The Devil's Pact Pt. 13

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner

Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison

Desiree Fitzsimmons

Lana

Chantelle

Xiu

Korina

Fiona

Violet

Lillian

Nurse Thamina

Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter

Demons

Lucifer

Lilith

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām

Sister Theodora Mariam

Sister Louise Afra (Sister Cuntrag)

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons

Doug Allard, P.I.

Tina Allard

Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI

Dominion Ramiel, Angel

Antsy (Mark's Sister)

Chapter One

And the Holy Slut Jessica did appear before the masses testifying to our Living Gods good graces. The slander and vile accusations against our beatific Gods were coming to an end. Day-by-day, more people were witnessed to their love and were converted.

--The First Book of Vivian 15:43

Wednesday, June 12th, 2013 -- Jessica St. Pierre -- Seattle, WA

"We're joined live in studio by Jessica St. Pierre," Jordan, the anchorwoman, announced as I sat beside her. I looked at camera 2, my smile ready. The red light switched on, letting me know I was live on air.

"Thank you, Jordan. Thrilled to be here in studio."

"After all the hard work you've done on the Mark Glassner story, I think you earned it," she laughed. At the sound of my Master's name, a hot flush went through me. But I didn't let my excitement show. Today had been such a roller coaster day. Master had claimed me as his this morning, taking me hard in the back of my news van.

"I hear there has been a new break in the case," Jordan smiled.

"Yes," I nodded, pulling my thoughts from Master. "I've been talking with members of the Puyallup Police Department, and they are confused by the FBI's persecution of Mark Glassner."

"You would characterized the FBI going after a terrorist as 'persecution', Jessica?" Jordan asked, her professional mask almost slipping.

"Yes, I would. The Puyallup Police have no evidence that Mark Glassner has committed a single crime. Even his so-called victims don't believe he did anything wrong. In fact, all speak quite positively of their time and enjoyment with Mark Glassner. Thus far, no lab has identified any compound that Mark uses to control people. Besides, have you ever heard of a gas that makes people act strange or have to obey someone?"

"Well...?" Jordan swallowed, glancing at the line producer. The line producer, a skinny man whose name I had forgotten, was freaking out.

"That's why the Puyallup Police haven't been responding to new reports of Mark's activities. In fact, they are firm supporters of Mark Glassner. I even spoke with Mark today, and while the cameras weren't rolling, he assured me that he is not a criminal."

When Master spoke to me this morning, before he fucked me, everything had finally made sense. Nothing he did was wrong. He never hurt anyone, and even if he did, everything he did was right. I interviewed more than a few women that loved being taken by him. My pussy grew wet as I remembered his cock reaming my ass. His cum was still inside me, slowly trickling out and soaking into my panties. I could smell that wonderful musk when I inhaled deeply.

"I'm in negotiations for an interview with Mark Glassner right at this moment," I continued. It was a white lie. I hadn't broached the topic with Master. But I would when I got home.

The line producer froze. He had been about to cut the feed and yank me off the air.

"It'll be a KIRO 7 exclusive. We'll find out all about the man behind the hysteria," I continued.

"We're going to commercial in fifteen seconds," the engineer said in my earpiece.

"What an exciting development," Jordan said, smoothly finishing. "Stay tune to KIRO 7 News. Our journalist go where the story is, no matter the risk, to bring the news you need to know."

The lights on the cameras turned off. We were off the air.

"Can you really get an interview with Mark Glassner?" the line producer demanded.

"Yes, I can," I beamed. I would win an Emmy for my reporting. I would dedicate my award to Master. Hopefully by then, I could proudly tell the world just who owns me. "I need to get some prep work done for the interview."

* * *

Doug Allard

I leaned back in the chair, stretching my arms as day two of the surveillance neared its end. Both Mark and Mary were gone. So far nothing interesting had happened all day. Mark had gone out on his naked jogging, come home and there was the usually orgy, and then he and Mary left in separate cars.

My phone rang. "Hey, Tina," I answered with a yawn.

"How goes the stakeout?" my wife asked.

"Boring. How're you doing?"

"Entertaining a hung stud."

I smiled at my wife's playful tone. "Well, I'm glad you're keeping busy." I spent most of my time as a private investigator following cheating spouses. I had seen so many men and women break their marriage vows, I was growing a bit jaded. Tina sensed it and started the running joke about her entertaining "hung guys" while I was on my stakeout. It helped to diffuse my suspicious nature.

I trusted Tina. I had to. With the shit I see, I'd go crazy if I didn't.

"Are you able to get away? The roofer will be here to give us an estimate."

"I doubt it. This is important."

"I know." My wife sighed. "The roofer's going to try and rip us off, and I won't be able to know how he's doing. You're so much better at this stuff."

Our house needed a new roof, and thanks to the money Brandon was paying me for this job, we had that covered. I wanted to be there to help my wife out with the important things, but stopping Mark was a necessity. Brandon and I had to find his weakness, some way to get around his mind control magic. Brandon was already in hiding. Which was good, because Mark was looking for him.

I couldn't blame the guy either. If Mark was hunting me down, I'd crawl under whatever rock I could.

"So what's going on over there?" Tina asked.

"Nothing much. His dominated women are cleaning the house dressed like sexy maids."

"Such hard work you have to do," Tina giggled. "Watching all those young women prance around naked or next to it."

"I know," I sighed.

A cop car drove down the street to Mark's house. "He's back from his meeting at LESA." That made my spine cold."

"Where's Lisa?" my wife asked.

"No, L E S A. The Law Enforcement Support Agency. He went to the monthly meeting. All the top cops of Pierce County from the Sheriff to the Chief of Police of Tacoma were there."

"Oh, damn," groaned my wife. "This is getting worse."

With the laser microphone, I picked the sound of Mark walking into the door and the squeal of his sex slaves at his arrival. "Yes, it is," I agreed.

My line beeped. I had another call.

"Hey, honey, can I call you back. Brandon's on the phone."

"Sure." Tina paused "I love you so you better not get dominated by Mark."

"I won't. I love you, too, babe." I clicked on my phone. "Hey, Mr. Fitzsimmons."

"Keep watching the house all night," Brandon said, his voice eager. "This might just end tonight."

Chapter Two

"A strange sickness is plaguing the citizens of South Hill. Young men, and even a few older, are falling into comas or even dying while asleep. The symptoms include seizures, sudden fatigue, and impotence. Health authorities are swamped. Do these cases have anything to do with the infamous Mark Glassner believed to be in the vicinity?"

--excerpt from Carlos Gutierrez's report on KING 5 News, June 12th, 2013

Mark Glassner

"Master," the sluts squealed when I walked into the door. Lillian was the first to reach me, throwing her arms around my face and giving me a big kiss. I held the goth slut, savoring her lithe body against mine.

"Is Mary home?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not yet.

"Mi Rey," Desiree purred as she strode up, her breasts jiggling in her low-cut blouse. My Hispanic beauty hugged me and kissed me.

Alison let out a squeal and joined in and I shared a three-way kiss with my first slut and my second. I broke the kiss and Alison and Desiree kept on kissing. I admired the youthful Alison as she made out with the brown-skinned, and more mature Desiree.

"You two are hot," I grinned.

Alison broke the kiss, grinning broadly. She looked so sexy with her bubblegum-pink hair. Through the transparent top of her blouse, I could see her hard nipples pierced by a pair of silver barbells. "I just can't help myself, Master. Everything Desiree does is sexy," grinned Alison.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"We need to get back to cooking dinner," Desiree said. "With your permission, mi Rey."

"Of course." I smacked Desiree's plump ass. "Don't you dare burn it."

Lillian went back to dusting in the living room as Xiu appeared. "Master," the petite yet buxom slut said. Her round, Chinese face was only marred by the splint for her broken nose. "How was the meeting?"

"Perfect," I answered.

"Master convinced all the Police Chiefs that he is not a terrorist," Chasity added. "And then we played on the way home."

I grinned, remembering the way Abby shuddered on my lap as she rode my cock on the drive back to South Hill. I pushed that out of my mind and remembered Thamina needed to be relieved.

I stroked Xiu's face. "Go to the hospital and relieve Thamina."

"Yes, Master," she nodded, scurrying off to fetch a set of car keys.

Korina was still in the hospital, recovering from her gunshot. Thamina was watching over her. Korina was one of the three sluts not home. The other two, Chantelle and Lana, were still on their honeymoon. I think they would be back on Friday, but it was hard to remember that night at the Space Needle. Mary and I may have over did it celebrating our engagement.

Karen appeared, the former nun scurrying up to give me an enthusiastic kiss. I couldn't resist cupping her ass. She moaned, still tender from all her discipline. But now that she had broken and become my slut, she was such a submissive woman.

"I assume you put them under your power, Master?" she asked.

I nodded. "Did you have any doubts?"

"You're the most powerful Warlock I've ever encountered," she beamed and gave me another kiss. Then she giggled and pointed.

I turned and there was Lillian cleaning the living room, a feather duster in her hand. She was dressed in her slutty maid outfit. Lillian bent over, dusting the coffee table. Her skirt had ridden up to expose her shaved pussy and her naked ass flashed beneath her skirt and petticoats. My cock throbbed at the beautiful sight. Her pussy was a tight, inviting slit.

"She is so sexy," I whispered.

Karen unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, giving me a hard stroke. "Go fuck her cunt, Master," she whispered in my ear.

I advanced on Lillian quietly. She hadn't noticed, fixated on dusting, and I grabbed her hips and slammed into her dry pussy.

"Oh, shit!" Lillian gasped in pain and surprise. She glanced back at me and her shock instantly vanished, replaced by joy. "Oh, Master, you feel so good inside my slutty cunt!" Her pussy began to moisten as her lust built, her hips pushing back.

"Your slutty cunt feels so good on my cock!" I gasped as she started to move her hips.

I fucked Lillian hard, holding her hips as I plowed deep inside her. Her cunt was sopping wet after a few thrust and she was panting like a bitch in heat. My balls slapped into her, my hands gripping her hips tight as I savored every inch of her cunt.

"Fuck her, Master," moaned Karen as she walked around us. She was naked and beaming happily at me. Karen's curly, light brown hair fell about her shoulders and her breasts. Pink nipples peaked out between strands of hair. "Isn't he a stud, Chasity?"

"Yes, he is," Chasity purred, entering into the living room. "That's why we love him."

I laughed. "You love me because I ordered you to."

"That's how much of a stud you are, Master," Chasity moaned, sitting down on the couch and spreading her thighs. Her slutty, cop's uniform slit up, exposing her pussy. "I'm so fucking wet from watching you pound her."

"Me, too," Karen moaned. She walked over to the couch, her welted ass swaying, and sat carefully next to Chasity. Karen leaned in and kissed Chasity on the lips. Now that Karen was my slut and no longer a Nun, she was quite friendly and affectionate and really seemed to enjoy kissing the other sluts.

I enjoyed watching her do it.

Lillian bucked her hips back into me, her pussy tight and silky on my cock. I pounded her hard as I watched Karen and Chasity kiss. Lillian moaned appreciatively, flashing me a wicked smile. "You fuck me even harder when you have a show to watch, Master."

"Does he?" Karen asked. "Umm, what happens when I do this?" Karen's hand slipped into Chasity's half open blouse. She fished out one of Chasity's round breasts and sucked a pink nipple into her mouth. Chasity gasped and slid her free hand over to caress Karen's thigh, sliding up higher and higher and dipping between her legs and finding Karen's wet cunt.

"He fucks me even harder!" gasped Lillian, my balls slapping into her clit as I pounded her. "Master, you're so good! I'm going to cum!"

Her cunt rippled about my cock. "Do you want me to cum in your dirty pussy?" I moaned.

"Yes, Master!" Lillian shouted as she orgasmed. "Cum in my dirty, slutty pussy!"

My balls boiled. I buried my cock to the hilt in her inviting depths, letting her convulsing cunt massage my cock. My balls erupted and I shot three large spurts of cum into her cunt. I grunted with each one, savoring the pleasure. Cumming in a slut's cunt never got old.

"Thank you, Master," Lillian purred as I pulled out of her cunt. Lillian dipped a finger down and shoved it into her snatch. When she pulled it out, her finger was sticky with my cum, and she sucked it eagerly into her mouth.

I smacked Lillian's ass. "Finish your dusting, slut."

I turned to face the other two sluts and knelt on the couch between Karen's spread legs, my hard cock brushing Chasity's hand as she diddled the former nun. Karen stopped sucking at Chasity's tit and Chasity moved her hand out of my dick's way.

"Let me help you, Master," Chasity purred, guiding my cock to the wet folds of Karen's cunt.

"Yes," Karen moaned. "I need his cock in me."

Chasity rubbed me on those wet folds. I shuddered and thrust the moment I felt Karen's opening. Her hot, juicy twat engulfed my cock, squeezing down as I hammered her. Karen whimpered in pain as I fucked her hard, shoving her tender ass against the couch. But the pleasure of my cock in her cunt soon turned her whimpers of pain into sighs of pleasure.

"Fuck my nasty snatch!" Karen moaned. "Oh, you're so big inside me! I don't care how much it hurts! I love this cock."

"Fuck her, hard, Master," Chasity purred, her hand stroking my back through my shirt.

Chasity snuggled closer, her breast brushing Karen's lip, and Karen sucked her nipple back into her greedy mouth. I leaned over and captured Chasity's other nipple, sucking and nibbling on the round nub. Chasity moaned in delight, her hand sliding down my back, across my ass and between my legs. She gently massaged my balls, stirring electricity to the tip of my cock.

"Cum in her dirty cunt," Chasity moaned. "Just flood her. The slut needs it! We all need your cum!"

Karen's legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me deep into her. My strokes were shallow, fast and hard. I released Chasity's nipple and kissed Karen's cheek. I pumped in and out harder, licking up to her ear as she noisily suckled at Chasity's breast.

"Your cunt feel so good on my cock!" I hissed in her ear.

Karen moaned around Chasity's nipple and her cunt spasmed on my cock. My dirty words set her off. She bucked against me, sucking as much of Chasity's tit into her mouth as she could. She thrashed so hard while her cunt clenched on my cock.

"Did my cock make you cum, bitch!"

Karen released Chasity's nipple. "Yes, it did, Master! Your cock feel so amazing in my filthy cunt!"

Keys rattled and the front door opened and I heard women giggling. Mary, trailed by Violet and Fiona, entered the living room. "I found the perfect wedding dress," Mary gushed excitedly to me as I fucked our slut.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"Oh, her dress is so beautiful, Master!" Violet exclaimed, her pigtails flashing behind her as she raced up to Mark, giving him a big kiss as he plowed into Karen's pussy.

"You're going to be blown away by how beautiful Mistress will look in it," Fiona added when Mark broke the kiss with Violet. Fiona happily gave him a sultry kiss, my horny fiance's hands squeezing her large breasts through her top before he sent her scurrying off with a slap to the ass.

I sat down on the couch next my fiance fucking the slut. The couch rocked as Karen writhed and shuddered. Chasity smiled at me across the fucking pair. Mark leaned down, cupping my chin. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, his tongue strong as he explored my mouth and tasted the tart, fresh flavor of another woman's pussy.

"Have you been a naughty filly?" he asked with a grin.

I beamed at him, my dimples flashing at Mark. "The seamstress, Bonnie, gave very satisfactory service."

"I bet she did," Mark leered.

"How did the meeting go?" I asked.

"Good," he answered while continuing to fuck Karen. The slut moaned and gasped, loving my fiance's cock. He did have a nice one. "We'll have the tryouts for the bodyguards on Saturday. I figure we'll hold it at Sparks Stadium. Tomorrow, I'll call and book it."

I nodded. Karen's quivering breasts caught my eye. I reached out and pinched Karen's nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Karen stopped sucking Chasity's nipple and turned to face me. "Are you making my stallion fill good with your cunt, whore?" I asked, twisting her nipple hard.

"Absolutely, Mistress!" Karen gasped, a flash of pain contorting her face.

"Good slut," I cooed and captured her lips in a kiss. "And how are you, Chasity?"

"Wonderful," the slutty cop breathed.

"I bet your just dying to lick my pussy."

"Naughty filly," Mark moaned.

"Always," I sighed as Chasity squealed and rushed around Mark, falling to her knees in her eager haste to lick my pussy. I let her push my legs apart, gasping in delight as her mouth buried into my pussy.

My pussy was hot. It was exciting watching my fiance fuck another woman. Chasity's tongue eagerly licked through my lips, teasing my pussy in all the right spots. She knew what to do, and I moaned and shuddered on her lips. I grabbed her blonde hair, pulling her deeper into my pussy.

"Lick me, whore! Make me cum!" I moaned as I humped her face.

Mark smacked Chasity's ass. "You better make her cum hard, slut!"

"I will," moaned Chasity. "I love making Mistress cum!"

"I can tell," I gasped, my hips bucking as her tongue curled through my folds. "Yes, right there. That's what I need. Umm, you're doing good. Keep tonguing me. Keep making me feel so amazing."

Mark watched me, his eyes feasting on my freckled tits. I hefted a small breast. He leaned over, hungrily sucking on my nipple as he kept plowing Karen. I shuddered as he suckled, the pleasure shooting straight down to my pussy. My body thrashed as my orgasm neared.

"Yes!" I purred. I was on fire. I needed to explode. I needed to spill my juices all over her face. I wanted to experience her licking up every wonderful drop of my bliss. Another spasm shuddered through me, my pleasure swelling. "Drink it all!" I moaned.

Chasity sealed her lips to my pussy, her tongue swirling through my folds. She was so eager. She wanted my pussy cream.

So I gave it to her.

My body convulsed as I came. My juices squirted out. The couch rocked with the violence of my spasm. I screamed out my joy. Such pleasure burst inside me. Mark's lips released my nipple, pulling back as I thrashed hard.