The Devil's Pact Pt. 03

Chapter One

Alison de la Fuentes's origins are as pedestrian as all those in the Tyrants' inner circle. She was only a middling student at a local community college when she encountered them.

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

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Mark Glassner -- South Hill

Mary and I exited the Heavenly Creature's Salon, arm's wrapped around each other's waists. "Where's your car?" Mary asked, peering curiously around the parking lot.

"I got rid of that pile of shit," I told her, leading her to my new, silver Mustang. "Here's my new ride, Mare."

Mary raised her eyebrows at the car. "How'd that happened?"

"I traded my car for it."

"How can you do that? Everyone just does what you tell them to."

It was simple, I made a deal with the Devil and now people have to do what I tell them, happily and willingly. But I didn't want to tell Mary that. "If you really want to know, I'll tell you tonight. Think carefully about it. You won't like the answer."

She frowned at me, her auburn eyebrows furrowing. "What does that mean?"

"Just think about it," I told her. I could tell her to just forget about it. But something stopped me. I loved her. It didn't feel right making her do what I wanted to. She wasn't like the other women. I kissed her on forehead. "I love you."

She blushed and smiled. "Love you too, hun." Her lips were soft and warm as she kissed me. "So you're going to buy me new clothes?"

"I am," I told her. "You can get whatever you want. No matter the cost."

"Well then, I hope you can keep up."

"I'm your stallion. I have loads of stamina." At least sexual stamina. Another thing I received from the Devil, as well as a long, healthy life.

She giggled. "I bet you do." Her hand grasped my cock and felt it hardened beneath her touch. Then she slipped into the passenger seat of my Mustang. "Come on," she said impatiently.

"Okay, Mare," I said, adjusting my cock in my pants. I slid into my new Mustang and started her up; the engine roared gloriously to life.

"The Mustang fits you," Mary said as I backed out of the space. "You're free from the rules of society. You're a wild horse roaming the plains, mounting any filly you want."

I grinned at her.

"You can have all the filly's you want, just remember I'm your number one mare."

"Forever," I answered and she nodded. "Of course, you're free to mount just as many fillies."

Mary laughed in a rich, musical timbre. "How would two fillies fuck?" she asked. "I don't think mounting would work. Maybe they would just back into each other to rub pussies together."

I laughed, picturing two horses pressing their rears together.

"Maybe they would take turns licking," I suggested, stopping at the light at the parking lot's exit. Across the street was our destination, the South Hill Mall.

Mary laughed harder. "Like...a salt...lick,?" she gasped between laughs. Her laugh was contagious and I found myself joining her. She turned a bright red and it was a minute before she regained her composure. "I've always wanted horses," she said after she caught her breath. "I remember the last summer before..." she trailed off, sadness flickering across her face. "The summer before my mom left, she took me out riding in the mountains. They were majestic creatures. Have you ever ridden a horse?"

"No," I said with a shake of my head. The light turned green and I crossed Meridian. "Maybe we could go riding together."

Mary smiled at me. "I would like that."

I found a place to park. I used the remote to lock the car and chuckled as all the lights flashed and the horn honked. I never had a car with remote locks before; I unlocked it and locked it again. Horn beeped, electronic locks whirled, car lights strobed.

Mary watched with an amused expression. "Having fun?"

"Yeah," I said, unlocking the car again. She rolled her eyes at me and I grinned at her, and locked the door. "Fine, I'm finished."

Arms wrapped around each other's waist, we headed into the mall.

* * *

Alison Hertz

I woke up with my face buried beneath the covers and something thick and hard stuck into my pussy. I pushed down the covers and found myself face to face with a sleeping woman. It took me a moment to remember who she was. Zelda.

We had a wild time last night, my subconscious whispered.

Zelda was a punk-rocker, her black hair spiked up into a mohawk, the tips dyed red. I could see her small breasts, barely more than a bee stings, but with fat nipples pierced with gold rings that I vaguely remember pulling on last night. A green serpent was tattooed on her right breast, and my fingers traced the snake as it circled her breast to her pink nipple.

Someone shifted in the bed, pressing against me. A guy with a muscular chest and a hard cock. Last night was starting to come back to me. I had used my fake ID to get into the Thudding Base Club last night--it was stupid that I was an adult, almost nineteen, and I couldn't legally buy beer--and my subconscious had noticed Zelda and Spike grinding on each other. They were hot, and my desires practically compelled me to go and join them.

My subconscious never steered me wrong, and what little I could remember of last night had been hot.

Spike's hard cock prodded my ass, and my blood started pumping. Let him fuck our ass, my desire whispered. Imagine that nice, hard cock reaming our tight asshole until we scream.

I wiggled my hip, then frowned; there was definitely something shoved up my cunt. I reached down and felt the narrow end of a beer bottle, the thick end shoved up my pussy. How absolutely wicked! I loved fucking my pussy with beer bottles, just ask anyone that ever partied with me! You didn't even need to get a beer in me; I loved to show off my little cunt stretched around a thick bottle.

"You awake?" grunted Spike; he was dry humping me now, leaving streaks of precum across my ass.

"Yeah," I grinned. "You wanna fuck my ass?"

"Damn, Addison, you are one hot slut!"

"Alison," I corrected.

"Whatever," he grunted, gripping my hips.

He shoved his unlubed cock up my ass! I gasped, savoring the depraved experiences. I was a nymphomaniac. Ever since I had lost my virginity at fourteen to a High School Senior, I had craved to get fucked. My subconscious was on overdrive steering me to fuck any cock or eat any pussy I could get my hands on.

That's all a little slut like us are good for, my subconscious whispered. We need to find a nice, strong man to dominate us. Imagine that.

It sounded wonderful. I wanted my daddy to dominate me, but he was the one man I always chickened out on seducing, much to my subconscious's disappointment. He was a great dad, even if he was a little bemused at the wild girl he raised. Sometimes, I wondered if I would have turned out as such a slut if my mom hadn't died in childbirth with me.

I hoped I would have. I loved every second of being a slut.

"Fuck my ass!" I groaned as spike pounded me.

Zelda stirred, her brown eyes flicking open. "Umm, you two started without me."

I grabbed her gold nipple piercing and tugged. "There's a bottle shoved up my twat, why don't you fuck me with it?"

"What a slut you are, Annie!"

"Alison," I moaned as she shoved the beer bottle deeper. "Oh, fuck! I'm stuffed full!"

"Yeah you are!" grunted Spike. "You like the feel of my monster up your ass!"

"You know it!" I moaned. "Harder! Make me scream!"

I was lost in a sea of lust; a bottle reamed my pussy and a cock reamed my ass. I was a slut, and I loved every second of it. I pulled on Zelda's nipples, delighting in the punk-girl's moans. Her thighs wrapped around my legs; her soaking pussy humped against my knee.

"Dirty whore!" I groaned. "Are you gonna hump my leg like a disgusting bitch?"

"Yeah," purred Zelda. "We're both disgusting bitches!"

"Yes!" I gasped, shuddered, and my orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane. I writhed between the two near-strangers fucking me, my pussy working around the bottle, trying to squeeze it out, while my ass spasmed around Spike's invading cock. "Keep fucking me! I want to cum even harder!"

"What a dirty, fucking whore!" Spike grunted, jabbing his cock in with hard, quick strokes. "Work that ass on my cock! I'm gonna fill your dirty ass then make you lick my cock clean!"

"Oh, yes! Do it! Make me be your whore!" I gasped. Was Spike the guy to dominate me?

No, my subconscious whispered, he's too much of a poser. He could never fully dominate us. We're too wild!

Zelda's hips humped faster, her juicy cunt sliding about my leg, coating me in her wonderful honey. Her face twisted and I tugged even harder on her nipples rings, stretching her breasts. Her eyes widened, and then she shuddered.

"Ohh, fuck!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Pussy juices flooded my knee as the punk-girl came.

"That's it, bitch!" I cooed. "Cum all over my knee like the dirty slut you are!"

"Ohh, I'm gonna fuck your pussy raw!" Zelda grinned and it was my turn; my eyes widened as she fucked the bottle faster and faster inside me.

Another orgasm built and built, then exploded inside me. "Ohh, you dirty whore!" I screamed, spasming against Spike.

He grunted, clearly loving all the wonderful things my cumming ass was doing to his cock, then he spilled in me. Wonderful, hot, sticky cum flooded my ass. I groaned and panted, savoring the delightful, depraved sensation. He pulled out, rolling over on his back and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the table.

I crinkled my nose. I never could stand the smell. I rolled out of bed, the bottle slipping out of my cunt, and padded to what looked like my clothes lying on the floor. "I'm gonna use your shower," I said over my shoulder.

"Aren't you gonna lick my cock clean?" he asked.

"I hate cigarettes," I shrugged. "So you're gonna have to make me."

I walked into the bathroom, he didn't follow. My subconscious was right; he was just a poser. The water was warm on my body, and I washed all the filth off me and wondered what I should do for the day. I should probably go to college, but that didn't sound fun. All my professors were fat or old or both, ruining all my dreams of being a teacher's plaything.

Daddy would be mad, but going to the mall sounded like more fun.

I smiled, working my soapy hands between my legs; my dad was a sexy man. Maybe after the mall I would seduce him?

You won't, my subconscious whispered. You're not enough of a slut...yet.

Chapter Two

Light in Darkness.

----inscription from the entrance of the Motherhouse of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, Rennes-le-Château, France

Mark Glassner

Mary and I walked slowly around the mall, window shopping and girl watching. The girl watching turned into a kind of game where we would each take turns pointing out a cute girl and whispering what we would like to do to them. Once, Mary pointed out a Latina with a full ass and a tribal tramp stamp and whispered in my ear, "I would love to eat your cum out of her ass," right as this old lady walked by. The old lady looked disgusted at us and we broke out laughing as she stalked away.

The first store Mary led us to was Navy Republic. It was brightly lit and full of colorful clothes. "I love to shop here," Mary told me. She saw something on a rack of clothing and practically flew over to it, grabbing the sleeve of a shirt. "These are so cute!" she exclaimed as she browsed the clothes.

"How are you doing today?" a nasally pitched, effeminate young man asked Mary.

I was disappointed, hoping for a cute salesgirl working the register that I could have some fun with while Mary shopped, not some guy. I sighed in disappointment as he explained in excited detail all about the shirts Mary was browsing. I was beginning to suspect he was gay--no straight guy could possibly be that excited about clothing. Oh well, at least he wouldn't be hitting on Mary.

I looked around the store and it was pretty empty save for a beautiful, young woman, pixie slim, with long, blue-back hair streaked with bright, purple highlights. I smiled; guess I was going to have some fun after all. She wore floral print tank top that was cut short enough to expose her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton. Underneath her short jean skirt, she wore hot-pink leggings. The girl held up a top to show an older woman half-hidden behind a clothes rack. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive, and resembled the younger woman. She was either an older sister or was really young when she had her daughter.

"Hey," I told the store clerk. "Go close the security gate and then assist Mary with her shopping. Ignore the fucking going on in the back of the store."

"Oh, absolutely, sir," he said and sauntered off.

Mary glanced back in the young woman, her eyes lighting up. "She's cute." Mary slapped my ass. "Give her a good ride, stallion."

God, I loved Mary. I kissed her before I threaded my way to the back of the store. Behind me, the security gate closed with a clanging rattle. The two women looked at the closing gate in alarm. "It's okay," I told them, smiling pleasantly. "You can keep shopping."

"What's going on," the woman asked, putting a protective arm around the young woman. The older woman was as beautiful as the younger, a lush maturity contrasting with youthful innocence. She dressed in a loose flowing, white sundress covered in sunflowers. The dress fell to mid thigh and was cut low to show off her abundant cleavage. She was a least a cup size larger than the younger woman.

"I'm an inspector," I lied, "and we just need some privacy. Nothing to be frightened about." Both women relaxed. "I'm Mark."

"I'm Laura," the woman in the sundress said, "and this is my daughter, Melody."

"Hi," Melody greeted in a chipper voice. "Today's my birthday. I turned eighteen."

"How sweet," I said. "Well, I think I have a birthday present for you."

Her eyes widened in excitement. "Free clothes!" she shrieked, and threw her arms around me in a hug.

Her body was warm and firm against me, her small breasts pressing softly into my chest. She smelled of lilac. It was nice for the brief moment it lasted, then the gal moved away, blushing in embarrassment.

"I need to inspect both of your bodies because I'm a female body inspector," I said, using the lamest line I had ever seen on a T-Shirt. "And I need you both to cooperate one hundred percent. So, Laura, I need to see your breasts."

Laura nodded and pulled her sundress over her head. She wore a lacy, red bra and matching red, transparent panties. "Damn, Mom, what's with the sexy underwear? You and Tony going to get frisky tonight?" Melody asked with a sly grin. "On my birthday?"

"Maybe," Laura quipped. "You were going out with your friends, right?"

I noticed the wedding band on Laura's finger. "You call your dad, Tony?" I asked Melody.

"My step-dad," Melody scowled. "He's alright."

Laura reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits were large and round, marred only by the tiniest of stretch marks. Her areolas were the largest I had ever seen, as big as a silver dollar. "Melody, play with your mom's nipples until they're hard."

Melody's slim fingers reached out, caressing her mother's areola, circling the pink flesh as Laura's nipple hardened. Laura sighed softly as her daughter's fingers slid across to the other breast. Melody squeezed her mom's tit, then rubbed her palm across the nipple in slow circles. When she finished, both mother and daughter were flushed with excitement; Melody's nipples pressed hard against her blouse.

"Very nice," I smiled. "Panties next."

Laura shrugged out of her panties. A black, triangular patch of hair grew above the bare lips of her pussy. A gold ring pierced the hood of her clit, glinting sexily.

"Fuck, Mom!" Melody cursed in surprise. "When did you get your cunny pierced?"

Laura blushed. "Well, I had a...wild youth," she answered, delicately. "And, um, Tony, he likes to, um, play with it."

"Okay Melody, time to see how you stack-up compared to your mother."

Melody grinned impishly. "I think I stack-up very well," she boasted.

She peeled off her top revealing a hot-pink bra. It quickly followed the shirt to the floor. Her breasts were small, firm, and perky, topped with tiny, pink nipples. Next she kicked off her stylish, black shoes and then wiggled out of her jean skirts. Lastly she peeled off the pink leggings and a pair of pink panties. Her ass was slim, her legs slender, and her pussy was tight and shaved bare, a hard clit peeking out of its hood.

"You both are very beautiful." I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my half-hard dick.

"What do you plan on doing with that," Melody asked, eyeing my cock nervously.

"It's your birthday present," I told Melody. "But I need you and your mom to get it ready. So, both of you, start sucking."

Mother and daughter knelt before me. Laura grasped my dick and licked up one side. Melody copied her mom, licking up the other side. My dick hardened. It was so wrong, and hot, to watch a mother and daughter slide their wet tongues up my shaft. They both reached the tip, tongues swirling wetly over the head.

They both jumped back when their tongues brushed together about my cock. "Don't be scared to kiss, ladies. Both of you have long desired each other. Be courageous and explore your new desires."

Their mouths were hot on my cock as they kissed around it. Laura reached out slowly, tenderly, and cupped her daughter's perky tit. Melody moaned as her mother delicately rolled her hard nipple between her fingers. Laura's sucked the tip of my dick into her wet and warm mouth and Melody mouth moved to kiss her mother's cheek; the girl's pink lips moved lower, down her mother's sloping neck to her breastbone. Laura sucked harder on my cock as her daughter's lips enveloped her hard nipple and she nursed.

"Are they related?" Mary asked. She had several blouses folded over one arm. Behind her, the clerk had even more clothes draped over his arm.

"Yeah, mother and daughter," I moaned as Laura bobbed her head on my cock. "Did you find something you like?"

"Gabe and I have come up with a few outfits," Mary answered. "You have fun, hun."

I kissed her. "I love you, Mare."

"Even with another woman's mouth on your cock?" Mary asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

"Well she's sucking my cock pretty well," I said, pretending to consider. "Yeah, even with her mouth on my dick."

"Good," she answered with a smile and kissed me. "C'mon, Gabe." Mary led the clerk to the changing rooms at the back of the store.

I glanced down at the two women, Melody sucking hard at her mother's tit. My eyes followed the lines of her back to her slim ass. I pulled my cock out of Laura's sweet mouth and knelt down behind Melody.

Laura threw back her head, moaning and cradling her daughter to her tit. "Oh, my sweet child," she moaned. "I've missed nursing you."

I knelt down behind Melody, and gripped her waist, lifting her up so she was on her knees, still sucking at her mom's tit. "Here's your birthday present," I moaned and thrust my cock into her wet cunt. She was tight, like a vice, and so fucking warm.

"Oh, fuck!" the teen gasped, "Christ, he's bigger than Dillon! He's stretching my cunny so good, Mom! So much nicer than my boyfriend!"

"Happy birthday, Melody," Laura purred, stroking her daughter's face. She bent down and captured her daughter's lips in a loving kiss. "I got a present for you, too, songbird." Her mom sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide before Melody's face. Laura's cunt was wet, pussy lips spread wide open. "Eat Momma's cunny!" Melody leaned down, pink tongue sliding up her mother's slit as I fucked harder into her tight sheath.