The Devil's Pact Pt. 01

"The bastard deserves to be punished by God!" he groaned. "He has all those beautiful women to himself. Why did he need my wife? His wife is stacked like a model, and he has all those women prancing around at his beck-and-call. Why did he steal Mable from me?"

His cock was hard enough, and my pussy was certainly wet enough. I rose up, straddling his waist. "He is selfish," I purred, pushing the gusset of my panties to the side, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of my dripping tunnel. "He's an evil, selfish bastard that's enslaved your wife." I dropped my hips, gasping as I impaled myself on his girth. So wonderful; pleasure burst inside me as my cunt stretched to accommodate him. "That's why I'm here!" I lifted my hips up, rising until just the tip remained in me, then slammed back down. "I'm going to defeat him, and...ummm...steal his power!"

"Yes!" he groaned, his hands gripped my ass, guiding my pumping hips. He buried his face between my round breasts, whiskered cheek rubbing against my sensitive nipples. "Defeat him! Make him pay!"

"I will, Newt!" I panted. "God willing, I'll crush him! The bastard will pay for hurting you and your wife!"

He sucked my nipple into his lips, hard, teeth nipping almost painfully. I pumped faster, smashing my clitoris into his groin on every down stroke. Pleasure built and built inside me. Tomorrow I'd start my attack, dismantling Tex's power base bit by bit, until I would strike and rob him of his Pact, leaving him at the mercy of all those he had wronged.

"I'll make sure he pays, Newt!" I screamed, throwing my head back as my orgasm erupted inside me. So wonderful, so much better than my dildo! "He'll learn there are consequences to dealing with the Devil!" I kept riding him, eager to feel his seed spilling in me. I was perfectly safe; the Gift protected me from disease and pregnancy. "He'll learn to curse the Order of Mary Magdalene!"

"Fuck!" grunted Newt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Cum squirted inside me; another orgasm rocked my body. My pussy drank his semen, reveling in the warmth of it. The closest I could get to real love. There wasn't room in a nun's life for that. We had our mission, nothing else. What I wouldn't give to trade it all away to have my family back.

I collapsed onto his chest, holding him, and closed my eyes. For a moment, I was in my husband's arms. I could pretend for a little while that I still had a family. My husband used to hold me like this after we made love. I wonder--

Newt let out a loud snore, shattering my fantasy. Goddamn Kurt, and goddamn Tex. I rolled off of Newt, and curled up in a ball on the couch beside him, holding myself. I would make every Warlock pay for what Kurt did to me.

* * *

Mark Glassner -- Spaneway, WA

The alarm on my cell phone went off, snapping me awake. I blinked, looking around my car. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep. I had been so tense all week, but after jerking off to the beautiful Mary, the barista that worked at Starbuzz, I had apparently nodded right off. I rubbed the grit from my eyes and yawned, stretching in the cramped quarter of my car.

"Thank god I set the alarm," I muttered to myself, killing the annoying beep.

My car door creaked as I opened it, stepping out and not caring that a fast food wrapper came with my foot. I walked to the hole I had dug in the middle of the crossroads, lit by the full moon shining silver above. It was a clear, June night, cool, but not cold, and full of the sound of crickets and frogs. I set the box containing every component--photo, cat bone, yarrow--for the summoning ritual in the hole and prepared to shovel over it, my eyes fixed to the display on my phone.

11:57 PM

My heart raced and my palms grew sweaty.

11:58 PM

The phone shook in my hand and the shovel rattled as it scraped against the gravel. I couldn't believe I'm about to summon the Devil. It's not going to work. I've wasted all this time for nothing.

11:59 PM

I wanted to throw-up, to run around and burn off all the nervous energy that had built and built inside me before I exploded. Sweat trickled down my forehead, stinging my eye. I blinked.

12:00 AM

I shoved the dirt and gravel across the hole, burying the box.

Nothing happened, so I waited.

And I waited, feeling like a complete moron.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Eternity seemed past; my stomach twisted into knots even more intricate than I had thought possible. Bitter thoughts plagued my mind: I was an idiot to think it would work; it was only a book, what did I expect? I was just so desperate to believe, so desperate to try and change my fate, that I had deluded myself that this would work. How stupid was it to believe I could summon the Devil and he would fix all my problems like an evil fairy godmother?

"Fuck it," I muttered, and started to turn when the Devil appeared, stepping out of the shadows.

I was stunned--my thoughts scattered at his appearance. He walked towards me, a handsome man, dark hair, dressed in an expensive black suit, a broad, friendly smile pasted on his face, and not the oily, fake smile a used-car salesmen wears as he tries to sell you a lemon, but an honest and very genuine grin.

The only thing unusual about him was the scarlet of his eyes.

"Hello, Mark Glassner. What can I do for you, tonight?" the Devil asked pleasantly.

"I...uh..." I stammered painfully, surprise tangling my tongue. He waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts. This was actually happening; my hands were drenched in sweat and I wiped them on my slacks. "I want to make some wishes."

"Of course, of course, Mark" he said; his tone was matter-of-fact. For the Devil, this was just business as usual, nothing to get excited about. "What would you like? Anything you can possibly imagine, I can deliver." He cocked his head. "Three wishes for your soul. Trust me, you can't beat that bargain."

I swallowed. Was I really going to do this? My soul for three wishes. But they were the three wishes that would change my life, and what was my soul really worth? What was I worth?

Nothing.

"I wish for a long, healthy life," I said, my voice cracking as I made my first wish.

The Devil nodded, "That's a good one, Mark. Nothing wrong with the classics. And for the second wish?"

"Sexual stamina," I said, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. "I want to be able to...uh...perform as many times as I want."

Again the Devil nodded his head; there was understanding in his eyes--not judgment. The Devil knew exactly what I wanted, and he didn't look down on me. He was offering me freedom, and when you gave that to a man, you couldn't judge what he did with it, not and still call it freedom. "So much hedonism for a young man to experience. A wise wish."

Feeling more confident, I told him my third wish: "I want people to do whatever I tell them to do in a friendly and helpful manner." The Devil grinned--a predatory, hungry smile--and interest gleamed in his scarlet eyes. For the first time since he appeared, I felt unease curdling my stomach. I swallowed my nerves; I wanted my wishes too badly to stop now. "Do we have a deal?"

With a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke, a contract appeared in his hand, the paper yellowed like old parchment, slightly curled like it just had been unfurled. The smoke smelt acrid and foul, like rotten eggs, and didn't billow away, instead it fell to the ground and rolled across it, staining the gravel yellow.

"We have a Pact," he answered, emphasizing the last word. He handed me the contract, adding, "Look it over, Mark. Carefully. Make sure you're getting exactly what you asked for."

I grabbed the contract, forcing my hand to stop shaking, and looked it over. The contract seemed straightforward: three wishes for my soul. It seemed cheap. What was my soul really worth? What had I done with my life? Nothing. All I had to show for it was a cheap, one-bedroom apartment, a shitty car, and a terrible job trying to sell vacuum cleaners to stuck-up, rich bitches.

I nodded, "We have a pact."

"Good," he smiled, and that unease returned. His scarlet eyes flashed with some passion that was beyond me, ancient and superhuman. With a flourish, the Devil produced an old fashioned, black fountain pen. He pricked my thumb with the tip then handed me the pen.

"Of course," I muttered, and signed the contract in my own blood. How else would you seal such a deal?

Then the Devil signed in his.

My throat constricted for a brief moment, like something had wrapped around my throat and choked me, and then I was changed. I could feel it in the depths of my soul. I was different, remade in that instance. The entire world was laid out before me. I looked at the Devil, and he stared at me with those scarlet eyes and that hungry smile.

"So that's it?" I asked, my thumb still throbbing from the pen prick.

"That's it," the Devil answered jovially the contract vanishing in a puff of acrid, yellow smoke. "Well, I'll be going. Unless you have any more questions, Mark?"

There was an awkward pause as I tried to think, but I was still too amazed that it actually worked--that it wasn't some huge prank. I had summoned the Devil, and not only did he appear, he also granted me three wishes in exchange for my soul.

The Devil took my silence as a no. "I look forward to all you do with your power," the Devil nodded and, with a friendly smile, he vanished back into the shadows.

It hit me. I had just sold my soul.

I stumbled under the weight of my actions, bumping back into my beat-up, old Ford Taurus. I made a Pact with the fucking Devil. It was so surreal; I was beginning to suspect I was dreaming. One of those dreams that were so real it was only after you woke up that you realized just how absurd it had really been. My legs felt weak, wobbly like a newborn animal. I sat heavily on my car's trunk, the shocks squeaking as my weight rocked it, and I stared up at the stars as they wheeled across the night sky.

This was going to change everything.

I thought about what I would do with my powers and fantasies flashed through my mind: getting even with people, with my dad, living a life of luxury, and getting laid. I smiled, definitely getting laid. I made plans, playing out scenarios over and over in my mind. I would need money, a new car, a nice place to live. And most importantly, which girls did I want to fuck? Where would I find the hottest girls around here? How many would I want to keep as my personal toys?

Mary's face rose up in my mind; my heart beat faster. I would have to claim her. The first of my harem.

Before I knew it, the sun was rising, blushing the horizon pink--a shy maid.

As I watched the sun, I felt different. I had been taken apart and stitched back together as I watched the stars travel across the night sky. I was remade--reborn. Better than I had been. I was no longer that virgin loser from yesterday; I had a whole new life ahead of me. I was someone now, better than every other human. Smiling, I slid into my car, started the engine, and peeled out down the gravel road to find this new life.

Chapter Three

In our lifetime, the World was blessed by the births of the Living Gods. They dwelt among us, living, growing, watching until the time was right to begin their great work and free mankind from the shackles of hate, prejudiced, and intolerance. The Living God pulled the veil of hate from my eyes and I beheld my true love with eyes unclouded by the intolerance of my parent's false religion. My true love was a woman, and I did not have to be ashamed for loving her.

--The First Book of Vivian 1:1-3

Mark Glassner -- Spaneway, WA

I drove back into civilization, passing shopping centers on the edge of Spaneway. I was a mix of excitement and exhaustion. I felt like I could sleep the day away, but I was far too excited to put my powers to the test. I was finally going to get laid, and that was far more important than sleeping. I could do that later.

And I knew exactly where my first stop was. Mary had said she was working the early shift at Starbuzz, and I had to have her. My blood burned for her, and my heart ached. I'm not sure I had ever felt this way before. I couldn't get her auburn hair, heart-shaped face, and emerald eyes out of my head. I yawned, getting some desperately needed caffeine would just be a pleasant bonus.

I pulled off Pacific Avenue into the strip mall that contained a large grocery store, a drug store, several restaurants and, on its own island in the midst of a mostly empty parking lot, was the Starbuzz coffee house. Cars lined the drive-thru, and customers flowed in and out, getting their morning flux of caffeine to get them through their lives.

I was nervous as I entered the coffeehouse and doubt began to gnaw away at my confidence. All the certainty I had felt watching the sun rise was leaking out of the holes my doubt had made. This wasn't going to work. Last night was a dream, a hallucination. Some horribly, elaborate prank at my expense. Possibly with hidden cameras and some annoyingly peppy host about to ambush and broadcast my humiliation to the world as part of some terrible reality TV show.

The Starbuzz was crowded. Two frazzled baristas worked the shop, and one of them was Mary. My heart picked up its beat. This was going to work; it had to work. I had to possess her. The other barista--her nametag read "Cynthia"--was dressed like Mary in the white polo with the blue mermaid half-hidden by a dark-blue apron, and a pair khaki pants covering a nice ass. Cynthia was a tall woman, mid-twenties, with black hair cut short in a vaguely punkish style. Both her nose and her right eyebrow--above dark, wild eyes--were pierced with gold rings, giving her face a certain, predatory hunger.

Mary looked as beautiful as yesterday, and stood a little shorter than Cynthia. God, I loved redheads. Our eyes met, and a foolish grin broadened my face. She returned my smile, gorgeous dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks, transforming her face from simply beautiful to absolutely stunning. My heart beat faster; she seemed pleased to see me.

I stood in line behind a cute twenty-year old, her curly, brunette hair falling about her purple hoodie. My eyes traveled down her back to stare at a perky ass covered by a jean skirt; long, tan legs, well-toned, peaked out beneath the frayed edges of her skirt. I wanted to reach out and squeeze her bubbly ass--my cock hardened.

And why couldn't I? It was time to taste my wishes. Gathering my courage, I croaked out, "Hi."

The brunette turned, eyed me up and politely smiled, before turning back.

I can do this! I'm a new man. Reborn. I cleared my throat. "Hi, I'm Mark. What's your name?"

This time the brunette's smile was far friendlier. "Vivian Anders," she answer; her voice had a smokey, sultry quality about it.

The holes my doubt had gnawed were patched over with fresh confidence--this was going to work. "What color are your panties?"

Vivian blinked, clearly taken-aback. "White, with pink polka dots." Her tan face flushed. "Why did I say that?" she whispered, mortified.

"It's all right," I told her, grinning. It actually worked. I could do anything I wanted. No one could stop me, they'd have to do whatever I told them. "You want to please me, don't you. Nothing makes you happier than pleasing me."

She nodded, embarrassment fading and her smile growing. "What else can I do for you, Mark?"

"Can I have everyone's attention!" I yelle loud and confident. I was the man in control now. People had to listen to me; the entire shop full of people turned to face me. "The coffee shop is closed. Everyone, except the staff and Vivian, need to leave immediately! Staff, lock up the store and close the blinds."

There was some grumbling from the customers, and a few clearly seemed confused as they walked out of the shop, wondering why they were listening to some random guy. Mary and Cynthia seemed even more confused as they followed my commands and closed the store.

"Who are you?" asked Cynthia, locking the front door as Mary dropped the blinds.

"Mark," I answered. "And we are going to have a party."

"Umm, sounds wild," purred Cynthia, flashing a wicked smile.

Mary's smile was nervous, and yet there was something smoldering in her green eyes as she looked at me. Vivian bounced on her heels in excitement, clearly eager to please me. Fuck, this was amazing. I was really going to do this. Yesterday, I was a virgin, and now there were three beautiful women about to pleasure me.

"Vivian, Mary, and Cynthia, from now on, nothing in the world makes you happier than to please me."

"And what would please you, Mark?" Cynthia purred, licking her lips. She was definitely a wild girl.

"How about you lovely ladies take off your clothes," I answered. "Let me see those hot bodies of yours."

Cynthia gave a wicked laugh, untied her apron, and quickly pulled her white top off, exposing pale breasts cupped in a black bra. There was a tattoo of a pouncing tiger that ran from below her left breast, down across her stomach, and disappeared into her pants. Flushing a beautiful crimson, Mary pulled her white polo over her head, revealing small breasts covered by a plain, white bra. Vivian's hoodie and shirt were already on the floor and she reached back to unhook her white bra, her large tits straining against the material, waiting to be set free.

"So hot," I groaned; my cock painfully hard in my pants. This was happening; I was about to lose my virginity to three hot girls I just met!

"Yes, we are," purred Cynthia.

Mary kicked off her shoes and slid her pants down her slim legs. Like the bra she wore, her panties were a plain, boring white. I glanced at Cynthia and saw her juicy tits. They were perky and firm, a nice handful, and her nipples were hard, sprouting from the midst of areolas the size of quarters. With the bra off, I could see the tiger's tail wrap around the bottom of her breast, up the left side, and ended just above her areola. She unbuttoned her tight pants and, with a sexy shake, shimmed them off her hips. Underneath was a black, skimpy thong. I could see her tiger tattoo continued across her waist and around onto her right asscheek. Then she pulled her thong off, twirled it around her fingers, and tossed it to me.

Naked, Cynthia placed her hands on her hips, giving me a challenging, lust-filled stare. "You like what you're looking at, tiger?"

"Yeah," I breathed.

Her pussy was beautiful. Fully shaved. Red lips slighty spread, hinting at the warm, wet depths. A small voice whispered at the back of my mind, telling me this was wrong. I ignored it. I was a new man. I didn't need to feel guilt anymore. My cock ached, wanting to plunge into her juicy depths.

I turned to Vivian, and her large, full tits were free and as tan as the rest of her fine body, except for two triangular patches covering her dark nipples. Clearly, she didn't sunbathe topless. Her panties were indeed white and covered in pink polka dots. Vivian stepped out of her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed, brunette bush and the tan lines left by her bikini bottoms.

"I've never done this before," she giggled. "I don't usually put out to a guy I just met."

"You look smoking hot," I panted, my cock aching to burst free of my pants.

"Thank you!"

Then I looked at the beautiful Mary. She fumbled with her bra's clasp; her face was almost as red as her hair. Clasp finally undone, she shyly slid the straps off her shoulders and revealed small, perky breasts spotted with freckles and dusky-pink, turgid nipples.

I grinned at her, "Damn, those are some lovely tits."

She smiled back, "Thanks."

Confidence ballooned in her, and her green eyes smoldered as she stared at me. She stood up straighter, her perky breasts thrust out. Her fingers slid into the waistband of her plain, white panties, quickly pulling them off. Her pussy was hidden by a forest of bright auburn, and very curly, pubic hair.