The Devil's Pact Pt. 09

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Jessica St. Pierre

The news van pulled onto the busy street. Police cars crowded the cul-de-sac. We had heard the reports of the shooting on our police scanner. I had been sent by KIRO 7 news to prepare a story on Mark Glassner and his activities in South Hill after spending the morning in Seattle interviewing Hannah Smilingfox, one of Mark's victims from the Space Needle incident.

I was hoping Mark was involved here.

I already had one breaking story, and I would love a second. Earlier today, Mark had been let go by a Puyallup Police Officer after he was spotted at the South Hill Mall. I had put a call in with his department to try and figure out which cop it was. But in the meantime, my interview with Ambrosia was airing right now, leading the news segment.

I climbed out of the van as Freddy, my cameraman disappeared into the back of the van to mess with his camera equipment. I peered at the house, a breeze ruffling my honey-brown hair. Excitement gathered in my chest. There was a man in the doorway. He looked naked, his hair dark. Was that Mark Glassner talking with the cops?

"Freddy, get out here!" I hissed.

"One second," he called.

"No, now! We need to capture this."

"What?" He spilled out of the van, hefting his camera. I turned back to the house. The man was gone. If he had been Mark Glassner, he had disappeared back into the house. "What did you see?"

"Mark Glassner."

"Really?" excitement crossed Freddy's greasy face.

"I don't know," I admitted. It was only a fleeting glimpse. "Let's go talk to the police."

He nodded. "Give me a sec."

As he fiddled around, pulled a compact out of my gray skirt's pocket, opening it up and checking my makeup. My caramel face--I had quite the melding of heritages in my backgrounds--looked gorgeous, my lashes full, my cheeks with just enough rouge to make my cheekbones pop, and my lips wet and plump. I adjusted my blouse, making sure the top two buttons were undone to show off some cleavage.

"Mic," Freddy said, tossing it to me.

I caught it, flipped a switch to turn it on, and brought it up to my lips. "Mic check."

He nodded. "Sounds good." The light on the camera popped on. "Okay, let's see if we can make a story."

I strode up to the police line. An Asian cop held out his hand was we neared. "That's close enough."

"Can I ask you a question, Officer..." I squinted to read his nametag. "...Chan?"

"The department will release a statement," he answered by rote. "We have an active crime scene."

"Is this connected to Mark Glassner?"

He hesitated. "Uh, no comments."

So Mark was involved. "Do you have him in custody?"

"No," he answered. "I mean, no comment." His back stiffened and his jaw set.

"How about the officer? Is she safe?" I asked.

"She's fine," Chan answered.

"Is anyone injured?"

As I asked the question, the paramedics wheeled out a woman on a stretcher, her arm bandaged.

"Is that the perpetrator?" I asked.

"No comment," he repeated.

"You got to give me something," I pleaded, putting on a big smile. "Come on, officer. How about off the recorded." I waved at my cameraman. The red light turned off and he lowered his camera.

"I'm not sure who was shot," Chan admitted. "I'm just securing the scene. But Officer Vinter is fine." A smile split his lips. "She's more than fine."

That was weird. "And Mark Glassner's not involved."

He hesitated. "He's not a suspect."

"So he's involved?"

A car approached from behind. I turned to see a sedan polling up. "Step aside, ma'am," Chan said, motioning me to the side so the car could pass.

"Who's in the car?" I asked.

"The Chief," Officer Chan answered. "Now I need you to stay back."

I guess an officer involved shooting was a good enough reason for the Chief of Puyallup's Police Department to arrive. Since I wasn't getting anything out of this cop, I headed back to the van to call my producer. I grabbed my cell phone out of my purse, and called Sam at the station, telling him the story.

"We need you down in Parkland," Sam said when I finished. "Mark Glassner robbed a few banks today. It's just now percolating out. The FBI tried to keep it hush-hush."

"When did he do this?"

"Hours ago, apparently. So get your butt down to the American Bank. We need B roll and some commentary from you."

"I think Mark's here. I thought I saw him at this crime scene talking to the police."

"Were they arresting him?"

"No," I answered. That part was weird.

"Are you positive it was Mark, Jessica?"

I bit my lip. Did I want to stick my neck out? Did I even see Mark? "I'm not, Sam."

"Then get down to Parkland as quick as you can."

"Okay," I sighed, hanging up. "We're heading to Parkland, Freddy. I hope you know where that is."

Freddy nodded, and I glanced back at the house. What if I did see Mark? What if the cops were...protecting him? It seemed so outrageous, and yet Mark could control people with his gas. What if he had the Puyallup Police Department under his control? Just like Ambrosia mentioned.

A grin split my lips. That would be the story of the year. I'd need to be careful, but if I was right, I would win an Emmy for sure. I was giddy with excitement as Freddy started up the van.

Chapter Three

The wise Chief Hayworth recognized the Divinity of the Living Gods. At his command, he ended the Puyallup Police's misguided persecution of their loving Gods, following the example of his young officer, Chasity. Officer Chasity was the role model all cops would follow, forming the core of those loyal women--the Bodyguards.

--The Gospel of April 12:11-12

Mark Glassner

The Chief of Police was an iron hard man in his fifties, with graying hair and whip-thin frame. He looked in better shape than some of his officers. His uniform was clearly the dress blues of the Puyallup Police Department, with silver piping, silver eagles on his epaulets, and various medals decorated his chest.

"Chief Hayworth," I greeted as he walked up. He frowned, seeing my naked form. Then his eyes widened in shock as he recognized me, his hands going to his side-arm. "Stop!" I shouted, then gave him the cop orders. His posture relaxed.

"Hello, Mark," he said, walking up to me, extending his hand. He had a firm handshake. "You've caused quite the stir the last few days."

"Just a few misunderstandings," I laughed. "You see that now."

"Of course, sir," he nodded.

"Let's go inside and talk."

I led him to the living room. Fiona was on the couch now, Sister Louise between her thighs, eating out her pussy as Alison and Desiree vigorously spanked the nun. Her ass was solid red with welts. Fiona was naked--she must have stripped naked while the medics worked on Korina. She was a curvy, Irish gal with strawberry-blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her large, freckled breasts shook as she writhed on the nun's face.

"Eat my pussy, whore!" gasped Fiona.

The Chief watched in stunned shock.

"Everything that happens in this house is perfectly normal," I told him.

"Right, sir."

"Slut!" Mary barked, striding into the living room, staring at Violet.

The innocent-faced Violet sat curled up on the recliner, watching Sister Louise's discipline. Her hair was messed up, locks of brown escaping her pigtails, and she had several scratches on her arm. During the fight, Alison had wrestled her to the ground.

"Why are you in the house and not naked?" Mary demanded.

"Sorry, Mistress!" Violet gasped, the blood draining from her face. She scrambled out of the chair, pulling off her black dress. She bent down to take off her knee-high socks.

"No, leave those on," Mary purred, eyeing the teenage girl's slim body. Her breasts were small, just budding with small nipples. A curly bush of brown hair covered her tight cunt. "You look delicious with those on. I bet Mark loves it."

"Do you, Master?" Violet asked, giving me such a hopeful, fearful look.

"You are so sexy," I grinned. "Keep them on."

"Thank you, Master," she beamed.

"Now bend over the sofa arm," Mary commanded, point at the opposite end from where Sister Louise was disciplined.

"Yes, Mistress."

Violet walked across the room, her slim ass shaking. My cock stirred at her beauty. She bent over the sofa arm, presenting her rear to Mary. My fiancee licked her lips, pulled back her hand, and smacked Violet's ass hard.

"You will count every time I spank you," Mary ordered. "And thank me."

"One," Violet gasped, "thank you, Mistress."

Smack!

"Two, thank you, Mistress."

Smack!

It was hot watching Mary discipline the young woman. Chief Hayworth's mouth dropped, but his eyes stirred with lust. The old man enjoyed the thrill as well. I glanced over at Fiona as she writhed in her orgasm, her heavy tits heaving.

Smack!

"Five! Oh, thank you, Mistress!" Violet's voice was thick with arousal, and she moaned as Mary caressed her ass and pussy before smacking her a sixth time. Violet was enjoying her punishment as much as Mary enjoyed administering it.

"That's quite the sight," the Chief said, adjusting his pants.

"Fiona, why don't you help out Chief Hayworth," I ordered as the chief sat down on one of the reclining chairs.

"Yes, Master," Fiona smiled, sliding off the couch, her pussy juicy from Sister Louise's attention. Before the chief could react, the slut draped her naked form across his lap and kissed him on the lips.

"Oh, um, hi," the Chief said, flustered by the nubile young woman. "Maybe you shouldn't--" Fiona kissed him again. Despite a gold wedding band on his finger, the Chief didn't object after that kiss. The old guy probably hasn't had a naked twenty-year old on his lap in thirty years.

I sat down on the other recliner.

"You're going to keep the prisoner?" Chief Hayworth asked as Fiona nuzzled at his neck.

"Yeah."

He frowned, his understanding of the law crashing into my orders. My orders won. "What am I supposed to tell the reporters, or the DA?"

I thought for a minute. "Have the DA call me if he has any concerns. As for the news reports, tell them that a Louise Afra is being detained for attempted murder and breaking and entering." That way, whomever sent Louise would know she failed.

Hopefully, it would make these Sisters of Mary Magdalene cautious.

The Chief frowned, but nodded his head. "Okay, Mr. Glassner."

"So...Chief Hayworth," I said. This was the perfect opportunity to explore my idea for a cadre of sexy bodyguards. "I'm going to need a group of officers to provide protection for me, Mary, and our sluts."

"I think that might be arranged," the Chief said as Fiona kissed at his neck. His hand had found her plump breast and hard nipple. "How many?"

I leaned back, thinking for a few moments. I figured if they worked in eight-hour shifts with two officers on each shift, we would require six for a day. So I doubled the number. "Twelve."

The Chief frowned. "That's a lot of manpower. That's almost an entire patrol shift."

"Well, they also have to be young, attractive women. Like Officer Vinter." I pointed to the naked Chasity leaning against the wall.

Smack! "Eleven, thank you Mistress!" purred Violet.

"There's maybe two more officers that I have that fit the bill," Chief Hayworth replied.

I frowned. Fuck, I didn't think about that. I ignored my aching head to think for another few minutes while the Chief nuzzled at Fiona's breasts. Finally, I asked, "Well, is there anyway we can get a meeting with other police departments?"

Smack!

"Thirteen, thank you Mistress!"

"Yeah," the Chief said, pulling his face from between Fiona's breasts. "There's a board meeting for LESA in a two days. All Chiefs of Police in Pierce County along with the Sheriff will be there."

"Lisa? What's that?"

"Local law enforcement of Pierce County pools their resources for things like 911 operators and radio dispatchers. The Law Enforcement Support Agency, or LESA, takes care of that. All the Chief of Police and the County Sheriff sit on the board."

Smack!

"Fifteen, thank you Mistress!"

I nodded. That would work if we could figure out a way to make the sluts immune to these nuns. "Okay, I'll be there." I shook his hand. "Have fun with Fiona," I said with a smile.

"Er, yeah," Chief Hayworth said, looking embarrassed.

"We're going to have lots of fun, Master," Fiona purred. "His cock feels so hard in his pants. I bet you haven't had a hot chick in years."

"My wife is very beautiful," the Chief said.

"Not as beautiful as me," Fiona challenged.

"No," Hayward whispered, and Fiona smiled wickedly. "Not anymore."

"Twenty, thank you Mistress!"

"Have you learned your lesson, slut?" Mark asked.

"I have, Mistress," panted Violet.

"Good. Have Sister Louise lick your pussy."

Violet squealed and crawled across the couch, settling her red ass down and spreading her thighs. The nun groaned as Violet seized Sister Louise's blonde hair, pulling the nun's face into her cunt.

"Can I take you to the hospital now, hun?" Mary asked. "I want to make sure Korina didn't scramble your brains."

"Fine," I sighed, glancing over at Chief Hayworth. "Any of your officers are free to fuck any of the sluts save for Violet."

"Oh, why not me, Master?" gasped Violet, her hips humping into Sister Louise's mouth.

"My cock's the only one that's been up your cunt, I want it to stay that way."

"Oh, thank you Master," Violet beamed.

"Don't think you're any better than the other sluts," Mary admonished Violet as she dressed. "You're just less used than the others."

I stood up, walking over to Alison and Desiree. "Sluts, you can stop disciplining the bitch. For now."

"Yes, Master," Alison said, rubbing her arm. "Thanks. It's hard work to keep that up. My arm feels like it's about to fall off."

"Yeah," panted Desiree, her large, nut-brown tits heaving.

I grabbed Sister Louise's blonde hair, ripping her face from Violet's pussy, and stared into her blue eyes. "Cunt, you're the property of me and Mary now. You will obey the commands of every one of our sluts."

"Yes, sir," the nun sobbed, fear in her eyes. She was no longer protected against my commands now that Lilith had stripped her powers away. She was my Thrall now. My property.

Mary strode up and spat in the nun's face. "You will only go by Sister Cuntrag!"

"Y-yes," Sister Cuntrag stammered, tears streaming down her face.

Mary slapped her face hard. "You address me as Mistress, Sister Cuntrag!"

"Sorry, Mistress!"

I walked around Sister Cuntrag and stared at her red ass and the furry pussy peaking between her thighs. My cock throbbed. This nun had caused so much trouble. She deserved to give me back a little joy.

I grabbed my hard cock, knelt behind her, and smacked her ass with my shaft. She gasped in pain. I hit her again, spanking her with my cock. I savored every grunt and gasp. This cunt deserved to suffer for attacking us.

"Mark," Mary sighed. "You need to see the doctor."

My smacked my cock down again on the nun's ass. "She needs to be punished," I growled, swallowing as I stared at her gash. A tremble of fear passed through me. Her cunt had tried to steal my powers. I came so close to losing everything.

I shouldn't feel fear. I was better than everyone. Stronger, more powerful. Everyone obeyed me.

I slammed my cock into her pussy. She let out a whimpering moan, her wet folds engulfing me. I didn't have to be afraid of this cunt. I owned this cunt. She was my slave now.

"You're soaking wet, Sister Cuntrag," I growled. "Were you dying to feel my cock?"

"No," she sobbed. "Please, take it out."

"Why?" I drew back and slammed in harder. "You were so eager for my cock an hour ago. You seemed to enjoy it when I was lying helpless."

"I don't like cocks," she sobbed.

"Mark, I thought we were going to the hospital," Mary objected.

"Just let me punish the bitch, Mare," I panted, fucking Sister Cuntrag harder.

"Fine, hun," Mary sighed. She pressed her body against my side and kissed me. "Don't take too long."

"Fuck her, Master!" cooed Alison. Desiree had wrapped her arms around Alison, her hand dipping down between Alison's thighs to finger her shaved pussy.

"Pound her dirty snatch, mi Rey!" Desiree moaned. "Sister Cuntrag needs to pay for what she did."

"Yes!" I growled, my balls smacking into her flesh. "Take my cock, whore!"

"Please, please, stop!" she moaned. "Stop fucking me!"

Her protests only made me fuck her harder. I gripped her hips, slamming into her tight tunnel.

"Wow, Master," Violet whispered. She sat on the arm of the couch, watching with wide eyes. She spread her legs wide, her hand sliding down to pinch her clit, her brown pubes matted with her excitement.

"Punish her, sir," groaned Chasity. She pushed her pussy into the corner of the couch and watched in fascination. Her hips undulated, grinding her clit. Her breast swayed with her rhythm. "Make the whore pay!"

"Please, stop!" Sister Cuntrag gasped, wiggling her ass, trying to escape my cock.

"Why are you fighting, whore?" I demanded in anger. "This is what you wanted! You came here to get my cock up your nasty twat and shoot my cum inside you! Why aren't you happy?"

"Please!" begged Sister Cuntrag, "Please stop! I'm sorry! Let me go! I'm not a threat. I'm not a nun any longer. Lilith corrupted me! Please, please, I'm so sorry. It was wrong of me to attack you!"

"Fuck that!" I moaned. "You're mine, now! So you better learn to like having my cock up your cunt! Now beg for my cum!"

"P-please!" she sobbed, forced to obey. "C-um inside me!"

"You can do better, whore!"

"Cum inside my n-nasty, dirty c-cunt!" she stammered. "Fill me up with your thick cum, Master!"

I savored her degradation. My balls tightened. I slammed in harder. Her hips squirmed, her pussy sliding about my cock. My strokes grew faster, harder. I neared my orgasm. I pumped away with a mad fervor, eager to erupt.

"Here you go!" I moaned. "Here it comes!" My cock throbbed. My cum flooded her pussy. I groaned as the pleasure pulsed through me. I pulled my cock out of her swollen pussy, white sperm leaking out. Sister Cuntrag sobbed quietly.

Mary strode up and slapped Sister Cuntrag's face. "Good little sluts thank their Master when he gives them his cum!"

"T-thank you, Master," Sister Cuntrag sniffed, looking at me over her shoulder, her beautiful face stained with tears.

"Chasity, go throw Sister Cuntrag into a closet," I ordered as I pulled my cock out. "Then you sluts will start cleaning up, unless any cop wants a taste of your snatches. But not you, Violet."

"Umm, hot cops," Alison giggled. "Sorry, Violet. But don't worry, I'll fuck an extra cop for you."

Violet gave a shy smile.

"Desiree, the carpet probably needs replacing," Mary said, looking down at Desiree's blood staining the carpet. I'm glad Lilith was able to heal her. "So start making calls."

"I will, mi Reina."

"Oh, when you're all finished, there's a bunch of duffel bags in my car. Take them down to the basement and start counting the money," I ordered.

"Yes, Master," Alison then giggled, looking at Desiree. The naughty sluts were looking forward to having some cop dicks up their twats.

"We'll take care of everything," Chasity smiled.

"Did you hear that, Fiona?" Mary asked.

"What, Mistress!" panted Fiona, her hips writhing as she rode the Chief of Police's cock.

Mary walked over and smacked her ass. "Did you hear the orders, slut?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Fiona moaned. "You can count on us."

Chapter Four

6-10-13: I can't stop watching Doug's surveillance tape. It was astonishing. Mark Glassner terrified me. My husband was a wreck when he got home. I don't blame him for being terrified. How can anyone stop this man?Even though a part of me feels silly for writing this, he has magical powers. He controls people's thoughts. What if controls my husband? What if he controls me?