The Devil's Pact Pt. 13

I couldn't help reaching out and tugging on the purple butterfly charms dangling from her pierced nipples. I tugged hard and Xiu moaned--she was such a pain slut. "We worked together for a year, and I never knew you had pierced nipples." We had both been waitresses, along with Fiona, at the Sky City Restaurant atop the Space Needle in Seattle. The night Master had claimed us had been so wild.

Xiu giggled. "I didn't advertise them." She sat the glass on the table and joined me on the bed. I laid down gently, not wanting to aggravate my shoulder more.

It was nice to be out of the hospital and back were I belonged. Xiu pulled the sheets over us and turned off the lamp. She lay her head down on the pillow, staring at me. Her hand gently teased my nipple, sending flutters down to my pussy.

"Do you want to fool around?" she asked me, arching her eyebrows.

"Tempting," I smiled. Before last Saturday night, I had never been with a woman. Mistress had taught me to appreciate a woman's touch as much as a man's. My pussy grew wet beneath Xiu's gentle touch.

And then the pain killer hit me. My head swam. "I'd love to but..." a yawn split my lips. "I think I need to get some sleep."

Xiu pulled her finger away, then leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Of course. You need to get better so you can fuck my ass with a thick, unlubed dildo."

"That sounds painful."

"So painful," moaned Xiu.

"It's a deal," I promised her, giving her a kiss on the lips. "I'll make you hurt so much."

"You are so wonderful," Xiu smiled.

"Uh-huh," I sighed as the vicodin pulled me down into sleep.

Chapter Four

Beware whom you put under your control, for your Thralls will be the swords the Priestesses wield against you, Warlock.

--excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Thursday, June 13th, 2013 -- Noel Heinrich

The no-knock warrant was clutched in my hand, faxed over by Judge Grant. We had woken the Judge up, but when he learned who it was for, Judge Grant didn't hesitate to send us the warrant we had requested. I had on my FBI windbreaker over my bulletproof vest. My blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, my free hand resting on my handgun.

"We got it," I announced.

Agent Peterson nodded. "Lieutenant Barber, let's roll."

The SWAT commander nodded his head. Like his SWAT officers, he was dressed in black nomex and body armor, an MP5 slung in front of his chest. "We take no chances," Barber growled, grabbing a gas mask off the table. His men were already pulling on theirs. "He's armed and looking to kill cops. Take him out if you see anything questionable. We think he controls people with a gas, but let's not find out if he uses a different method."

The SWAT officers flashed thumbs up.

A tremble ran through me as I grabbed my own gas mask, pulling it on. A rubber scent filled my nose. My breath rasped. I had to suck in the air through the filters. I strapped it down, the rubber sealing about my mouth. I felt short of breath.

The SWAT officers' boots pounded as they headed towards their big, blue armored vehicle, piling into the back. I hopped into our blue sedan, Peterson driving. The rubber straps of his gas mask ran across his bald head, squeezing into his scalp.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded. "Let's bury this bastard."

Peterson laughed, his voice hollow through the gas mask.

The SWAT van's lights flashed on as the garage door opened. Peterson revved the engine. The van pulled out and we followed, racing through the early morning streets of South Hill to take care of Mark Glassner.

* * *

Doug Allard

I dozed in my chair. Whatever Brandon expected to happen tonight hadn't. It was nearing four in the morning, and I was on the fifth cup of bad coffee. My head nodded, my eyes closing as I drifted off into sleep.

I jerked awake, sitting up in the chair. I rubbed my eyes. I so wanted to sleep. I glanced with envy at the cheap, army-green cot sitting next to all the surveillance gear. It was uncomfortable, the metal frame dug into my sides, and the pillow was small. But I needed to sleep so badly.

My bladder was full, so I stood up. I stumbled down the hall, rubbing at my bleary eyes. I groaned, almost dozing as I stood at the toilet. I splashed water on my face after I finished, the cold shocking me awake for a moment. I headed back to the surveillance room and poured myself another cup of bad coffee.

No one was awake at Brandon's house. Mark, Mary, and their new victim, Jessica, slept in the Master bedroom. The coffee was burnt. I barely noticed it as I stared at the thermal camera, looking for any movement.

Flashing lights caught my attention out on Shaw Road. A SWAT van turned onto Mountain View Terrace from the major arterial. Its lights turned off as it roared down the suburban street towards the house.

I was instantly awake, sitting up in my chair. "Let them kill him," I whispered, my stomach clenching. "Don't let him speak, boys. Just put a bullet between his eyes."

The SWAT van squealed to a stop. I couldn't see the front of the house but I knew what was happening. SWAT officers would be surrounding the house, preparing to breach and take Mark Glassner down.

I jumped as a phone rang through my headphones. Someone was calling the house.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The ringing of a phone woke me up. My eyes opened as my smart phone vibrated on the nightstand, the screen lighting up the room. I groaned and reached for it. "Hello," I groggily said. It was 4:09 am according to the clock. Too early to be up.

"Master?" Jessica asked.

Mary and Jessica stirred in bed. Mary lay between us and Jessica was spooning her from behind. "Go back to bed," Mary muttered.

"Yes, Mistress." Jessica snuggled tight against her.

"Mark, it's Sheriff Erkhart," a man's voice said on the phone. It took my sleep-addled mind a moment to remember that I had met the Sheriff of Pierce County yesterday. He was one of the many police chiefs I put under my power at the LESA meeting.

"Yeah, Sheriff?" A yawn spread across my lips.

"I just found out that the FBI filed a no-knock warrant for 2936 Mountain View Court SE, Puyallup, WA 98374 seeking to arrest you in relation to those bank robberies," the Sheriff informed me. "The FBI and my SWAT unit is on their way to your house. They'll be there any minute."

"Shit," I muttered, coming awake.

"What is it?" Mary muttered.

A booming crash shook the house and splintering wood echoed from below. Heavy boots pounded through the house accompanied by men loudly shouting. The boots stomped up the stairs and crashed down the hallway. Sluts cried out in fear as doors were thrown open. Fear coursed cold through my veins as I struggled to get out of the bed. The blankets tangled about my legs, and I fell off the bed, landing hard on my side.

"Mark!" Mary shouted. "What the fuck is--"

The bedroom door burst open and two men in black fatigues wielding sub-machine guns flowed into the room, gas mask's covering their faces. They moved with a strange, almost mechanical precision "Hands on your head!" one barked, training his gun on me as I struggled to untangle my legs from the sheet. The other SWAT trained his weapon on Mary and Jessica, who screamed and grabbed each other.

"Fuck, stop pointing your guns at us and help me up, assholes!" I shouted in anger.

"Uh, sorry, sir," one of the SWAT officer said, lowering his sub-machine gun. He reached out and grabbed my hand, helping me up. "You are under arrest." He sounded confused that he was obeying me.

"No, I'm not," I snapped. "Everything I do is legal. Now go wait outside."

"Yes, sir," the SWAT officer said and the pair walked out. Screams and shouts echoed throughout the house as other SWAT officers secured the house.

"Mary, stay here until I get things sorted out," I told her.

"Yeah," she nodded, pale faced and clutching an equal frightened Jessica.

It took a few minutes to find all the SWAT officers roaming the house. By the time I got to the sluts, most had been cuffed by plastic ties and were sobbing in fear as black-clad cops stood over them. I had the SWAT release them before sending the cops outside to join the others. Violet hugged me in relief, and Karen was so shaken up by the experience that she threw up. Alison and Desiree clung tightly together, and I found Korina was still asleep; her painkillers were powerful. Xiu sat beside her bed. She was very protective.

"Is it okay?" Mary asked, peering down the stairs.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm heading outside to get this fucking mess straightened out."

Anger burned inside me. These fucking cops burst into my house. They could have killed Mary, me, or one of our sluts. My fists clenched in anger. When I found out who turned me in, they would pay for endangering my loved ones. I burst outside the house, naked and pissed.

A fat, balding man in a blue, FBI windbreaker was yelling at the SWAT officers standing around the front yard. "What the hell are you guys doing?" the agent demanded, his face turning beat red.

"Mark told us to wait outside, Agent Peterson" one of the SWAT officers shrugged.

"The fucking suspect tells you to wait outside and you genius just listen to him?" Agent Peterson demanded in astonishment. "Did you take off your masks while you were inside?"

"No, he never gassed us," the SWAT guy shrugged. "He just explained that he wasn't a criminal. Since nothing he does is a crime, there's no point in us being in his house."

The other SWAT officers shrugged or nodded.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Agent Peterson swore. "Who the fuck is this guy? How the fuck does he control people if it's not a gas? Fuck it! Heinrich, let's get this asshole!" He drew a gun. "No chances. We put a--"

"Uh, sir, he's at the door," a female agent pointed, her face covered by a gas mask. She was wearing the same windbreaker as Agent Peterson, her sandy-blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Shit!" Peterson swore and spun about, pointing his gun at me. The female agent, presumably Agent Heinrich, drew hers as well.

"Put your guns away!" I snapped in anger before he could shoot me. "I'm no criminal."

Peterson holstered his gun and then blinked, staring down at his hand in astonishment.

"See," quipped the SWAT officer. "He's not a criminal. We're wasting our time."

"Shut up, lieutenant," Peterson grumbled.

"Is it safe, Mark?" Mary called from upstairs.

"Yeah, Mare, come on down and bring Jessica!" I shouted back.

Mary appeared nude, holding an equally naked Jessica's hand. Both girls had similar builds, their breasts about the same size, Mary's a little perkier, Jessica's a little rounder. The main difference was their skin coloring, Mary was fair skinned and covered in freckles while Jessica had caramel skin from her mixed ethnic background.

Mary slipped her arm around my waist and I hugged her shoulder. "What're you gonna do, Mark?" she asked, looking at the ruin of our front door. They had used a battering ram to crack the door open, shattering the frame in the process.

"Embarrass Agent Peterson," I told her. "Jessica, let your producer know you have a story about the FBI raiding an innocent man's house and scaring his family with their storm trooper assault. You'll have an interview with me and Mary, plus the idiot agent who fucked up."

"Yes, Master," Jessica smiled, scurrying away into the house.

"FBI Agents and SWAT officers, take off those stupid gas masks! They're useless!" I yelled. They obeyed. Agent Heinrich's attractive face appeared; I grinned, eyeing her. "I'm Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee, Mary Sullivan. Everything we do is legal. If Mary Sullivan or someone who says 'I serve Mark Glassner' approaches you do whatever they say!"

Nods, grunts, and various affirmatives echoed back from the crowd.

"Agent Peterson, Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 News is going to interview you. You will tell her because of your incompetence, you and your men raided an innocent man's house, broke his door down, and scared his family. Agent Heinrich, you objected to his plan, but Peterson used his seniority to shut you down. Peterson, you will tell the reporter that I was given the money by the branch managers. I'm sure that's what they all told you. There's no crime in that. And since all the women I have fucked are willing, your allegations of sexual assault are also unfounded. Your incompetence is responsible for this entire mess."

"Fine," Peterson said, flushing. A couple of the SWAT officers sniggered.

"Agent Heinrich, I need to speak with you, inside," I said, my cock hardening.

"Okay, sir," she said and walked inside. "I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding. It's just Peterson..." She frowned, her memories conflicting to my orders.

"Don't worry about it," I said, my hand going around her waist and sliding down to squeeze her ass through her slacks. Very nice.

"Have fun," Mary said, kissing me.

"You don't want to play with her?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh, I think there will be plenty of time for that," Mary said with a knowing smile. Mary knew what I was thinking. Agent Heinrich looked cute and having a spy in the FBI would be a good thing. Mary walked out of the house, eyeing the SWAT officers. She grabbed two of them and led them past me back inside the house.

"Two?" I asked.

Mary giggled. "I want a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. And these guy look yummy."

I wanted to object. I still didn't like it when Mary fooled around with men, but she let me have all the women I wanted, so it was only fair. "Okay," I nodded.

Chapter Five

The Glassnerians love to paint the Tyrants as infallible beings, but they made many mistakes. Their earliest mistake was dominating the Pierce County SWAT Unit. They left a potent weapon to be collected by the Sisters of Mary Magdalene.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner

The other sluts were gathering in the living room as Mary led her two studs inside. I followed with Agent Heinrich. The FBI agent had sandy-blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Her face was round with gray-blue eyes and a milkmaid's fair complexion. Underneath her FBI windbreaker she wore a cheap, blue pantsuit and a bulletproof vest.

"Master, may we have some fun?" Alison asked, glancing at Mary as she had the two SWAT guys strip naked. They were very muscular and Mary ran her hands over their pecs, her smile appreciative. I needed to get in better shape.

"Sure," I said. The sluts all raced outside. I grabbed Violet as she tried to get pass. "Only my cock gets inside your cunt," I reminded her.

"Oh, sorry Master," Violet flushed. I smacked her ass.

"You can play with me an Agent Heinrich." I turned to the Agent. "Strip. And what's your first name, Agent?"

"Noel," she answered, dropping the windbreaker to the floor and started unvelcroing her bulletproof vest.

Alison and Desiree returned with a SWAT officer, pulling him upstairs. Karen found the one female SWAT officer to play with. Thamina had hung back, obviously nervous. Fiona returned with a SWAT guy and pulled Thamina along with her. "Let's get you good and fucked, Thamina" Fiona giggled.

Noel had a plain white bra and her large tits were spilling out of it. Her figure was slim and fit. She shrugged out of her pants and also had on boring, white panties. They were practically granny panties. She pulled those off next, revealing a blonde landing strip pointing towards her bald pussy. Lastly, her bra came off and those big, beautiful titties spilled out. She had large nipples and huge areolas.

"Wow," Violet murmured and sucked one of those huge nipples into her lips. My cock throbbed hard as the young woman suckled, her ass shaking back and forth.

I pulled off the black scrunchy holding Noel's hair back and it spilled about her shoulders. "What do you think, Mare?"

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"Keep her," I purred to my fiance as I was sandwiched between the two naked SWAT officers. Noel was sexy. She'd make a great slut.

I couldn't keep my hands off the muscular SWAT officers. Their bodies were so hard, so yummy. I loved Mark, but his body couldn't compare to these men. My hand stroked down their rippling abs to grasp their cocks. They were nice, growing hard as I stroked them. One leaned down and sucked my hard nipple into his lips.

"Noel, you're my sex slave, and Mary's," Mark commanded the FBI Agent. Noel nodded her head, accepting his commands. "You'll do whatever nasty thing we want you to do. More importantly, you're going to be our spy in the FBI. Report on anything that might affect us. You will act like your normal self when around others."

"Okay, Mark," Noel answered.

"Master," admonished Violet, smacking Noel's ass. What a good slut. I squeezed the cocks in my hand as I watched.

"Good, you're going to suck my cock, slut!" Mark sat on the couch.

"Yes, Master," Noel purred as she and Violet both fell to their knees. The FBI slut eagerly swallowed my fiance's dick as Violet sucked his balls into her mouth. Mark groaned, leaning his head back and watching me.

I smiled at my fiance, loving his attention. "You boys want to worship me, right?" I purred.

"Yes," the black-haired hunk groaned as I fisted his cock.

"I'll worship you," the blond said, gazing up at me with blue eyes.

"Then on your knees and eat my ass and pussy," I commanded. "Worship me. Make me cum and maybe I'll let you have some fun." I squeezed their cocks hard then let go of them.

"I'll make you cum," blond-haired promised.

The studs fell to their knees. Blond wasted no time in burying his fact between my thighs. His tongue was eager, his lips strong, as he ate me out. A pair of strong hands spread my ass cheeks. Black-haired's whiskered cheeks rubbed against my soft flesh as his tongue licked at my sphincter. I savored the burning pleasure shuddering through me.

My eyes were fixed on Mark and his cock being worshiped by the two sluts. Violet licked her way up his cock and Noel moved off, exposing the crown. Violet eagerly sucked Mark's tip into her mouth. Noel kissed at the shaft's side, her lips brushing Violet's she bobbed on Mark's cock, her pigtails dangling down. Mark grinned at me, loving every second of it.

"Keep eating my cunt and asshole," I moaned, wanting to feel that same bliss my fiance experienced. "C'mon, don't be fucking, limp-dicked wimps! Really get your tongues in there."

Blond's tongue wiggled deep into my pussy and Black-hair wormed his tongue into my asshole. He swirled it around my tight ass, stirring naughty pleasure through me. I undulated my hips, sliding my fingers up to squeezing my nipples as the rapture grew inside me.

"Umm, that's a little better. You assholes scared the hell out of me and now you can repay me with some orgasms." I grinned at Mark. "I hope those sluts are doing a better job than these sissies."

"I got no complaints," Mark groaned.

"Sorry, ma'am," Blond groaned, lifting his face from my pussy.

A surge of anger shot through me. "Did I say to stop eating my pussy, jackass?"

The officer dove back into her pussy, and I gave a shudder of pleasure. Their tongues were even more enthusiastic. I had a pair of men that were strong enough to tie me in knots, and they had to obey me. I groaned and gasped, my orgasm hurtling towards me.

"That's it! Eat me, you fucking sissies! Devour me! Make me cum!" I howled. "Oh, fuck! That's it!"

My orgasm writhed through me. My pussy convulsed, squirting juices into Blond's mouth. I tossed my head back, stars dancing before my eyes. I swayed, only held up by their strong hands squeezing my thighs.

"Shit, you're so hot, Mare," my fiance moaned. "I love watching you cum."