The Devil's Pact Pt. 21

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner -- Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison -- Desiree Fitzsimmons -- Xiu -- Korina -- Fiona -- Violet -- Lillian -- Nurse Thamina -- Karen (Sister Louise Afra) -- Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter -- Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI -- Dr. Willow WolfTail

Demons

Lucifer -- Lilith -- Marduk

The Cult of Lilith

Lana -- Chantelle

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Archangel Gabriel -- Dominion Ramiel (Angel)

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Doug Allard, P.I. -- Tina Allard -- Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Boyfriend)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Felicity (Former Virign) -- April (Former Virign) -- Joy (Stylist) -- Avialle (Pee Slut)

Chapter One

There were moments in history where the Tyrants could have undone themselves. Falling into the nun's trap laid upon Samantha Glassner was one of those moments. With the failure of this plan, Sister Theodora Mariam would lead her fellow nuns on a road that ended in blood.

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

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 -- Lilith -- The Abyss

I watched Mark and Mary rut from the shadows on his widowed mother's marital bed. The lovers had overcome the Prayer of Avvah. Their souls were now so entwined no force on Earth, in Heaven, or in the depths of the Abyss could ever part them. Magic, wishes, and love bound Mark and Mary together. They were drenched in it. It pooled off of them as they fucked.

I was not surprised that Mary succeeded in freeing the worm. My attempts at tempting Mary away from her foul lover with a cock of her own had equally failed this day, but the seeds were planted in her mind. She had experienced her dark desire, learned the joy of cumming with a cock, and she would crave it again.

And in the Magicks of the Book of Endor, the spellbook I had informed Mary to seek out, was that very spell. Mary could give herself a cock that she could sprout at will. Would she succumb to temptation? And if she did, how would Mark react to learning his wife was more endowed then he was?

I hoped it happened before I killed the pair.

My rise to power was nearly at hand. My vessel swiftly grew in the belly of the former nun, Karen. I had impregnated her when Mark so casually traded me his slave's body in exchange for the knowledge of magic he was too lazy to find on his own.

I just needed to figure out how to pry Karen away from Mark before the birth. I drifted through the shadows away from Mark and Mary as I pondered the problem. I would need an opportunity, a time when Mark was in great distress and would be desperate to make a bargain.

What would the nuns' next gambit? How would Heaven react to Mary breaking the Prayer of Avvah and freeing Mark and his sister Antsy from their overwhelming, all-consuming desire for each other? The nun's plan would be spectacular. Something that hadn't been used since ancient times.

And it would be deadly.

Gabriel, the archangel that advised the nuns, would have a bold plan. The dried up Mother Superior would object to such actions; Maryām had always been too compassionate, and her weakness had left a stamp on the order over the millennia. But Gabriel would override her. He would seek Mark's death.

That would make Mark desperate. He loved Mary, and she had foolishly tied her life to Mark's, wishing to live as long as he did when she made her Pact with Lucifer. Mark could not afford to die.

I just had to wait for the opportunity to gain leverage on Mark.

Excitement sent a rush of pleasure through me. My pussy ached and my clit throbbed. I reached the area of the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, that corresponded with a motel room in the city of Seattle. My two priestesses and only servants, Chantelle and Lana, lounged in bed, their bodies naked, Lana casually stroking Chantelle's thick cock. We had made a Pact. Chantelle received a thick cock to fuck her wife with and Lana received eternal youth for her and her wife.

I manifested.

"My goddess," groaned Chantelle, her dick erupting cum on Lana's face as my aura of sexual desire consumed her. I was once worshiped as the goddess of lust, the first sex goddess. Chantelle's white jizz splattered Lana's round face. The blonde moaned, opening her mouth wide to drink in her wife's cum.

"We are honored, my Goddess," shuddered Lana, her body orgasming while cum dripped off her face.

"Yes, you are," I grinned as my clit hardened into a thrusting dick. "How goes the search?"

"We've yet to find another coven that is all women, Goddess," Chantelle answered, her body shuddering, the tip of her dick twitching while her pussy spasmed open and close. I had to feel that pussy around my dick. "But we keep looking."

"Babylon's coven is eager to meet you on the Summer Solstice," Lana moaned. It was only days away. "They will all worship your majesty."

"Of course they will," I purred, crawling on the bed towards Lana. My heavy breasts swung naked beneath me, swaying in rhythm to my cock. My silver hair framed my perfect face. I was the epitome of sexual beauty, lush, generous, and sensual. My every movement and look inspired passion in a human.

My merest touch made them cum.

I brushed Chantelle's thigh, pushing it open. Juices squirted from her pussy as she orgasmed again while her dick spewed more white cum to splatter up her slim body and small breasts. Chantelle had a dancer's build, toned and slim, with black hair and beguiling, dark eyes. She was the opposite of her busty, blonde wife in every way.

Lana leaned over, licking up her wife's cum from Chantelle's small breasts. She followed the jizz up to Chantelle's hard, pink nipple. Chantelle moaned as Lana clamped her mouth around the nipple, sucking hard.

I slammed my dick into Chantelle's spasming pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Chantelle screeched as she writhed beneath me. Every stroke of my cock sent another orgasm rippling through her body and more cum splashing on her tits and Lana's face. "So good. Oh, yes. Yes."

Lana's mouth latched onto her wife's cock, drinking down every drop of cum. Jizz leaked out around her lips. Lana couldn't swallow fast enough. Chantelle's cock never ceased to erupt as I fucked her cumming pussy.

It was ecstasy to feel her pussy spasm and clench about my cock. She massaged me as I drank in the delight of her orgasms. I fucked her hard and fast, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. Lana gasped and squirmed, gripping the sheets as she was lost to the ecstasy of my touch.

"That's it, slut," I moaned. "Feed me."

I thrust harder, faster, my pussy clenching as the ache built at the tip of my cock. I fucked my pregnant priestess harder. Even now, my monstrous daughter grew in her belly. In only a few weeks, my daughter would be born, the start of my conquering army.

"Keep cumming on my cock," I groaned. "Worship me with your slutty snatch."

"Yes, yes, yes! I worship you. You're my goddess."

I leaned over her, Lana's blonde hair brushing my stomach. My breasts bounced and jiggled. I shuddered as the pleasure built in my core, eager to explode out into Chantelle's cumming pussy. The air filled with the musk of hot pussy and salty girl-cum.

I breathed it in.

"We're going to destroy Mark and Mary," I gasped.

"Yes! They'll pay!" Chantelle's back arched. Her eyes fluttered. She was on the verge of passing out from her orgasms.

I slammed my dick into her. My cum erupted out of my cock. Lust burst through the hotel. Around me on all floors, men and women suddenly orgasmed, flooding their underwear and panties with their sexual fluid.

I drank in all the pleasure, feeding off of it while Chantelle fell still, passed out from the force of her orgasm. Her pussy still convulsed about my dick, milking all my seed out. I savored the pleasure pumping out of me.

Lana's mouth slipped from her wife's dick. "My goddess," she screamed as her pussy juices squirted down her thighs. "You're so wonderful."

I seized her hair and brought her mouth to mine, kissing her and tasting Chantelle's cum as I spilled blast after blast of my black seed into her pussy. Lana moaned and shuddered as she kept orgasming, feeding me more lust.

My climax finally ended. I ripped my cock free of Chantelle and threw Lana down to the bed to be fucked. I was still horny.

* * *

Sister Theodora -- SeaTac, WA

I trembled as I walked out of the airport, still buzzing from the Ecstasy. Gabriel the Archangel had made love to me in the bathroom. A new plan was needed. The Prayer of Avvah had failed. I was scared. I had never faced Warlocks like Mark and Mary.

According to Gabriel, the new plan would be messy.

What did that mean?

The question haunted me as I headed down to the baggage claim. My legs were rubbery. My head swam. The Ecstasy lingered. It always did. An angel's touch was orgasmic. I came over and over as I spasmed on the bathroom floor.

Despite my fears, I had a huge smile on my face as I rode the escalator down to the baggage claim. My eyes scanned the carousels, looking for my flight number. I spotted it two machines down. The baggage was already moving in a circle on the conveyor belt.

I sauntered over. I didn't know what would come next in the fight with Mark and Mary, but I had faith that good would win in the end. The Warlocks would be stopped. I reached the carousel, slipping between a man and a woman as I peered down the track.

"That was a long flight," the man standing next to me noted, "and yet you are glowing. What's your secret?"

I glanced at the man. He was handsome, a bold grin crossing his lips. He wore slacks and a light-blue dress shirt, the top few buttons unslung, no doubt a concession to the long flight from Miami to SeaTac.

"I slipped into the bathroom and had a little fun after we landed," I whispered to him, still buzzing from my orgasm and feeling flirty.

His smile grew as he appraised my body. I looked far younger than I was. Thanks to the Gift, I appeared only eighteen instead of middle-aged. A blonde, perky, gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl with a smile that could dazzle anyone. Though I was a nun, I was on a mission so I had a Papal indulgence.

All my sins were forgiven until I finished my mission. I could have all the kinky sex I wanted before I went back to being a sexless nun.

Sisters of Mary Magdalene were trained to follow Providence, to always accept offers and invitations, to never believe anything was a coincidence. When I received my Ecstasy and was sent on a mission, I rarely had any idea who the Warlock was I had to stop.

Providence would guide me.

"Well, I've never tried that trick," the man said. "I'll have to try it out some time."

"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself," I told him. "But remember, men who jerk off in the bathroom are perverts, but for women, it means we're adventurous."

"I bet you are. I like that quality."

I loved the feel of his hungry eyes on my body.

"Are you in town on business?" I asked. "Or returning home?"

"A convention," he laughed. "I could never live up here. Too blustery in the winter, but the summers are great. You?"

"Oh, I'm just looking to try new things and seek out new opportunities." I reached down and snagged my bag. "I don't even have a place to stay."

"Well, I have a great room at a nearby hotel. There's a whole second bed not being used." He kept up the confidence, but I could see it in his eyes. He wondered if he struck the lottery or if I was only messing with him.

"Why do we need a second bed?" I asked him, slipping my arm around his. He was cute, and if this is how Providence was providing me shelter, then I had no intention of passing it up. "Let's go."

* * *

Violet Matheson -- South Hill, WA

I hugged myself as I sat on the couch. I was fully dressed, a rarity in the house, but Master had given us orders before he left with his sister. I bit my lip, afraid that Mistress's plan to save Master would fail. Master wasn't right. He thought his sluts were ugly.

"I'll be fine," Lillian said, sitting down beside me. She wore a black corset that cupped her lovely breasts and a wispy skirt made of black silk that fell about her thighs. Her lips were painted black and she had heavy eyeshadow framing her dark hair. Her hair was dyed blue and streaked with purple highlights. Piercings studded her face.

Lillian was a natural slut, like Alison. She wasn't a woman shaped into being a slut by Master like I was. Most of the sluts were like me. Master had awakened us. He had showed us pleasures and delivered us into his harem were we could love and worship Master, Mistress, and each other.

"What if Mistress fails?" I whispered, snuggling against her, my pigtail spilling about her blouse.

I was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. My innocent face and slim body made me seem so young and naughty. Master used to love my look. I was his elevator slut. Only Master's cock was ever supposed to fuck my pussy.

Of course, Mistress had fucked my pussy this morning with her temporary cock, but she was Mistress and a woman. I had only ever been with one man. My pussy was still unsullied.

"He said we were ugly," I whispered. "What if he doesn't love us anymore?"

"It's a nun that's done this," soothed Lillian. "Master didn't mean it."

"Probably Sister Theodora," Karen nodded, rubbing at her stomach. She yawned and had bags under her eyes. "Mistress will free Master, don't worry."

"She's in love," Alison added. "Nothing will stop our Mistress."

Alison cuddled with her fiancee, the buxom and beautiful Desiree. Alison sat on Desiree's lap, Alison's head pillowed on the Latina's ample bosom. Alison had a naughty smile on her face as she rubbed at Desiree's nipple through her clothing.

None of us could be naked inside the house, not even to shower. I had tried earlier, but Master told us to cover our ugly bodies. New tears burned on my eyes. "I can't go back to my mother. Master has to be fine."

"You'll never go back to her," Lillian said. She pulled me close and I leaned my head on her shoulder. "We just have to wait. I'm sure we'll know soon that Mistress has saved the day. She can't fail."

"That's right," nodded Korina, her arm cradled in a sling. The doll-faced slut fixed her blue eyes on me. "You need to believe, Violet. We're their sluts. Nothing will ever change that."

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. "We're bound to them forever," I reminded myself. "Master chained us to him with the Zimmah bond. We'll never be parted. Thank you. I'm just being silly."

"No, you're not," Xiu nodded, the busty Chinese slut sitting beside Korina. "We all feel it, but we all know Master loves us greatly. It's just a stupid nun's spell. And no nun can defeat Master and Mistress."

"None," Karen agreed. "I was a nun, so I would know."

I beamed at all my fellow sluts and snuggled against Lillian to wait on word of Mistress's success.

* * *

Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

I was on my second day of desk duty. The higher ups suspected I was under Master's "mind-control gas." It was true--well, not the mind control gas part--but they weren't supposed to know that I served Master and Mistress. I was supposed to be their spy in the FBI. I was stuck here, doing busy work and stressing over the nun's new attack.

It took all my concentration to keep staring at my keyboard and not to pull out my cell phone and check if there were any more texts from Alison. Texts I shouldn't even be receiving. I never should have given that girl my cell phone number.

If they subpoenaed my phone records, they'd realize that the Alison texting me, talking about Master, was Alison Hertz, a "victim" of the terrorist Mark Glassner. The FBI, though forced to publicly admit Master wasn't a terrorist, still worked hard to take him down.

And I was out of the loop. How could I spy on the FBI for Master if my agency didn't trust me?

My hand brushed the Nextel in my other pocket. I wanted to press the button and find out if Mistress had freed Master. I resisted. I didn't even have it on. I couldn't risk anyone realizing Master had a Nextel network.

"Agent Heinrich," ASAC Donavon, the second-in-command of the Tacoma office stopped before my desk.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, forcing a smile.

"How's the background on the DuPont case?" he asked.

"I finished going through the witness statements and am just finishing up my summary and analysis."

"Good, good," he nodded. He stared at me like he wanted to ask me another question.

They had proof. They knew I belonged to Master. I kept smiling. I couldn't give into my fears. I had to be calm. It was like how my mentor, Wyatt Kirby, taught me during training: "When you're undercover, you have to be the most committed liar. You can never break your character. You can never give them a reason to suspect you. Even if you think you're blown, just look them in the eye without fear."

I never thought I would be undercover in the FBI.

"Okay, good work." He paused to sip at his coffee. "I know you're anxious to get back on the Glassner case."

I nodded my head, but I resisted the urge to ask any prying questions.

"It's a tricky one," he continued. "We still have no clue what he did to your partner. In fact, we're no longer convinced he did anything to your partner. Peterson may have been...bribed."

"How is he?" I lied. My partner, Agent Peterson, deserved everything that happened to him for raiding Master's home last week.

"Still claiming Mark isn't a terrorist and that he never even robbed a bank. The doctors can find nothing wrong with him. No strange chemical in his bloodstream. We also tested the SWAT officers involved in the raid who were also gassed, but still nothing. We're keeping it all under wraps."

"Yeah, it would be pretty bad if people found out," I lied. Soon, Master would prove how great he was and everyone in the FBI would have to apologize to him.

"Well, finish up and head home." He arched his back. "Tomorrow's another day to find something to nail Mark on."

I turned back to my computer. As I finished my report, my thoughts wandered. There were still threats against Master out there beyond the FBI. Someone had hired a dangerous cult to kill him. That same someone had evaded being captured. If the cult hadn't committed suicide when the Fife Police raided them, we would have found the culprit.

I needed to stay in the FBI. Their resources were invaluable.

* * *

April Lovel -- Parkland, WA

Mistress's moans echoed through Sandy's house. She and her fiance Mark were making passionate love. It made me wet. I squirmed on the couch. Mark's mom, Sandy, chatted quietly with Joy while Via played around on her phone. Felicity, her cheeks red, listened intently.

I was happy Mistress saved her lover. They were special. I recognized it the first time I met Mark and Mary. He had pulled me out of my college, taken Felicity and me to his home, and there we were deflowered by him and Mary.

My pussy clenched, remembering Mark inside me. I had such a crush on him after he made such wonderful love to me. And now I belonged to his fiancee. I smiled in delight. I would get to witness their greatness up close. I had no idea what made them great or how they made people obey.

But I knew it wasn't with any gas like the news claimed.

I pulled out my phone and opened up a Word document. I began typing in it, recording today's experiences. It had been wild: first we seduced Mistress's father, blindfolding him so he had no idea his daughter fucked him, and then we were bound to Mistress with magic, licking up the incestuous cum leaking out of her pussy.