Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 446

Introduction:

Chase, the daughter of Mark and Mary, narrates her life growing up as the Tyrants' daughter.

The Tyrants' Daughter

After the death of Dagon and the end of the Great Eclipse, the followers of the demoness Lilith were rounded up. Lana and Chantelle, High Priestesses of Lilith, were vociferous in their praise of their dead goddess, and went to the gallows for their crimes, along with many of the 'Coven', the first group of women to worship Lilith. The most notable pardons went to Fiona and Thamina, who raised Lily, the daughter of Lana and Chantelle. The pair spent their lives rebuilding Seattle and aiding the victims of Lilith's tyranny. To this day, they are remembered fondly in Seattle, and a statue in their honor was raised at Pioneer Park.
–Excerpt from 'The Rise and Fall of the American Theocracy' by Tina Allard, a Holy Witness

Chasity Glassner

I was born three minutes after midnight, May 2nd, 2014 by the old calendar. My parents always said I was the most beautiful baby in the world, fitting for a newborn Goddess. I've seen the pictures; I was a squalling ball of pink, no different from any other baby. I was named after Chasity Sarah Vinter, the Holy Martyr who died protecting my mother before I was ever even conceived.

My earliest memories are of my dad, the God Mark Glassner, staring intently at a map. I was maybe three, toddling about inside an iron room, the Matmown, in the mansion's basement. I now know he was plotting the final push against the Demoness Astarte who ruled Western Europe. It has always stayed with me how focused he looked, his blue eyes hard with determination.

I didn't see much of my parents those first eleven years of my life. The Demons of Hell had been loosed when I was only six months old, and Mother and Father spent a decade prying mankind out of their clutches. By the time I was five, Dagon, Chemosh, Astarte, Baal-zebub, and Asherah were all slain by Father. When my parents were around, they loved me fiercely. Mother would scoop me up, her green eyes flashing with love, and cover me with kisses, while Father would tickle me until I laughed so hard I couldn't breath.

“Well, at least there's one woman in my life I can win a tickling contest with,” he would joke as I gasped for breath, his blue eyes twinkling. Then Mother would attack him, tickling away. Mother always won. And then they would start kissing, and a maid would pick me up and take me to go play with my siblings while Mother and Father did 'adult stuff'.

Since Mother and Father were so busy, I would often spend time with the other children in the mansion: my half-brother Silas, half-sisters Delilah and Andrea, and my uncle Michael. We were all born within a month of each other; Silas was the oldest, then Andrea and Delilah, then me, and finally Uncle Michael, Mother's youngest sibling. I tried to play with them, but there was a gulf between us. I was the daughter of both Mother and Father, a Goddess, while Micheal was merely a mortal, and Silas, Andrea, and Delilah were only demigods. Michael had the maids' and bodyguards' children to play with, and Silas, Andrea, and Delilah were inseparable, always getting into trouble together.

I was so very lonely.

It was Grandfather who sensed how lonely I was. He was Mother's father, and was old. One of the oldest appearing persons in my life. The mansion was filled with mostly young, beautiful women that served my parents, their youths frozen by the Zimmah bond. There were a few men married to various maids, cooks, or bodyguards, but it was mostly women in the house.

“Here, Chase, why don't you come read with your grandpa,” he said one day.

I was never lonely after that. Grandfather introduced me to the world of books. I read everyday, transported to magical worlds. Whenever I finished a book, Grandfather and I would discuss them; he would point out what the book meant, the themes, and what the author was trying to teach me.

“But it was just a story,” I objected.

“All the great works will teach you something,” Grandfather explained. “About life, about love, about history, or politics. Some will exhort you to be a better human, others will show you the folly of one particular idea.”

“And what if they're wrong?” I asked.

“That's why you have a brain,” he answered. “Consider what they say, weigh their evidence, and decide for yourself if they are right or wrong.”

As I grew older, my half-siblings, my uncle, and I began our education. Grandfather taught most of the subjects, and Sam, the Vizier, taught us Hebrew and Aramaic. As we became older, entering our preteen years, other sons and daughters of Father joined us: Meredith, Lillian's shy daughter; Marcelo and Calypso, Desiree and Alison's children, born only a few weeks apart; and, when I was fourteen, little Justin, Jessica's son, started school. Only Gang, Xiu's son with Father, was too young to start his education by the time I turned eighteen.

I came to love weddings; everyone in the family, and that included the sluts, would show up. Mother and Father; my aunt Antsy and her wife Via; Aunt Missy and Aunt Shannon, and their husbands, Damien and George; Grandfather and Grandmother, who looked as young as Mother; and Nana Sandy and Nana Betty. They were the happiest times of my childhood.

The earliest one I could remember was Aunt Antsy's wedding to Via. Andrea and I were the flower girls and Silas was the ring bearer; poor Delilah spent the day crying because she didn't get to be in the wedding party. Then Jessica married Debra Darnell, a reporter whose first husband had died in the Wormwood Plague. It seemed that every year, family members were getting married: April and Hayfa, Sam and Candy, Korina and Xiu. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to get married.

Cindy, Violet's wife, explained it to me at April's wedding, “Tomorrow any one of us could die, and we all just wanted something permanent, something official in case the worst happened to our loves.”

Violet smiled at her, and kissed her wife.

And some did die. Hayfa was killed in a field hospital outside Delhi in the final push to kill Marduk; April cried for her wife an entire year. When Ashtoreth, the final Demon, launched a surprise, desperate attack on the mansion just a few weeks before my eleventh birthday, April and Xiu, along with many bodyguards and maids, died. I watched Father and Mother fight for the first time while hiding beneath a hedge, killing scores of the demons that poured out of portals opened across the mansion's grounds. They were magnificent. The demons fled in terror before their powers, and Ashtoreth was forced to kneel before Father, slumped and defeated, before he beheaded her and absorbed her powers.

The Demon Wars that had consumed my early childhood ended. The world could finally rebuild beneath Father and Mother's direction. Administrative districts were set up; family and friends were appointed to rule over the fourteen districts. Mother and Father finally were home for long periods of time. It was the happiest time of my life.

When I turned twelve, Mother gave me 'the talk,' teaching me about sex. “You know how boys have a penis?” she asked me.

“And girls have a vagina,” I answered, flushing at saying such a word in front of my mother.

My eyes grew wide as she explained the 'adult stuff' she and Father did. She was quite frank, and my cheeks burned as she explained different positions and techniques. It sounded very messy and icky, and I told Mother that.

Mother just laughed. “Well, you'll soon be old enough to fuck, if you want to.”

I blushed, my cheeks warming. “No, thank you!”

“In a few years, I bet you change your mind,” laughed Mother, hugging me. “Your Father and I want to be the first ones to be with you, sweety. When you're old enough and ready.”

I felt a tingle in my body. “Really?” Father was such a hunk, and when I thought about him my pussy sometimes felt funny. Maybe it was worth all the mess.

“Yeah, you're going to make us all immortals.”

“Really?” I asked, smiling.

“Yep.”

I wasn't as ready to rush into sex as my siblings. When they were sixteen, Silas was found with Delilah and Andrea in bed with him. “That's my son,” Father had laughed when he heard about it.

It was another year before I was ready.

On my seventeenth birthday, my parents threw an elaborate party for me. It was a lot more 'adult' than my previous parties, and none of the children had been invited. Bishop Mattock and his wife, Jessie, brought a few temple prostitutes for entertainment, and a beautiful Black woman gave me a lap dance as everyone cheered. She ground her plump tush on my crotch and rubbed her ebony breasts in my face. I felt giddy, tipsy on champagne, as this beautiful woman cavorted on me.

“Happy birthday, Chase,” Father said to me after the lap dance was over, holding out his hand to me and helping me up. His cock was hard, and shiny with some woman's juices.

My entire body felt like it was on fire, starting at my little pussy. I'd never felt so horny before, and I wanted to slip away and stroke my little kitten until it purred. Mother appeared, naked and flushed, and took my other hand.

“Are you ready, Chase?” she asked me.

“Yes, Mom,” I told her. I was ready to pop my cherry and become a woman.

Everyone cheered; they knew what was about to happen.

“Give her a good tumble, big bro,” Aunt Antsy catcalled.

“Make her howl, Mary,” Aunt Missy cooed, and pinched my ass as I walked by.

“I hope you won't forget about your Grandfather,” he winked, as Grandmother fondly laughed, “Dirty, old man.”

I trembled as we entered their bedroom. Candles lit the room, and incense burned lavender and sweet. Father kissed me, his blue eyes shining with lust, as Mother's hands found the zipper of my new dress, a low-cut, dark-blue party dress with a ruffled skirt. The cool silk slid down my skin, exposing my naked body to my Father's gaze. I shivered. He was so strong, so powerful, and I wanted to be taken by him.

“We made a beautiful child, Mare,” Father leered; his hand reached out and gently cupped my breast. They were small, perky, and covered in freckles, just like Mother's.

“Yes, we did,” Mother purred, standing next to me and sliding a hand up my waist to cup my other breast.

“You two could be sisters,” Father whispered. “You look so much alike.”

I flushed; Mother was the most beautiful woman, and I was happy to be compared to her. Mother kissed at my neck as Father's fingers pinched at my nipple. My eyes found his cock. It was so hard, jutting out at me. And it looked so big. How was that going to fit in me?

“It'll be okay,” Mother whispered. “Relax.”

She must have felt me tense. Her lips found mine, and I was kissed for the very first time by a lover. I had practiced kissing with Andrea and Delilah, but it was nothing like the passion Mother had for me. I cocked my head, trying to move my lips like she was. Mother's tongue flickered through my mouth. I moaned, and kissed her back. Her fingers stroked my skin, building my ardor to higher levels.