The Devil's Pact Pt. 28

Then I became impatient. "Let me. Your hands need to be busy in other spots."

Sean grinned at me and then shoved his other hand beneath my smock. I groaned, arching back into the couch as his fingers played with my clit and pumped in my pussy. My goes curled, flexing out of the flats I wore. My fingers worked the buttons open and exposed my round breasts topped by hard nipples. I pulled on them and groaned as he pumped his fingers faster and faster.

It was wonderful. Sean grinned at me, just like he had when we were in college. I could see the love in his eyes. He leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I groaned as he nibbled and bit. I grabbed his ponytail, holding it in one hand while the other raised above my head.

"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned as Sean pumped first two then three fingers in and out of my juicy pussy. "Oh, yes. Shoot, that's good. Oh, yes. Keep fingering me. Oh, you are such a stud, Sean. My stud."

Tears burned in my eyes. I had my husband back. I had missed so many years, but we could rebuild our intimacy. I gripped his ponytail, my knuckles whitening, as he nibbled on my nub. He nipped it and stretched it, playing with it. He hadn't missed a beat.

His thumb rubbed along my clit. Pleasure sparked into my pussy. I clenched down on his fingers, squirming, loving what he did to me. My eyes fluttered and the couch groaned as I humped into his wonderful fingers.

"Yes, Sean," I purred.

"Are you going to cum?" he asked, looking up from my nipple.

"You better believe it. Keep stroking me. Oh, yes. It's so wonderful to have you again, Sean. I was such an idiot for staying away."

"You're here now."

The tears fell down my cheeks as I stared into his green eyes. I loved this man so much.

I pulled him to my lips, kissing him hard as the tears fell. My pussy contracted. I came on his plunging fingers. I moaned into his lips, shuddering on him. My thighs wrapped about his waist as my pussy convulsed on those fingers.

My hands slid down his body as I came. My fingers itched for his cock. The pleasure boiled for me as my hands found his bulge. I squeezed him, bringing a moan to his lips. He kissed me harder, ripping his fingers out of my pussy as my pleasure crested through me.

He broke our kiss to rip off his shirt. He threw it to the floor as I fumbled with his belt. He kissed me again as his hands, sticky with my spicy pussy juices, gripped my tits. I groaned, his fingers finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

The surge of pleasure made it more difficult to undo his belt.

I groaned into his mouth when I succeeded. I popped open the slacks' fastener and ripped down the zipper. My hands shoved into his boxers and found his cock. I stroked him. He groaned into the kiss as I brought him to my pussy, rubbing his shaft against my cunt.

Fourteen years since we made love. Fourteen years trying to forget him, to move on with my life. Fourteen years of fear keeping me away from this: passion, love, family.

Sean's cock sank into me.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Yes. Yes, yes, I love you, Sean."

"Love you, Tif," he groaned, nuzzling my ear as he thrust, burying his cock into my sloppy depths, his balls smacking into my taint.

The couch groaned louder as we made love. My hands roamed his bare back, sometimes scratching when the pleasure swelled in my depths. His cock slid in and out of me. He groaned, nuzzling at my neck, kissing me as his dick excited my nerve endings.

"You're so tight," he groaned. "Tighter than I remember."

"Tight as the first time?" I moaned.

"Yes," he groaned. "Damn, Tif."

"Advantages to having your wife come back eighteen," I panted, humping harder, my firm breasts bouncing.

We kissed again, hips moving in unison. I swiveled and ground into them, using my thighs locked around his waist to leverage my cunt up and down his cock as he thrust. I slid my hands down, squeezing his flexing ass as he pumped in me.

The pleasure swelled, another hot orgasm building in my body. My pussy drank in every thrust of his cock, savoring the friction. It swelled in me. I ground my clit into his pubic bone, clawing at his ass as my pleasure built.

"Oh, yes, Sean," I whined.

"I know that sound," he grunted. "Cum for me."

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped. "Jeepers, yes."

"Jeepers," he laughed.

"I was a nun for fourteen years," I groaned. "I learned to... to... Shoot, that's good. Sean! I... I... Yes!"

I came.

My pussy spasmed about my husband's cock. My husband. Just thinking those words increased the pleasure. The bliss flooded my body and reached my mind. I stared at the ceiling as my fingernails dug into the meat of his flexing ass.

So good. I missed this so much.

I trembled beneath him, thrashing, bucking. My pussy massaged his cock. He kept thrusting, his stamina holding out, fucking me through my orgasm. I groaned, savoring the bliss pumping through my veins while his dick stirred fresh delight inside of me.

Then he rolled over, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sliding down his cock. He grinned at me. "Let me see you go wild. Like you did when you were twenty."

I smiled, raising my arms over my head and undulating, my maid's smock bunched around my waist, my tits bouncing free before my husband's face. He slid his hands up, squeezing my tits, his fingers tweaking them.

My pussy clenched on his dick when I did.

"That's it, ride me," he grinned. "Damn, Tif, I can't believe this. It's really you. You're here. You're back."

"Forever," I panted, staring into his eyes as I worked my hips. "Forever and ever and ever."

His hands slid from my tits to my hips, gripping them as his face twisted with pleasure. I knew that look. His orgasm built. His cum swelled in his balls, ready to unleash into his wife's sloppy depths, to wash away Mark's cum.

I leaned closer, putting my arms around his neck, my boobs bobbing right before his face. My tits brushed his lips. He nuzzled into him, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, squeezing hard. He groaned into my breasts, kissing and sucking.

"Cum in me, Sean," I begged. "Do it. Oh, yes, erupt. I want to feel that jizz flood my pussy.

"Yes," he groaned and slammed me down his cock. "Tiffany!"

His cum exploded into me. I gasped, savoring the feel of his jizz squirting against my folds. So hot and delicious. I writhed on him, trembling and bucking. The pleasure swelled through me. I squirmed, rubbing my clit into his groin.

And climaxed.

I moaned his name as my pussy milked his cock, squeezing out every last drop of his jizz. The pleasure burned through my mind. My husband came in me. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks as we kissed, moaning, sharing our pleasure.

It was wonderful. Our tongues danced as we trembled and writhed. My pleasure peaked in me. And then I floated. I felt so light as I straddled him, his strong arms squeezing and massaging my ass. I could drift—

"All right, Mom!" whooped Missy behind me. "That was hot!"

I blinked and turned around. Missy, naked as the day she was born, clapped, her tiny A-Cup titties bouncing, her shaved pussy virginal tight, making the eighteen-year-old appear even younger. Her nipples were hard, her face flushed.

Her thighs sticky.

"Wasn't that awesome, Felicity?"

"Yes, Mistress," the innocent-looking schoolgirl beside my daughter purred, her legs coltish long. "Would you care for any refreshments, Master?"

"Champagne," Sean groaned.

I licked my lips. This was all so new. I rolled off Sean, sitting beside him on the couch, his cum leaking out of my pussy while the schoolgirl scurried off, eager to obey. Missy sauntered towards us, a playful smile on her young face.

"You were hot, Mom. You rode Dad like a champ."

"Thanks," I blushed.

Missy fell to her knees before me. She reached out, pushing my legs apart. I gasped at her touch on my inner thighs, her hands sliding up to my messy pussy. A strange thrill ran through me as my own daughter touched me.

"Mmm, delicious."

Missy leaned in and licked her father's cum out of my pussy. I gasped as her tongue fluttered through my folds. It was quick and fast, teasing me. Driving me wild. I groaned, unable to believe this was really happening.

"Missy," I moaned.

Sean's arm went around me. "Enjoy, dear."

"Uh-huh," I groaned, closing my eyes, savoring the wicked, incestuous thrill of my daughter devouring her father's jizz out of my pussy. My toes curled as her tongue burrowed deeper, swirling, gathering, hungry. "Oh, this is wonderful."

Sean kissed me while I humped on my daughter's mouth. This was my new life. Debauchery while living in the circle of Mark's influence. There were hardly any nuns left. Our attack today was the last, desperate attempt by Heaven to stop him.

No one would now. Mark would grow more and more powerful, and I would be there with my family, supporting him and sharing in the sin.

My hand tightened on Missy's strawberry-blonde curls. I humped against her hungry mouth. The thrill of her soft lips licking at the very pussy that birthed her sent me over the edge. I threw back my head and screamed out my climax.

"Yes, yes, yes! I love this. It's amazing. Oh, yes. Such wicked pleasure."

I couldn't wait to make love to Mary. And Shannon. All three of my daughters in bed with Sean. Oh, that would be wicked.

Chapter Four

With the world so interconnected at the height of the information age, images and videos of the False Miracle went "viral," seen across the planet. The demonic intercession of the Adversary catapulted the Tyrants into the world's spotlight. The delusional masses believed the lie. They proclaimed Mark and Mary Glassner the Living Gods. From that day on, the world marched towards the birth of the tyrannical Theocracy.

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

Mark Glassner - South Hill, WA

I pulled Mary to me, slipping an arm around her waist. It was so good to feel her in my arms. "Let's go inside."

She gave one last look at her parents as they walked down the street to Sean's house, then nodded. A tremble raced through her. She took a deep breath and asked, "Did Alice die?"

"She was alive last I heard. I saw them loading her into an ambulance. But she was in critical condition." I swallowed. "Was that your mom's doing? Alice... shooting me?"

"Yeah," Mary whispered, tears swimming in her emerald depths. "My mom went from being used by one side to being used by the other."

I snorted. "Heaven's methods are terrible. They used my sister. Alice might die. And what about Chasity and the other bodyguards..." Anger boiled in me. I glanced at Tiffany. She looked so happy as she disappeared into the house with Sean. I wanted to go over there and— "This is all so fucked up, Mare."

"Yes, it is." Her words were careful. Slow.

I glanced at her. "What?"

Mary frowned, biting her lip. "I think... I think we need to be more careful about our powers. About whom we use them on."

My eyebrows furrowed. My stomach knotted. I didn't like the turn of his conversation. "What do you mean?"

"Mark, you've broken up people's marriages and relationships."

Like 51 and other members of the bodyguards. "Yeah."

"And who knows what other consequences have happened because of the things you've done. How did you effect the people in the Buy Best orgy? Or how about the guy you took your Mustang from? And what about all the other women you just... enjoyed? Do any of them have lasting consequences?"

"Maybe. What are you saying, Mare?"

"We could use our powers to help people. Make their lives better. Not destroy them."

"So, no more fucking any woman I want?" I asked her pointedly.

"Well, no," Mary frowned. "I... like that. Just... don't ruin their lives. Don't break up their relationships. Give them some happiness. Make their lives better, maybe. And... and I think we should release the sluts from our control."

"What?" I asked in surprise. A surge of jealous, possessive anger rushed through me. "No, no. I love my sluts!"

"I love them, too, Mark. But, what if deep inside they're unhappy. What if they're like my mom. She acted like being with Kurt was amazing, but the moment she was freed, all the evil, degrading things he did to her came back." She hesitated. "I'm not saying you're as bad as Kurt, because you're not. But... I say we give them a choice. Free them and let them choose to be with us instead of making them our slaves." She paused. "Like you did with me."

"I'm not sure we can free them from the Zimmah spell," I protested. "They may still be tied to us even I we tell them to ignore our commands."

"Well, at least we can give them back their free will, like we did with our families." Mary paused giving me a serious look. "You say I'm all you really need. You were ready to give everything up, not just the sluts, for me at the cabin."

I sighed. "Fine, Mary. But we need the bodyguards."

"For now," Mary said with a nod. "Maybe we can find others who are willing to protect us. Then we can free those who don't want to serve us. Or we could pay them or something."

"And find a way to protect them," I muttered. "Okay, we'll do it. I don't want to lose the sluts, but Chasity..."

She nodded her head, looking somber.

I had to say something to cheer her up. I said the first, dumb thing that popped into my head: "You do know if there are no sluts around, I'm making you do all the cooking and cleaning."

She froze then giggled. It was wonderful to hear her relax. She leaned up on her tiptoes, lips inches from mine. "You haven't tried my cooking. You might regret those words." Then she gave me a quick, hot kiss.

Inside the house, the sluts were busy sweeping up the broken glass, or wiping up the blood stain from Xiu's wound. Sam sat at the dining room table, a pile of books spread out as she was busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

"Sam, is there a way to break the Zimmah bond?" I asked her.

"I don't know, Master," Sam answered, adjusting her silver glasses on her round face, her slanted eyes considering. "I haven't found that spell in here, yet."

"Find out," I ordered.

"I will, sir."

"Let's go change," Mary said. "Sluts, I want you waiting in the dining room in ten minutes. Mark and I have something to tell you."

They chorused, "Yes, Mistress," in happy tones. Even Noel, her eyes still red from crying, had a smile on her lips.

Mary and I headed up stairs. We changed into clean clothes. It took me no time at all while Mary dithered on which sundress to where. She finally settled on one. I frowned at her as she put it on with slow care.

She was scared of the consequences. A part of her didn't want to lose the sluts.

"We still have each other," I told her, slipping up behind her. "Besides, as powerful as we're going to be, I bet there will be plenty of young women wanting to serve us."

"But they won't be Alison and Desiree, Violet and Lillian, April and Xiu. No Fiona and Thamina. No doll-faced Korina or tough Noel. Sam's smarts and Dr. Willow's wicked smiles and Jessica's naughty tongue."

"No helping it. It's the right thing to do, Mare."

"I'm the one who told you that," she said. "So why do you have to convince me?"

"Because change sucks."

"Yes, it does." She took a deep breath then adjusted the straps of her dress. "Okay, let's do this."

The sluts waited, gathered around the dining room table. I looked them all over: slutty Alison sitting on Desiree's lap, Lillian with her black hair highlighted with blue and purple streaks, cute and innocent Violet and April, dusky Thamina, caramel-skinned Jessica, cinnamon-skinned Willow, sandy-blonde Noel, doll-faced Korina, olive skinned Sam, and strawberry-blonde Fiona.

Only Xiu and Karen were missing. And Chasity.

I closed my eyes, forcing back the tears. Mary may have been able to forgive her mother, but I wasn't sure I would ever be able to. Chasity was such a wonderful, and dependable, woman. There was grief and worry on all of the sluts' faces. They missed Chasity as much as I do.

"Master, Xiu is in surgery," Willow, our doctor slut, reported. "The surgeon is very good. He seems to think she'll survive. But... the bullet lodged into her uterus. So they are performing a hysterectomy. 04 and 47 are in the ICU, and have been upgraded to serious. Doctors do not expect 30 to survive. Alice is also still in critical condition and is also in surgery."

"Thank you," I nodded, closing my eyes. This was the right thing to do.

Mary looked over the sluts. She bit at her lip then said: "I have come to care for all of you very much. We forced you to be our slaves and—"

"We wanted to be your slaves, Master," Alison protested.

Violet nodded. "You and Master are so wonderful, how could we not want to be your slaves?"

"Yeah," April nodded. She looked so cute and nerdy with her glasses on.

"Well, Mark and I want you to choose to be with us," Mary continued.

"Oh, I choose, Mistress," Thamina said with no hesitation. All the other girls also chimed in eagerly.

I swallowed, my stomach twisting. I was really doing this. I glanced at Mary and she gave me a supportive smile. Fuck it. "Until tomorrow at noon, all of you can make your own decisions and will not have to do what Mary and I tell you. At noon, you will return to the house and we will let you choose to stay with us or we'll let you go and live your lives."

Mary repeated my words and the girls' expressions changed faster than a light bulb turning off as they realized what had happened to them. Pain, anger, confusion clouded their faces. Noel burst into tears and Thamina drew herself up, eyes burning. They all yelled and shouted. Violet's shoulders slumped while Fiona reeled.

My stomach sank. We had stolen them from their lives. We had forced them to do this.

"No, don't go, Master," Alison shouted as Mary and I retreated outside to the waiting ten bodyguards.

51 glanced at the sluts, some of them pouring out of the house onto the porch. Fiona screamed at us, her face redder than her strawberry-blonde hair. Noel stumbled out and gripped the porch's railing, her entire body swaying.

"Sir?" 51 asked, her face concerned.

"We're going to Good Sam Hospital," I growled, feeling sick at the pain I had caused them. Maybe Alison would stay, but the rest were horrified. We had lost them all.

But we had set them free. They wouldn't be forced to die for us like Chasity had.

"Yes, sir," 51 saluted, then barked orders at the remaining members of the guard.

We had to go to the hospital. Xiu and the wounded bodyguards were there. They were hurt because of us. The least we could do is be there for them.

But not in my Mustang.

It was ruined. A round had come through the garage and punctured the engine block. Oil puddled on the floor beneath it. Beside it, Mary's Eos had a shattered windshield and a shot-up fender. I groaned and Mary let out a frustrated hiss—she loved her Eos.

"51, we'll take your patrol car," I sighed, leading Mary from the garage.

Fiona glared at us from the porch, Thamina sitting despondently by her. I ignored them. I would make it up to them somehow, ensure they had nice lives away from us. 51 reached her patrol car and opened the back door for us

"Can I speak to you, Mr. Glassner?"

I turned to see Chief Hayworth walked across the lawn from a group of lingering cops. He was a whip-thin, iron-hard man wearing a navy blue dress uniform. He was Chief of Police of Puyallup and shook my hand with a firm grip.

"Yeah, Chief."

"What a mess," he said sadly, shaking his head. "Officer Vinter was a fine cop."

I agreed. Chasity was the best. "What have you told the media?"

"The truth," he answered. "A group of disgruntled Pierce County SWAT officers attacked you. Six officers lost their lives protecting you and many others were hurt. Sheriff Erkhart is being grilled by the media. It looks bad for him."