The Devil's Pact Pt. 28

"Here we go," I said, not in the mood to deal with the media.

The Puyallup Police had corralled the media onto either side of the street, forming a line of blue-uniformed bodies. Chasity had been a Puyallup Police Officer. She had pulled me over for speeding. I found her Nordic beauty captivating. So I made her mine.

Cameras flashed and the media pressed in on our car. But the Puyallup cops pushed them back and let us through. Their shouts faded as we took the curve and stared down the street. It looked different than when I left. Most of the emergency vehicles were gone. The few neighbors we let stay in their houses were out, inspecting the damage and cleaning up the mess. Evidence of the fighting was everywhere: shot up cop cars parked on the street, bullet holes in the siding of houses, shattered windows, stains of blood.

The nuns brought a war to kill us.

Tiffany squirmed in the front seat, as silent as we were. Mary clung to me as we drove down the road. Devastation. I glared at the back of Tiffany's head. Her two fellow nuns were dead. She was lucky Mary loved her.

51 pulled her squad car before our house. I had confiscated it from Brandon Fitzsimmons, along with his wife—no, she was his ex-wife now—Desiree. Mary slid off of me, her pussy popping off my cock. I buttoned up as I stared at everyone.

The sluts squealed "Master!" and "Mistress!" their enthusiasm washing over us.

Everyone was waiting for us out front. All our sluts were there, save Karen and Xiu. And Chasity. Noel's face puffy from crying, held in the embrace of April and Violet. Alison and Desiree clutched each other, the Latina's brown tits pressed into Alison's pale flesh. Korina stood apart while Thamina and Fiona held hands. Sam held a clutch of papers in her hand, probably her translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, while Lillian stood beside her, our goth slut trembling in ecstatic joy.

And it wasn't just our sluts waiting for us. Our families as well. My mom had her arm wrapped about her half-Black girlfriend, Betty, while their sex slave, Joy, stood near them, head bowed. Antsy, my little sister, held her sex slave, Via's hand. To the right stood Mary's family, Sean with his schoolgirl sex slave Felicity who looked very fetching in her tartan skirt and knee-high socks. Shannon and her fiance George with Starla, their sex-slave and George's secretary. Missy bounced in joy beside her boyfriend Damien, their slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra kneeling before them.

From the front seat, Tiffany gasped, tears forming in her eyes as she gazed at her family and their sex slaves.

"Wait in the car, Mom," Mary said. "Let me talk to them. Smooth things out."

"Okay," Tiffany said, her voice breaking with emotion.

I stepped out of the car into the warm, June day. The wounded were gone. And the dead. But crimson still stained the lawn where I lay shot and the sidewalk where Chasity fell. I turned and held out my hand. Mary took it, her grip strong, and I helped her step out.

"Mistress!" the sluts screamed and then, as one, they rushed forward.

Mary and I held out our arms and were swarmed by the passionate women. Most were naked or dressed slutty. They clung to us, kissing us, touching us. I couldn't make out who said what, the sluts all talking over each other, emotion shining on their faces. I kissed each one, and so did Mary, savoring having them back.

And then twisting with guilt at the ones who weren't here—Karen given to Lilith, Xiu shot in the stomach, and Chasity...

"Mark," my mom shouted, her head craning, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Okay, sluts," I smiled. "We need to see our families, too."

"Yes, Master," they chorused, obeying like they always did, and broke away from me and Mary.

I headed to my mom and sister. They were both emotional, though Antsy tried not to show it, quickly brushing away tears. Mom and my sister broke away from their sex slaves and Betty. I opened my arms wide and pulled them both to me. Mom's arms hugged with a desperate love.

"You're safe," she sighed.

"I am, Mom." Then I kissed her on the lips.

It wasn't a familial kiss. I put passion into it. I loved my mom. My hand slid down, squeezing her ass through her dress, pulling her tight. I did the same to Antsy. Her ass was firmer with youth. I broke the kiss with Mom and planted my lips on my baby sister. She moaned, eyes fluttering, fresh tears falling.

"Damn," Antsy panted when I broke the kiss. Her hand ran up and down my chest. "Big bro, you are ripped! What happened to you? Everyone said you were shot and then got better. Via and I spent the entire shootout hiding in the basement. We were too scared to come out until after you left. And why are you like a muscled hunk now?"

"Was it a miracle?" my mom asked, her eyes wide. "Everyone said a miracle happened."

No. A demon brought me back to life. But I didn't want to admit that. I glanced at Mary, hugging her father and two sisters, and mumbled, "Sure, Mom. It was a miracle."

"It's all over social media," Antsy said, her hand rubbing my stomach. "Wow, a six pack. Damn, big bro, you are even sexier."

I nodded and listened as Mary broke the kiss with her father. Her face twisted as she stared at her father. "Dad, there's something I need to tell you." She bit her lip, trembling. "I—"

"Who is that in the car?" Sean asked, frowning.

Antsy eyebrows furrowed as she peered past me. "I know her." Then she hissed and broke away from me. "Theodora! That fucking bitch!"

I caught her arm before she took two steps, hauling her back. My sister spun, her hair flying, her face wild with anger. "Let me go, Mark. That's the nun who put the fucking spell on me."

I pulled my baby sister back to me. Part of me wanted to let her claw Tiffany's eyes out. "It's okay," I lied to my sister. "She's not a threat any longer.

"That's what I want to talk to you about, Dad," Mary said, taking his hand. But Sean ignored her and walked around his daughter, staring at the car, his eyes wide and his face paling. The sun shone on his bright red hair, contrasting against his skin.

Chapter Three

And the Living God strode into the nun's den and smote the evil woman down. Sister Theodora Mariam fell beneath His wrath, utterly destroyed because of her inequity. Then the Living God claimed His Goddess, awakening Her to Her true powers. Their light shone bright while the entire world trembled in awe. The Miracle was seen by all, calling the first disciples to serve.

—The Gospel of April 31:1-3

Tiffany Sullivan

I trembled in the car, my stomach twisting, as I watched my daughter's reunion with our family. It was... sexy the way she kissed first little Melissa—no, she was called Missy now—and then Shannon, their lips writhing in a most unsisterly kiss. And then she kissed Sean, my ex-husband, the love of my life. His arms wrapped about our daughter, holding her tight, kissing her with the passion he once kissed me.

Fear clutched at me. Had Sean moved on? Did he need me when he had Shannon, Mary, and Melissa? Our three daughters all had parts of me in their faces. They didn't have my blonde hair coloring, though Melissa came closest with her strawberry-blonde curls. But they had my beauty.

What if he hated me? How could he not after what that bastard Kurt made me write? Seeing Sean made the pain so fresh. I could hear myself saying those filthy words as Kurt fucked my pussy in his garage, Sean watching in shock, then horror, then despair.

I could see that same shock on his face. He was older, matured, touches of gray in his red hair. He still had that ridiculous ponytail, trying to look like the hip teacher. His face was weathered. He was a little stouter. But he was my Sean.

And he would hate me.

Antsy screamed her vehemence. I hardly noticed. The girl had every right to be mad after what I did to her in Miami. I set up a threesome, got her drunk and horny, and then seduced her. I turned her into a trap for Mark. When he slept with her, the pair became obsessed with each other. I hoped to break apart Mark from his Warlock girlfriend.

But my Mary had been too strong, too determined, to let go of the man she loved.

Why wasn't I that determined? Why didn't I try to reconnect with Sean after Sister Louise Afra freed me?

Fear. I was so afraid. Like I was now. I couldn't bear knowing how much he hated me. He was the only man I ever loved. When we met in college, I knew he was the man I would marry. Even in the rockiest part of our marriage, I never thought it would end. Not even during our bitterest fights did I want to leave him.

I only wanted to love him.

He stumbled around Mary, staring at me as he walked to the car like a zombie. I took a deep breath. I couldn't hide in the car. I had to slip out and meet him. I had to face him. I gave up on being a nun, on serving Heaven and the angels, and on fighting the Adversary to have Sean back. I couldn't hide in the car like a scared girl now.

The door creaked so loudly as I opened it. I stepped out, legs wobbly. I took a deep breath, shaking, and faced my husband. This was it. The moment I learned how much he hated me. Damn Kurt.

"Tiffany?" he asked, stunned.

Of course he was stunned. I looked younger than when we last met. When I became a nun, it aged me back to eighteen and gave me a perfect body, like it did to Mark when I gave him my gift. I didn't look my natural age of forty-four. I looked how I did when I met Sean.

My lower lip quivered. I took a deep breath. "It's me, Sean. I—"

Sean fell to his knees before me. I gaped in shock at my husband. He stared up at me, his green eyes filling with tears. Then he grasped the gray smock of my maid's outfit, clutching hard, and buried his face into my stomach.

"I'm so sorry, Tif," he sobbed, "for whatever I did to drive you away. Please, forgive me. I never meant to hurt you."

My heart broke. Tears welled in my eyes. All the pain whimpered out of me, "No, Sean, no. It wasn't you." I knelt down, lifting his face. I stared into his eyes, the world swimming with tears. "You didn't do anything, Sean. You were the best husband a woman could want."

"Then why, Tif? Why did you leave me?"

"Because Kurt Bronson made me." The hurt spiked through me. He had to understand. "Kurt had powers. Like Mark and... and Mary. He... he made me lust for him, made me write those letters, and made me... me... throw away my wedding ring. Th-the ring you g-gave me."

He let out a groan before crushing me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him, my head on his shoulder, tears flowing. My husband still loved me. Somehow, his love for me endured all the pain Kurt made me put him through.

"Tell me this isn't a dream?" he croaked.

"I'm real, Sean." A shudder ran through me. "Can you forgive me?"

"If Kurt was like Mark, it wasn't you."

I shook my head. "No. When I was freed from Kurt's powers, I was too scared to find you. I... I thought you would hate me. I... I didn't have faith in your love for me. Can you forgive me for being so fickle?"

"That doesn't matter," Sean whispered. "Every day I felt empty without you. Like the best part of me was missing."

I nodded my head. I had filled that void with sex while on my missions, trying to forget my family, but I couldn't. Not my Sean. I clutched him harder, rocking in his arms, my head on his shoulder. Tears poured down my cheeks as I smiled and cried and...

I saw my daughters: Shannon and Melissa.

They stood side by side, Shannon taller, Melissa skinnier. They both had their arms folded before them, disbelief on their faces. Then anger twisted across Shannon's face along with the loathing I expected from Sean. I had abandoned my daughters as much as my husband.

Mary moved up and whispered into Melissa's ear. My youngest was only a toddler when I last saw her. I had missed her entire life. She walked forward, almost in a daze towards me and Sean, then she knelt, facing me.

"Are you really my mommy?" Melissa asked in the littlest girl's voice, emotion bubbling in her eyes.

"Yes," I sobbed. I reached forward and pulled my youngest daughter into the embrace I shared with Sean. "My little Melissa's grown up into a beautiful, young woman."

She flushed. "No one calls me Melissa. It's Missy."

"Sorry, I forgot. Missy," I smiled, stroking my youngest daughter's face. "I like that. It fits you."

Shannon stalked up, arms still folded. "You're back, huh?"

I broke away from my husband and youngest to stand. I faced my eldest daughter, her fiery hair framing the rage burning in her face. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Shannon. I—"

Shannon slapped me hard. My head snapped to the side. My cheek burned. Before I could say anything, she stalked down the sidewalk, brisk steps, hurrying away. I held my hand to my cheek. It didn't sting as much as her walking away.

I understood. She must have had to take my place as the woman of the house, helping Sean to care for Missy and Mary. I wasn't there to watch her grow up into a young woman. Why had I been so afraid? I could have repaired the damage. I could have raised my daughters instead of missing their lives.

Mary might not be a Warlock, her soul condemned to Hell, if I had returned.

Then Antsy appeared before me. I flushed, remembering the motel room in Miami, Florida and the man we shared together. "Hi, Ant—"

"Bitch," she snarled. "What did I ever do to you? I was nice to you! I let you stay in my motel room! And you tried to destroy my life! You made me and my brother obsessed with each other. We fucked and fucked and fucked."

I flinched at her words. "I... I was wrong. Please, Antsy, I am so sorry for deceiving you. I—"

Antsy's slap landed on my other cheek, snapping my head around. I stumbled a step. Antsy put more force into hers. She screeched, eyes blazing. And then Sean was between us, standing up to Mark's sister.

"That's my wife," he growled.

Antsy sniffed then stormed off. She snagged a young woman with black hair streaked with red and pulled her along. I blinked in surprise. Did Antsy have a girlfriend? She was straight in Florida. I had to get her drunk and in a threesome to have sex with her to cast the spell.

Then a woman who looked like an older version of Antsy, though her hair was closer to Mark's in color, walked up to me. "Hi, I'm Sandy," she warmly greeted. "Mark's my son, so I guess we'll be family soon."

"I guess so," I answered, suffering from emotional whiplash, both my cheeks stinging.

Mark's mom then hugged me and kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked but then remembered how Mary had greeted my husband and daughters. I relaxed into the kiss, working my lips, enjoying the feel of Mark's mother

I was a little out of breath when I broke the kiss. "I guess that's how friendly the family is now."

Sandy gave me a welcoming smile. "Yes, very friendly. We had a lovely barbecue on Monday. The whole family, and all the sex slaves, enjoying each other. Right out in the open at Spark Stadium. It was so kinky. My son and your daughter have really corrupted us."

I snorted a laugh. "You have no idea."

Sean put his arm around my shoulders. "Come on. I think we need to talk in private."

My cheeks warmed. "I'd like that, Sean."

"Shannon will come around," he said. "She tried to take your place. She had to grow up too fast. I wasn't much help, I'm afraid."

Sean led me down the street. From what I learned before the attack, I knew Mark had taken over the block, turning it into a fortress to protect him and his sluts. And their family. Sean led me to a house. "I guess everything has changed."

"Only recently," Sean said. He frowned at the bullet hole. "You didn't know we were here?"

"I had no idea our Mary was the Warlock Mary. It's such a common name. It was only when I went to"—I couldn't say the word kill—"that I recognized her. I was... fighting for Heaven."

"And now?"

I bit my lip as Sean opened the door. Inside looked surprisingly familiar, or at least the furniture did. The same couch, older, the color faded, sat in the living room, along with many of the small knickknacks I had filled our house with.

"And now I gave up fighting for Heaven to be with you, Sean. And our daughters. I'm not a nun any longer. Mark has my gift to use it for good or ill. He's a good man, for someone who made a Pact with the Devil."

"He makes Mary so happy."

I smiled. "I saw that. He surrendered himself to save her. He would have given it all up just to keep her alive. I've never seen such altruism in a Warlock before."

"Maybe the Devil picked the wrong guy. Mark loves too much. He even loves those sex slaves of his. The sluts."

I grimaced. "That's so degrading. And I saw that little strumpet you have."

"Felicity," he said, his voice flat. "Er, yes, Mary gave her to me."

"And you've always had a thing for the younger girls, right?" I smiled. "I noticed how you would stare at those eighteen-year-old students of yours. Want me to dress up like one?"

He grinned. "You do look like one. So young. Just like you did when we met."

"Perks of being a nun," I shrugged.

And then he kissed me. I closed my eyes, my arms going back around his neck. My husband's lips felt the same. His arms, his body, his scent. I breathed in so deeply as he held my body tight to his. I trembled in his arms, savoring it.

I had my husband back.

The kiss deepened, turning from love to passion. All those years apart, the longing, boiled through me and into our kiss. His hands tightened on the small of my back, pulling me close. His cock swelled, tenting the front of his slacks. I wiggled my hips, grinding against the bulge as his hands slid down and gripped my ass.

And squeezed.

"Damn," he groaned, breaking the kiss. "Firm and tight as..."

"Felicity's ass? Or maybe Missy's?"

He froze.

"Relax, honey. Mary explained it to me." I laughed. "Or, I should say, she used her powers and changed my personality to accept both incest and sex slaves. So I don't mind." I didn't have a choice, and that didn't bother me. Mary's power caused me to accept it so I did. "It's beautiful. Wonderful. I'm sure we'll make love to Missy, and Mary, together."

"A family."

"Wicked family," I moaned and kissed him again.

Oh, I loved kissing him. My pussy clenched in my panties as he backed me towards the couch. I felt actually eighteen again, the age I was when I met Sean.. I remembered how we would kiss for hours and hours on the couch in the lounge of his dorm while waiting for his roommate to finish studying so we could have privacy to make love.

We didn't have to wait now.

The back of the couch bumped my legs. I fell back down on it, feeling the rough fabric. "I always hated this couch," I groaned. "But it feels wonderful to be on it."

Sean blinked in surprise. "You picked it out."

"And regretted it," I laughed. "But I didn't want to admit it."

Sean smiled and knelt, his hands pushing up the gray smock. "A maid?"

"Well, you want to play dress-up. Maids are hot."

"But not this outfit. You should see the maid outfits Mark has his sluts wear."

I laughed, squirming, my pussy on fire. "I bet."

He reached beneath me my skirt, sliding up to my pussy. My eyes widened—I wasn't wearing panties. "Wait, I'm all dirty down there. Mark... came in me. I had to fuck him for the spell. To give him my gift. You can't go down on me when another man's staining me."

"Well, I can finger you," he said and shoved two into my pussy.

"Oh, yes you can do that," I moaned, my hips arching as my flesh clenched down on his intruding fingers, savoring how they felt inside of me. "I don't have a problem with that."

He worked his fingers in and out of my cunt, his thumb brushing my clit. His other hand attacked the buttons of my blouse, eager to get at my breasts. I loved it, shuddering on his fingers as he fumbled at the buttons.