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Warren, or Saint warren as he was called by his subjects, wasn't even the first leader of this cult. The previous one had been assassinated by, of course, female assassins, and as he was the most loyal and best for them, he had become the new one. He was known for his 'mercy', as he had let the assassins learn their place, becoming the servants of the lowest ranked of his men, instead of killing them, which had brought some complaints, but the women were now completely and utterly broken.
He was actually not an ugly man, fairly handsome even, and would probably be able to get enough women out of the cult, but wanted this, really believed in the things he said, unlike some, who were only in it because they wanted to fuck. He was a tall man, capable of looking over the heads of most of his people. he had brown hair, nearly the same colour eyes, and to the public, a charismatic voice. In private, however, it was much less nice, especially to the women he bed, though the bed was a place he didn't do it in as often.
He saw one of his favourite sluts walk past his room. For some reason her pregnancy went at double the pace, maybe even more, and she had already given birth one, but as it was a daughter, it got killed. He whistled, all of his favourites had their own whistle, to which they needed to come towards him. As she stood before him with her big breasts, big butt, and big stomach, he smiled. "On your knees and praise your saint." He said, and after she did, he walked towards her, pushing his, limp for now, dick against her lips.
He knew they needed to get some fresh female blood in their ranks soon, as some of the whores had collapsed and died due to the minimal food, exhaustion, and the near constant pregnantness. He hoped he'd find someone like the girl who was now sucking him, but the chances for that were fairly slim.
He was actually not an ugly man, fairly handsome even, and would probably be able to get enough women out of the cult, but wanted this, really believed in the things he said, unlike some, who were only in it because they wanted to fuck. He was a tall man, capable of looking over the heads of most of his people. he had brown hair, nearly the same colour eyes, and to the public, a charismatic voice. In private, however, it was much less nice, especially to the women he bed, though the bed was a place he didn't do it in as often.
He saw one of his favourite sluts walk past his room. For some reason her pregnancy went at double the pace, maybe even more, and she had already given birth one, but as it was a daughter, it got killed. He whistled, all of his favourites had their own whistle, to which they needed to come towards him. As she stood before him with her big breasts, big butt, and big stomach, he smiled. "On your knees and praise your saint." He said, and after she did, he walked towards her, pushing his, limp for now, dick against her lips.
He knew they needed to get some fresh female blood in their ranks soon, as some of the whores had collapsed and died due to the minimal food, exhaustion, and the near constant pregnantness. He hoped he'd find someone like the girl who was now sucking him, but the chances for that were fairly slim.
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Warren smiled down at the girl beneath him, not from kindness, but from pleasure and lust. She was one of the best, and, though others were available for everyone, she was only for the higher ranked, or for some he wanted to please. Not everyone liked the big breasts and butt of the woman, but he loved them. Realizing she wasn't doing the best he could he slapped her sizeable behind and said "Do what you're made for, slut." As she did better then he smiled, and just let her pleasure him, until he came in her mouth. He then pulled out of her, trusting of her to lick him clean, and slapped her behind again "Now, go off, and tend to some others." He said, kicking her again when she went away.
"We need to send someone else, this madness needs to end!" A woman, clearly in charge, said, slamming her hand on the table. "I don't care if the previous one failed, and the machine needs work, it needs to end! We barely held off the last assassination attempt, and too many still slip through!" She was clearly mad about all this. "Send another one, someone who has the best chance of getting the mission done, who is either strong, or already slutty enough that almost no work needs to be done!"
"We need to send someone else, this madness needs to end!" A woman, clearly in charge, said, slamming her hand on the table. "I don't care if the previous one failed, and the machine needs work, it needs to end! We barely held off the last assassination attempt, and too many still slip through!" She was clearly mad about all this. "Send another one, someone who has the best chance of getting the mission done, who is either strong, or already slutty enough that almost no work needs to be done!"