The Devil's Pact Pt. 08

"I'm so sorry, Master," Desiree wailed and flung her arms around me. "I didn't want to hit you, but I couldn't stop myself!"

Alison flung her arms around Mary, weeping hard. Fiona and Xiu crawled towards us, heads hung down in shame. Korina, clutching her wounded arm, joined them. "Forgive us, Master, Mistress," Fiona wept.

"There's nothing to forgive," I answered, hugging Desiree back. "That bitch controlled you, and she's going to pay for all the hurt she caused!"

I caught Mary's gaze and saw the same burning hatred I felt blazing in her eyes. "Oh, she will sufferer!" Mary hissed as she hugged Alison fiercely. "She will crawl on her knees and beg for my mercy!"

Epilogue

The foolish Sister Cuntrag's misguided attack on the Living Gods had dire consequences. The nun unleashed Lilith as a final act of petty vengeance. Behind the false piety of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, beat foul hearts. None of their sordid order cared about the harm their actions caused by freeing the Mother of Monsters to stalk the world again.

--The Gospel of April 11:45-46

Mother Superior Maryām -- Rennes-le-Château, France

A cup of tea in hand, I walked down the steep stairs that laid to the Moutherhouse's basement. A reek of moldy cardboard filled my nose, and I held my tea cup up, breathing in the spicy, warm scent as I crossed the room. The skirt of my nun's habit swished around my legs, joining the pad of my skippered feet on the stone floor. I had been dead asleep when I felt the trauma of Sister Louise losing her gift.

Another one of my Priestesses had fallen.

Year after year, century after century, more and more of my Priestesses died fighting the Darkness, their Gifts forever lost. There were so few left, and the Warlocks seemed to be springing up like mushrooms upon the dung heap. The Adversary was moving; I had glimpsed his plans gazing into the future. The time of prophecy was almost upon us.

At the far end of the basement was a metal door stamped with ancient Hebrew script, prayers against the Adversary. The door, set in the walls, was made of the same iron, stamped with the same prayers. A Matmown. A Hidden Place. No entity could spy upon the inside of a Matmown. In here, the Adversary was blind to my actions.

The door clanged shut, sealing me in.

I sat before a simple table, taking a sip of my tea, and waited for Gabriel. I did not have to wait long for the Archangel to touch me with his Ecstasy. Unseen hands reached through my habit, touching my bare flesh beneath. Pleasure rushed through me, leaving me quivering. I gasped aloud as the first orgasm coursed through me.

My mind was drowned in hot, sharp bliss.

"Oh, Gabriel," I moaned in my native tongue, not the French I spoke these days. His hands slid up to my breasts, and pinched my nipples. Even after all these centuries, his touch still excited me as much as the first time.

Every last Nun was his lover, and we all ached for his touch.

"I need you," I gasped.

His lips found mine, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, claiming me. His hands stroked my flesh, bringing rapture to my heaving bosom, before sliding down to my thighs. I spread my legs for him, surrendering to his desire. I gasped into his mouth as his girth entered me. His thrusts were slow, but powerful, stirring my passions up inside me. I writhed in the chair, humping back, eager for all these sensations.

"Lilith has been summoned," he whispered in my ear.

"Then this Warlock is the Instrument?" I asked.

"Yes."

Another orgasm ripped through me; my toes curled, and my gray veil slipped off my head as I moaned and thrashed beneath my Angelic lover. Pleasure crashed through me, suffusing all my nerves. I hugged his unseen flesh, humping faster, eager for another orgasm.

"Sister Louise has lost her gift!" I moaned.

"Lilith has corrupted her. She shall be the Vessel now."

Such wonderful pleasure coursed through me, drowning out my sorrow for Sister Louise's fate.

"What is our next...oh, yes...step?" I moaned.

"Sister Theodora will have to stop them," Gabriel whispered.

"But..." I objected; his lips silenced me with a kiss.

Another glorious, mind-numbing orgasm shattered through me, leaving my body a quivering pile of jelly beneath Gabriel.

"Sister Theodora will be taught the old ways," Gabriel continued. "Now that Lilith is on the field, Mark will be protected from our traditional tools."

"Yes!" I moaned. "But...I sense something deeper in the Adversary's plans."

"That doesn't matter. Sister Theodora will defeat them, even if she has to use extreme measures."

I shuddered; it had been nearly two hundred years since those measures had been used. "I worry that we are playing into Lucifer's hands."

Gabriel laughed. "Do you think my brother can trick me?"

"I..."

Another orgasm silenced my objection. How could I think with such ecstasy pumping through my veins? Gabriel fucked me harder, and all the doubts and fears about the Adversary's plans flew out of my head. I only cared about the wonderful, angelic cock reaming my pussy and giving me such delights.

* * *

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 -- Brandon Fitzsimmons -- SeaTac, WA

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The damned alarm clock incessant noise pierced the fog of my hangover. "Turn off the alarm, Desiree," I moaned, and it was a moment before I remembered. Mark Glassner had stolen my wife, and my home, from me. I was lying in my hotel room at the SeaTac Hilton exiled by that bastard.

I waited for word from Sister Louise that she had freed my beautiful desert rose.

My head pounded, and I slapped the alarm clock, silencing its annoying beeps. I groggily rose and stumbled into the shower. After the warm shower and pair of extra strength Tylenols, I was beginning to feel alive again. Ever since Louise had freed me from that fucking bastard's control on Sunday, I had become a ball of tense, nervous energy. I had spent my entire life taking charge, grasping my own destiny with my bare hands. And now I had to wait while some nun fixes my life.

God, I needed to fuck a whore.

Instead or ordering another escort, I turned on the news. The news report was almost a distraction to my thoughts as I dressed. Never in my life had I ever felt this helpless. Not even when that cunt of a first wife cheated on me. My hand trembled as the despair threatened to over turn me.

"Come on, Brandon," I hissed. "You are a stronger man than this. Pull yourself together."

Through sheer will, I tried to stop the trembling in my hand.

"...quite neighborhood off Shaw Road in Puyallup."

I frowned, turning to TV, forgetting all about my helplessness. My house was just off Shaw Road. Fear groping my heart, I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

"The homeowner, Desiree Fitzsimmons, and her boyfriend were attacked by a home invader," the reporter--the crawl on the bottom of the screen identified her as Jessica St. Pierre--said, her dusky face animated as she talked.

I blinked, more fear gripping me. She stood just down the street from my house. Police cars filled the streets, painting the neighborhood in strobing blue and red lights. They were parked in front of my house.

"Only one woman was seriously injured, a friend of Desiree, who was taken to Good Sam Hospital for treatment. A woman, identified as a Louise Afra, has been detained by the Police for questioning."

The nun failed. My heart sank.

That bastard Mark had come out on top. My palms hurt, and it was a moment before I realized how tight my fist was clenched. I opened my hand and saw bloody gouges from my fingernails. Fuck, I couldn't take this. I needed to be in control. I was going mad just sitting here. I looked in the mirror. I am Brandon Fitzsimmons. I had worked my way up from nothing. I had never let anything stand in my way before. It was time I stopped being helpless and stopped relaying on others. It was time that I once again seized my own destiny.

"Mark Glassner, I will get my wife back!" I growled at the mirror. "I will inflict so much pain, so much suffering, on you! I'll take your woman from you and fuck her before your eyes and make her moan and pant and tell you how much better my cock feels! I'll watch the humiliation in your eyes as she cums on my dick like a bitch in heat!"

No fucking power in Heaven or Hell will stop me!

* * *

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Los Angeles

"A woman, identified by police as Louise Afra, was arrested for investigation of robbery and attempted murder," the website read.

I still was in disbelief at reading that. For the last hour, I had been sitting at my computer staring at the screen. Stunned. How could this be? She was the best nun I knew. She had taught me every trick to stop a Warlock.

Please let Sister Louise be fine, if it is your will, O Lord! I silently prayed.

Ever since I saw the news report about the orgy that happened in a Buy Best up in Washington State, I knew a Warlock operated in the area. Since then, I had been visiting the Tacoma News Tribune and Seattle Times websites every morning, looking for any more news. There were reports of public sex on a tourist boat, and a wild party that unexpectedly shut down the Space Needle and left thousands in damages. Four women went missing in Seattle, three from the Space Needle and one from a hotel Mark Glassner stayed out.

Sister Louise had been confident yesterday when we spoke. But she had failed.

The thought sent a tremor of fear down my spine. Sister Louise had freed me from Thralldom to a Warlock thirteen years ago. She was there when I took my vows, set aside my old name, and became Sister Theodora Mariam. And now she was arrested for attempted murder.

What had gone wrong? No one was better at fighting a Warlock than Sister Louise. Fear for my friend gripped my stomach.

There was a polite rap on my door, startling me. I stood, brushing my gray habit smooth and grabbed my white veil, draping it over my head. I breathed deeply, calming myself, before I opened the door.

"Hola, Sister Theodora," Esmeralda--a seventy-one year old Hispanic parishioner of St. Afra, the Church I was the caretaker for--greeted me. She gave me a toothless smile, warm and friendly.

"Hola, Esmeralda," I greeted back. I realized I had forgotten to unlock the church so Esmeralda and her prayer group could use the fellowship hall. "Sorry, I just received some bad news."

"It's alright, Sister," Esmeralda answered, patting my arm warmly. "Is it serious?"

"I'm afraid so," I answered, stepping out into the morning heat. 8 AM and it was already this hot, I shuddered to think how hot it would be this afternoon. LA was turning into quite a trial. "I may have to leave town to attend to it."

"Of course, of course," Esmeralda said, gripping my arm as we walked slowly towards the fellowship hall.

Another Hispanic woman, Rosenda, waited at the door to the fellowship hall. Rosenda, greeted me with a friendly kiss on my cheek. I reached into the pocket of my habit for the ring of keys. They jangled as I pulled them out, and I unlocked the fellowship hall. I held the door open for the two ladies. I flipped the light switch.

The florescent lights flickered a few times before humming steadily, bathing the table-filled room in soft light. I took a single step in when the Ecstasy came upon me.

A hand, unseen, reached through my habit as if I did not exist to caress my back. The invisible fingers sent tingles of pleasure throughout my body and a soft moan escaped my lips. The hand of the Archangel Gabriel traced my spine and his soft lips kissed at my neck, my shoulders. His every touch was burning pleasure on my flesh. My knees grew weak, and I grabbed a chair for support.

"Are you okay, Sister Theodora?" Rosenda asked.

"I'm fine," I gasped as Gabriel's hand was gently squeezing my ass while his other hand slid across my waist and up to my breast. "I just need to use..." I bit my lip as Gabriel fingers gently pinched my nipple, the pleasure so intense that it was hard to think. "Please," I begged with a quiet whisper, "not yet! Not in front of others."

Gabriel didn't care, his hands continued to roam my body, leaving trails of fiery lust. One hand slid around my waist, down into my groin and found my pussy wet and hot, aching for his touch. My body shuddered, and I clenched the back of the chair as an orgasm ripped through me. Then his fiery fingers found my hard clitoris.

I had to make it to somewhere private before I lost all control in front of these women.

Esmeralda and Rosenda looked at me, eyes wide with concern. "I just need...oh...the bathroom," I panted through clenched teeth.

I stumbled towards the ladies room, opening the door as Gabriel's cock entered my pussy. His girth stretched my sheath, the tip of his dick reaching all the way to my womb. I fumbled with the lock, then collapsed to the cold, tile floor as Gabriel's dick plunged hard and fast. The pleasure was so intense, far greater than any mortal lover could excite from my body. The rapture threatened to overwhelm me. I was about to be swept off into insensibility.

But, before the pleasure drowned my senses entirely, a thought rose up from the back of my mind--Sister Louise would be avenged. I would defeat Mark Glassner and end his vileness.

And then I was lost in a sea pleasure as orgasm after orgasm rippled throughout my body.

To be continued...