The Devil's Pact Pt. 16

"Noel will handle it," Chasity nodded, a smile on her face. "She's tough and confident, Master."

I nodded my head. "You'll help her if she needs it?"

"Of course, Master. I can get the Puyallup Police on it," she smiled.

"Good. Do what it takes to stop them."

"Any restrictions?" she asked.

"Nope. I want it dealt with. No one is fucking killing me or Mary."

"Yes, Master." Chasity reached out and patted my hand. "Noel plans on raiding them today. It will be taken care of."

"Good," I nodded.

It was strange hearing that people wanted me dead. Did this cult have something to do with a real demon? Marduk. Who the fuck was Marduk? I pulled out my phone and did a search. He was some Babylonian god of water and judgment. And bulls and a bunch of other BS. This is why we were recruiting bodyguards tomorrow.

Noel would handle it. I trusted her. And if not, I could use my powers and dominate the cult.

Since I had my phone out, I looked up the phone number for the Stag in Lakewood. It was the restaurant my friend Karl worked at. I had promised him I would turn his bitch of a boss into his sex slave. She should be in to oversee the morning prep for the restaurant.

The phone rang a few time. "The Stag in Lakewood," a bored guy answered the phone.

"I need to speak to Julie."

"Yeah, sure." The phone rustled. "Hey, Julie, phone call."

A moment later, an impatient woman snapped, "Yes, what is it?" She had a shrewish voice, the kind that belonged to a woman who would nag you to death. I didn't hear the appeal, but maybe Karl just wanted to make the bitch suffer.

"Julie, from now on you're going to be Karl Nielson sex slave," I commanded her. "You'll do whatever Karl wants and love him for as long as he wants you, okay."

"Yeah," she answered, the shrewish tone vanishing. "Who are you?"

I hung up on her. Karl's sex slave was down, just Chris and Tom left to go.

"Sluts, let Mary sleep as long as she wants," I ordered as I stood up. "Chantelle and Lana should be showing up today."

"They were with you at the Space Needle last week?" Xiu asked.

I nodded, a grin crossing my lips. "That was a wild night.

Last Saturday, I took Mary out on a day-long date. We first went orca watching and there met Lana and Chantelle, a pair of newly-wedded lesbians. They were so cute and sexy we had to keep them. Then went to the Space Needle where I proposed to Mary.

She had been so happy when I did that.

To celebrate our engagement, I had taken over the entirety of the restaurant at the top of the Space Needle. I kept the six most beautiful servers and had them work naked. It devolved into an orgy pretty quickly. Mary and I ended up keeping three of the servers--Xiu, Fiona, and Korina--as sex slaves

"Yeah,," I nodded. "I let them enjoy the rest of their honeymoon before they had to return. Which should be today. I think." That night was foggy. We drank a lot of champagne.

"How nice," Desiree said. Then she cleared her throat before nervously asking, "Mi Rey, would you be mad if I asked Alison to marry me?"

I blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Well, we've been spending a lot of time together, and..." Desiree took a deep breath. "I love her, mi Rey."

"I've noticed," Chasity grinned. "You two are so cute together. Mistress thinks you're adorable."

Xiu nodded her head.

"Wait, you've all noticed them?" I frowned. I had seen the two together touching and kissing a lot. I never thought much of it. Did I care if they got married? No. It wouldn't change the fact they were my sluts, and if this made them happy, then what was the harm? "Well, if you love her, I think it's great idea."

"Thank you, mi Rey." There were tears in her eyes as she bent over and kissed me.

"Take a thousand dollars and go buy an engagement ring," I said, pushing away from the table. "Let Mary know I will be home probably this afternoon. Desiree, you know what to cook for dinner?" Tonight, Mary's sisters, their boyfriends, and Mary's father were coming to dinner.

"Yes, mi Reina left instructions. I'll pick up the ingredients after breakfast while I'm out shopping for the ring."

I kissed Xiu, Chasity, and Desiree before heading out of the house to my silver Mustang. I loved this car. It had belonged to this asshole who screamed at me in a parking lot. So I swapped my piece of shit car for his brand-new Mustang.

* * *

Agent Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

"Sir," I said, knocking on SAC Kemp's office open door. I poked my heat through. "Do you have a minute?"

"Yes, Heinrich?" he asked. He was a short, round man, his hair balding. Despite that, he had an intimidating stare.

"Sir. We've had a tip about the Marduk Cult. They are performing a murder-for-higher. They're meeting with a man who's hiring them at noon today in Fife."

"Not much time" he said. "What do you need?"

"Give me a surveillance team and we'll gather what intel we can," I said, trying to hide my tremble. I fought the urge to make sure my sandy-blonde hair was pinned up in a bun. I couldn't be afraid. "We might be able to bug the place or use a laser microphone on the window."

"Sure." He nodded.

I almost sighed in relief. That was easy.

"Oh, who's the target?"

I tried to casually say, "Mark Glassner."

My boss froze for a moment then nodded. "Okay, put together the team."

"Thank you, sir."

I closed his door and let out the sigh. I would protect Master.

* * *

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

My first stop was Hot Chick A Latte to get Chris his sex slave. The bikini barista stand was a hot pink, tiny building situated in the parking lot of a convenient store on Meridian, the main drag that ran north and south through South Hill down into Puyallup and up towards Federal Way and SeaTac. I parked my Mustang, walked up to the rear door, and knocked hard.

"Let me in," I ordered.

The door opened and a tan-skinned woman, with the largest tits I had ever seen outside of porn, opened the door. She was easily a G Cup like Chris claimed. Her breasts were full and heavy, swaying as she walked. Two hot-pink pasties covered her nipples. The only clothing she wore was a pair of frilly, yellow panties. Behind her another busty girl, only a DD Cup, also wearing pasties, made a coffee for a customer.

"Yes?" the busty girl asked.

"Velvet?" She nodded. "Good, we're going to fuck, so get those panties off."

"You're him?" she gasped as she pulled off her panties. "The terrorist."

"Yep," I nodded as stepped into the tight stand. "It's your lucky day."

I tore off her left pasty. She winced as her huge areola and fat nipple were exposed. I bent down and sucked her nub right into my mouth. Velvet gasped as I hefted her heavy tit and squeezed the fleshy mound. Chris would enjoy her.

"What the fuck?" the other barista gasped.

I popped my mouth off Velvet's nipple. "Keep working," I barked. "Nothing wrong is happening back here."

"Yeah, we're fucking," moaned Velvet, almost in surprise.

"You're dying to feel my cock," I grinned as I unzipped my fly.

"Oh, baby, I am. You're famous!" She shuddered as I pushed her up against a supply shelf. "Fuck me, baby!"

I slammed my cock into her hot, tight pussy. She squealed in delight as I pounded her. The shelf rocked and the ingredients rattled. A bottle of chocolate syrup crashed to the ground. Velvet worked her hips, fucking me back.

"Yes, yes! I'm fucking Mark Glassner! Oh, yes!"

"It's your lucky day, slut," I growled.

Her pussy clenched down on my cock. I shuddered, slamming in to her depths. Her huge tits pressed against my chest, one nipple still covered by the pasty. I gripped her skinny ass and plowed into her cunt.

The girl definitely had some nice charms.

"Yes, yes!" Velvet moaned, her lips wet on my cheeks as she kissed my face.

"You're going to be Chris Young's sex slave," I growled into her ear.

"Oh, who's that?" she asked in confusion.

"He's a customer," I said, and squeezed one of her big, soft tits. "You're going to love him and do whatever he wants, no matter how disgusting, for as long as he wants you."

"Yes, yes," Velvet gasped. "My Chris." Her cunt spasmed on my cock and she bucked against me.

"What a slut," I growled. Just the idea of being some guy's sex slave was enough to send this whore into an orgasm.

"I can't wait to meet my Chris!" she moaned. "He's my master!"

"Chris will come by today, and you're going to go with him because you belong to him now."

"Yes, yes, I'm all his," she panted, her pussy milking my cock. "I love him so much!"

I slammed into her depths. I shuddered as I erupted into my friend's new sex slave. I squeezed her ass and buried my face between those big, fat titties. They pressed on my cheeks as I groaned. My pleasure died and I pulled out of her.

Velvet slunk to the floor of the coffee stand, my cum oozing out of her cunt, wearing only a single pasty covering a fat nipple. "Chris is going to love you," I grinned. "You're a great fuck."

Velvet smiled. "Good."

I pulled out my phone and sent Chris a text message: "Come on down. She's wet and ready for you, buddy!"

Chapter Three

And the Living God descended upon Rogers Community College to instruct the nubile, young women and virile, young men about the freedom of love. His sermons were full of passion, and many converted to a life of uninhibited pleasure.

--First Book of Vivian 18:25

Mary Sullivan

My mouth was dry when I woke up. I shifted, rolling over. Mark was already up. He seemed to like to wake up early. I, on the other hand, hated waking up early. I used to have to wake up 4 AM for my job at Starbuzz, a chain of coffee shops. Lucky for me, I met Mark and didn't have to work at that shitty job anymore.

My pussy was still wet from this amazing sex dream I had. Both my sisters were in it, and they were so beautiful, nude and pressing against me. They caressed me and I touched them back. Maybe sleeping with my sisters could be something magical and beautiful, and not something I needed to worry about.

Or to be ashamed about.

Missy and Samantha were coming over tonight. Maybe I would enjoy them both with Mark.

I glanced out the window. The sun was up. I had stuff to do. I couldn't spend all day in bed. I forced myself to crawl out of bed and pull on my pink, silk robe, loving how cool and sleek the fabric felt on my body.

The shower was a necessity. I fucked so many different women at the dance club last night and capped the night off with a delicious gangbang. Mark's friend Tom had an amazing cock, stretching out my pussy. I wouldn't mind having him again. Maybe I would stick around for next week's D&D game. Or at least the end.

Refreshed from my shower, I dressed before heading downstairs. I found some of the sluts eating a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes. All the sluts were there, save the three with jobs: our reporter, Jessica; our FBI Agent, Noel; and Willow, our doctor slut.

Korina was looking better. Her arm still in a sling from when Chasity had shot her on Monday night. At the time, Korina was being controlled by a nun and was about to brain Mark with a rolling pin. Desiree also had gotten shot by Chasity, and I had to use my second boon from Lilith to save her life.

I still one more boon to go and then I would be free of Lilith and her temptations.

I shuddered. Last night, she had tried to get me to dominate Mark. So I banished her unless she was called on. She couldn't appear before me, Mark, or the sluts without permission. The only thing keeping me from using my last boon was the nuns. If one of them showed up, we'd need her.

"Breakfast, mi Reina?" Desiree purred, holding up a plate of pancakes.

"Oh, yes," I beamed, smacking her naked bottom after I took the plate. I found a seat between Alison,on my right, and Chasity.

"I want the house spotless, sluts," I said as I dug in. "I want everything perfect for my family." My sisters, their boyfriends, and my dad were coming. My family was both eager and apprehensive to meet Mark. The interview with Agent Peterson had helped to relieve their fears that I was dating a terrorist, but they still had their doubts. After dinner, I planed on seducing one of my sisters. It was part of a spell that would allow me to see nuns.

I was nervous, going back and forth on actually crossing the taboo line of incest. Maybe Shannon would be easier. She was my older sister and had always bullyed me when we were children. I wouldn't mind getting a little bit of payback. But Missy was just a sweetheart, the baby of the family. I shared a bedroom with her since I was four. We were close in age and used to share clothes and talk about boys. I smiled at a nasty thought, we could share each other's bodies now.

I licked my lips, maybe I should have both. "Damn," I muttered.

"Mistress?" Alison asked.

"I think I am really looking forward to having Shannon and Missy naked in my bed."

Alison giggled, "You are so kinky, Mistress. I wish I had a sister to fuck."

Damn, I was turning into one kinky girl. What was next? Would I be fucking my dad?

No. That was a little too much. Mark had made me into a sex-crazed woman, not that I was complaining, but sleeping with my dad...well that was a line I just wouldn't cross. I wasn't kinky enough to do that.

Yet, a voice whispered inside me. I squirmed in my chair as a trickle of pussy juices leaked out.

"Desiree, you have the shopping list?" I asked, dragging my thoughts out of the gutter.

"Yes, mi Reina, I was just about to leave," Desiree answered.

"Good, I want this dinner to--"

"Oh, no!" Karen gasped.

The former nun suddenly bolted from the table and went running out of the room.

"Karen," I called, following after her. "Are you okay?"

She disappear into the bathroom.

I looked inside and immediately looked away. Karen was retching into the toilet. I couldn't watch that. Just knowing she was doing it was enough to make my stomach queasy. What was wrong with the girl? She had been throwing up for the last several mornings.

"You okay?" I asked from outside.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered, washing her mouth. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You're not pregnant, right? Is this morning sickness?"

"Nuns don't get pregnant," Karen answered. "It's one of the gifts we're given, since we may have to have unprotected sex. I couldn't have conceived before Lilith stripped my powers. If Master has impregnated me, it's far too early for morning sickness to develop. I mean, it hasn't even been a week since I became your slave, Mistress."

I nodded. "Okay, well if you're feeling better."

"I am." She stepped out of the bathroom.

We returned to the dining room. I had managed not to loose my appetite, and took another bite of my pancakes. "Tonight, only Fiona, Thamina, and Desiree are to remain." Desiree had to stay because she was the cook. The other two I just picked at random. It didn't really matter which sluts stayed, they were all beautiful. "You three need to buy some less slutty maid outfits to wear. The rest of you sluts will go next door while my family is here. The Laytons are supposed to move out today. Order pizza and do whatever you want."

"Yes, Mistress," the sluts answered back. It sent a naughty thrill through me, all these sluts obeying me.

"Alison, Karen, and Xiu, we're going to go spend the day running errands for the wedding."

"Mistress, I have that doctor's appointment today," Xiu, the former Asian waitress, said, her face falling. "But I'll be more than happy to cancel."

"Oh, no. Go to the doctor. That's more important." It was. I cared about my sluts. "Violet, you'll come instead." I didn't really care which sluts came. I just wanted some company and some second opinions on flower arrangements and food and whatnots.

Innocent Violet beamed at me. "Oh, thank you, Mistress."

The three I chose went upstairs to change while the other sluts began cleaning the house.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I pulled my Mustang into the crowded parking lot of Rogers Community College. It was a rambling collections of red brick buildings and landscaped lawns. Students bustled about, heading for their classes. They all were young adults, the girls looking so sexy.

Not sure where to start, I headed for the school's office. The sign out front said visitors had to check-in. The office was small, a cluttered receptionist desk, a short hallway that lead back to the faculty offices, and a few chairs for people to sit in. The receptionist was a short, stout Indian woman named, according to a brass nameplate, Archana Korrapti. Her black hair was graying and cut soccer mom short.

"Hello," she greeted with a pleasant smile. "How may I help you, sir?"

I grinned, feeling bold. "I'm Mark Glassner, and I'm here scouting for some pussy." It was ridiculous thing to say. I loved that I could get away with it.

She blinked. "I'm sorry, what did you say, sir?" she asked with some heat.

"Relax, it's okay. I'm Mark, and it's perfectly all right for me to fuck any of the girls here. Nothing I do is wrong."

"Oh, yes, of course," she blushed. "You're going to be...with our girls. Yes, that's perfectly all right." She knocked over her pen jar. "Oh, dearie. I'm sorry, I'm a little flustered."

I flashed a reassuring smile at her. "Of course, of course." Who wouldn't be flustered when a man wanted for terrorism walked in wanting to fuck your college's female students.

She pulled out a binder labeled, "Visitor Badges," from a drawer. She dug around the spilled pens and found a permanent sharpie and wrote, "Mark, Pussy Scout," on the badge and peeled it off the page. "This needs to be worn at all times, Mark."

"Thanks," I said, sticking the badge to the front of my shirt.

The door leading into the office swung in and a cute, young woman with a heart-shaped face framed by black ringlets walked in. She had small, pouty red lips and brown eyes that sparkled with energy. A tight, white t-shirt with a rainbow across her breasts, emphasized her nice pair of tits.

"Well, you are a pretty thing," I growled, looming over her. She shrank back, bumping into the door. It closed shut behind her, trapping her before me.

"Mrs. Korrapti," the young woman gasped. She was eighteen and budding.

"Oh, it's alright, Jerri," the receptionist said. "Mark's scouting for pussy."

"And aren't you some pretty pussy?" I stroked her trembling face. "Are you a virgin, Jerri?"

"No," she muttered, looking away from me. Well I didn't think I'd find my virgin with the first eighteen year old I met. But she was cute. I could have some fun.

"Well, drop your leggings and panties," I told her. "Time to inspect your pussy."

"That doesn't seem right," she gasped even as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her white leggings and blue panties in one motion. Then she realized what she had done. "Wh-why did I do that?"

"Because you're a slut and just delicious," I groaned as I gazed at her creamy, olive thighs. I reached out and stroked her thigh, feeling her smooth leg. "Unzip my pants and pull my cock out."

"Yes, sir," Jeri squeaked. Her trembling hand fumbled with my pants button. It popped open and she pulled the zipper down. My jeans fell around my knees as she reached into my boxer, her hand cool on my cock.

"Relax," I told her, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just fuck your tight, little pussy. Your cunt's dying for my cock. You're soaking wet. Right?"

Her eyes widened. "I am, sir." Jeri's voice had a firm timbre.

Jeri's legs parted for me as I lifted her up, her arms wrapped around my neck. I gripped her ass, guiding her body so my cock could find her pussy. I thrust forward, my cock sliding through her pussy lips and bumping her clit. I thrust twice more before I found her hot opening.