The Devil's Pact Pt. 09

She knelt, grasping my cock. "Umm, thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master."

I seized her blonde hair and pulled her mouth to my cock. She didn't fight me. Chasity was a good slut. "That's it, whore," I groaned as her mouth engulfed my cock. "Swirl that tongue about my dick."

I had almost lost this wonderful joy. The only thing I loved more than dominating a hot woman was my fiancee, Mary. And I was so glad she enjoyed dominating sluts as much as I did. Her green eyes were fixed on Sister Louise's burning ass. I groaned, watching Alison's spoon smack her flesh over and over as Chasity bobbed her head on my cock.

"Suck it, slut," I purred, stroking her blonde hair. "You're eager for my cum. You can't wait to taste every last drop."

Chasity moaned around my dick, humming vibrations through me. She was definitely eager. What a great slut. I loved all of my sluts. Not as much as my fiancee. They were my property, my toys, and I loved them for their submission.

Not that they had much choice. I sold my soul for the power to command others.

Chasity's fingers massaged my cock as she took more and more of my cock between her lips. I thrust my hips up, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. She slurped and sucked while Desiree moaned and groaned on Sister Louise's lips.

"That's it. Swallow my cock now. Deep throat me."

Chasity obeyed. Her throat opened and she slid my cock down her gullet. I groaned as she massaged my dick with her esophagus, her hums even stronger. I shuddered, my balls tightening, ready to drown her in cum.

"Oh, mi Sirenita!" moaned Desiree. "Oh, yes. This puta knows how to eat pussy!"

"Are you gonna cum?" purred Alison, smacking the nun's ass.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Desiree's large tits shock as her body fucked.

"Cum on the cunt's face," Mary ordered. "Make her drink every drop of your pussy juices, slut!"

"Yes, mi Reina!" screamed Desiree. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck! Drink my pussy cream, puta!"

"Drink them, whore!" commanded Alison, smacking the spoon down.

It was such a hot sight. Desiree's brown thighs clamped down on Sister Louis's pale face as she orgasmed. My balls swelled. I gripped Chasity's blonde hair, forcing her mouth down. I groaned as my cum squirted out of me.

Three hard blasts left me panting and groaning. Chasity was a good slut; she swallowed every drop, savoring my delicious cum. Her tongue swirled around my cock. She sucked hard one last time. I relaxed my grip, and Chasity slid her mouth off my cock.

"Did I please you, Master?" she asked with such a beautiful smile.

"So much," I told her, stroking her cheek. "Go give Alison and Desiree a kiss. They deserve a taste of my cum."

Chasity smiled, standing up and walking over to Alison. The pink-haired slut enthusiastically kissed Chasity while Desiree watched with an eager smile. A siren echoed outside, then a second, growing closer.

The police and paramedics were arriving.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I squeezed my thighs together, savoring the burning in my pussy as I enjoyed the sight of Sister Louise's welted ass. Chasity broke the kiss with Alison, leaning over and giving Desiree and equally passionate kiss. This new slut was gorgeous. Mark always had great taste in his slaves.

Mark kissed my wrist right above the burning scrapes from the nun's handcuffs. "I gotta head off the police and medics, Mare. I need to make sure they understand what's going on."

"Yeah," I said, barely hearing him.

This day had turned into such a nightmare. I had never felt so helpless than when I was handcuffed while the nun rode Mark. Our lives almost came to end. Without Mark's mind control powers, we would be criminals for the acts we've committed.

The women we've molested.

They're just ants. Mark and I are special. They're just ants. We can do what we like to them.

Repeating Mark's words from earlier today helped to assuage my guilt. The more I said them, the more I believed them.

"You okay, Mare?" my fiance asked.

I sighed. "Just tired."

"It'll be okay, Mare." He kissed my forehead. He was such a sweetie. I couldn't lose him.

"Sure, it will," I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes as the fear returned. "Until the next nun comes."

"We defeated this one, we can defeat the next one," he said with conviction. I looked in his blue eyes. He wasn't as sure as he sounded. I saw the fear. But it's nice that he tried. "We're better than them. And we have Lilith now."

I nodded, wiping at my tears. I tried to appear convinced, to hide my fears. I'm not sure I succeeded. But we did have Lilith. The demoness had defeated Sister Louise. But only one boon remained. What happens when we use our last wish?

"Okay, Mark. Let's go talk to the police."

I slipped off the recliner's arm and held out my hand. Mark took it, standing up. He was a little unsteady. Korina had hit him hard with the rolling pin, a large lump swelling on the side of his head. I wrapped my arm around his waist to support him.

"I have you," I smiled.

"Thanks, Mare."

Together we walked outside as the sound of sirens grew louder. It was still light outside, the sun just setting. It was hard to believe that from the time I walked through the door and was attacked to now was only thirty or so minutes. It seemed like hours ago while I lay handcuffed to the couch, watching Mark struggle with the nun and the dominated sluts.

It was so normal outside. Our entire world had just been turned upside down, and yet out on the street, everything seemed the same. Up the street, a man mowed his lawn. On the porch next door a woman dressed in a business jacket and skirt smoked a cigarette while sitting on a porch swing.

Sirens grew in the distance, and a Puyallup patrol car was the first emergency vehicle to race up the road, parking next to Chasity's cruiser. Two more patrol cars quickly followed, cops spilling out, looking concerned.

Mark waved at them as they ran up. "Officers, I'm Mark Glassner and this is Mary Sullivan," he said, giving them his "cop" commands. "Anything we do is perfectly legal. If anyone approaches you and says 'I serve Mark Glassner' or 'I serve Mary Sullivan' you will do whatever they say."

The three cops nodded. "Okay, Mr. Glassner," the elder of the trio said. His hair was graying and he had white chevron stripes on his sleeves. I guessed he was a sergeant.

"Okay, there's a woman with a gunshot to the arm in the kitchen," Mark continued. "The woman who shot her is Louise Afra, and she is being disciplined inside. I will keep custody of her and make sure she's punished."

The sergeant didn't even blink. "Absolutely, Mr Glassner."

Mark groaned and swayed. I held onto him, trying to keep him from stumbling, grunting with the effort to steady him.

"Are you all right, sir?" the sergeant asked.

"I'm fine," my fiance muttered.

I shook my head. Men and their pigheadedness. "He got hit in the head," I said, looking at Mark with concern. "Hard."

"You should have the paramedics check you out," the sergeant said. "They'll be here soon."

* * *

Doug Allard

I sat in my Toyota in disbelief.

Sister Louise had failed. I caught her entire attack against Mark Glassner on film. Right through Brandon Fitzsimmons's living room window. My employer was not going to be happy. Brandon thought the nun would defeat Mark.

Hell, I thought so, too. So now how would Mark be defeated? The man controlled people somehow. He had some dark power or magic. It was insane.

Sirens blared and three Puyallup Police Cruisers rushed by. Mark and Mary stepped out to greet the arriving cops. Mark looked woozy from the crack to his head, leaning on Mary. But he had no fear. The man was a wanted terrorist and the cops were racing up to him. I pulled out my camera, filming as the Puyallup police approached him. They looked agitated, drawing their guns.

And then Mark spoke to them.

I have no idea what he said. I couldn't hear them at this distance. But the cops demeanors relaxed. They no longer were agitated and holstered their weapons. I was a cop once, and there is no way they would relax like that just from talking to a civilian. Especially not one on the FBI's most wanted list.

Mark controlled them.

My stomach churned. If he controlled the police, he'd be unstoppable. If I had any guts, I'd shoot him. But I couldn't murder someone in cold blood. I wasn't that guy.

The naked, female cop stepped out, joining Mark.

This was a nightmare. My heart thudded in my chest. I couldn't stay here. I had to get away before I was noticed.

Before Mark enslaved me.

I started my Toyota. I didn't peel out as I did a U turn. There was no way I was going to attract the cop's attention. More sirens howled. More cops and probably paramedics racing to the scene. I calmly drove to the end of the street and pulled out onto Shaw Road.

I didn't know what else to do.

Chapter Two

J. St. Pierre: After you let Mark...

A. Taylor: BLEEP me up the ass, a cop arrived.

JP: A cop? How did Mark escape?

AT: Why would Mark have to escape? He didn't do anything wrong. The cop spoke to him for a moment and let him go.

JP: You're saying that a cop recognized whom Mark Glassner was and let him go?

AT: Yeah. Mark's not a bad guy. He doesn't do anything wrong. People just misunderstand him.

--Transcript from KIRO 7 interview of Ambrosia Taylor by Jessica St. Pierre, Monday, June 10th, 2013

Officer Chasity Sarah Vinter

I walked out the house to join Master and Mistress as they spoke with my fellow Puyallup Police Officers.

Sergeant Kelly's eyes widened when he saw me. I frowned, wondering why he was so shocked to see me. He had to know I was here. I put out the call for help over the radio.

"Officer Vinter, where is the rest of your uniform?" he spluttered.

The other two cops, Chan and Evans, smiled, eyeing me with appreciation while elbowing each other.

Then I realized I was naked. My cheeks reddened, but I didn't flinch. "Mark's orders, Sergeant Kelly," I responded. If Master wanted me naked, then I would walk around naked. I would suffer any humiliation if Master or Mistress ordered it.

"It's okay for Chasity, or any woman who's beautiful, to go topless or even totally nude," Master told the cops.

"Absolutely," Officer Chan, a lean Asian in his late twenties, said as he ogled my bare tits. "No reason a body that fine shouldn't be shown."

"The prisoner is still being disciplined," I reported. "Is there anything else, Sir?"

"So, Mark, why don't you properly introduce us," Mary said, her green eyes flickering to me.

"Right," Master answered. "Mary, this is Chasity, she's going to be one of our bodyguards, or at least she will if we can figure out a way to protect the sluts from being dominated by one of these nuns."

Mistress reached out and fingered one of my hard nipples, sending a flush of warmth through me. "So...you're my slut now?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I purred.

"Fall to your knees and eat my pussy," she commanded.

I obeyed as Chan and Evans chortled. I didn't care. My Mistress gave me an order. Master's cock hardened beside my head as I buried my face in Mistress's shaved snatch. My tongue flicked out and she let out a low, throaty sigh. Her flavor was delicious, a sweet, spicy musk. I was so glad to pleasure the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

"Damn! Look at her eat pussy!" Evans exclaimed. "I always thought Vinter was a dyke."

"Quiet!" Sergeant Kelly shouted. "You two go set up a perimeter."

"Roger, Sergeant," Chan sighed before turning and leaving with Evans.

I didn't care what those idiots said or thought. I was a dyke for my Mistress's tasty snatch. I licked my tongue through her folds, gathering up all her spicy, sweet cream. I was so lucky. I still had the taste of Master's cum on my lips, and now I was able to please Mistress.

"So...how do you like her, Mare?"

"She's amazing, Mark," Mistress moaned. "Oh, yes! Tongue my twat, cunt. You're going to make me cum so hard."

Sirens blared, rushing closer. More people to witness my submission to my Masters. My pussy was on fire. I wanted to stick my finger between my legs and frig my pussy. But I hadn't been told to masturbate.

So I just held onto to Mistress's plump ass and ate her pussy like it was the tastiest treat in the world.

"Oh, Mark! You find the best sluts! Oh, yes! Umm, all these cops are watching me! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! I love being watched!"

Mistress's pussy grew juicier as her orgasm neared. She humped her hips.

"Cum on the slut's face, Mare," laughed Master. "I bet she can't wait to drink down every last drop of your cum."

I couldn't. I sucked harder, eager to please her. My lips latched onto her clit, sucking hard. She let out a shuddering gasp. Her hips bucked on my face. Hot juices squirted into my lips.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "You fucking, slut! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! That's it!"

I drank down every drop, so happy I satisfied her.

"Good job, slut," Master praised.

I pulled my lips away, smiling up at him. "Thank you, Sir."

Sergeant Kelly watched, his eyes burning and his cock bulging. I smiled at him as well as I stood up. The ambulance had arrived, and the paramedics were pulling out their supplies while Chan and Evans kept back the neighbors.

So many people had seen me pleasure my Mistress.

I was a slut, loving every second of serving my Masters.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The paramedics jogged from the ambulance, carrying their bags. Chasity straightened up, licking her lips clean of Mary's juices. The paramedics reached us, two fit men and a cute women with honey-brown hair. All three wore blue shirts with the red, Medic One logo over their hearts.

Their eyes blinked at our naked appearance.

"It's okay that we're naked," I told them. "Ignore anything weird going on in the house and obey any orders Mary gives you." I pointed to my fiancee.

"Of course, sir," the lead paramedic said.

"The gunshot victim's in the kitchen," Mary ordered. "Korina's shot in the shoulder. And Mark took a nasty crack to the head. Why don't you take care of him." Mary pointed to the honey-brown haired woman.

"Yes, ma'am," she answered as the other two pushed past us into the house. "Why don't we go inside the house, sir?"

Mary smiled, nodding her head. We headed back in. I was still a little dizzy, and I groaned as I sat down on the couch beside the sobbing Sister Louise. Alison smacked the nun's ass while Desiree shuddered on Sister Louise's mouth. The paramedic didn't give the sight a second glance.

I did. My cock was hard, thrusting up before me. Watching Chasity mouth feast on Mary's pussy had been quite stimulating, and hearing Sister Louise's muffled sobs made me throb with need.

The female paramedic set her bag down on the coffee table, opening it up and pulling out a penlight.

"What's your name?" Mary asked.

"Victoria," the paramedic answered.

"You look a little overdressed." A naughty gleam danced in Mary's green eyes. "Why don't you strip down before you exam Mark."

Victoria flushed as her hands pulled up her shirt, unveiling a pair of round breasts covered by a gray sports bra. She peeled the bra off next, her tits jiggling, topped by dusky nipples. My cock throbbed harder. The paramedic bent down, unlacing her black boots and pulling those off so she could remove her dark-blue pants. When her panties came off; I smiled at her shaved pussy.

"It's making you wet to be naked," I told her. "You love showing off your body."

Her eyes widened. "I do, sir," she gasped, moisture beading her labia and her nipples hardening. She grabbed her penlight. "Okay, sir, let me examine your head.

"I think you need to get up close to examine him," Mary purred, patting my lap. "Just hop up, and sit down on his nice, thick cock."

"Yes, ma'am," she said in shock, her body moving almost out of her control. I loved my powers so much.

Mary held my cock erect as Victoria straddled me, the folds of her damp pussy brushing the tip of my cock. I groaned as she sank down. I was so glad I wished for sexual stamina. Not only could I make any woman fuck me, but I could enjoy it for as long as I wanted.

Her pussy was tight and hot, sliding down as she groaned, her honey-brown hair brushing my chest. I squeezed her ass, pulling her all the way down, her pussy clenching and relaxing about my cock as she squirmed to get comfortable.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" Mary whispered, leaning over, her lips almost pressed against Victoria's ear. "Don't you just love how he feels in your cunt?"

"Yes," Victoria whispered, then cleared her throat. "Now, sir, follow my penlight with your eyes."

I groaned, the light shining in my eyes as she squirmed. My hips bucked, my cock savoring her tight pussy. I followed her penlight around. The longer she sat on my cock, the more she squirmed. Soft sighs escaped her lips. Mary nuzzled at her neck, her hands wrapping around Victoria's body. The paramedic moaned as Mary's fingers played with her hard nipples.

"Do you like that, slut?" Mary hissed in her ear.

"I do," Victoria moaned.

Victoria slid up my shaft and slammed down on my cock, tossing her penlight to the side. She gripped my shoulders, riding me hard. The couch groaned and rocked. Mary purred in delight, sucking at the paramedic's neck.

"That's it, whore," I groaned. "Work your pussy up my cock. That's what it was made for. To please men."

"Yes, yes!" she panted. "Am I pleasing you, sir? Is my hole making you feel good?"

"So good, slut!" I groaned. "You're dying to have my cum. You want it so bad."

"I do!" she gasped. "Cum in me, sir! Oh, yes! Flood my pussy!"

My balls tingled as her tight cunt worked up and down on my cock. I groaned, the pressure swelling. "Faster! Fuck me faster! Ride my cock! Don't stop fucking me until I explode in your fucking cunt, whore!"

"Yes! Cum in me! Yes, yes, yes!"

My cock erupted. I groaned and shuddered, flooding her tight pussy. I loved it. I loved making this woman my whore. She shuddered and moaned. Her pussy writhed about my cock, milking out every last drop before she collapsed on me.

"Wow," she panted. "I can't believe I did that."

"You're a whore," purred Mary. "That's what whore's do. Fuck guys."

Victoria nodded, licking her lips.

"So how is Mark?" Mary asked, settling on the couch beside me, her freckled breasts rising as she breathed. They were perfect.

"Oh, well," Victoria shifted. "He's got a concussion. I'd recommend he goes to the hospital and has a doctor check him out. His cognitive functions seem fine, but his pupils aren't dilating right. I'd, um, also avoid strenuous activity."

"Oh," Mary gasped. "Like fucking?"

"Probably," Victoria flushed. "We probably shouldn't have..."

"Oh, no. I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't know."

I grinned. "It's okay, Mare. I enjoyed myself."

The other paramedics carried Korina past on a stretcher. "She needs to go to the hospital," one of the paramedics said. "She needs surgery right away."

I nodded. "Take good care of her. She's one of my sluts."

"We will, sir."

They didn't bat an eye at Victoria's naked figure.

"You're taking her to Good Sam?" I asked.

"Yeah," the paramedic answered.

"Victoria, go check out Xiu," Mary ordered, slapping the naked woman's ass. "She has a broken nose."

"Of course," Victoria said, rising up still naked, my cum running down her thighs. She grabbed her bag and walked naked through the house.

"Master," Fiona called. "There are more cops here. You should probably take care of them. You know...command them."

"Right," I nodded, forcing myself to stand up. I didn't feel as unsteady as earlier. I trooped back outside. At the rate I was commanding cops, it wouldn't be long before the entire Puyallup Police Department was under my powers.