The Devil's Pact Pt. 22

"Everyone understand?" Mark demanded.

The reporters nodded.

"Good." It was sexy when he was so confident. My man was the strongest in the world. My pussy clenched as I gazed at the reporters.

One stood out. She was cute, her round face framed by curly, red hair. Her lips were big, lush, and covered with a bold, red lipstick. She wore a charcoal blazer and matching pencil skirt. A light-gray blouse, the top few buttons undone, showed a bit of her freckled chest. A wedding ring glinted on her left hand.

Even so, those lips were so lush they were just begging to suck cock. My pussy grew wetter.

"You, what's your name?" I demanded imperiously as I pointed at the reporter. Barking commands grew easier and easier.

"Debra Horne-Dannell, Q13 News," the reporter answered, an excited look on her face.

"Well, it's your lucky day," I told her. "You get to come here and suck on my man's cock."

"Really?" she asked happily. This was what I was afraid of when I asked for the power to control people--how much I would enjoy it. It was so addicting to make people dance for you. I was afraid of what I might do someday. "I've never been this lucky before."

* * *

Mark Glassner

I smiled at Mare as Debra handed her microphone to her producer and came forward, her hips rolling in her tight skirt. She was a hot, sexy slut. My dick ached as she licked those lush, red lips. And she was married.

That made my dick ache harder.

"You're the best, Mare," I whispered as Debra carefully knelt down before me on her stocking-clad knees and grasped my hardening cock. I looked down to see those lush lips open wide and sucked my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

"I know how horny you are, Mark," Mary said fondly.

I put my arm around her and gently kissed her on the lips as Debra sucked on my cock. I groaned into the kiss, my balls throbbing. The slut's tongue swirled about the tip before she bobbed her mouth up and down my cock.

"I love you, Mare," I groaned after breaking our kiss.

Her eyes melted. "Love you right back, my horny stallion."

Mary reached down and squeezed my ass. It was toned and firm now, not flabby like it had been when we first met two weeks ago. It seemed like a lifetime since I made my Pact. My life had changed. I loved it.

We faced the cameras. From the waist up you'd never know I was getting my dick sucked by a beautiful reporter. All these reporters watched me get my cock sucked and were unable to say anything about it.

"Okay, ready, let's start now. You may all speak again." I paused, putting on a smile while my dick ached in Debra's mouth. "Hi, I'm Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee Mary. We have been unfairly targeted by Carlos Gutierrez from KING 5. Everything he said about me and my family is absolute slander."

"What about those surveillance photos?" a reported asked.

"Doctored," I answered, my forehead growing warm as Debra's hands cupped my balls. Her mouth was delicious. "Brandon Fitzsimmons is very bitter that his wife left him for me."

"I thought his wife was Desiree Fitzsimmons, yet you stand here with a different woman?" a pretty, Black reporter asked. Her eyes kept flicking down to Debra. I could see it in her eyes, she wanted to be on her knees sucking me with the same noisy enthusiasm that Debra did. The reporter slut bobbed her head faster. All the reporters kept looking at Debra, and many of the men were sporting bulges.

I bet they wished Debra would suck their cocks.

"Is there a law against a man having more than one lover?" Mary asked. "Mark and I have a very loving, open relationship, and Desiree is special to the both of us." Mary turned and kissed me on the lips while her hand caressed the head of Debra. The slut moaned as she bobbed her head on my cock. The pleasure shot through me. This was so hot.

"Are you a bigamist, Mr. Glassner?" a blonde, female reporter asked.

"Bigamy is illegal," I answered. I focused on her question, but it was hard with Debra's hot mouth on my dick. "But maybe that should change. Our state recently allowed gay marriage. This is the twenty-first century, and we shouldn't be telling people whom they can or cannot marry. And if someone wants to have more than one wife, who are we to tell them no?"

"And how do you feel, Mary, about that?" a male reporter asked.

"As long as I'm the number one wife, Mark can have all the women he wants," she answered with a smile. A few of the reporters chuckled. "I think we all can agree that consenting adults shouldn't have any restrictions on whom they wish to be their partner or even how many partners they can have. America is about freedom and the government has long oppressed those of us pursuing an alternative lifestyle."

Mary took a deep breath, her eyes wide with surprise. I don't think she meant to say all that. I let my hand slide down and give her plump ass a supportive squeeze. She was a wonderful woman. My balls ached. Debra's mouth sucked so hard on my dick as everyone watched me.

I loved it. I was about to cum.

"You're the first woman in my heart, Mare," I said and kissed her. I moaned as my balls erupted, dumping cum into the reporter slut's hungry mouth while the other female reporters let out awwing sighs at our declaration of love.

I thrust my tongue into my fiancee's mouth as the second and third blasts of my cum spilled into Debra's hungry mouth. The slut drank down my spunk. Her mouth sucked hard, eager to draw out every last drop of my cum.

I broke the kiss, the pair of us both breathless.

"But, I'm glad Carlos slandered us," Mary panted, her cheeks rosy, "because it gives Mark and I the opportunity to talk about our charity, the Women's Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment. We are planning to open a free OB/GYN clinic right here in South Hill for any young woman who is struggling to get by. We just want to make sure young women get the reproductive health they need. And we're partnering with Dr. Willow WolfTail to make this dream a reality."

Mary held out her hand and Willow walked up beside her. Our Native American gynecologist turned to face the cameras. She took a deep breath and put on a big smile on her cinnamon-toned face. "Hi, I am Dr. WolfTail. I practice OB/GYN in Tacoma, and as health care costs rise, I wish to provide a place for those less fortunate to get the care they need. Thanks to several, generous donors, we have purchased a medical office right here in South Hill. But we need money to buy equipment and renovate the building. So on June 28th, we will be hosting a charity diner at the Puyallup Rotary Club. All proceeds will go to funding this very important medical clinic."

"This sounds like a great charity," a male reporter said. "Is there a website people can go on?"

Willow smiled and answered the question. She was a natural at this.

Chapter Four

Matt Lawson: Wow, what a remarkable interview from Mark Glassner and his fiance Mary.

Savannah Georgia: Yes, it was, Matt. They come off so believable. It's terrible the way they've been persecuted by the media and the FBI.

ML: So there's no doubts in your mind about their innocence.

SG: Not after watching their press conference. How could anyone?

--excerpt from the transcript of the TODAY Show, aired 06/19/13

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

Mary and I walked arm-in-arm back to our home from Madeleine's house. Mary's gait was a little stiff, her legs sore from jogging. The press conference went well. The Black reporter was as eager to suck my cock as I thought, and I dumped my cum into her before we rapped it up. Then Mary and I headed to the Naked Jogging Club's meeting.

We had fun with the jogging sluts.

Mary was such a good trooper. She was as out of shape as I had been on the first day I went jogging, but she kept up with us and made it to Madeleine's house where she enjoyed the two young girls, Cassie and Issy, while I fucked Belinda and Anastasia.

We strode into the house. The scent of bacon and eggs drew us to the dining room. Most of the sluts who were still in the house sat naked around the table, enjoying their breakfast cooked by the amazing Desiree.

"Where's Karen?" I asked the sluts as they sat around the dining room table eating eggs and bacon.

"She was still sleeping when I got up," Lillian answered. All the sluts had to double up in beds with each other, not that any of them complained. At any given time during the night, you could find a pair of bedmates pleasuring each other. Lillian was Karen's bedmate.

I frowned. She should be up and ready to help with the household chores. "I'll go fetch her."

"And a paddle," Mary called.

I grinned. It would be hot to watch Mary reddened Karen's ass before I fucked it. My dick throbbed hard before me as I headed to the basement. We had three beds setup down there for the sluts to sleep on.

I headed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. In the middle sat a table covered in piles of cash--the money I had robbed from various banks. I scanned the room. Karen lay in her bed, the covers over her body.

"Karen, wake up," I barked as I marched to her. "Come on, lazy slut."

She didn't stir.

I shook her shoulder and her body flopped onto her back. I swallowed. "Karen?"

She didn't answer. My stomach clenched. I looked over my shoulder and shouted as loud as I could, "Someone call 911. Get an ambulance here now! And get Thamina."

I felt at her neck for a pulse. It fluttered. Her breath was slow. Footsteps raced down the stairs. Mary was at the lead, the sluts behind her. Mary's eyes went wide with panic. She raced to the bed and took Karen's hand. I glanced at the sluts. Alison had a cell phone and she spoke into it. Thamina pressed forward and moved to Karen, thumbing open her eyelids.

"What's wrong with her, Mark?" Mary asked, fear in her voice.

"I don't know," I told her. "Karen. Hold on."

Karen's eyes flickered and open. "Master," she murmured. "I...I feel so weak."

* * *

Sister Theodora -- SeaTac, WA

The Ecstasy fell on me while I dozed. Curtis had just left for his conference, but not before fucking me once. I had his cum dribbling out of me as I cuddled against the pillow, slowly sinking into sleep. And then the angel touched me.

A shudder ran through my body as the world vanished. Ecstatic joy burst through my skin with every touch of the angel. I gasped and whimpered as the pleasure burned hot through my body. My back arched as his strong arms wrapped around me, phasing through the sheets and bed, only touching me.

He squeezed my breasts as his cock prodded at the cheeks of my ass. He slipped between them, his lips nibbling on my ear. My first orgasm crashed through me. My toes curled and I screamed out in bliss as I was swept away by ecstatic delight.

"What do you need of me?" I gasped as his angelic cock sank into my asshole.

My bowels gripped his thick shaft. They spasmed about him. I gasped and groaned as I convulsed. A second and third orgasm washed through me. They followed one after the other, never relenting as his dick sank deeper and deeper into my asshole.

"The plan has been settled on," the voice of the angel Ramiel, not Gabriel the Archangel, whispered in my ear, cutting through the pleasure seizing my body.

"The messier plan?" I groaned. "What is it? What do you...oh, yes...mean by messier?"

Being touched by an Angel set all your nerves alive with pleasure, drowning your senses until only you and the Angle remained. I convulsed in his arms. His fingers pinched my nipples, shooting more bliss through my body. My asshole and pussy both spasmed and convulsed. Stars burst in my vision. The ecstasy threatened to consume me.

"Soldiers are needed, now," answered Ramiel. "Four and four and four."

"I don't under...oh yes, harder. Mmm, yes..."

And then I was lost to the pleasure. The Ecstasy overwhelmed me. There was only so much pleasure you could take before you drowned in bliss and surrendered to rapture.

His cock slammed over and over into my asshole. I drank in his every touch. My body burned with the bliss. I gasped and heaved on the bed, no doubt screaming my pleasure at the top of my lungs. My every nerve lit up with pleasure. Ripples shot through me, tracing along my nerves' branching paths. I followed the pleasure, drinking it in as he thrust harder and harder. Nothing could compare to the Ecstasy.

I couldn't tell you how long I drifted on the pleasure. But I thoroughly enjoyed it.

His dick slammed into my asshole's depths. His cum splashed into me. The burst of pleasure consumed me. My thoughts fled.

I was only rapture.

And then I was alone.

My senses slowly returned to me. The air smelled of sweat and hot pussy. My skin rubbed on sheets. My eyes opened, the light in my room so bright. I groaned, my body still shuddering in memory of the bliss. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, smiling as I tried to hold onto as much of my pleasure as possible.

And then his words echoed through my mind: Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four.

What did that mean? I wasn't used to getting the Ecstasy while in the middle of a mission. All I could do was wait and find out. I closed my eyes, my body heavy with exhaustion, and let myself doze again as terrible images flashed through my mind.

I needed soldiers. There would be violence. The angels were right. The new plan was messier. Had the Order of Mary Magdalene ever used violence to kill a Warlock?

* * *

Mary Sullivan

The ambulance doors slammed shut. Karen, an oxygen mask over her face, was on a gurney in the vehicle's back, Thamina at her side. Willow was already heading to Good Sam hospital to meet the ambulance. The sirens blared, and the ambulance raced off down the street.

I couldn't believe she had collapsed and needed to be rushed to the hospital. "She was sick in the morning last week," I muttered. "It was like morning sickness, only she swore she couldn't be pregnant."

"Well, she's in good hands," Mark said, putting his arm around me. "Willow will figure it out. But we have a lot of things to get done today. We need to get that book."

I frowned at Mark, wanting to protest that our Karen was in the hospital. But he was right, she was in good hands. And we did need to get the Magicks of the Witch of Endor from New York University. "What things?"

"I've done some looking on the internet about a plane, and I found one," Mark said as he led me back into the house. "A Gulfstream IV. It's used, but in excellent condition. It'll cost $27 million. So, I need to rob a few banks. Plus, we'll need some pilots."

"Where do you get pilots from?" I asked and Mark smiled.

"Let me make a few phone calls."

I had my own phone call to make. I had promised to let Alice, my friend with benefits, know what happened yesterday and I forgot all about it in the euphoria of freeing Mark. I broke away from Mark. I needed to speak with Alice. I was on edge after learning Karen was sick.

"Mary," Alice said, her voice excited and cautious. "I was so worried. You never called me back."

"Listen, Alice," I said and winced. That was a command. I didn't want to command my friend. "You do not have to do anything I tell you. You are free to ignore my commands."

"What?" she asked. "Are you okay, Mary?"

"I'm fine," I answered. "So...I'm staying with Mark."

"What? After what he did? He tossed you aside, Mary. Don't be like that. Don't be one of those women that stay with a cheater. Have some self-respect."

"It's not like that," I told her. I swallowed. She didn't know about our Pact with the Devil, the nuns, or any of the supernatural things. I liked that. I wanted her to be my friend, but I didn't want to corrupt her. "I love him. I really do. We worked it out. Things are great between us." I smiled. Thanks to the spell I cast saving Mark, we could never be broken up. "We're going to be together forever."

"Mary," she sighed. "You can't be that stupid."

I fought back my retort. "I'm not, okay. We worked it out, Alice. He loves me. He really does."

"He's a cheating asshole," Alice muttered.

"Alice," I snapped. "I love him. You don't have to like him, but don't insult him."

"Fine," Alice said, bitterly. "You forgave his infidelity to you and how he treated you like garbage. Good for you." She paused. "When can we get together?"

"I don't know," I told her. "Things are busy. We're going to New York soon. I'll let you know when we can get together."

"Fine."

"Don't be a bitch, Alice," I said. "It's just crazy around here, okay? We'll get together when we can."

"All right, Mary," she sighed, disappointed. "I really need you though."

"I gotta go," I told her, frowning at her last comment. What did that mean? "Take care, Alice. We'll get together soon and have hot sex."

"Okay. Bye, Mary."

I hung up as Mark walked into the room dressed.

"You need to get ready, Mare.," Mark said. "We'll need to rob three banks, I think."

"Yeah, Mark," I said. It took me a moment to realize Mark's statement didn't even phase me. "Let me give the sluts their orders."

I handed the sluts our guest list for our wedding and instructions on the fancy invitations they were to fill and mail out for us. When they finished with the invitations, they need to figure out the seating arrangements and how many tables and chairs and tents we would need for our outdoor wedding. It was just a month away.

Having the sluts take care of all the tedious details was such a relief.

"We'll get it done, Mistress," Alison said with a chipper smile.

"And how are your wedding preparations coming along, Alison?" I asked her.

"On Tuesday, Desiree has a family court appearance, she's petitioning to annul her marriage with Brandon," Alison answered. "If you or Master could be there to speed up the process, me and Desiree would be very grateful."

"Oh, I think we can arrange that," I told her.

"Thanks, Mistress." She beamed and hugged me.

I raced upstairs, took a quick shower. I slipped out, reapplied my makeup, styled my hair into a wonderful mass of auburn that fell in burnished falls about my freckled face, and dressed. I headed downstairs to find Mark just hanging up the phone. I gave him a questioning look.

"We have an appointment with the plane owner in Gig Harbor at four," Mark answered. "And tomorrow, we'll go up to Seattle to interview some pilots."

"Where did you find pilots so fast?" I asked in surprise. "Is there like a Labor Ready for out of work pilots or something?"

Mark smiled. "Rainier Airlines has their headquarters in SeaTac. I just spoke to the company's head of HR, and he's finding us a list of candidates."

"Attractive women?" I asked with a sly smile. I knew how Mark thought. "How many female pilots are there?"

"Oh, there's a couple," Mark said with a shrug. "Two are bound to be hot."

I laughed and hooked my arm in his, excitement bubbling through me. "Let's go rob a bank."

Chapter Five

Police Dispatch: All units, there is a 10-90 at the American Bank. 1Boy7, 2Frank9, 1Henry3, and 2Adam4 respond to 2102 Meridian South. Situation unknown. Proceed with caution.

1H3: 10-4

2A4: 10-4

--Transcript of Puyallup Police radio band, 06/19/13

Mark Glassner

"Sir," 15 saluted when Mary and I walked out of the house into the warm, June day. "16 and I will be your escort."

I nodded. "Excellent. We'll be heading to the bank. I need to make a withdrawal."

Mary rolled my eyes as I smirked at my clever quip. But the bodyguards appreciated the joke. 15 and 16 both giggled as they escorted me to my silver Mustang, even opening the door for Mary before rushing off to their patrol car.

The drive only took a few minutes. I liked to drive fast. Mary gripped the handle above her door, glaring at me. I smirked back. Behind us, the bodyguards kept up, their sirens blaring. I was sure to passersby it looked like a high-speed chase.