The Devil's Pact Pt. 11

Mark brushed by me and yanked hard on the leash, the collar biting into my neck. I fell forward, my arm scarping as he dragged me through the doorway onto the wooden porch.

"You can crawl, or you can be dragged," Mark warned.

Gathering my dignity, I lifted myself onto my hands and knees before crawling down the steps and onto the pebbly walkway. My knees were on fire, the palms of my hands sore. Mark led me out onto the soft grass, and that provided some relief to my poor knees. The sun was warm on my naked back and sore ass. I looked around and there was no one out on the street.

Yet.

Mark led me over to some bushes.

"I bet you need to pee," Mark said, pointing to the bushes.

"No," I muttered. I couldn't do that.

"Pee here," Mary ordered, "or beg to be our slave?"

Just give in, the humiliation can end.

No. I was strong enough to hold out until Sister Theodore rescued me. I could weather this.

I raise my leg, closed my eyes, and relaxed my bladder.

"Oh, my God!" a woman gasped, her voice thick with a southern twang. I wanted to stop peeing, but I was mid-stream. There was no stopping now. I flushed in embarrassment, recognizing the voice.

"Oh, hi Madeleine," Mark greeted. "Nothing wrong going on here, just walking my dog."

"Oh, okay," Madeleine said. "Hi, Louise, I see you worked out your...problems with your husband," Madeleine said delicately.

My face reddened in shame. Why did it have to be Madeleine who had to see me like this? Madeleine had been so nice to me. She had let me stay in her house a few days ago. I even fancied the woman. I glanced at her face, and the disgust painted there twisted my heart into painful knots.

"Wife? Is that what she told you?" Mark laughed. "I'm engaged to Mary here. Louise is just our dog."

"She has a great tongue," Mary said. "I bet you'd love to have your pussy licked. She'll make you cum real quick. I would love to see that."

Madeleine gave a randy laugh. Mary seemed to have a power that made women want to do whatever sexual thing she wanted. And sweet Madeleine, with that delightful, southern twang, was falling under her powers. "Sure, if that'll make you happy, sugar."

"It would," Mary said. "Just lift up your skirt and the bitch will make you feel great."

Madeleine stood over me in her gray, pencil skirt and ruffled, white blouse. She hiked her skirt up, revealing a pair of plain, sky blue panties. I pulled the panties to one side, revealing her neatly trimmed, brunette bush and large, pussy lips. Yesterday morning, I fantasized about eating her cunt, and now I was being forced to while out in public like a bitch.

I leaned and licked through her silky folds, her curly pubic hair tickling my cheeks. Her pussy tasted spicy and tangy. I dug my tongue deep into her cunt, savoring her flavor.

"Oh, that's nice," Madeleine drawled excitedly. "She as eager as a beaver chewin' on wood. And much more skilled than Anastasia."

"It was Anastasia's first time this morning," Mark laughed.

"Sister Cuntrag is a pussy-eating champ!" giggled Mary.

I didn't care what they were talking about. I concentrated on eating her pussy.

Madeleine moaned again, her hand gripping my hair and her hips slowly rotating as her pleasure increased. I slipped a finger up her snatch and rapidly flicked my tongue on her clit. Madeleine's breath came harder and faster, her moans louder and more passionate.

"Oh, Lord, that's sweet," Madeleine gasped. "She's stoked my fires real good!"

Madeleine bucked on my face, panting loudly as she came hard. A flood of her juices poured into my throat. She let go of my hair, catching me by surprise, and I fell back on my rear, the butt plug driving deeper into my asshole.

I howled in pain, tears pouring out of my eyes.

I looked up at Madeleine and the nice, caring woman only looked with revulsion at me. Fresh tears flowed from my eyes.

"Whew," Madeleine said, wiping her sweaty brow. "I'm not rightly sure what came over me, but the bitch made me cum right nicely!"

"I'll see you tomorrow," Mark said as Madeleine walked off.

"Looking forward to it, sugar," she called back.

"Come on," Mary said. "We still got to go on our walk."

"Are you going to make me...do that, again?" I asked, another sob wracking my body.

"Yeah," Mark said. "Everyone we meet on our walk's going to get satisfied by you."

Mary nodded. "Whether with your mouth or your cunt, you're going to make a lot of people happy."

Just give in, the voice whispered. I struggled to push the thought down, but I was to weak. Just give in.

"Please," I whispered. They won. "Make me your sex slave."

"What was that, bitch?" Mary asked.

"I want to be your sex slave," I blurted out.

Mark bent down, staring into my eyes. His eyes were blue and seemed to peer right into my soul. "Tell me the truth, do you really want to be our sex slave?"

I couldn't lie, he gave me an order. "Yes."

Mark helped me to my feet. "From now on, you belong to Mary and me. You'll happily perform whatever depraved, filthy act we tell you to. Nothing makes you happier than to serve us."

"Yes, Master," I said and I smiled, all the despair and humiliation fading away. I was happy to be degrade by him. I was happy to be their slave. This was so much better than my stubborn refusal. They had conquered me. I was their prisoner now.

My Master hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I was crying, but not out of sadness, but out of joy. My Mistress embraced me tightly, and her lips were soft on mine. Master removed my nipple clamps, unbuckled the collar, and pulled the butt plug out of my ass.

"You are no longer Sister Cuntrag," Mistress told me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whispered.

Master frowned. "Though I don't like the name Louise."

"Master, I took the name Louise Afra when I swore my vows," I quietly said. "I was born Karen Redding." The name seemed so strange to me. I hadn't heard it spoken in decades.

"Okay, Karen," Master said, pulling the dog ears off my head. "Let's get you cleaned up.

Master took one hand, Mistress the other, and led me back into the house. My fellow sluts were in the living room and I apologized to each of them for trying to take them away from our Masters. I understood now. There was happiness in submission, there was joy in obedience. They all happily embraced me and kissed me and I happily embraced them back. I had so many sister-sluts now.

"Thamina," Mistress said, "take Karen upstairs and tend to her."

"Yes, Mistress," Thamina answered and took my hand and led me upstairs to start my new life as Mark and Mary's slave.

* * *

Sister Theodora -- Miami, FL

The plane touched down on the tarmac. I groaned, stretching in my seat. I was eager to get off the plane and discover what Providence had in store for me. The Warlock that had defeated Sister Louise was in Washington State, so why was I led to Florida?

And how did Antsy fit in?

The young, college-aged woman giggled and bounced beside me in her seat, full of excitement for her week in Miami. She had graciously offered to let me stay with her in her hotel room. I had tried to chat with her on the plane, but she always grew evasive when her family came up.

Was she a key in Providence's plan, or was she merely providing me with a place to stay for my task in Miami? Providence worked so subtly sometimes. But if I trusted it, I would be guided to all the places and people I would need to defeat the Warlock.

Florida must be important. I just had to wait and see how.

And in the mean time, there were a lot of hunky men and sexy women to enjoy. Maybe even Antsy. She was definitely beautiful. I stood up when we reached the gate, Antsy following me off the plane, her heart-shaped face excited.

"I'm going to forget all about my asshole brother and have fun!" she whooped. "I hope the FBI makes his life miserable."

I frowned. "Why?" I asked. "Who is your brother?"

She bit her lip, then sighed. "Mark Glassner. I'm sure you've heard about him on the news."

I blinked in surprise. Providence had guided me to the sister of the Warlock. How did she fit into Heaven's plans?

To be continued...