bitch," Candy muttered, taking the satphone from me. "She should show you more respect, Sam."

"I think it was a little intense where she was," I shrugged, turning back to the black, iron wall we uncovered beyond the red stone. It was a Matmown. Excitement bubbled in me as the Palestinian laborers excavated it out, searching for the door. Something important must be buried here!

"Holy Vizier," a laborer bowed; he wore a leather choker about his neck.

The worship of Mark and Mary was spreading, and the Muslim world was plunged into as much chaos, or even more, as the Christian world. Every day more and more Muslims abandoned their faith, and violence abounded in the Middle East as the two sides clashed. Every day suicide bombers killed dozens. The laborers were watched carefully by a squad of Rangers bound to Mark. We had vetted the laborers, they all were worshipers of Mark, but the Patriots, one of Lilith's daughters, or a fundamentalist could have infiltrated the laborers to try and harm us.

"Yes?" I asked.

"We found the door," he answered.

Excitement bubbled through me, set my hands trembling, as I followed the man along the side of the half-buried wall to a door that had been dug out. "You are all dismissed for the day," I told the laborer. "Candy will pay you."

"Of course, Holy Vizier," he bowed.

I forced myself to wait until the laborers were all gone, standing before the iron door. Candy slipped into the excavation, a grin plastered on her face, and she enthusiastically hugged and kissed me. I ran my hand through her dyed hair, half-blue and half-pink, as we kissed. I was excited, my cock hard as Candy wiggled against me. But that could wait.

"Let's open it!" I exclaimed.

A pair of Rangers pried the door open with crowbars, the metal hinges protesting. It smelled like rust inside, and I pulled out my flashlight, shining the bright, LED light around it. There was a plinth, and an unrolled scroll resting atop it. It looked like papyrus, and I could see faded, brown writing on it. I walked forward, examining the scroll without touching it. Candy told the Rangers to wait outside, then had them close the door.

"Is it what we need?" Candy asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

"It's written in Aramaic," I answered, starting to translate as I read. "Its style reminds me of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor."

"Mary says our copy is incomplete," Candy pointed out. "And look at the scroll, the right side is torn, but the left side is more even."

She was right. "This is the end of a scroll. They used to write books on long rolls of papyrus or parchment. This looks like the final passages of a book." I bent down and found Lucifer's name written, and I smiled. "This is it!"

Candy squealed in excitement, throwing her arms around my neck, and kissed me exuberantly. Very exuberantly! Her lips hot, and her tongue lithe; she tasted sweet, and my cock ached for her as she ground her crotch against me. Her fingers fumbled at the loose, canvas pants I wore, popping the button off so she could snake her hand in and grasp my hardening cock. Our six month's in Israel, perusing through dried texts, had left little time for fooling around. The dam on my lust broke; we no longer needed to deny ourselves. Drunk on our success, I let the flashlight drop to the floor, its light waving wildly about the dark, metal room as it skittered across the floor.

"Oh, Sam," she husked, nibbling at my neck. "I need you in me! I'm so horny!"

I found the button for her pants, unsnapped it, and struggled to push them off her hips. She wiggled, helping me, and my hands found her naked ass; I gave her soft cheeks a squeeze. I burned to stick my cock in her, and to feel her tight, wet tunnel squeezing on my shaft. Her pants were tangled around her feet, stuck on her hiking boots.

"I need to be in you," I moaned.

"Let me get my boots off," Candy said, pulling away and letting go of my cock.

"No, get on your knees."

"Umm, that sounds fun," she giggled, kneeling on the hard metal floor. I knelt behind her, ignoring the hard metal, and slapped her ass. She squealed, looking back at me, her beautiful face lit on the right side by the flashlight. "Fuck me, Sam. Make me your bitch!"

I drove into her wet cunt, groaning loudly. "You are my bitch!" I groaned. "Mark gave you to me!"

"Yes, yes!" she panted. "Your bitch! I love it! I love being yours!"

I groaned, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping my cock as I plowed in and out of her. I slapped her ass; she cooed loudly, and thrust her hips back into me. Her passion grew, and she wildly tossed her multicolored hair about.

"Fuck your bitch!" she moaned over and over. "Make me howl! Make me cum! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!" Her cunt convulsed about my cock, and she threw back her head and yelled as loud as possible as her powerful orgasm exploded through her.

I smacked her ass. "Howl bitch!" I groaned. "Keep squeezing your cunt, bitch. Make me cum!"

"I'll make you explode!" Candy husked, rolling her hips and clamping down with her cunt. "Fill me up with your cum! Yes, yes, I'll drain you dry!"

Our flesh slapped together, my ovaries boiling with passion. I gripped her hips, and pounded her cunt, driving my cock as hard as I could into her depths. I needed to cum! I needed to release that pressure, and spill my girl-cum inside my sweet Candy. My body tensed as my eruption drew closer and closer, and then every nerve in my body exploded, and I flooded my little bitch's cunt.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again!" Candy cried, her body collapsing onto the iron floor as she quivered; a flood of my cum and hers flowed from her cunt, leaking white onto the black metal. She rolled onto her back and reached up, pulling me down and kissed me on the lips. "Mmmh, that was great," she purred. "I needed that so bad."

"So did I," I sighed, resting my head on her full breasts beneath her tight t-shirt. "I love you," I whispered sleepily.

I felt her body tense. "Really?" she asked.

I didn't mean to say it, but I looked her in the eyes, stroked her face. "Yeah, I guess I do. Ever since France."

She smiled, "I love you, too."

Our kiss was spectacular, fireworks exploding between our lips, and I let myself get lost in her soft touches. I kissed every inch of her face from her chin up to her brow, getting her cute little nose in the process, then I captured her sweet lips again. So wonderful, so soft. I stroked her pale cheek with my dark finger.

"Umm, Sam," Candy said, sounding a little embarrassed as she broke our soulful kiss, "my ass is freezing. This floor is kinda cold."

I laughed and slipped off of her, pulling up my pants after letting my dick shrink back into a little clit. Candy stood up and wiggled her tight pants over her hips. I retrieved the flashlight, and went back to the scroll.

"Why do you follow his orders?" Candy asked suddenly, hugging me from behind.

"Whose orders?" I asked, not really paying attention as I translated the text in my head.

"Mark's!" There was so much heat in her voice.

"Why wouldn't I follow his orders, I'm his vizier."

Candy turned me about. "You could be so much more." She grasped my hands, pulling them up to her lips and gently kissing them. "Mark would be nothing without you. You could make a deal with Lucifer and take his place. Or you can make one with another demon."

I frowned at her. "But I don't want to," I said.

"Are you sure you're content with being his errand bitch?"

I swallowed, staring into her eyes. Was I content following his orders, doing all the hard work for him? I felt off-balance, not sure what to say. "Grab the scroll case," I told her.

"Think about it," she whispered, stroking my hands. "You could be so amazing. I could be your Mary, standing at your side, guiding you to the greatness due you."

"Just grab the scroll case," I told her, my thoughts whirling. Could I betray Mark? Could I have his power? Did I even want his power? Candy dug around in her satchel, and found the scroll case, a tube of plastic, and hurried over.

What should I do?

Mark – The Mansion

Mary and I waited on the porch as Leah pulled the limo into the unfinished driveway, bringing Alison and Desiree home. Behind them, several SUV's followed, carrying their men. While we were at the Church this morning presenting our daughter Chase to our followers, Alison and Desiree were leading their troops against the Patriots' stronghold. Fifteen Patriots dead, and their army of golems destroyed.

I shuddered to think what would have happened if they hadn't stumbled upon their stronghold.

The limo pulled up, and Leah hopped out, looking quite fetching in her slutty chauffeur's outfit. Two maids walked up; one opened the limo's door, bowing, while the other helped a tired looking Desiree out of the vehicle. Our Latina slut was dressed in tan camo pants and a tan tank top. A smile lit up her face when she saw us. Desiree turned and helped Alison out. Her pink hair was dirty. No, her entire body was covered in reddish dust, and there was a bandage on her ass and another wrapped around her ankle. She had to hop about, leaning on Desiree, and, despite the pain, she beamed at us.

"Master, Mistress!" she shouted.

"Oh, my poor, little slut," Mary cried out, rushing to Alison and hugging her tightly. The teen was engulfed in scarlet light as Mary healed her.

"Thank you, Mistress," she sighed in relief, "the shrapnel in my ass was killing me."

"Good thing mi Reina healed your ass, it lost a lot of its beauty with an inch of metal sticking out of it," Desiree teased.

Alison stuck her tongue out at her wife. "I was going to let you kiss it better, but now I'm not."

Desiree laughed, and kissed her wife on the lips. "Liar, I bet you just want me to kiss your ass right now."

Alison giggled, "I do. Always."

Their soldiers were getting out of their SUV's, all of them experienced, hard-bitten men from various special forces. They had been hunting down Warlocks across the country for the last six months. The nineteen men—one had fallen today—lined up in formation and saluted me.

"Good job, men," I congratulated them, saluting back. "You did great work today."

"Thank you, my Lord," a Sergeant said, a smile creasing his serious face.

I held out my hand and shook with each of them. "Enjoy yourselves tonight," I told them. "We have rooms for you in the mansion. Your families are on the way, and feel free to avail yourself of the staff; all of the maids have been instructed to be extra friendly."

The Sergeant's eye drifted to one of the maids waiting on the porch. "That sounds great, my Lord."

I nodded, and walked over to my wife and our two sluts. "Master," Alison exclaimed, and threw her arms around me and kissed me exuberantly. She was my first slut, the only one that asked to be my slut, and I missed her these last six months. But Desiree needed to hunt down the Warlocks, and Alison needed to help her. I pulled Desiree to me and kissed her on the lips.

"My first two sluts," I sighed, an arm around each of them. "You two were amazing today. Let's get you cleaned up, and then you get to spend the night with me and Mary."

"Korina is going to watch Chase," Mary smiled. "We'll have all night to give you your reward."

Alison giggled wickedly. "Umm, all night. I can think of a few things to do."

Mary and I laughed, and led our sluts inside. All the other sluts appeared to hug Desiree and Alison, and give them kisses. "We've missed you," Korina gently said, holding Silas in one arm and Chase in the other.

"At least that amazing tongue," Lillian quipped, then waggled her tongue at Alison between two fingers, mimicking eating out a cunt. Alison pursed her lips, blowing her a kiss. Lillian laughed, then fell silent when her eyes landed on the soldiers entering after us, and they lit up with lust. "Umm, at least you brought a few rugged men to entertain me."

We led our sluts deeper into the house, to our private suite in the east wing. Two bodyguards were posted at the entrance, and I paused to give them both a kiss and to grope their breasts. Both guards were beaming happily after my affections. In our spacious bathroom, Mary bent down and started the jacuzzi bathtub, warm water quickly filling it up.

"You'll love it," Mary purred. "The jets are placed just right."

Alison gave my wife a wicked grin. "A special order then, Mistress?"

"Absolutely," Mary giggled. "Now strip, and dump your clothes in the hamper. Lets wash all that dirt off you. You're quite the mess, Alison."

"It's hard to stay clean when a five-hundred-pound clay man is chasing after you," Alison quipped. "I don't know how Desiree stayed so pristine."

"I watched where I was stepping," Desiree answered. "My clumsy Sirenita couldn't resist stepping into a rabbit hole and breaking her ankle."

Alison gave an indignant gasp. "I was hoping it would lead to wonderland so I could escape those monstrosities."

"And leave me behind," Desiree pouted.

Alison grabbed her wife's tank top, and pulled it off to expose her large breasts. She gave them a squeeze, saying, "All you had to do was flash these delicious melons at them, and they would have been your little slaves."

"Are you saying my breasts have magic powers?"

Alison nuzzled her face into them. "Absolutely. They've enchanted me from the beginning."

"I don't know," I said, eyeing my wife as she pulled her dress off, her perky tits coming into view. "I would say Mary's stacks up nicely." I copied Alison, and nuzzled my face into my wife's breasts.

"Mistress has an excellent pair of breasts," Alison proclaimed, rubbing her cheek on one of Desiree's nipples.

Mary eyed Alison, then reached out and fingered one of the slut's pierced nipples that topped her round breasts. "You aren't half bad."

"I couldn't agree more, mi Reina," Desiree purred. "Especially with her piercings." Desiree played with the other nipple; Alison had a huge grin on her face.

"The two women I love most are playing with my tits, what could be better?" Alison asked, kissing Mary's then Desiree's lips.

"What am I, a third wheel?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that be a fourth wheel?" Mary asked, nuzzling Alison's neck.

"Ohh, Master could stick that lovely cock of his into my cunt. That would make this better!" Alison exclaimed.

"After you're washed," Mary told her, then slapped her rear. "Get your filthy ass in the jacuzzi!"

"Yes, Mistress," Alison smiled, then sighed as she sank down into the warm water. Mary hit the jets and Alison's eyes widened. "Oh, fuck! Desiree, you have got to feel this!"

Mary added some lavender-scented bath oils as Desiree slipped into the tub, and moaned, "Ohh, that's lovely. The jets are on the seat, shooting right inside me."

"Mary loves them," I said. "She spent half her pregnancy in there."

"That was for my back and ankles," Mary protested, slipping in. "The jets were just a bonus."

The warm water felt great as I slid in after my wife, settling down between Desiree and Alison, and not sitting on one of the jets. It just felt weird. Mary laid her head on Desiree's shoulder, and the slut put her arm around my wife as Alison cuddled up to me. The teen's hand found my cock beneath the water, slowly jerking me off.

"Thank you," Mary whispered to Desiree.

"For what, mi Reina?"

"They were going to attack the Church," Mary answered. "You two may have saved our daughter's life, and all those other innocent people."

"We were lucky," Alison sighed. "If it wasn't for Sam and her dowsing pendulum..."

Desiree shifted, "How is she?"

"She's flying back, actually." I said carefully; Alison stiffened for a moment in my arms, recognizing the significance of that. It wasn't safe to say any more outside of the Matmown; anyone could be listening—Lucifer, Lilith, some other Power. We only had one hope, and it needed to be carefully protected.

"She has a nice cock," Alison cooed, nuzzling at my neck.

"As nice as mine?"

"No, Master," Alison purred, squeezing my dick hard as she stroked me. "No-one's is."

My lips found Alison's, her pierced tongue slipping eagerly into my mouth, exploring me like a curious kitten. My hands found her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Her hand stroked faster on my shaft, the water splashing. But I needed more than her hand; I wanted to be inside her, to know my beautiful slut in the most intimate way possible.

"Ohh, Master," she groaned as I pulled her onto my lap; her cunt impaled upon my dick.

I leaned back, relaxing against the side of the Jacuzzi, and watched her breasts bob as she slowly rode my cock. Beside me, Mary sat on Desiree's lap, kissing her furiously as Desiree's hand played between my wife's thighs.

"Aren't they beautiful," Alison purred in my ear as she slid her greased cunt up and down on my cock, working me like a jackhammer. "My wife is going to make Mistress explode."

I gave her tit a squeeze, moaning, "You're going to make me explode!"

"Good," she said with a satisfied smile. "That's the point. Explode in me, Master! It's what my cunt was made for! It's yours!"

Mary writhed like a flower in the wind as Desiree's fingers worked inside her. Mary broke the kiss, moaning loudly, "You delicious slut! Make me cum! Oh, fuck!" My wife buried her face into our Latina slut's neck, and sucked hard, adding a hickey to the one Desiree already had.

"Cum for me!" Desiree hissed. "My beautiful Goddess! ¡Córrete para mi, mi Reina!"

Alison's hungry mouth found mine, and I explored her mouth, enjoying the hard stud of her piercing rubbing against me. Her hips bucked, her cunt squeezed. I groaned my passion, and exploded into her cunt—my beautiful Alison's cum-hungry cunt. She gasped, moaning as I fed her my seed, and she shuddered as her ecstasy burst within her.

"Oh, Master," she sighed, settling her weight on me, and leaning her head against my shoulder.

We watched Desiree finger Mary to a violent cum, my wife shuddering so hard that she slipped off Desiree's lap and slid into the middle of the jacuzzi. When she broached the surface, she was grinning, the hard tips of her breasts just appearing above the rippling surface; dark red that flashed amid the frothy white.

"You didn't cum, Desiree," I said.

She smiled. "Oh, I came! The jets took care of me."

"Oh, Master, can we get one for our room?" Alison asked me, bouncing on my cock, her cunt squeezing life back into my shaft.

"Sure," I told her as she writhed her hips.

Desiree pinched Alison's ass, "Stop hogging his cock. We're supposed to share everything."

"Fine," Alison pouted, pulling her cunt off my cock.

"Sit on the edge of the jacuzzi," Mary said, "and I'll clean all that cum out of your pussy."

Alison practically leapt out of the jacuzzi, spreading her legs and showing off her tight slit that oozed white cum. Mary buried her face in the slut's snatch, and the teen leaned back, moaning loudly, her breasts heaving, beads of water running across those beautiful orbs. Desiree turned away from me, her beautiful ass in my face for a moment before she sat down on my lap, on my cock, and moaned as she impaled herself upon me.

"Mi Rey," she sighed happily.

I reached around her and found her heavy breasts; I squeezed them, enjoying their firm plumpness as Desiree slowly pumped her ass on me. I kissed her nut-brown shoulder, pushing her wet hair out of the way. Her cunt squeezed and relaxed on my cock, stoking my fires skillfully as I played with her nipples.

"Let me taste you, Mistress," Alison begged.

Mary's face came up sticky, a smile on her lips. "I thought you'd never ask, slut."

She quickly straddled Alison's face; the slut's pink tongue glinted silver as she swiped it through my wife's cunt. Mary shuddered in delight, then bent down and buried her face into the teen's snatch, and the two noisily pleasured each other.

I nibbled on Desiree's ears as she slowly made love to me. She did most of the work by squeezing her cunt on my cock, only sliding her pussy up an inch or two on my shaft. I dipped one of my hands into the water, slid down her flat stomach, and found her hard clit. Her cunt squeezed harder on my dick as I fingered her little nub, her breath quickening.

"Umm, that's wonderful, mi Rey," she sighed. "I love you."

"I love you, too, slut," I whispered into her ear. "You and your delightful wife."

Mary raised her face from Alison's cunt. "What about me?"

"I love you, too, Mare," I answered. "My naughty filly."

"I know you love me, Mark," Mary sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. "I was talking to Desiree."

"Of course I love mi Reina," Desiree answered. "How could I not love you?"

Mary buried her face back into Alison's cunt, and the slut's hands gripped my wife's plump ass, digging into her cheeks as she shuddered in pleasure beneath my wife's assault. A muffled moan escaped the slut's lips as she munched on my wife's muff. It was so hot; I loved watching two women sixty-nining.

"Here it comes, Desiree," I groaned, and then I shot my load into Desiree's cunt.

"Ohh, that felt like a big one mi Rey," she purred, her cunt still squeezing my cock as my finger diddled her clit.

I rubbed her clit faster and harder, feeling the slut's cunt squeeze tight on my cock as she fidgeted. Her breathing grew faster, her moans rising in pitch, then she bent over as the pleasure spasmed through her body, and screamed wordlessly.

We watched our wives pleasure each other, driving each other to cum over and over, while Desiree rode my cock one more time, and we shared another cum. Mary and Alison were lost to their pleasures, and rolled about on the tiled floor, clutching each other, until they collapsed in a tangle of quivering limbs. After a minute of heavy breathing, they slipped back into the tub. Mary cuddled against me, and Alison against Desiree. I kissed my wife, and enjoyed the taste of Alison's honey on her lips.

We relaxed in the jacuzzi for another half hour; some maids brought champagne for the sluts and me, and an iced tea for Mary—she was nursing, and the alcohol would get into her breast milk. We enjoyed our cold, refreshing drinks and hot, relaxing water. The maids who served our drinks disrobed: a curvy brunette named Abigail, a sultry Hindu woman named Karishma, a MILF with green eyes named Pearl, and a petite Japanese girl named Tomoyo, and they began to bathe us. Alison enjoyed Abigail's soapy, pillowy tits massaging her back, while Mary laid down on the tiles and let Tomoyo writhe her entire soapy body atop her. I found the way Desiree's nut-brown skin and Karishma's red-brown skin rubbing together, covered in frothy soap, was hypnotic as Pearl washed my cock with her soapy breasts.

"Master, you sure know how to live," Alison purred after we all had been washed.