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Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Mark Glassner – The Abyss
"Chasity, organize the guard and scout the plain," I commanded, staring out at the distant city of brass across the rocky, blasted lands of hell. The hot wind continued to blow, searing across my skin.
It was annoying.
The wind stopped as power leaked out of me. I blinked.
Did you just control the wind? Mary whispered in my mind.
I think I did.
Karen smiled as she stared at me. "Welcome to Hell, Master," she laughed. "It's shaped by powerful personalities. The fallen angels, the ones who became demons, were bitter and twisted. They hated the Creator for imprisoning them and were jealous of humans. They shaped Hell into a nightmare. It doesn't have to be that way."
"But it's a prison," I said. "A place to punish those for being "bad." Shouldn't it be a nightmare?"
"It's a place for those who rejected the Creator," Karen countered. "It's only bad because the denizens made it bad."
"Interesting," Mary smiled.
She stretched, her lovely, perky breasts, dusted with freckles, jiggled, and then she stamped her foot down. The ground changed at her feet as our shared power trickled out into the fabric of Hell. Grass sprang up, thick and green rippling out to change the landscape from the blasted, terrible red into vibrant life.
"That's better," Mary smiled before taking Karen's hand.
"Mistress," Karen blushed. The former nun's cheeks were lovely, her light-brown hair falling about her neck in waves of curls.
"We haven't touched in so long," Mary whispered. "Lilith stole you from us after barely a week."
"She tricked you."
"She'll pay," Mary vowed. "When we find wherever she's hiding down here. She'll pay for stealing you from us and for letting you die so her vessel could be birthed."
A tear trickled down Karen's face. "Thank you, Mistress."
"That was beautiful," Tiffany said, wiping at a tear. Mary's mother stepped forward. "It's so good to see you again, Louise."
"Karen," the slut corrected. "That was my name before I became a nun."
Mary's mother hugged Karen tight and passionately kissing her. Both women had once been Sisters of Mary Magdalene and my enemies. My cock stirred as I watched them. Tiffany was gorgeous, looking as young as her daughter still, her blonde hair falling in curls about her shoulders, her large breasts pressed against Karen's.
"We'll need to catch up," Tiffany promised before glancing at us. "But I think my daughter and son-in-law want to play with you first."
"They are my Masters," Karen laughed. "It's only right."
Mary pulled Karen away from Tiffany, pushing the slut down on her knees where she belonged. Karen seized my cock, stroking it to its full girth. Pleasure tumbled through me—I was so glad sex was still a thing in Hell.
Then she engulfed my cock with her mouth.
"Yes," I groaned, my back arching as my sex slave worked her mouth, giving me such wonderful pleasure. "That's it. Oh, damn, that's good."
Mary seized Karen's hair, shoving the sluts mouth farther down my cock. "Make my husband cum, slut. Put that mouth to good use."
Around us, our sluts, maids, and family were falling upon each other. My son Silas pulled his two sister-wives to the ground, enjoying my daughter Andrea and Mary's daughter Delilah. Another pair of my children, Marcelo and Calypso, rutted with passion while their daughter Liza masturbated next to them. Xiu and Korina enjoyed their reunion, and April, Violet, and Cindy formed a daisy chain. My mother and her wife Betty had conjured a double-headed dildo, pumping them in and out of each other while my sister Antsy pissed in the mouth of her wife, Via. Mary's family had fallen into a gigantic orgy with their sex slaves.
And the poor bodyguards spread out on the plain to scout. They were led by Chasity, Noel, and 51. A screen of male soldiers—a mix of Desiree and Alison's special forces and the SWAT officers—formed an inner perimeter with a few of the bodyguard squads.
Karen worked her mouth with a fierce desire to pleasure me, wanting to make up for the last forty years she missed out on. Mary pressed her naked body against me, her perky breast rubbing against my muscular side. I put my arm around her waist, sliding down to squeeze her plump ass.
"That's it, slut," Mary hissed. "Suck his cock. That's what you were born to do. You exist to please us."
Karen moaned, sucking harder.
"Work your mouth, slut," Korina panted as she humped and ground against her wife Xiu. "Pleasure Master!"
I shuddered, loving the feel of my slut's tongue. Karen stared up at me with her gray eyes, full of lust. Her hands found my balls, massaging them as my hips thrust forward, slamming my cock down her mouth.
"Is she pleasing you?" Mary moaned in my ear, her tongue brushing my lobe.
"Oh, yes," I groaned. "I'm gonna flood her mouth with cum."
"That's my horny stallion," Mary giggled. "Then it's my turn to feel her mouth."
"Naughty filly."
"Always." Mary kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I squeezed her plump asscheek, pulling her tighter as I fucked our sex slave's mouth. Mary worked her tongue through my mouth, teasing me, her fingers stroking my muscles, leaving trails of fire.
She was an amazing woman. My soul mate. My queen. I would be lost without her.
My cum erupted from my cock, flooding Karen's hungry mouth. The slut groaned as my cum pumped into her. She shuddered, swallowing drop after drop, greedy for my taste. Her hands massaged my balls, working out every drop she could.
"That was amazing, Karen," I panted. "You still know how to please me."
Karen had tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so happy, Master. Thank you for your cum. I missed it so much."
I wiped her tear from her cheek with my tongue as Mary knelt. She seized Karen's cheeks, staring into her eyes before kissing her. Mary's tongue flicked out, cleaning up my cum as she pulled Karen down atop her, their naked bodies writhing together, Mary's emerald eyes closing as she savored the kiss.
"Put that mouth to use," I commanded. "Make my naughty filly cum hard."
"Yes, Master."
Karen began working her lips down Mary's neck and shoulders, heading for her perky breasts. Mary squirmed, licking her lips as Karen attacked her body. I stroked my cock, savoring the sight. I loved watching my wife writhe with another woman.
"Oh, you wonderful slut," Mary moaned, arching her back as Karen nibbled and sucked at her nipples. "That's it. Work that slutty mouth! Mmm, I love it!"
Karen played with each, dusky nipple before working lower, kissing and licking down Mary's flat stomach. Karen giggled, caressing Mary's heart-shaped, fiery pubic hair on her pubic mound. The slut ran her cheeks between the curly hair before she moved lower.
"That's it, whore!" Mary groaned as Karen licked up her slit. "Eat my pussy, slut."
I fell to my knees behind Karen, giving her ass a smack. I remember the day after the Karen's attack when we beat and humiliated her. I smacked her ass again, harder, leaving a nice, red handprint on her flesh. She moaned into Mary's pussy, licking harder.
"I missed you, slut," I growled, spanking her ass again, loving that stinging smack.
"Fuck her, Mark," moaned Mary. "Give the slut what she's dying for."
Karen moaned yes between Mary's thighs, wiggling her glowing-red ass. I couldn't say no to that. I ran my cock up and down her shaved slit, teasing her flesh, then fucked my sex slave's cunt. She was tight, squeezing down on me and shuddering in delight.
She bucked as I drove into her. Karen's sheath rippled around me, the excited cunt cumming already. "Forty years without a cock has turned you into a firecracker, slut," I groaned, slamming in harder, loving her convulsing cunt. "Damn, work that pussy."
"Ooh, yes, she's moaning into my pussy, Mark!" Mary groaned. "That's it. Keep eating my pussy, slut. I'm gonna cream your face! You're gonna drink every drop of my honey!"
"Yes, Mistress," Karen moaned, pushing her hips back into my thrusts. "Thank you! I've been waiting so long for this moment."
My balls slapped her clit as I drove her face into Mary's cunt. My wife groaned, her hips bucking into Karen's hungry mouth, her perky tits jiggling. My wife's moans added to the chorus of sex around us as our friends, family, and slaves celebrated reunions and their love for each other.
The itch at the tip of my cock swelled as Mary writhed, her perky tits bouncing and waving as she came hard. Her juices splashed into Karen's face, the slut drinking them down. Karen's pussy squeezed down on my cock as she slurped every drop of my wife's juices.
"That's it, slut," I panted, slapping her ass. "Work that cunt. Make your master cum!"
"Do it!" Mary hissed. "Make him cream your hole. He needs to be pleased! He needs to feel your cunt massage him until he erupts."
Karen squeezed down again and again. I shuddered, the itch swelling at the tip of my cock.
And then I erupted.
My cum basted her cunt.
Karen shuddered, her head throwing back. "Yes! I've missed this so much, Master! Thank you!" she howled as she came. "Thank you for your cum!"
I grunted, shuddering as I pumped load after load into her pussy. My pleasure hit that intense peak, and then it died and I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her pink hole. My granddaughter Liza moved in, burying her face into Karen's snatch to lick up my cum.
"Good girl," I smiled, running my hands through her dark brown hair.
I glanced out at the plain, our bodyguards distance speck as they moved. I glanced around, wondering who I should fuck next. My granddaughter did have a cute ass. She was Desiree's granddaughter as well, so that wasn't surprising.
"Grandpa!" she gasped as I buried into her asshole, my cock lubed by Karen's cunt.
"Karen," Mary panted.
"Yes," Mistress," Karen answered.
"Find a way for Mark and I to interact with the real world. Lucifer and other demons could be summoned. We need to learn how. Speak with Sam."
"Yes, Mistress," Karen gasped, standing up and looking for our Vizier.
Nearby Sam fucked her wife Candy, ramming the thick dick she could conjure in and out of Candy's ass.
Karen stumbled off as Mary crawled up to Liza's face, stroking her cheeks. "Is your grandpa fucking you good?"
"Yes, Grandma," Liza grinned. "He always does."
The Samurai
Brandon poured his power into his soldiers. They ran far faster than they normally could, howling like a ravenous, disorganized pack of hounds snapping at our heels. All the discipline I had given them was gone. Brandon possessed none, so his powerful army was reduced to a frenzied mob.
But that mob wanted to tear us apart.
Orihime trembled in my arms across the front of my saddle while Chisato and Hikaru clung behind me. My nightmare charged across the blasted rocks. I urged it to run faster, but that horde was gaining. I couldn't let Brandon to get his hands on my concubines.
They didn't deserve torment in Hell. They were only here because they loved me so much they accepted the Zimmah bond, tying our souls together for eternity. My punishment was theirs. My fate theirs.
So I had to escape Brandon.
"We accepted this," Orihime whispered. "Do not feel guilty, my Lord."
"We were willing to face torment to be with you forever, my Love," Hikaru whispered.
"Always," Chisato added.
Such amazing women they were.
"We cannot escape," I finally admitted. "We must fight and break them."
"Yes, my Lord," Chisato whispered. "You have trained us all these years, we will not disappoint you."
"You never have," I answered. "I love you all."
"We know," Orihime smiled.
"That's why we bonded with you," Hikaru answered.
I reigned in the nightmare, my women and I slipping off. They summoned their armor and their weapons, wielding nasty naginatas, long spears with curved blades at the end. I stood at the center, ready to draw my katana.
The roar of Brandon's forces as they ran us down was immense, washing over us like a physical wave. My heart beat faster as I drew in deep, calming breaths. I found my center. I accepted what was coming.
I would meet it without flinching.
Gunfire erupted. Hammering, automatic retorts roared behind me. A wall of bullets slammed into the front of Brandon's forces. The lead soldiers disintegrated into bloody mist. Such force was unleashed, soaring over us, lighting up the air with streaks of light.
I turned and looked over my head.
A woman in shining, silvery armor stood there. She wielded a sword as black as night that seemed to drink in the very reality of Hell. A force of women flanked her. Each one was dressed in short, navy-blue dresses, their blouses half-undone to reveal their almost exposed breasts. Gold collars encircled their throats.
"The Bodyguard?" I whispered. I hadn't seen them since the day I died after losing my duel against Mark.
"The Living God's forces," Orihime gasped. "What are they doing in Hell?"
"Saving us," Chisato cheered.
The women advanced down the hill like a small tide. There were only twenty of them, but their automatic rifles seemed to spit out an endless supply of bullets. The blonde woman in silver armor, looking as fierce as a Valkyrie, strode past us as she led her soldiers. The enemy melted by the thousands before them, leaving bullet-riddled, still-living corpses writhing on the ground.
These women were drawing on such power. It dwarfed the strength Brandon has accumulated, and he ruled half of Hell. How powerful had Mark grown? And what was he doing in Hell? Had someone managed to kill him?
How?
I knew Mark had vanquished almost every greater demon. When they died, they plummeted back into hell. Molech, Lucifer, Lilith, Ashtoreth, Dagon, Chemosh, Milcom, Tammuz, Marduk, Hadad, Asherah, and Baal-zebub had been accounted for. Only Astarte was missing, hiding somewhere in Hell, unless she managed to escape Mark's forces on Earth.
"Mark has all the Greater Demon's powers," Hikaru whispered. "That is why his women are so powerful, my Lord."
"Those greater demons had millennium to concentrate power. And now Mark has it all." Orihime shuddered. "No wonder he defeated you, my Lord. He had already defeated Molech."
"I was the lesser man," I admitted. It didn't gall me anymore. Decades serving Brandon had worn down my pride.
"Well, well, well," a black-haired Bodyguard said, walking up to me as the remnants of Brandon's forces fled. The number 27 was stamped on her choker. "The Samurai."
"You were at the duel?" I asked. "You led his guard that day."
"I did," 27 nodded. "And I see your concubines are still with you."
"Always, Madam 27," Hikaru said, inclining her head.
"Who is he?" the blonde woman in silver armor asked.
"He's a Warlock Mark dueled and killed in Japan," 27 answered.
"Is Mark in Hell?" I asked.
"Yes, he is," the blonde answered. "I am Chasity, leader of Mark's bodyguards."
A black woman, the number 51 stamped on her choker, shifted nearby, her lips tightening.
"I have information on the city and the forces that defend it," I said. "I offer my knowledge in exchange for service in your God's army."
Chasity stepped up, the negative blade in her hand. Oblivion dwelt in that blade. As she walked, it cut through the reality of Hell, leaving a disturbance behind. I swallowed, controlling my fear as she stepped closer. My concubines backed up, moving behind me.
"I only require that my women will be unmolested," I said. "They are mine alone."
"Master probably won't have a problem with that."
"Since when," a sandy-blonde haired woman snorted. She didn't wear a choker.
"You know he's changed, Noel," Chasity smiled.
Noel sighed, walking up to Chasity. "Yeah, maybe. Let's go lead this samurai back and see what Mark and Mary want to do with him."
Mary Glassner
Xiu moaned as I pounded her ass with the thick, ribbed dildo. She screamed and gasped, savoring the pain as I fucked her hard. I loved pounding Xiu's ass without lube. I loved the way she moaned gasped for joy. She loved every second of it.
Mark had April bouncing on his cock, the teen's bushy-brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she rode Mark. Andrea, April and Mark's Daughter, sat on Mark's mouth, groaning as her father ate her pussy out and her mouth sucked on her tits.
Such a lovely sight. A wave of sadness washed over me. I missed Chase so much.
"Oh, fuck, Mistress," Xiu grunted. "I'm gonna cum! Oh, yes! It hurts so much!"
The Chinese slut pushed her ass back into the thrusts as she trembled, cumming hard. I grunted, loving the pressure on my clit. She writhed and shuddered against me. I groaned, loving every second of her bliss.
Then my orgasm burst through me.
My back arched, my breasts bouncing, as I came. My auburn hair tossed about my shoulders as I gasped and moaned my pleasure into the night. I shuddered in delight. Juices flooded down my thighs as my pussy clenched.
"Yes, you fucking whore," I panted. "Mmm, that's what I needed."
I thrust one more time as my the waves of pleasure washed through me.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Xiu.
"Master, Mistress," Chasity announced.
I looked up to see our blonde warrior returning, wearing her silver armor and carrying the scariest blade I had ever seen. It was blacker than night, sucking up Hell. What was that thing? My skin crawled. It was oblivion. Death.
"The Samurai," Mark said, rising up.
In the center of the ring of bodyguards Chasity and Noel led was a man in Japanese armor, lacquered red, and three Japanese beauties dressed like sexy geisha, wearing short kimonos that were transparent, their lovely breasts showing off beneath the thin fabric.
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