The Devil's Pact Pt. 28

I scrolled through the comments. People were debating the video, some said it was a hoax, others a miracle, and a few claimed it was aliens. One comment jumped out at me, from aurora45: "I drank Mark's seed. I am blessed by him. He is a god. My coworker and I pleasured each other for him. All it took was his word, and we were his slaves. He is a god!"

He is a god.

The words crystallized in my mind. The way I had acted that day, the way his voice reached into my soul and compelled me to submit to him. It wasn't normal. No man had ever so thoroughly dominated me with so little effort.

But a god... Yes, a god could do that. No wonder the world was changing. No wonder Mark Glassner was creating such a swirl about him the last few weeks. Every time the news was on, they talked about him. He had come to this world, the divine clothed in real flesh.

No wonder Eric's cock couldn't satisfy me. I had lain with a god. What mere mortal's cock could ever satisfy me again?

A god planted a child inside me. My hand rubbed unconsciously at my stomach.

Another user, Anastasia Milburn, created a Google+ community titled, "Women Who've Lain with Mark Glassner."

I clicked on the link and read with fascination as Anastasia described meeting Mark while jogging. At first she was shocked, then he commanded her to jog naked with him and it was all so clear. She stripped on the spot. When they returned to her house, Mark fucked her in the kitchen as her husband showered upstairs. "Now I'm Mark's slut and my husband's slut and I've never been happier. I missed my period today. I may be carrying Mark's child. My hubby is so happy to share me with a god."

Anastasia also posted a video, clearly taken on a cell phone. "It's over, Stan," a woman shouted. The image showed a different angle from the YouTube video. Police and ambulances streamed past, heading for the lawn where Mark lay. "My god, I think Mark's been shot." Alarm filled her voice.

"It'll be okay, Ana," the man, presumably Stan, said.

The video played for a few more minutes with the occasional comment from Anastasia and her husband, Stan, as paramedics worked on Mark. My stomach clenched as the moment neared. Another angle from another video of the miracle. Then the crimson light flared.

It wasn't a hoax. Not with another camera capturing it.

Mark sat up as Anastasia gasped over and over: "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!"

"A miracle," Stan whispered in awe.

And the video ended.

Other women were joining the group, describing their encounters with Mark Glassner and his consort, the beautiful, and possibly divine, Mary. Lucy McKay wrote, "I worked at Buy Best and was there during the orgy. Mark Glassner fucked me from behind as I ate out Fatima's pussy. No one knows how Mark made us all fuck each other. He must be angel or a god or something. Now Fatima and I are dating and we're so happy. It's all thanks to Mark Glassner."

Rosalita commented on Lucy McKay's post: "I know. Me and Stacey are so happy. And we never would have gotten together if the orgy never happened. Thank you, Mark. Thank you so much."

My pussy began to itch in my pants. I had to get off. "I'm going to lie down," I lied to Eric.

"Sure," he said. One of those stupid singing-competition shows was on. Eric loved them. He would be watching TV until ten. Plenty of time for me to get off once or twice.

I took my tablet into the bedroom. Door closed, I shimmied out of my pants and panties, my hips wiggling. I ran a finger through the fine down of hair that grew between my legs, yellow as corn silk and just as soft. I was wet, the juices matting down the hair around my pussy. I pulled out the big, purple dildo from my panties drawer and settled onto the bed.

Yvonne Deponty posted: "I work as a night concierge at Four Seasons in Seattle. Few weeks ago, Mark and six naked women piled out of limo in the middle of night. Mark took one look at me and I was butter in his hands. He fucked my snatch hard in the elevator ride up to his room. I've never been such a slut in my life and I loved it."

I pushed the dildo up inside me, groaning as the rubber cock filled up my cunt. I gripped it by the base and pushed slowly in and out of my wet cunt. A shiver of pleasure ran through me and I eagerly read the next account.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Macy," Macy Gladwyn wrote, "and yesterday I was in court to divorce my loser husband when Mark walked in with two gorgeous women and sat beside me. His women wore chokers that said they were his sluts. Alison, I think one was named, and the other was a beautiful Latina. I sucked Mark's cock and he fucked me up the ass in the courtroom!!! He told the judge to let us fuck and the dried up ol' hag just let us!!! I came so hard!!"

I slid my dildo faster and harder inside me. My breath quickening as the excitement built. My sphincter clenched, naughty thoughts racing through my mind. I've never been fucked up the ass before. Eric always wanted to do it, but it always sounded so dirty. But reading Macy's account left me wondering what it was like if Mark fucked my ass.

I purred in delight, fucking my cunt faster and faster, pleasure fluttering through me. Maybe I would shove my dildo up there and give myself a nice little cum. I wiggled my hips and let out a soft sigh and kept reading.

"Hey all," Bonnie Slate wrote. "I've not fucked Mark, yet. But I ate out his fiancee, the very beautiful Mary Sullivan. She's the most heavenly woman I've ever met. She seduced me while I took her measurements for her wedding dress. My little pussy's getting wet just thinking about it. She came in yesterday with her bridesmaids and we had a wild time in my backroom. Mark must be quite a guy to please that woman! She must be a goddess, too."

I hammered the dildo in and out of my pussy as I read Daffodil Ethan's account, my toes curling. "Just finished up my first year at Rogers Community College. On the last week of school, Mark walked into our locker room and sent our gym teacher packing. He ordered us gals to strip naked and we had an orgy in the locker room. It was so wild. I gave Mark a titty fuck with my big ol' cans and he gave me a nice cum bath."

Daffodil upload a pic of her "big ol' cans." She was a lovely girl, brunette, with large tits topped with fat, pink nipples. I pictured those tits wrapped around Mark's cock, his cum spewing all over those luscious melons. I licked my lips, pumping my dildo so fast in and out of my pussy until I shuddered with delight.

My tablet slid off my chest onto the bed next to me as the pleasure burst inside of me. My pussy spasmed on it. I gasped and moaned, picturing it was Mark fucking me. A god ramming his heavenly cock into my pussy and making me squeal. It was wonderful.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mark. Your whore. Your pregnant whore!"

My orgasm died down. I groaned and pulled my dildo out of my cunt. I couldn't resist licking my tart juices off, pretending I cleaned His dick. I closed my eyes, savoring my flavor as I sucked on the tip, my pussy on fire.

I needed another cum.

I fumbled for the KY jelly I kept in a drawer on my nightstand—Eric rarely makes me wet any longer, so I had to buy lube. I slicked my dildo until it glistened, bent my legs, and searched for my asshole. I found it, rubbing my big old dildo against the puckered opening.

"Fuck my ass, God," I moaned

I pushed slowly. My eyes widened as my asshole resisted. A strange, burning pleasure flowed out of my ass. I groaned, trembling, eager to feel the dildo inside of me. I pushed harder, straining. And then the tip popped into my asshole.

"Holy shit!" I gasped as I pushed the dildo deeper and deeper. I felt so full back there.

I grabbed the tablet and kept reading. There was a reply to Daffodil's story from Addison Savidge. "Oh wow I was in that gym class. That was wild. I ate out so many girls' cunts. Super fun!! I've been dreaming about Mark coming back for next year. He's like one of those Greek gods from mythology, ya know, who comes down and fucks us mortal chicks!! And my best friend, Suzette, was also in that orgy. She was such an uptight Christian, but now she is her boyfriend's sex slave. Brian and her are so cute together. We had at threesome the other night and I totally spanked my best friend's ass while she sucked Brian's cock. Then she ate my pussy while he fucked her ass. It was sooo hot!!!"

I rolled over onto my side—it was easier fucking my ass than my back—and pumped the dildo in and out of my bowels. The pleasure was great once I relaxed my sphincter. I had my tablet before me, reading more and more comments as I worked myself to another wonderful orgasm.

I only wished it was Mark's cock reaming my ass. I bet that would feel even more amazing. That Macy girl was so lucky to experience Mark's cock in her asshole.

"Me and Mom jog with Mark every morning!!!!" a Cassie Blackwood wrote. "I love being Mark's slut with my mom. We are so close now. At home me and Mom are sluts for Daddy!! I'm so glad I met Mark!! I'd tots worship him as a god!"

"Yes, yes! I would worship him, too," I moaned, pumping the dildo faster. I would kneel before Mark and suck his cock and receive his blessing straight from the source.

My orgasm swelled. Every time the dildo slid into my ass, the friction sent wonderful delight sparking to my pussy. A fire burned in my depths, a growing inferno fed by the dildo fucking my asshole. My body clenched.

"Oh, Mark!" I moaned. "Mmm, let me be yours! Let me taste your godly cum!"

My orgasm crashed through me, stars swimming in my eyes and I could see Mark. He was watching me cum for him. He was holy. I gasped, my back arching as the pleasure bathed my mind. It was so intense, so hot. I reached out for the vision of him, wanting to touch him. Wanting to love and worship him.

And then my pleasure faded along with the vision.

Panting, I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass. Glancing at my tablet, I saw there was a new post. "I'm out on the street where Mark lives hoping to get a glimpse of him!" a Nina Royceston posted, along with a pic of her in front of a housing development called "Mountain View Estates." She was a pretty, eighteen-year-old girl with black hair in a plaited braid and a smiling face. She wore a red sundress decorated with white flowers. The photo was captioned with, "This is the dress I wore when Mark fucked me in the movie theater."

I found my pants and a pair of comfortable shoes, then I pulled on the most revealing blouse I had. No bra—I wanted my assets to be on display. I knew what I had to do. As I walked out into the living room I took one last look at my pathetic husband.

"I'm leaving," I told him.

"Where are you going, Beth?" he asked, eyes still focused on the TV.

"To be with my god."

* * *

Rose Cunningham - South Hill, WA

"Oh, Mom," I moaned. "Oh, yes, that's it. Eat my pussy."

I sat on the couch in the living room letting my mom lez out on my pussy. She was a really good muff-diver. Her tongue dug through my blonde-furred snatch as I gripped her brown hair and ground my pussy into her gentle lips. My twin sister, Daisy, knelt behind Mom and fucked her with a strap-on dildo. The fiery-red shaft plowed in and out of Mom's cunt. I licked my lips, watching Daisy's melons bounce as she fucked Mom nice and hard.

I loved lezzing out with my mom and my twin sister. And it was all thanks to Mark and Mary. That wild day when we were shopping at Lawn & Care as a family, we ran into Mark and his girlfriend. It started out as a boring day being dragged along with my parents as they went on one of their home-improvement kicks. Then it turned exciting. With just a few words, Mark had our whole family fucking him and his girlfriend Mary in the Garden section.

And my family had never been happier.

We just love each other so much, and we were always eager to express the depths of our feelings. And my mom was really expressing how much she loved me with her delightful mouth on my pussy. Her tongue probed my hole, wiggling around against my sensitive pussy walls. She wiggled her face from side to side, the tip of her nose bumping wickedly against my clit.

"Mom's going to town on your pussy, huh, Rosie?" Daisy panted.

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Mom's making me feel amazing! I'm gonna cum real soon."

"Lezzie slut," Daisy taunted with a smile.

"You'd know all 'bout that, Daisy," I retorted.

The door opened and Dad walked in. "You've got to see this," he said.

"Daddy," I groaned, miffed that he wasn't paying attention to us and heading straight for the TV. His three women were in a delightful lezzie orgy and he was ignoring us, turning on the TV to Fox News.

I rolled my eyes. Dad was such a news junkie, and he watched boring old Fox News all the time. I wish he wouldn't, all it did was get him worked up about national healthcare and how our president was a secret socialist trying to deliberately ruin the country. The worst part was that mom stopped eating my pussy to look at the TV.

"Mom," I groaned in frustration, "I was so darn close to cumming."

"...calling it the Miracle in South Hill," the news anchor reported. "Today the infamous Mark Glassner was shot multiple times in a shoot-out between police and heavily armed men."

My heart clutched in fear. Who would want to shoot Mark. He made our family so happy.

"While paramedics were working on him, this footage was caught by the local Fox affiliate in Seattle." There was a man—Mark, I guess—lying on the ground being worked on by three paramedics and then a scarlet light flashed. Mark sat up, alive, unharmed. Then the screen cut to a white-faced paramedic being interviewed. "He was shot five times. And then... he was fine. Not a wound on him. It was... a miracle. The man is something special, something holy."

Holy.

My eyes widened in realization. Mark Glassner was something special, something holy. The words echoed in my head. I saw my twin's blue eyes widening in realization. The same thoughts sparked between us. Of course he was special and holy.

"He taught us to love each other," I whispered.

"He did, Rosie," my mom whispered, her eyes shining with wonder. Then she bent down and loved my cunt until I was cumming on her lips. I praised Mark for giving me my new, loving family.

And as I came, I knew we had to spread the word. We had to preach Mark's message of free love. There were no rules. No barriers for love. Only consenting adults sharing their passions with whomever they wanted.

* * *

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum - Butler, Pennsylvania

I cuddled with Jacob, my new husband, on the couch of our apartment. Everything was in boxes. We spent the first day back from our honeymoon packing up so we could move into the house we had bought right before our wedding. Escrow would close in a few days and then we could move in. We were taking a break from the packing to make a little love. Jacob's cheeks were all stubbly with his five o'clock shadow, and I loved the rough feel of his whiskers on my skin.

He slipped his hand up my blouse, finding my breast, when the front door opened and Leah walked in, juggling a box of her belongings under one arm. "Starting without me?" she grinned, shaking her head.

I smiled happily at seeing her. Leah was our wife, and our lovemaking break would be even more fun with her. "We got impatient," I laughed. "But we just started, so you haven't missed anything."

I met Leah on my honeymoon to New York City. There I encountered Mark and Mary in the lobby of the hotel Jacob and I were staying at. The couple invited me to have fun with them over the weekend, an invitation impossible to refuse. My poor husband had to spend most of our honeymoon alone while I was out having so much sex. The pair were wild, able to get anyone to do anything. They even made my husband happy that I was spending our honeymoon with other people.

And that was how I met Leah. She worked the weekend as Mark and Mary's chauffeur. To my surprise, I fell in love with the vivacious bottle blonde. But I also loved my husband, so I brought her with me when I returned to Jacob. It was Mary's idea. She gave me the nudge, telling me if I wanted happiness, I had to take it.

So I did.

Jacob and Leah seemed to be hitting it off and we were one happily married threesome. Technically, only Jacob and I were married, but maybe one day we could all be married. Jacob found an interview Mary had given where she talked about how wrong it was for the government to oppose bigamy. Mary said in the interview that people should be free to marry whoever they wanted, even multiple whoevers.

If anyone could change things, it would be Mark and Mary. They were special.

Jacob, being the great guy he was, stood up and took the box from Leah's hands and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. "You need to see the news," Leah squealed. "People are saying Mark died and came back to life. I heard it on the radio on the drive over."

"What, like Jesus?" I asked. That's what Christians always said: we Jews killed him and then he came back to life.

"Yes," she squealed. "It's all over the news and YouTube. He was shot and then magically he was healed. They're calling it a miracle. People are calling him a god. There's a whole bunch of women posting about their experiences with Mark, and some are gathering in front of his house. The talk radio won't shut up about it. I drove so fast to get here to tell you"

A god. That was impossible. But, there was something... different about Mark and Mary. No one could do what they did. People just obey them. I glanced at Jacob and saw the wonder in his eyes. He was realizing the same thing.

A god. They changed our lives, gave us Leah and our happiness. I looked around our packed up house. "Honey," I said. "I think we're moving into the wrong place."

He nodded his head in agreement. A god would need disciples. Followers. We owed them for the happiness they gave us. For Leah.

Chapter Six

My conversion fell on me in Good Samaritan Hospital, the truth opening my eyes. The moment I walked into Their august presence I knew the truth—They were Holy. They were with the Holy Slut Xiu, comforting her after the wicked Sister Theodora Mariam's despicable attack. They shone with such love. I fell to my knees and worshiped Them.

—First Missionaries 1:1-2

Dr. Molly Klerk - Puyallup, WA

I walked in a daze through Good Samaritan Hospital, nicknamed Good Sam, not sure what to make of the day's events. I had watched the footage of the miracle three times, all while remembering the one time I had met Mark two weeks ago. It was a Monday night. He had a head wound.

And I made love to him and his sexy girlfriend Mary.

Thamina went home with them that night, quitting her job at the hospital to be their nurse slut. A part of me was envious of them. I wanted to be claimed. To be taken and made one of Mark's sexy women, the beauties who always were around him. Mark was on the news all the time, changing the world.

Because he was a god?

Maybe they both were. No woman was more beautiful than Mary. Just the sight of her was enough to make me want to bow down and worship her pussy. I would do anything to please her. That was how beautiful she was.

I shook my head and walked past the sluttily dressed cops guarding Xiu Liu's hospital room. I paused, glancing through the window at her. She was in ICU, recovering from surgery. She took a bullet in the stomach during the firefight, but her chances of survival were good. The bullet passed through a wall before striking her in the lower abdomen and lodging in her uterus, slowing down enough not to rip right through her.

Unfortunately, her uterus was too damaged to save and the surgeon removed it.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed Mark Glassner and Mary Sullivan sitting next to the patient. My pussy drenched my panties as the lust flooded through me. I rubbed my thighs, trying to relieve the sudden ache in my clitoris.