The Devil's Pact Pt. 26

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Part 26 of the 43 part series

Updated 06/28/2023
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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 -- April -- Sam

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) -- Sister Agnes Chibuzo -- Sister Isabella Cecillia -- Doug Allard -- Tina Allard

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- 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 Fiance)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Felicity (Sean's Slut) -- Joy (Sandy Slut) -- Avialle (Antsy's Slut) -- Rachel -- Leah -- Jacob

Chapter One

The world changed on Wednesday, June 26th, 2013. The supernatural was revealed--the False Miracle.

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

Monday, June 24th, 2013 -- Lilith -- The Abyss

I frowned as I spotted Lucifer watching Mark from the Shadows, the topmost layer of the Abyss. I spied him seven times watching Mark and his slut Mary on their despicable trip to New York City where they abused any woman they could get their hands on--a woman on her honeymoon, a pair of twin sisters, their chauffeur, and Samnag Soun, their newest slut.

Their latest victim.

And Lucifer watched it all. He was around more frequently, his light pulsing with excitement. He couldn't hide it. Something momentous would soon happen. What were his plans? What made Mark Glassner so important?

I moved to Lucifer. A nimbus of light shrouded his body. He claimed to be too perfect, too beautiful, to be seen. The light protected others from his visage. He always was too prideful. It was why he fell into the Abyss.

"Enjoying watching Mark humiliate and degrade more women?" I asked, not bothering to hide my contempt.

I tried not to watch. Today, Mark was holding another tryout for more of his "bodyguards." Female cops, naked in the June sunshine, wrestled and fucked for his amusement. Each dominated by his powers, believing she wanted to please and protect him.

Only the most beautiful and deadliest would be chosen to expand Mark's bodyguard. The women he chose last time circled Sparks Stadium in downtown Puyallup, a perimeter protecting him and his whores.

Mary fucked one potential bodyguard with a strap-on while Mark watched. Alison--his pink-haired slut--sucked on his cock. Lucifer's light pulsed as he watched Mark ram his cock into Alison's mouth, fucking the enslaved woman.

I would free them all.

"Enjoying this perversion?"

"Yes," Lucifer answered. "It is my design."

"For Mark to fuck every woman on the planet?"

"Maybe."

I grit my teeth. I hated Lucifer. And soon I would be free of the Abyss. Karen, who lay in the nearby Good Samaritan Hospital, incubated my vessel. When she gave birth in a month, I would be reborn. Free.

I just needed to find away to spirit her from Mark's power. My followers were not strong enough and my monstrous daughters, growing in the wombs of my High Priestess, Chantelle and Lana, would not be born until after my vessel.

But if something momentous approached, something Lucifer waited on, perhaps I could exploit it.

Lucifer pulsed again as Mark dumped his cum into Alison's mouth. The slut moaned her thanks. I ground my teeth. No woman should have to thank a man for being used as his cum dump. I would flay Mark Glassner. I would leave him howling in agony.

"And how goes your little scheme to escape the Abyss?"

I did not betray my shock. Of course he would know. "Well. My escape is inevitable. I really must thank you for giving me the opportunity."

"You are most welcome."

It was no fun to gloat if he was so gracious. "Maybe I'll assist you with your freedom."

"Now, Lilith, you shouldn't lie. You are terrible at it."

Could he do anything to stop my escape? He could kill Karen or terminate her pregnancy. But Mark had Karen protected, under the supervision of his sluts with medical backgrounds and guarded by his bodyguards. "I am a terrible liar. Honesty is so refreshing in the Abyss. Lucifer, I will savor every free breath I take knowing you are watching me from here."

"I look forward to watching how you use your freedom."

I bit back my snarl and retreated. He could be pretending not to care, but I knew he would wail and gnash his teeth once I was free--the first demon to escape in two thousand years. I flashed to Good Samaritan hospital and watched the near-comatose Karen and my vessel swiftly growing in her womb.

Only a month away.

* * *

Tuesday, June 24th, 2013 -- Doug Allard -- Jebel al-Lawz, Saudi Arabia

The sun rose over the mountain. My wife gasped beside me in the range rover we rented in Tel Aviv. The GPS had guided us to it--Jebel al-Lawz. Our refuge. We would spend the next forty years here waiting for the end of the darkness.

The mountain was red rock rising out of the lifeless desert, it's conical peak scorched black like the entire peak had been set aflame. Some people thought this was the true Mount Sinai from the old testament, that it was the Arabian Desert, and not the tiny Sinai Peninsula, where the Israelites hand wondered for forty years.

The top of the mountain looked scorched, engulfed in flames as the bible described when the Creator visited Moses.

"This is it," Tina said in awe.

I still wasn't used to the youthful face of my wife. We were both in our forties, but we had received the Gift, our bodies reforged into the strength of youth. And the vigor... The back of the Range Rover was roomy enough for making love. We had indulged when we rested on our trip south from Tel Aviv, through Jordan, and finally into Saudi Arabia.

We were lucky to have made it this far. No, Providence had created the lucky circumstances that allowed us to enter Saudi Arabia unchallenged at the Jordanian border. We had no entry visas. Saudi Arabia was not a country foreigners could enter easily.

And yet the strange fire at the checkpoint, consuming the guard post, gave us the opening to drive right across and continue following the road south along the Gulf of Arabia. No authorities, like Saudi Arabia's dread Religious Police, stopped us as we drove through their land.

The road led to the moment. It loomed higher and higher over us. And then the world rippled. I gasped as light bathed us. A wall appeared of energy. We passed through it, crossing to the other side. I hit the brakes, looking back at the wall. It wavered and vanished.

For an instant, I thought I saw an angel standing along the wall at the distant corner.

"A protective barrier?" whispered Tina. "It must be to hide us."

I nodded my head. This place had been prepared, a refuge, to keep the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor safe until it was needed.

I kept driving to the mountain, to our new home. I wasn't surprised to find a tent waiting for us, already set up and laden with supplies. There was no sign of the original owner. A generator sat beside it connected to a satellite dish pointed into the heavens.

We would not be isolated from the world.

Chapter Two

Treachery lurks in the soul of all men.

--excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mark Glassner -- Tacoma, WA

I sped down I-5, my Mustang's engine growling. I groaned and came, flooding Alison's mouth with my jizz. She swallowed and moaned her delight. I gripped the steering wheel while the city of Tacoma flashed by.

"Damn," I panted. It was the second blowjob she had given me since we left South Hill.

"I'm glad you enjoyed, Master," she grinned as she sat up, licking her lips.

"And mi Sirenita enjoyed it, too," Desiree purred as she sat in the backseat.

Alison giggled and looked over her shoulder at her fiancee. "Yep."

Ahead, the exit to Highway 705 which led to downtown Tacoma approached. Cars cleared out of the way of my bodyguards. I had a Tenino cop car racing in front of me and a University Place patrol car behind me. My escorts.

Yesterday's tryouts for expanding the bodyguard went well. We had over seventy cops, each sexy and competent, show up. Mary and I had a blast along with our families. They helped us narrow down the candidates. We took twelve cops from King County and twelve from Thurston County, tripling the size of our bodyguard. I assigned a few to guard our plane, and then others would protect our family members. Anyone leaving our street would have two bodyguards accompanying them.

For Mary and me, it was four bodyguards when we left.

I would not let anything happen to our sluts and family members. A nun was out there trying to stop us.

When Mary left for her bridal fitting with her two sisters and mine, a whole parade of cop cars followed. The media camped outside our street, trying to catch footage of us. And not just the media, the paparazzi were starting to follow us, writing salacious stories for the tabloids. We were making national headlines. I had to turn Jessica, our reporter slut, into our press secretary to keep on top of everything.

Three times yesterday Mary and I gave interviews, Mary touting our politics and charity. She had plans involving me running for office.

Libertarians lauded our "no government should interfere" policy in regards to the pro-bigamy stance Mary and I had taken. Conservatives lashed out against our sexual politics while Liberals were happy with our social conscience, as demonstrated by our charity to help poor women get free gynecological help. The Occupy Movement saw me as some sort of Robin Hood, sticking it to the 1% and getting away with all those bank robberies.

Politics wasn't why I wished for these powers. I just wanted to have fun, screw a few girls, but I was starting to think I could make a real difference. Maybe make this world a better place.

There was an open seat in the State House of Representatives up for election in November and Mary was urging me to throw my name in. We have a fund raiser coming up this Friday for our charity. It would be the perfect place to announce my candidacy. We already had Julius Prescott III, the billionaire I bought the plane from, associated with our charity and last night, over the phone, he promised a number of big names to show up to the party. His wife, the beautiful Monique, had also been working to get people to come.

I followed my escort through the streets of downtown Tacoma. We raced up 9th Avenue and reached Tacoma Avenue. We turned left and reached the courthouse. It was a large building sitting next to the Pierce County Jail. The courthouse building doubled as the Pierce County Superior Court and the Tacoma Municipal Court.

"Let's get you divorced," I grinned at Desiree when I turned off the engine.

"Looking forward to it, mi Rey." Desiree was married to Brandon Fitzsimmons, the asshole causing all sorts of problems for Mary and me. He was in Europe somewhere hunting for the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

I hoped he wouldn't get his hands on it.

I stepped out into the sunshine and helped Desiree climb out of the backseat, her large tits jiggling in her low-cut blouse. She was a Latina beauty, curvy and sensual. Alison, youthful and perky, came around from the other side of the car. Both women pressed against me.

"Oops, your cock's still out, Master," Alison giggled. She quickly stuffed me back inside my jeans. "There."

"Thanks," I laughed. I was so used to casual nudity, including jogging naked in the morning, that I hadn't cared my dick hung out of my jeans.

My bodyguard formed up around us as we marched to the courthouse. People glanced at us, recognizing my bodyguards and me from the news. I nodded at them, savoring my celebrity status. It was intoxicating.

Alison swelled in pride as people muttered my name, thrusting out her chest. She wore her favorite top, a too tight, pink t-shirt. Printed on her shirt was: "Daddy's little girl," only the word girl was crossed out and and "slut" was written in its place. It was the shirt she wore when I met her.

She fucked me willingly and was excited to be my sex slave. About her neck was her gold choker, her name written in diamonds. Desiree, on the other side, was dressed more elegantly, in a tight, golden dress and heels, a gold choker set with onyx tight about her throat.

"Ready to be a single woman?" I asked Desiree when we reached family court.

"She won't be single for long," Alison said happily. "She's kicking Brandon to the curb and getting a better woman."

I frowned, my thoughts heading back to Brandon. He disappeared in France. And he wasn't the only person who vanished. Doug, the private investigator I sent after Brandon, was also missing. The nuns probably got to Doug. Brandon was heading to Rennes-le-Château, to the nun's Motherhouse. And it had been over two weeks since our slaves, Chantelle and Lana, set out on their honeymoon. They were supposed to be back last Friday, but we hadn't heard from them in over a week.

I had Chasity, the head of the bodyguards, and Noel, our FBI slut, tracking them down. I had a bad feeling that the nuns got to them, too. We didn't know about the Zimmah spell when we parted with Chantelle and Lana, so they were vulnerable to a nun's powers.

Hell, we didn't even know about the nuns back then. It was a simpler time when Mary and I just enjoyed our powers and had fun. We didn't need an army of bodyguards to protect us.

We pushed into the family courtroom, a few people already waiting. You could tell the couples getting divorced because they kept glaring at each other across the aisle, shepherded by their lawyers. I saw one woman, early twenties, with green eyes and black hair, who filled out her blouse quite nicely. I sat down next to her, Alison and Desiree on the other side of me.

She glanced at me, her eyes widening in recognition.

"Yep," I nodded. "I'm him."

She glanced at my sluts, noticing the chokers. Her cheeks blushed. She was a delicious. My dick ached. I may have just cum down Alison's throat, but I wished for stamina when I made my Pact with the Devil.

I could fuck all day.

"You're a pretty thing," I whispered, leaning over and smiling at the woman. "You want to make your soon-to-be-ex-husband real jealous?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Kneel before me and suck my cock."

"That would make him jealous," she giggled, glancing at a man across the aisle. She already moved, compelled by my command. "Mmm, you are as bold and wild as everyone claims, and you make people do what you want."

"Yep."

Her lawyers gasped, "Marcy what are you doing?" as the woman knelt before me and unzipped my jeans.

"It's okay," I told her lawyer. "Just pretend like nothing is going on back here."

"Damn, you are powerful," Marcy whispered as her lawyer clamped her mouth shut. "I'll get away with sucking your cock in the middle of court?"

"Yeah," I told her as her lips engulfed my cock in warmth. "You'll have quite the story to tell all your friends."

"Yes, she will," giggled Alison. "Enjoy his cock, slut. Make him cum hard. That's your place."

Her mouth sucked hungrily at my cock. I groaned, leaning back on the bench as the pleasure shot to the tip of my dick. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue agile as it swirled around my cock. I groaned loudly, not caring who saw.

That made it hotter.

"What the fuck?" a man growled--Marcy's soon-to-be-ex-husband. He stood.

"Just sit down, don't say a word about what I'm doing to your wife, and know that she loves my cock far more than she ever loved yours."

Marcy moaned what might have been, "Oh, yes," as she sucked my dick.

Her husband sat down, his face bewildered, his eyes locked on Marcy's head as it bobbed up and down my cock. Other people glanced at us, a buzz growing in the courtroom. The lawyer for Marcy's husband stood up, his jaw dropping.

"Just ignore us," I groaned loudly. Everyone looked away.

Including Alison and Desiree.

"Alison, Desiree, you don't have to ignore me," I said, not meaning to include my two sex slaves in the command.

"Good, I like watching you, Master," Alison purred. She licked her lip, her tongue stud flashing.

Desiree pressed up against my side. "Is she pleasing you, mi Rey?"

"She's good," I answered, "But why don't you help her out?"

"Ooh, I'd love to," Desiree purred and bent over, her hair falling about my crotch.

I pushed her hair to the side so I could watch her tongue lick up my shaft. I shuddered at the pleasure then smiled as Desiree's lips found Marcy's. My Latina slut licked at the black-haired woman's mouth. Marcy popped her mouth off my cock.

"So we're sharing?"

"Yep," Desiree moaned then swirled her tongue about the tip of my cock.

"Damn," I groaned when Marcy added her tongue.

The two ladies teased my cock, their tongues caressing and flicking at the head. Pleasure surged down my cock and I leaned back into the bench and enjoyed their ministrations. This was the best way to attend court.

They kissed and sucked, sharing my cock, passing it back and forth. My balls tightened each time their lips engulfed the tip and sucked for a moment. I groaned when they popped their mouth off my dick and passed it to the other.

"Mmm, that is so hot," Alison groaned.

She hiked up her fiancee's skirt, exposing Desiree's curvy ass. Alison spread Desiree's nut-brown butt-cheeks and bent over, rimming Desiree's asshole. Alison sealed her lips over the puckered sphincter and shoved her tongue inside her ass.

"Oh, yes, mi Sirenita," Desiree moaned. "Lick my ass. I love it."

Marcy's lips engulfed my cock and did not release it. Her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured me. Desiree groaned and shuddered, savoring Alison's naughty tongue. I pushed her head down, reminding the slut to please me.

"Sorry, mi Rey," she gasped. "Alison made me...forget."

"Don't blame your naughty fiancee," I groaned.

"You're right."

Desiree leaned in and sucked on my balls. Her tongue played with my sensitive nuts while Marcy sucked and bobbed her head. She took more and more of my cock, the tip aching in her mouth while my cum boiled in my balls.

The two sluts were driving me wild.

Desiree knew how to play and worship my balls. Alison's rimming tongue made Desiree moan, her pleasure humming around my nuts. Pleasure shot to the tip of my dick, mixing with the bliss Marcy's sucking mouth produced.

My balls tightened. "Fuck," I groaned."

"Uh-huh," Alison panted, her fingers clenching on Desiree's ass.

I closed my eyes, savoring the bliss. Desiree's massaging lips brought my balls closer and closer to erupting. They boiled with jizz that needed to escape. I gripped the back of the bench and grunted through my teeth.

"You fucking sluts feel great. Oh, fuck, drink my cum!"

Marcy gasped when my jizz flooded her mouth. The boiling pressure exploded from my balls and shot powerful blasts of cum from my dick. I gasped and grunted with every eruption, stars dancing before my eyes.

And then my final spurt burst out of me.

"Let me taste," Desiree panted. She seized Marcy's lips, pulled her mouth from my cock, and kissed her.

"Damn," I panted as Desiree and Marcy snowballed my cum back and forth, their pink tongues stained with cream. "Shit, that's so hot."

"Uh-huh," Alison panted, her tongue-stud flashing as she licked again.

"Mmm, mi Rey's cum taste so good," Desiree panted when she broke the kiss. "Gives me such pleasure to taste it. And so does mi Sirenita's tongue. Oh, yes, keep rimming my ass."

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