The Devil's Pact Pt. 02

"Oh, God, Mark knows his way around a pussy," Erin gasped, then vindictively added, "Unlike some men I know."

"I try," Bill complained.

"Not hard enough," Erin retorted. "Fuck, his tongue is wiggling inside me. Keep doing that!"

"You're always complaining and nagging!" he roared, the kiosk rocking with the force of his thrusts into Jessie's cunt. "Nothing I do is good enough for you, Erin!"

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" moaned Jessie.

Erin rubbed her cunt on my face and gasped, "Oh, fuck! That's good! And I wouldn't complain if you weren't fucking some goddamn whore."

"Hey!" protested Jessie, wiggling her ass on Bill's cock. "I'm not a whore. I'm just giving good customer service!"

Erin's left hand gripped my head and she let out a low, throaty moan. Juices squirted into my mouth as she came hard. "Oh, God! Oh, fucking God! I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck, that's amazing."

I stood up, wrapped my arms around Erin, and tried to kiss her. She turned her head, and I kissed her cheek instead. Oh, well. I told her to fuck me, not kiss me. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the head against her wet labia. I moved it up and down, bumping her clit, and finally found her pussy's entrance. Her cunt was hot, and it was so wild burying my cock into a married woman's hole.

Her husband watching, helpless to stop me, just made it hotter!

"God, Bill," I moaned. "Your wife is nice and tight."

"Fuck you!" Bill yelled.

"Sorry, Bill. I'm having too much fun fucking your wife." Erin's legs wrapped tight around my waist, her hips were fucking me back.

"Oh, god!" Erin moaned. "He's deep in my pussy, Bill."

Bill panted, he was fucking Jessie hard now. "He doesn't feel as good as my cock?" he asked, a desperate catch to his voice.

"He feels...different." Erin watched her husband fuck Jessie. "Is her pussy better than mine?"

"It's, oh fuck, different," he panted.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum!" gasped Jessie. She let out a muffled squeal as she came, bucking on the counter.

"Damn, that feels amazing," Bill groaned, fucking Jessie hard and deep. "Here it comes, whore!" He grunted, his face squeezed shut, and he buried himself in Jessie's pussy. Then pulled out and stumbled back, panting, white cum dripping out of Jessie's cunt.

Bill gave one look at me, then he snarled and lunged, grabbing my shoulder and trying to pull me out of his wife. Luckily, her legs were wrapped tight about me, keeping me buried in her inviting cunt.

"Let go, Bill," I ordered. "Stand there and watch me fuck your wife." Feeling vindictive, I added, "If watching me fuck your wife turns you on, you can jack off!"

Jessie stretched, a flood of cum running down her legs. "Thank you, Bill," she said in her bubbly voice, "I had a lot of fun satisfying you!"

I looked at the crowd watching. "Jessie, bend back over that counter. There are plenty of men who still need satisfaction." I looked at the crowd, fucking Erin slowly. "Who wants a go on Jessie?" A pimply faced Buy Best employee named Kevin shot his hand into the air faster than any of the other guys. "Kevin, start fucking her cunt. Anyone else who wants to fuck her, form a line."

Jessie squealed in delight, "So big!" as Kevin buried his cock into her cunt.

"Oh, god, I've wanted to fuck you for so long," Kevin moaned.

Several men formed a line behind him. The pimply faced kid pumped his hips like a jackhammer and came in just a few strokes before he stumbled away gasping for air. The next guy in line, an overweight fifty year old, stuck his cock into Jessie's messy pussy.

"Come on, Erin, I'm sorry," Bill pleaded. "You don't need to keep fucking him."

"You came in that slut's pussy," Erin hissed accusingly, writhing her hips as I fucked her, "so he can cum in my pussy!"

"Sorry," Bill mumbled.

I groped Erin's large tits through her dress and bra, feeling hard nipples. Erin nibbled on my ear and clawed at my back. "Are you enjoying watching me get fucked, Bill?" Erin asked her husband.

"No," Bill answered.

"Then why's your cock hard?" Erin asked. "You like watching your slutty wife getting plowed!" Her pussy was squeezing pleasantly on my cock. "I like you watching, honey. It's making me feel so sexy and naughty!"

"Does it, Erin?" Bill asked, hesitantly.

"Mhh," she moaned. "It does. Knowing you're getting hard watching me is making me so hot."

My hand slid down her back, squeezing her rear. I pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass, and slid my fingers down her crack. I pushed one into her tight asshole, sinking into her velvety flesh to the first knuckle. Her cunt tightened on my cock, and she gasped and bucked on me, laughing throatily.

"Ohhh, I like your finger up my ass," she cooed in my ear. "Bill never plays with my asshole."

"It's dirty," Bill protested.

Erin's cunt squeezed my cock as I fingered her ass. "Oh, God! I'm such a slut!" she moaned. "Watch as I cum, Bill!"

Her cunt spasmed on me as she came, milking my cock. That was too much, and my balls erupted, spurting three large loads into her womb. I drove into her one last time, making sure every drop of my spunk filled her cunt, and then I pulled out and grinned at her husband.

"Your wife has a nice pussy!"

"Yeah," he muttered, still jerking his pud.

"Stick your cock in my cum-filled cunt," she begged her husband.

Bill stared lustfully at his wife. "I want to, Erin," he moaned.

"Then hurry up, Bill," she panted. "My cunt's all wet and sticky."

"I can't seem to move." He glanced at me, pleading with his eyes.

"You can move again, Bill," I told him. Bill was in his wife by the time I finished the sentence, their limbs wrapped around each other and their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"Your cock feels so good in me," Erin cooed. "I love you, Bill!"

"Oh, Erin! Love ya too, babe!"

I grabbed my new phone from Oscar. "Thanks," I told the manager. "I want you to grab the best windows laptop you have, and some accessories. Ring them up for me for free and leave the bag at the front register for me. Then you can join in the orgy."

"Of course, sir," Oscar said and headed off to follow my orders.

I surveyed the crowd of about twenty people who were watching. There were more than a few lookers, a pair of blondes, an exotic Middle-Eastern girl, and a busty raven-haired beauty. My cock, enhanced by my Pact with the Devil, rose to the occasion.

"What should we do now?" I asked the crowd with a grin.

Chapter Five

The Zhana Prayer is one of the staples of the Priestess's powers. With it, they shall wrest control of your Thralls and turn those you trust most against you. Only with the Zimmah Ritual can you ward your servants from their touch.

--excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

Sally stumbled across the street and stretched out next to Raelene. After interrogating her, I ate her juicy pussy to another orgasm and put her under the Zanah prayer like I had with Raelene. Now I had two weapons against the Warlocks. Our conversation had been very informative, and Sally had answered all my questions in a droning voice. I had a plan now; Tex would be exorcised by dinner time.

Only two women were inside the house, a Black woman named Idelle, and Natalee, the First Wife. Apparently, Tex had turned his own wife into a Thrall, and she was in charge whenever Tex wasn't around. Tex himself would be gone all day. He liked to take a few of his girls to work the street corners of Phoenix.

"He prostitutes you?" I had asked Sally in shock.

She nodded. "It's our job. We have to earn money." A shadow of a grin, almost wicked, passed across her lips. "Tex likes to watch us with other men. We do everything. Men pay for blowjobs. They fuck our asses, and a few have even pissed on us."

I couldn't wait for Tex to get home so I could make him pay!

I would have four of his Thralls under my power. He'd never see our attack coming. I was whistling with joy; the fucking pervert deserved what I was going to do to him. I walked passed the sunbathing Sally and Raelene; Tex had ordered his Thralls to spend two hours a day maintaining their golden tans if they weren't working the street for him. I climbed the porch steps two at a time, excitement buzzing through me, and rang the doorbell. I wetted the index finger of my right hand with my pussy juices, and tensed, ready to spring on whichever woman answered the door.

It was Idelle. The beautiful, mocha-skinned woman had only a moment to react before my left hand clapped over her mouth, pushing her into the house and against the small foyer's wall, while my right hand snaked at her forehead. I deftly drew the Mark of Qayin on her forehead with my pussy-stained finger. The Mark would anchor any prayer I cast upon her. Now marked, I shot my hand between her legs, shoving three fingers up inside her shaved cunt, rubbing my thumb in a fast, hard circle on her clitoris.

I had her cumming in minutes, her large, dark breasts heaving as she shuddered against the wall. I whispered the prayer into her ear and she stiffened and went numb. Now I had three weapons against Tex. I licked my fingers clean of her tart musk as she went back to cleaning the living room, then remoistened my fingers, and set off to find Natalee.

I entered the kitchen, my bare feet padding on the white linoleum patterned with pastel-blue and mauve flowers. It was clean and orderly. Natalee, like Mabel, was into cross stitching, and hung on a wall was depiction of Natalle and Tex's wedding, her in a white dress and him in a black suit, with the words, "May 24th, 1994, Tex and Natalee Together forever," stitched into a pink heart beneath the happy couple.

"The bastard," I hissed, turning his own spouse, who clearly loved him, into another one of his slaves. I was going to make him pay.

"Who the fuck are you?" a woman demanded.

I whirled, a beautiful, young woman, naked, with breasts the size of my head, glared at me. She was young, and may have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was perfect. Her lips, her nose, her breasts, her hips. Flawless. Like a supermodel that had all her small blemishes photoshopped away.

I didn't let that distract me; I had thirteen years experience doing this and my hand shot out without hesitation, drawing the Mark on her forehead. "Shana!" I shouted, wanting to stun her. Tex wouldn't be home for a few hours, more than enough time to put her under the Zanah prayer.

"What the fuck?" the woman demanded.

I gaped at her; the prayer didn't work. And then I saw the aura outlining her--silver. She didn't have a Black aura of a Thrall like Idelle or even the red aura of a Warlock. She was silver, just a regular human. He didn't enslave his wife; she was his willing partner. He must have used his third wish to give her the most beautiful, female form in existence.

She punched me in the stomach. I doubled over, the air whooshing out of my lungs. My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor. Oh, shoot! I screwed up. I hadn't even considered that a normal person would be mixed up in this. I needed backup; there were three Thralls nearby I had imprinted with the Zhana Prayer. I yelled, hoarse and ragged.

Idelle entered, concern painted on her face. Good. "Zha--"

My trigger word was interrupted; Natalee grabbed my blonde hair and pulled my face into her pussy. Her hips writhed, rubbing her sopping vulva across my lips, filling my nose with her tart musk. I grabbed her hips, pushing against her. If I could just get my mouth free and say the word, Idelle would become my ally.

"She's a feisty one," Natalee breathed. "Grab the rope, sweetie."

"Sure," Idelle said in a helpful tone.

"Now, bitch, you get to lovin' my pussy and stop fighting, or I'll be forced to hurt you."

I pushed harder with my hands, ignoring the pain in my scalp as I tried to rip my hair out of her grip. She was strong, and gathered a second handful of my blonde hair. She humped my face, sighing and purring with delight.

"Suck it! Lick my cunt, bitch! All you beautiful sluts think your pussy so better than the rest of us. But you ain't. You just a dumb slut that'll worship my pussy or I'll strap that ass of yours until its red!"

I was having trouble breathing, drowning in her pussy. She slid it across my lips and nose. I tried to push against her body, but I was having a hard time getting good leverage. My arms burned with the effort, and my scalp felt on fire. Hands grabbed my arms, dark against my pale flesh; Idelle was strong and yanked my hands behind my back, binding my wrists.

"Lick my pussy! Lick it, slut! Show me how much you love it! Dirty whore! Sneaking into my house!"

I had no choice. If I pleasured her, she'd pull her pussy away. I needed to talk to trigger Idelle. So I licked.

"That's it! Lick it! Umm, you love the taste of my pussy, don't you! Mmh, I bet you love to eat cunt! You're a lesbo dyke that loves munching on my twat. That's it. Stick that tongue deep inside me. Umm, that's it. Tongue fuck me, lesbo dyke!"

I pushed down the humiliation and shame; I was a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I would submit to any degradation, surrender to any shame, if that's what it took to defeat evil! I worked my tongue into her pussy, drinking her juices, and pleasuring my captor. Her grip never slackened, but her hips rotated faster and faster.

"Yes, that's it! She's definitely eaten pussy before, Idelle!"

"What a nasty, lesbo dyke!" Idelle giggled. "Can I have a turn after you?"

"Have you cleaned the living room?"

"No," she sighed.

"Then get your Black ass out there and finish!"

"Yes, Natalee!" Idelle squeaked and scurried away.

"Keep eating my pussy, whore! So close! I'm gonna cream your pretty, pussy-loving lips! You want that, don't you! You can't wait to eat my cream! Umm, that's it, whore!"

My lips found her hard clitoris, sucking the bud between my lips. My tongue flicked and batted the sensitive nub. Her gasps grew higher pitch, her writhing hips lost their rhythm, jerking and spasming on my lips. I sucked as hard as I could on that nub.

"You fucking, lesbo dyke!" she screamed. Juices gushed out of her cunt, her pussy muscles contracting. She kept my face pressed into her pussy as her orgasm roared through her. She whooped and hollered like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. Then her hips slowed, her breathing quieted. She chuckled, "That was great my cute, lesbo dyke. You're gonna be our sixth wife. Ain't you excited?"

Not really.

She sighed. I looked up, unable to see her face at all thanks to her huge breasts. "Cumming always makes me have to pee."

Oh, shoot.

Her body relaxed; her grip tightened. I tried to pull away, but my hands were bound behind my back and I had no leverage. Hot, acrid piss splashed in my mouth, overflowing my lips and running down my neck and breasts.

"Drink it, pee slut!" she purred.

I swallowed a mouthful, and more streamed in. She must have drank an entire pitcher of tea, because it seemed like her piss would never stop flowing. She jerked her hips, urine splashed on my face, stinging my eyes. Rivulets ran down my neck, matting my blonde hair. I pushed down the humiliation; I am a Sister of Mary Magdalene! I will overcome any obstacle, no matter how foul!

Her stream died down. "Did you love that? Of course you did, you're a little pee slut."

Her hands let me go; she walked away. I spat on the ground, trying to get that terrible, acrid flavor out of my mouth. I drew in a breath. The vacuum cleaner started up in the living room. "Zhana!" I shouted the trigger as loud as I could. "Zhana! Zhana!"

Idelle kept vacuuming.

"What's that you keep shouting?" Natalee asked, picking up a dish towel out of the sink. "Some foreign speak. You an illegal? But no, not with that blonde hair." She walked back to me, kneeling down. "Dosen't matter."

Then she shoved the dishtowel deep into my mouth. My eyes watered; the strong taste of pine-scented dish soap burned in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she had shoved it deep. The bitch walked out of the kitchen. I crawled on my two knees, trying to force the towel out of my lips. It move slowly, working out bit by bit. It was hard, the towel absorbing my spit and sticking to the roof of my dry mouth. I reached the living room, Idelle vacuuming away. If I could just get--

My head was yanked back; Natalee had a fistful of hair. "Where you going, bitch?"

She pushed the towel back in my mouth, then used the length of nylon stocking to tie the gag firmly into my mouth. Idelle kept vacuuming, a happy smile on her face. Then Natalee dumped me on the couch, and turned the TV on.

"Keep her company," Natalee ordered. "But don't ungag her or untie her. She can watch some TV until Tex gets back and sorts her out."

"Of course," Idelle smiled.

My heart hammered; I closed my eyes, my breathing slowed as I calmed down. I've been in worse spots than this. I began to pray and formulate my escape.

Chapter Six

And from the Buy Best did the seeds our God so vigorously planted sprout. Some of those most loyal to him grew from that wondrous orgy of love.

----The Gospel of April 3:39

Mark Glassner

I surveyed the crowd, smiling at all the fun I was going to have. Behind me, Jessie gasped as the next guy took his place and fucked her, and Bill and Erin moaned and groaned as their bodies heaved together. The crowd brimmed with lust, desire burning in all their faces. They were so close to descending into full debauchery, and I wanted to see that.

"You two blondes, the Middle-Eastern girl, and you with the big tits, come forward!" I barked.

They obeyed; what choice did they have? The four beautiful women named stepped forward and I grinned at them, my eyes drinking in the curves of their body as my cock jutted hard before me, wet with Erin's pussy.

"Names?"

"Marcy," purred the busty, tall girl with raven-black hair.

"I'm Fatima," blushed the dusky, Middle-Eastern girl of about nineteen wearing a headscarf, a conservative blouse, and a long, black skirt.

"I'm Veronica," the blonde with the bad bleach job and red highlights added, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.

The last blonde had sea-gray eyes and had rather nice pair of tits, probably DD's, straining her top. "I'm Ashley," she said, swallowing, her eyes glancing down at my cock with some apprehension.

"Ladies," I ordered them. "Pick a partner and start fucking." I looked at the crowd. "If they choose you, do what they want."

Marcy, the raven-haired woman went straight to the guy she had been with, presumably her boyfriend, and rubbed his cock through his pants. How boring. Maybe I should have specified a stranger?

"You got something for me, Joey?" she purred.

The man smiled. "Oh, fuck yeah, babe." Marcy pulled out Joey's cock, fell to her knees, and just devoured it, bobbing her head furiously as Joey moaned, "Fuck that's good."

She popped the cock out of her mouth. "You like it, sugar?" she asked, the licked up the shaft and sucked his cock back in her wet mouth.

"I love it when you suck me, Marcy."

Veronica had pulled a man out of the crowd. I saw a wedding ring glinting on her fingers as she fumbled with his belt. Another man, her husband I presumed, watch dumbfounded. That's more like it! Veronica pulled the stranger's cock out, and stroked his dick before pointing to the floor. The guy laid down, cock erect, as Veronica wiggled out of her jean shorts and blue panties. My eyes fixed on her neatly-trimmed pussy peaking out through her dark bush. She straddled the guy and sat down on his cock. She let out a low, throaty moan as she sank down all the way on his cock, riding him hard reverse cowgirl style.