The Devil's Pact Pt. 05

"Sure. I'll tell him."

"Thanks."

I hung up, and went back to watching the Fitzsimmons house. Desiree and the pink-haired woman had headed straight back here after the visiting the sex shop. I watched the house for another hour, wondering if Mike was ever going to return my phone call. Well, if he didn't call soon, I'd do a white pages search for him.

My phone rang.Doug Allard," I answered.

"Uh, hi, you wanted to speak to me," a male voice answered. "Something about money."

"Yeah. I'm a P.I. named Doug and your girlfriend Mary--"

"She's not my girlfriend anymore," groused Mike.

"That's right, baby," cooed Minnie in the background. "You just forget all about that nasty bitch."

"Anyway, I need information on her and a guy named Mark."

"Fuck! That's the asshole that stole her from me. Yesterday morning, she called me up and dumped me over the phone while this Mark guy was fucking her. What type of bitch does that?"

"Wow, that's pretty messed up," I admitted. I had heard of some terrible break up stories before, but never one that sadistic. "How long had she known Mark?"

"Fuck if I know! I thought things were going great. We made love the night before, she seemed happy, and then bam! She stabs me in the chest. The bitch even sent me a pic of her getting fucked while going down on another woman."

"She's just a dirty whore," Minnie cooed in the background. "You never needed her. I'll take care of you, baby."

"I want to just beat the bitch's--"

"What the fuck!" a new woman screeched in the background.

Chapter Four

Even before the Tyrants were dominating nations, they dominated any that came into contact with them. They were drunk on power. Men and women were commanded to fall in love, ordered to perform obscene acts, and to revel in the degradation the Tyrants heaped upon them. Their church's propaganda machine did much to obfuscate and twist their early debauchery into something more positive and benevolent than the pure selfishness that truly characterized the Tyrants.

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

Mark Glassner

A terrorist.

It was so wild.

I was a wanted terrorist because I had a little fun in an electronic store. I smiled; the police could do nothing against me. All I had to do was tell them to let me go and they would. There was no one in the world that could stop me. I could do anything.

But all I wanted to do was have fun with my girlfriend.

I smiled the entire drive to Mary's apartment, not that it took long, she just lived ten more blocks up Pacific Avenue in an apartment complex just a block east down 138th Street. It was a lot nicer than mine, with white, stucco buildings that looked freshly painted surrounding a courtyard with a clean swimming pool.

"Crap," Mary groaned. I saw the pickup truck that had picked Mary up from her job Wednesday night. "Mike's home."

"I thought he was supposed to be at work."

"He should be. Of course, you can't ever count on the asshole."

I smiled. "Well, maybe I should talk to him."

"He was an asshole, but he wasn't that much of one," Mary sighed. "So only if he gets out of line."

"Then I hope he does."

She smiled, "You're incorrigible."

"I know. It's why you love me."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. "One of the reasons."

Mary's apartment was on the second floor, and we quickly climbed the stairs. She pulled the keys out of her purse and opened the door. It was a little messy, a few beer bottles and a half-eaten TV dinner littered the coffee table in the small living room; Mary frowned at that. She moved with purpose through the living room and down a short hallway.

"What the fuck!" she screached.

"Mary!" a guy shouted.

"You were cheating on me with that slut!" Mary shouted.

"You're one to talk, you fucking whore!"

My blood boiled; no one called my girlfriend a whore but me. I charged down the hallway.

"Let me go, Mike!"

"I'm gonna teach you some goddamn manners, you fucking whore!"

I burst into the room. A scruffy guy, naked, had his hands on my Mary, squeezing her arm, his face twisted in rage. A naked woman tried to cover her large breasts as she cowered in the bed. The asshole holding my girlfriend balled up his fist.

"Mike, stop moving!" I roared.

Mike, the asshole about to punch my girlfriend, freezing in mid step. Mike was unbalanced, unable to move his arms or legs to try and steady himself, and he crashed to the floor, almost pulling Mary down with him.

"Asshole!" she screamed and kicked him in the side. He grunted, but couldn't do anything to defend himself. Mary kicked him a second time. "I knew it! You were cheating on me with that slut!"

Mike didn't answer.

"You can move, Mike, but only to go stand in the corner!" I growled.

Mary kicked him again, aiming for his balls as he scrambled to his feet and rushed to the corner, his smart phone falling to the floor. Murder shown in his dark eyes as he stood in the corner, his chin, mounted with a soul patch that looked ridiculous, quivered with rage.

"I'll fucking kill you," he promised, staring at me.

"No you won't," I smiled. "Every time you think about killing me, your balls will feel like they've been kicked."

Mike doubled over, gasping in pain. I chuckled and moved over to the bed, sitting down and touching the face of the naked woman. She flinched, her impressive chest heaving with fear.

"How?" she gasped.

"Shh, don't be afraid."

She relaxed.

"What do you think, Mare?"

"I think she should lick my pussy since she fucked my boyfriend."

"Well, he's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Yeah, well, he was once, and I always knew this little skank spread her legs for him."

"Did you?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "All the time. For a year we've been fucking at the shop."

"A year!" Mary shrieked.

"Well, you should go lick her pussy to make it up to her."

The woman nodded, then crawled across the bed towards Mary, those wonderful tits dangling down, brushing the covers. "Please, Mary. I'm very sorry. But he's the one that came on to me. He's the asshole who cheated on you. Let me make it up to you. Let me lick your pussy."

"Oh, you will," Mary smiled. "After Mark explains your new life."

Mary walked over and whispered some instructions to me. I laughed. "That's mean, Mare."

"He deserves it."

"Yes he does," I agreed. "He treated you badly, didn't he."

Mary nodded, glowering at Mike.

"Well Mike," I smiled. "You love Minnie with all your heart. You'll never stop loving her or wanting to be with her. You're going to go and buy her an engagement ring and propose as soon as possible."

"I will," Mike promised. "I love you Minnie."

"Eh, what?" Minnie asked. "We're just fuck buddies, Mike. Remember?"

"Now, Minnie," I continued, "You've love Mike with all your heart. You'll marry him and stay with him forever no matter how many guys you fuck."

"I do love you," Minnie sighed. "So much!"

"Only problem, his cock doesn't satisfy you. You love every other cock on the planet more than his. You want to be fucked all the time. You want Mike to watch and know just how little he satisfies you. He's never allowed to fuck you, and once a week, if he's been good, you can jerk him off. Mike, no matter how many times she cheats on you, you'll still love her no matter how much you hate watching her humiliate you."

"Right," Minnie nodded. "I love you Mike, but let's face it, your cock just doesn't get me going."

"I know," Mike sighed. "I try, honey."

She smiled. "I know you do. I still love you though. I just have to get my needs satisfied."

"Why not start with us," Mary smiled. "Mark's got the best cock on the planet."

"I do have the best cock," I said, and Minnie smiled. "Be sure to tell Mike just how much you love it."

"Oh, I will!"

Mary patted her cheek. "That's a good slut."

My filly climbed on the bed, reclining, her dark-red hair spreading across the white pillows. She hiked up her skirt and revealed her naked pussy, shaved and flushed. Minnie crawled to her, the woman's delectable ass pointed at me.

"I am so sorry, Mary," Minnie cooed, licking her pussy.

Minnie had thick lips, protruding out of her hole, and her pussy gaped open, leaking her juices in a flood that matted her neatly trimmed, blonde curls. "Boy, she is dripping wet for my cock, Mike," I grinned.

"Oh, so wet, honey," Minnie purred. "Fuck me! I need a real cock. I've only had Mike's today."

"Come on, babe," Mike groaned.

"Sorry, but it's true. I'm so horny. Your little cock just can't satisfy me!"

"Shit," he muttered.

"I still love you, honey. I love...ohh, yes! Fuck me!"

I drove right into her drenched cunt, fucking her for all she was worth. Mary grabbed the sluts head and forced Minnie's mouth back between her thighs. I loved watching my naughty filly getting pleasured, and fucked the whore harder and harder. Minnie moaned loud, letting Mike know just how much she loved it.

"Fuck, she's got a loose cunt," I grunted. "She must fuck a lot of dudes."

"Umm, she is a complete whore," Mary purred. "That's it, whore. Eat my pussy."

"She's humping back. You want me to cum in your dirty cunt, don't you, whore?"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes! Cum in me!"

"Yeah, knock the little bitch up," moaned Mary. "Put a little bastard in her belly for Mike to raise."

"Oh, I'm on the pill," Minnie laughed.

Part of me was disappointed. I wanted to knock her up. That would have been a nice bit of revenge on Mike for treating my Mary badly. My balls were aching at the thought, ready to cum. I fucked her harder and harder, driving her face deeper into Mary's pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" groaned Mary. "That's it. Suck my little clit! I'm gonna flood your dirty mouth with my juices. Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

Mary was so beautiful when she came. Her green eyes squeezed shut, her lips pursed, and such a wonderful, red shade suffused her cheeks. She trembled, gasping and sighing, her back arching, and then she shuddered one last time, and fell back into the pillows. Her green eyes opened, a lazy smile played on her lips.

"Umm, that was wonderful," she sighed. "Hurry up and cum in her, Mark. I want to get out of here."

"Yeah, Mare," I grunted.

"Oh, yes! Cum in me!" Minnie purred. "Oh, Mike. His cock is driving me wild. I'm gonna cum so hard. Watch me cum, honey."

"I'm watching you."

"Good! It's so much better when you're watching! I love you so much."

"I love you, Minnie."

"Fuck!" I grunted. "Such a slutty pussy! Oh, fuck!" My body tensed, my hips bucking quickly into her. My orgasm neared and neared; I slammed into her, and just basted her cunt. "Fuck! Fuck!"

Savoring that wonderful high, I pulled out of her cunt and stumbled off the bed, holding my hand out for Mary. She climbed off the bed, took my hand, and pressed against me and kissed me aggressively on the mouth.

"Do you see my pussy, honey?" Minnie asked, turning to face Mike. "Look at how much cum a real man shoots."

"Let's get your stuff and get out of here," I whispered to her.

She laughed and nodded. "We should leave the two lovebirds alone. If Mike's lucky, he might get a handjob today."

* * *

Doug Allard

"We should leave the two lovebirds alone," Mary said. "If Mike's lucky, he might get a handjob today."

What the fuck did I just listen to? Who the fuck was this Mark guy? I couldn't have heard that right. It sounded like he just made Mike and Minnie fall in love and ordered her to cuckold him. What in the hell was that all about?

"Oh, hey," Mike said into the phone. "You're still on the line."

"Was that Mark?" I asked.

"Yeah. The guy's a real asshole, isn't he."

"Did he just make you fall in love with Minnie?"

"What? No. We've always loved each other, right?"

"Yeah, honey. Hey, Doug. You sound pretty cute. Wanna come over here and fuck me?"

I groaned, my cock swelling. "I'm married."

"So."

"Happily."

"Then bring the wife. She can watch with Mike, or she can join in."

She hardly seemed like the same woman I spoke to just a little while ago.

"So you've never met Mark before?" I asked.

"Nope. He's an asshole."

"But his cock was amazing!" Minnie moaned.

"Do you really have to keep saying that?" Mike asked. "I love you, but it hurts."

"Sorry, honey. It was just sex. You know I love you and no one else."

"I do," Mike sighed. "Listen, Doug, we got to go. I need to go buy her an engagement ring."

"Because Mark told you to?"

"I guess," he shrugged. "But I really love her, and I want to marry her. I don't see the point in waiting. Later."

The line went dead and I just stared in confusion at my cell phone. "Who the fuck is this guy?" I didn't believe in magic or miracles, and, fuck, I had almost stopped believing in God when a drunk driver killed my first wife, and I had abandoned my faith altogether when my second wife, just a week after our marriage, died in her sleep of a brain aneurysm. But how else could I explain what just happened but magic?

How else do you just make someone change like that?

It hit me. This is what happened to Brandon. This is why Cynthia gushed about her new girlfriend Mark had introduced her to. And what about Mary? She must be another victim in all of this, ripped from her boyfriend and taken by this bastard to be part of whatever deviant desires he was after.

"Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?"

Chapter Five

Which Tyrant committed the worst crimes? Mark's are obvious. He led, but Mary followed. There is no question that Mary was once dominated by Mark and made into his Thrall. Yet early on it was clear she had become a Warlock in her own right. She witnessed what Mark was capable of doing with his powers and embraced the depravity. She had no compunction at twisting lives to her whim, and she did it after having her own life warped.

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

Mary Sullivan

There were still hours to kill before I made my Pact with the Devil tonight. And I was nervous as hell as we left Mike. My anger at my ex-boyfriend for cheating on me for a year was slowly consumed by my fear of what was going to happen tonight.

"You okay, Mare?" Mark said as we climbed into his car.

"I...I don't know," I sighed. "It's all starting to feel so real."

"You hungry?"

"Not really," I muttered.

"I think I know how to take your mind off this."

I arched an eyebrow. "Depraved sex?"

"Dinner. There's this great Japanese Steakhouse in Spaneway. Great food and its entertaining to watch the chefs."

"Yeah, why not."

I didn't think I could eat, but it sounded better than doing nothing.

It was a fifteen minute drive down Pacific Avenue, past the Starbuzz I used to work at. I smiled, remembering the orgy we had yesterday morning. I wonder if Cynthia was happy with Vivian? I hope they were. If Mark could make people think they loved each other, was that so bad so long as they were happy?

The restaurant resembled nothing more than a warehouse. I stared in at Mark as if he was crazy. Between the corrugated metal walls and a tin roof, I couldn't believe this was a nice restaurant. Or even a clean one.

"C'mon, Mare," Mark said.

"Okay," I sighed, trusting Mark.

Once inside you wouldn't know it's part of a shitty warehouse. Rice paper walls and dark wood made it seem like a traditional Japanese house. The art on the walls were reproduction Japanese woodcarvings and watercolor painting. Simple, austere paintings of birds, flowers, waterfalls, or Mt. Fuji with a Haiku written in Japanese characters. The waitresses were dressed in simple kimonos, black, with red flowers and cinched with red, wide sashes tied in elaborate bows at the small of their back.

"Hai," the waitress bowed when she walked up. "Welcome to Samurai, this way please."

I could see the gleam in Mark's blue eyes and I wondered if anything naughty was going to happen.

The waitress led us to a circular table with a black, flat grill in the center. Another couple was already sitting there; a boorish man, short and round, his black hair greased back and dressed in an ill fitting, gray suit and red silk shirt without a tie. His date was a very attractive woman, porcelain face surrounded by black ringlets of hair. Her lips were pouty and begging to be kissed, covered in a dark red lipstick. She wore a sleek red dress, fitting tightly to her curves and falling to her ankles.

"Hi, I'm Diane," she warmly greeted, her breasts jiggling in the oval, keyhole cutout.

"I'm Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark," I introduced, smiling warmly at Diane.

"I'm Keith," the boorish man said. He started to say something, when his phone rang. Without even excusing himself, he answered the phone, turning away from Diane and talking quietly.

"That's the second time he's done that," Diane complained to me.

"Have you been dating long?" I asked.

She shook her head. "First date, and let me tell you it'll be the last one. I think I'm done with online dating for a while."

I giggled. "Well, I'll keep you company, anyway," I said, adjusting my posture to emphasize my chest in the white, corset dress I was wearing. I saw her eyes flick down to my cleavage; a ghost of a smile played on her red lips.

Keith hung up the phone and immediately badgered Mark about sports, mainly the Seattle Seahawks. Mark clearly wasn't a sports guy--unlike my ex-boyfriend, Mike--and he muddled along as best he could. Keith didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care, as he launched into a tirade about how this year the Seahawks were going to the Super Ball and that the refs better not screw them over like last time.

Not once did Keith acknowledge his date at all. What an asshole.

A waitress took our orders and a few minutes later a Japanese chef arrived with a tray full of cooking supplies. He oiled the grill and diced the meat and vegetables with impressive flair, tossing food into the air. He was quite talented, making funny jokes. It was clearly a well rehearsed and pretty entertaining performance. He even somehow sliced an onion and stacked it into a cone with some amazingly fast knife work, and then steam poured out the top, like a little onion volcano.

"Wonderful!" I clapped my hands, delight bubbling through me, and then casually rested one on Diane's thigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, Diane smiled, grabbing a piece of grilled meat with her chopsticks and popping it into her mouth. Mark saw my hand on her leg and winked at me, squeezing my own thigh. Diane shifted in her seat causing my hand to slip down between her thighs.

"There are such wonderful surprises at this restaurant," she smiled.

I slid higher up her thigh. "Definitely." Then, feeling real bold, I turned towards Diane, allowing my short skirt to ride up and spread my legs, flashing my naked pussy at her.

Diane licked her lips, then grabbed a piece of meat on her chopsticks and said, "You just have to try this." As she brought it to my lips, her other hand slipped down and rubbed deliciously at my vulva for a moment; I moaned appreciatively. Her fingers came away damp and she licked them, savoring my flavor.

"That's a tasty sauce," I grinned, pushing my hand higher up her thigh until I was brushing her pantie covered pussy.

"Very tasty," Diane purred as I stroked her. She was wet, her juices bleeding through her panties. "You have got to try the other one."

I pulled my fingers out from between her thighs and sucked them between my lips. Her sauce had a sweet, tangy flavor. "That is wonderful."

"I gotta use the restroom," Diane said with a casual air. Her date was on his phone for the third time and didn't seem to even hear her.

"I'll join you," I answered, acting just as casual.