The Devil's Pact Pt. 02

Chapter One

Tracing the movements of Sister Theodore Mariam, like all the nuns of the Order of Mary Magdalene, proved impossible. That she played a devastating role in the rise of the Tyrants is obvious. One simply has to witness the Miracle to see her hand at work.

----excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

I stretched Sally out on the living room floor, her perky breasts jiggling wonderfully, topped with dark-brown nipples. She was a beautiful woman, her lithe body tanned a rich, dark-olive, with slim hips and a completely shaved pussy; her slit so tight my mouth watered. While I mostly liked men, Sister Louise had taught me how to love a woman on a California beach in the weeks after she freed me from Kurt.

She was one of Tex's Thralls. I had been sent to Phoenix to exorcise a Warlock, a man who had made a Pact with the Adversary, selling his soul for three wishes. My search had led me to Tex. He had enslaved this woman, and several others, and I would see them all freed. Especially Mable.

That was my duty. I was Sister Mariam Theodore, a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene, sworn to fight the darkness and liberate all those poor souls enslaved by wicked men and women like Tex.

I was in Mable's house across the street from Tex's. Mable had been stolen from her husband Newt by Tex, her mind controlled by the Warlock and turned into his sex slave. Dealing with a Warlock was dangerous and before I could make my attack I needed some information from Sally. And to do that, I needed to make her cum.

After fingering Raelene to an orgasm, my pussy burned for satisfaction. Sally was coming around; the Shama prayer that had stunned her was wearing off. I knew I shouldn't do this, but since all my sins were forgiven, and I was saving this woman, I gave in. I straddled her face, gently placing my pussy against her mouth, aching for a nice cum.

Her breath was warm on my vulva, tickling and driving me crazy with anticipation. Her legs started to move, her head shifted sightly, pinned between my thighs. I grabbed her arms, leaning over her, ready to subdue her. She suddenly struggled, fighting to escape.

"What the hell?" she gasped. "What's going on!"

"You're going to eat my pussy," I purred, pressing my aching sex into her lips and rubbing across her face. Her response was muffled. "Just start licking, Sally. Eat me! You're not getting up until you do."

She shouted something that sounded like a no.

I ground my pussy harder against her. I was dripping wet, smearing my juices across her mouth and chin. I was so wet, I surely must be leaking juices across her face. She thrashed again, but I was stronger than her, my body pinning hers. I leaned over more, pushing my face between her thighs and inhaling the spicy flavor of her desire.

"Just lick, slut!" I commanded. "You're not getting back to your husband until you make me cum!" Tex had made all his sex slaves think they were his wives--the pervert.

Her thrashing stopped. She breathed heavily on my cunt.

"Lick me, bitch!"

Her tongue pushed through my aching labia into my pussy. Pleasure rippled out, a slow wave matching the slow swipe of her tongue. I groaned, shuddering. So wonderful. She took another lick, and a third. She probed me, sucking my labia into her lips, then her tongue found my clitoris, flicking gently at the sensitive nub.

I buried my face into her snatch, and devoured her. She tasted wonderful. Spicy musk covered my tongue, filling my mouth. I drank her as I sucked and licked. She moaned into me, the sound vibrating through my sensitive folds. I wiggled my tongue into her pink hole, her pussy twitching about it as I used my nimble organ as a tiny cock, my chin nudging her clitoris. She loved that, bucking and moaning beneath me, and munching my pussy harder.

Her moans grew louder, and her body began twitching beneath mine. I sucked and kissed and tongued her vulva, moving closer and closer to her clitoris. Her teeth nipped at my clitoris, and I gasped. She did it a second time, and my orgasm suddenly exploded through me. I shuddered atop her, flooding her face with my sticky juices.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, shoot! That's it! Make me cum! Oh, yeah!"

One last shudder passed through me, then my orgasm faded away. I buried my face back into her tasty pussy, lapping and sucking. I needed to make her cum. She gasped and moaned, still nuzzling my pussy, and building a second smaller orgasm inside me. I nipped at her clitoris, and she thrashed beneath me, spicy juices squirting out of her cunt and drenching my face.

I lifted my head up, her moaning lips setting off my second orgasm, and gasped, "Rechem!"

I rolled off of Sally, she lay panting on the floor, her face sticky with my juices. I flipped around, stretching out on the carpet next to her, and licked my juices off her mouth, unable to resist tasting my own spicy flavor. Sally didn't say anything, she just kept staring at the ceiling.

"Sally, how many women, besides Raelene, are still in the house?"

"Two," she answered, her voice a monotone drawl. "Natalee and Idelle."

I smiled; the Rechem prayer was working. Any Thrall under its effects would tell me anything I wanted to know, even if their Warlock had forbidden them to speak of it. I had bypassed his control on her soul. I started questioning her and planning my next move.

Chapter Two

I learned that most of what my parents told me were lies. But one thing I knew for certain--they greatly loved each other.

----excerpt from The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mary Sullivan -- Spaneway, WA

I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe it was because I was a new woman. When I woke up this morning, I was simply Mary Sullivan--college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And, in a few minutes, his presence had transformed me and awakened desires long buried in my heart. This wonderful man had showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience.

He had peered into my soul and I had peered into his, and we had found the same thing--love.

Now I'm his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me--known my body--more intimately than anyone had before. He he tasted every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt, which was still a little sore. But it was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark's cock plunging deep into me, and how good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass before. My ex-boyfriend Mike had always begged me for anal. I had always said no, thinking it was too dirty, and fearing it would be painful.

Instead, Mark showed me that it could be so pleasurable.

I guess the reason I never let Mike bugger me was trust--I didn't trust him not to hurt me. He always had cared more about his own pleasures than mine. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely made my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs, but I never could get him to eat my pussy.

I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom's Honda after prom. He had been my only lover, so I didn't really know what I was missing out on until Mark.

And I hadn't just been missing out on the the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires--ones I had buried so deep I didn't even know they existed--and exposed them. With my co-worker Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman.

Her tongue had felt amazing on my pussy, and her vulva had been like warm silk on my lips. She had this sweet, tangy flavor that had been delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I used to get so excited to practice French kissing at slumber parties when I was younger, and why I could still vividly remember the locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates.

I glanced at Mark and my face flushed and my heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just couldn't resist. He wasn't particularly handsome. Some fat under his chin made his face look too round. And he was a bit overweight; his body was soft with a the start of a drooping gut and love handles. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.

Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn't better looking then Mike, but I had noticed him the moment he had walked into my work last night. And it was me that Mark had fallen in love with. Not wild Cynthia, so experienced with sex, and always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she had met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smoky, bedroom voice and cow-large breast--the type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.

I looked back at the Starbuzz one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning, I had entered a timid girl and now I was leaving a confident woman; a woman that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked in every possible way. For Mark, I've become such a dirty tramp. It made him happy, and that made me happy.

"Do you have a car?" he asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore, like he was reaching into my soul and playing me like violin--a master violinist making me sing perfectly for him.

"Not really," I answered. "Mike has a truck, but he didn't want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all." I didn't bother to hide my irritation. "I had to take the bus."

"What an asshole." He shook his head and led me over to a beat-up, maroon Ford car.

Mike was an asshole. I'm glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I had broken up with him. It wasn't the most orthodox breakup, and I felt a little guilty about it. I wasn't sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt while I did it. There was no denying just how hard I came while humiliating Mike.

It was kinda fun humiliating a guy.

Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. I started to say something, but stopped, not wanting to say something mean. That wouldn't make Mark happy. "You like McDonalds," I quipped lamely.

"Sorry," he said, flushing with embarrassment. "I...shit. I'm really sorry." He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.

"Clearly, you haven't had a girlfriend in a while," I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.

"No," he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. "But I got you now."

My heart melted, and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. My asshole ex-boyfriend hadn't said nice things to me in years. Mark's arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand sliding down, and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he's been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car, climbing in and starting the engine. A fan belt screeched, then the motor coughed and chugged to life.

Mark looked at me. "No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn't the most flattering on you."

"Mare?" I asked, pretending to be indignant. "Mare? What am I, your horse?"

Mark blinked. "I...uh...sorry. I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary." He became flustered easily, and I couldn't help but to giggle; he was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn't offended. "Aren't you my filly now?" he asked, jokingly.

I neighed, and broke out laughing. "I guess that makes you my stallion."

Mark leaned over to me. "Your stallion, huh." He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. "Your stallion's feeling a little frisky."

Feeling bold, I rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. "Mmhh, yes you are," I purred in agreement. I blushed, surprised at my wantonness. There was something about Mark that just drew out my deep desires.

Mark's hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. My pussy grew hot and wet; my juices soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against the fabric, as my fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out. He was warm in my hands, throbbing with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.

Mark pulled my white polo shirt up, and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. Then he reached behind me and fumbled at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped, my tits were bare, and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.

There was a loud rap on the window, startling me, and a middle aged woman screamed at us, "Perverts!"

I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbuzz's parking lot. I covered my breasts as Mark gave me his boyish grin. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare," he told me in his commanding voice. "Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn't ever hide them."

His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion's hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The woman snorted in disgust and pulled her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.

"Let's find something a little more private," he said, and I squeezed his cock in agreement.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I drove Mary and me to the alley behind the grocery store at the other side of the parking lot. I climbed out of the car, walking quickly around to Mary's side, opening the door. I held out my hand to her.

"My lady," I smiled.

She blushed and grasped my hand with her right, so warm and soft. I caressed the back of her hand with my thumb, then I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it softly, like she was a lady at a fancy bar instead of a topless barista. She smiled happily up at me.

"Thank you, sir," she politely answered, nodding her head, and then she giggled.

Her nipples were hard, poking up from her perky, freckled breasts, and I could smell a faint, spicy-sweet aroma on the air--her excitement. I spun her about and pushed her forward against the hood of my car, rubbing her delightfully plump ass through her khaki pants. Mary unbuttoned them and shoved them down her legs, the pants bunching up around her ankles.

"Oh, god, you're so sexy!" I moaned, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her plain, white panties and pulling them down her legs.

Her ass was gorgeous, pale and round, and I could just see a hint of her red fur peaking between her legs. I spread those apart, and there was her pussy in all its glory, red pubic hair soaked with her wonderful musk. My cock ached for her. I fumbled with my pants, letting them drop to my ankles. I lined my shaft up with her hole, and thrust into her wet depths.

"Oh, fuck, Mark!" she gasped, falling forward onto her elbows on the hood.

I buried into her hard, fucking her from behind, my groans mixed with her gasps as we both enjoyed the pleasure. She thrust back, her pussy hot and wet as I plunged in and out of her. My balls slapped against her clit every time I buried in her wonderfully wet depths.

"You're filling me up!" she groaned. "Oh, yes!"

"My naughty filly!" I grunted. "I love to be inside you!"

Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my cock, and I let out a low, loud moan of rapture. I drove into her over and over, savoring the sweet way her pussy walls rubbed against the sensitive tip of my dick. Pleasure burst through my body; I never wanted to pull out of her cunt. I loved this creature so much; I just wanted to stay this way forever.

"My sweet filly!" I gasped. "My sweet, naughty filly!"

"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck your filly! Fuck me hard, my big stallion. Oh, god! Your cock's so great!"

I fucked her hard and fast, pushing her against my car with every thrust. Her back rippled as she writhed on the hood, her auburn hair spilling dark-red across her pale skin. I grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head back; her green eyes flashed at me over her shoulder and her cunt squeezed down on my cock.

"Ride your filly!" she moaned. "Ride me hard! Pull my hair! I feel so slutty! I love it, Mark!"

Mary suddenly sat up straight, pushing her back into my chest. It was almost like she was showing her tits off. I looked over her shoulder and saw a young man, eighteen, filming us with his phone at the ally's entrance.

"Are you getting off on being watched?" I hissed in her ear, reaching around with one hand to cup her perky breast.

My filly's cunt squeezed down on my thrusting cock. "Yes! You were right; I have nothing to be ashamed of. My breasts are beautiful!"

I grasped her nipple and pinched it between my fingers. "Yes, they are, Mare!"

"I'm such a naughty, dirty slut!" she screamed, and then her cunt was squeezing my cock as her body bucked and writhed in my embrace. "I'm cumming! I cumming on my stallion's big, hard cock!"

"My filly's so tight!" I moaned, savoring the feel of her cunt constricting around my cock. My balls were tightening, ready to spill their load. "Oh, god. I'm cumming!"

My cum shot into her spasming pussy, three thick loads, and Mary kept moaning and climaxing, her pussy contracting fast and hard. She threw back her head against my chest and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed throughout her body. Panting, I drove my cock into her two more times as her pussy milked the last of my cum.

"That was wonderful," she purred, rubbing her back against me.

I hugged her waist, holding her tight, and let my fingers caresses her stomach and groin, playing with her silky pubic hair as we kissed over her shoulder. She tasted so sweet, so wonderful. I loved my filly so much. My cock softened in the warm embrace of her pussy.

We were in our own world of happiness.

Chapter Three

Most of what we know of the Tyrants' past came through the hard work of my husband Doug. At the time, he was a PI in the employee of Brandon Fitzsimmons.

--excerpt from 'The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy', by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan

Mark held me, and I savored the wonderful glow of our shared orgasm in the alley behind the Safeway. His strong arms were wrapped around me, and his fingers toyed with my curly pubic hair, while I pressed my back into his chest. I loved being held by my stallion. We were in our own, private world, just the two of us, and nothing could--

The young man was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the guy watching us fuck had made me feel hot and sexy, the man watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the young man and he just smirked like an punk asshole.