The Devil's Pact Pt. 29

They needed me to translate it.

"I have to do this." I stood up, my mind racing.

Where could I find a woman to fuck? There was a club I heard the other sluts talk about. One that Mary liked to go to. A lesbian club called the something Diver. The Cake Diver? No, that couldn't be it. I pulled out my smart phone and searched.

I found a club in Tacoma called the Clam Diver.

I smiled. "Bingo."

I rushed down into the basement where the bed I shared with Xiu was. She was a wild girl. A masochist. She absolutely loved to be hurt. The more you hurt her, the wetter she got. I went to the dresser I shared with Xiu. After being waxed on Monday, I went shopping to purchase, as Mary put it, "appropriate clothing."

I settled on a blue dress covered in sequins. The skirt was very short, and while the bodice went up to my neck, an oval was cut out exposing the inner slopes of my breasts.

I called for a taxi and paid with my debit card. I met the taxi on Shaw Road. A growing number of women arrived, with a scattering of men, all excited about the miracle. They were talking like Mark was some sort of god. They had no idea.

Any mortal could do what he did if they made the right deals. Even the healing reeked of a bargain he made with some demonic power.

As the cab drove me to Tacoma, I thought about my future. I wouldn't be Mark and Mary's sex slave again, not if I could help it. But, maybe, they would let me be their... adviser. Their Vizier, since they were quickly getting a religious following. I would be their court magician, informing them about magic, and maybe I would make my own deal with the Devil.

As long as I stayed subservient to them, there was no reason that I couldn't have some fun with my new girl-dick.

"Thanks," I told the cab, paying him from money I swiped out of the basement--Mark and Mary easily had a million in cash from robbing banks just lying around in the open down there.

I headed into the club after bribing the bouncer to avoid the line. The place looked popular. It was my first time in a club. The music boomed so loud, the bass thudding dubstep. It was dark inside, various colored spotlights flashing about the club. There was a bar and circular tables on one side, and a large dance floor on the other. The club was filled with women of all shapes and races: lipstick lesbians, punk girls with spiked hair, butch women with short hair, goth girls in depressing blacks, and many more.

Well, it may be my first time, but I needed to get out there and find me the right girl. I joined the dance floor and relaxed. It was... fun gyrating. I had spent my college education studying my ass off. There wasn't time for fun. My family worked hard to send me to college, saving all their money from the dry cleaners and nail salons they owned.

This was what college was like when you had fun.

I drank colorful cocktails between dancing and grinding on the dance floor. It took me a bit to find the right girl who I could connect with. I enjoyed myself, sometimes getting quite sexual with the girls, almost tribbing them on the dance floor.

My time in the harem had lifted my inhibitions.

And then I met a girl with the most unusual hair: half was dyed bubblegum pink, the other half cotton-candy blue. I ground on her in the middle of the dance floor, feeling an electric connection between us. Maybe it was the music or the alcohol.

"Love your hair," I said to her as the first song ended. "Like cotton candy."

"That's my name," she winked. "Candy."

I blinked. Was it her real name or an affectation?

"I love your glasses. They are sooo cute. Makes you look like a naughty nerd."

I smiled at her, our bodies pressing tight together. Her hair flashed about her shoulders. Our thighs slipped between the other's legs. "I am a naughty nerd," I moaned, grinding on her thigh as a new song started up.

"Good," she laughed.

Candy was quite affectionate, and her mouth was sweet as her name. She was short, like me, and very curvy, unlike me. We soon found our way to one of the couches that lined the wall of the club, making out as we stretched on it. Her hand slipped under my short skirt and played with my shaved pussy as we kissed.

It was happening faster than I expected. But this club appeared to be the place where adult activities were ignored by the staff. I didn't mind. I had bared all in front of so many people. Being Mark and Mary's slut had really boosted my self-confidence.

Since Candy played with my pussy, sending wicked flutters through my body, I figured I would return the favor. My hand pushed underneath her skirt, sliding up her smooth thigh, and discovered she wasn't wearing panties.

How naughty of her. I approved.

I ran my finger through her smooth pussy lips, loving how she shuddered beneath me. I gathered up a copious coating of her juices. I broke the kiss so I could suck them into my mouth.

"Mmm, you taste as sweet as candy," I joked when I popped out my fingers.

She licked her lips. "Why do you think I'm called Candy?"

"Because of the hair."

She shook her head and gave a wicked giggle.

I laughed and kissed her again, savoring the flavor of her lips as my hips grew more and more excited. This was it. I would get my girl-cock. She was lithe and eager beneath me, undulating with a fierce passion. She grabbed my hips and pulled me tight, our clits rubbing together, sparks of pleasure shooting through the both of us.

The spell required me to "lie with a woman as if I were a man, and fully know her." It sounded like a euphemism for tribadism. When I "fully know her," which I hoped means the both of us cumming, I had to utter the Hebrew word for cock: Shophkah.

All the spells that I had seen were Hebrew words. I had only translated maybe a sixth of the book and skimmed the rest.

Our pussies ground together harder and faster, our orgasms building. The music pumped around us. If people watched us, I didn't notice. I was too enraptured by her presence, the taste of her lip gloss, the feel of her body, her clit, the beating of my heart, the anticipation of what was to come. My first spell cast, sprouting a cock, fucking Candy with it so hard.

"Oh yes!" Candy gasped. "Oh, god yes! I love this couch! I always get lucky on this couch!"

I tribbed harder and harder, my pussy clenching. "Oh, yeah? Who else have you done this with?"

"Oh, this beautiful, auburn-haired woman!" she gasped. "Two weeks ago. She was the most stunningly gorgeous woman in the world! It was that Mary woman. The one with Mark. The guy who might be a god! Ooh, she might be a goddess!"

What a small world that Mary had tribbed this slut on this couch.

My excitement built, grinding harder. I wanted to give sweet Candy a treat Mary hadn't. Give her pleasure beyond anything she could imagine. I would be so wicked. My pussy clenched, the orgasm building faster and faster.

Candy shuddered beneath me, so hot and lithe. She gasped out in wordless pleasure. I think she was close cumming. She bucked hard up into me. As she did, she slipped a hand down to my ass. A finger entered my crack and brushed my asshole. When her finger slid into my ass, I slammed my clit into hers, my bowels burning with delight.

Candy bucked beneath and shirked, "Fuck, fuck, that's so good!" She wiggled her finger deeper into my bowels. "I'm cumming!"

This was it. I let myself go, savoring the duel delights of her clit rubbing on mine and her finger reaming my asshole. I bucked and shuddered. I pressed my lips into her ear as my pussy convulsed. Pleasure exploded through me.

"Shophkah!"

Warmth bubbled out of my pussy and pleasure shook through my body as my clit became red hot. The magic was real. I could feel it. I ground harder into her as my clit burned hotter and hotter, the spell settling into my nub.

And then my clit grew longer. I could feel it engorging and lengthening. The swelling tip pressed at the entrance of Candy's pussy. It pushed into her sheath as it grew. My eyes widened at the sudden burst of pleasure. I was surrounded by her warm, slippery flesh. It was better than I imagined it would be.

My hips pumped my girl-cock inside her delightful cunt.

Candy's eyes opened in shock. "What the fuck!" she gasped. "Is that a dildo? Where the fuck did you hide that?"

I wanted to answer, but I was too lost in the pleasure. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock. It was so exquisite I didn't have the energy to care about anything other than pumping it in and out of her depths.

"Shit, that feels too real." Candy groaned. "Oh, fuck. You're thick. And it's still growing. Oh, my god. What is it?"

My clit-dick reached its full girth as I pumped over and over into her. No wonder Mark fucked every piece of ass he could get his hands on. This was exquisite. It was like having my clit rubbed by the hottest, wettest, silkiest flesh in the world. She was tight. She gripped me. My eyes rolled back in my head.

As I fucked her, Candy's hand wormed between our bodies, sliding down to feel where my cock penetrated her cunt. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft plunging into her cunt and followed it to the base. Her eyes widened in amazement as she realized what she felt. Her fingers slipped underneath and found my wet pussy.

"Holy shit! You have a cock now!"

"Yeah," I panted, finally managing to find words. I fucked her harder. A pressure grew inside me, aching to explode out of my cock.

"How?"

"Magic."

She let out a throaty moan. "I love magic! Fuck me with your magical girl-dick! Oh, yes! Just like hentai! A futanari! I'm being fucked by a futanari!"

Her hips thrust up to meet me as I kissed her sweet lips. I devoured her mouth, kissing her as hard as I fucked her pussy.

I loved her pussy. My cock felt so amazing in her slippery depths. I was completely enveloped in warm, soft flesh. Every movement of my cock built the pleasure swelling inside me. I fucked her faster and faster, an overwhelming urge to cum as fast as possible propelling my hips.

This urge to cum drove all thoughts from my mind. I just needed the explosion.

She worked her hips just as frantically. She broke the kiss, gasping, "Cum in me. Fire that girl-jizz in me, futanari!"

She came. The excitement sent her over the edge. Her pussy massaged my dick with heavenly silk. It was amazing. I shuddered, my hips now pumping at a frantic rate. I had to spill in her. She pushed a second finger into my asshole, pumping it as she thrashed beneath me.

Her orgasm died down, but she kept humping. The fingers drilling my asshole drove me wild. Every sensation built the pressure. And then it hit a plateau. I had to cum. There was no stopping it. My hips jackhammered her cunt.

"Fuck," I groaned. "Candy."

"Yes, yes, do it. Cum in me, futanari!"

I slammed my cock in her. The pressure shot out of my ovaries. I spilled my seed into Candy's sweet cunt. I grunted with every blast. My pussy spasmed. Feminine and masculine orgasms wracked my body. The intense bliss of my cock erupting crashed through the gentler waves washing out of my cunt.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped. "Holy shit!" More blasts flooded her pussy as she came again, her cunt contracting pleasantly about my cock. "Holy shit, futanari!"

My orgasm peaked. My final blast of cum spurted out into her. And then I collapsed on her. I gasped for breath. My mind saturated with bliss. I had never felt the like before in my life. It was amazing. Stupendous.

"Futanari... You are amazing."

"Uh-huh," I panted.

I concentrated, on my clit. The spell said I could summon and dismiss the cock at will. I focused on it shrinking, and it did. My cock withdrew from her cunt until it was back to being my tiny, little clit. I sat up from her, trembling. Candy just gaped, rubbing her eyes as she saw my dickless groin.

"Wow, oh, wow! Can you fuck me with that again, futanari?"

Chapter Four

Nothing is taboo between those who consent. All love is permitted. Is beautiful. Do not be ashamed of your desires, even for your own family. Embrace them. Do not look down on the sex slave, for she or he chose to serve willingly.

--Excerpt from the High Priestess Daisy Cunningham's Inaugural Sermon, June 27 ^th, 2013

Korina Stavros

My wounded shoulder throbbed as I slipped silently out of the kitchen, not caring about Fiona and Lillian's fight. I retreated in my thoughts as I wandered upstairs. I didn't head to any particular place in the house. I just had to move, to ponder what to do next.

Everything had changed. It seemed a lifetime ago when I worked as a waitress atop the Space Needle with Xiu and Fiona. That was before I had been shot because Karen, still a nun, had dominated me and turned me into a slave.

Master also turned me into a slave, but he never hurt me like the nun had. When I was his slave, I was happy. I never felt like it was wrong, but when Karen dominated me, it felt terrible. I couldn't do anything as she forced me to attack Master with the rolling pin. And I was lucky Chasity's shot only hit my shoulder and didn't kill me.

I blinked. I was in Master and Mistress's bedroom standing before their bed. I crawled on it and rubbed my cheek against their sheets. I hugged one of their pillows. I could smell their scent. I breathed it in and felt...

Loved.

They loved me. They may have enslaved me, but they cared for me. They didn't hurt me. They gave me passion, joy. I experienced wicked delights I never had imagined. They gave me a new world. The nuns, the supposed good guys fighting against wicked people like Master, hurt me. They dominated me and turned me into a real slave.

Master and Mistress weren't evil because they loved us all so much. That was why they were giving us a choice. I smiled, rolling on my side, my hands resting on my flat stomach. My baby grew inside me. The baby Master and I created.

My arm ached from where I got shot, so I shifted to get more comfortable. Maybe it was wrong what they did to me, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Even drinking another woman's pee. Fiona didn't seem to be as happy about being their slut. That was a shame. I had come to love drinking her pee.

I was pregnant and that changed everything for me. Maybe I would be more angry if it wasn't for the baby. Or maybe not. Master told me he loved me, and so did Mistress. My child would be loved and cared for, and that is what's most important.

So there was no question in my mind what I would do. I fingered the gold choker, tight about my throat, tracing the opal stones set in a plate on the front. The opals spelled "Korina" and below that I traced the words "Mark and Mary's slut forever" etched in the metal.

I was their slut, forever. It was engraved on my choker.

* * *

Dr. Willow WolfTail

I drove.

When I needed to think, I got into my red Prius and drove. It didn't matter where I drove, just that I kept moving. The moment I was free, while the other sluts argued, I hit the road, my thoughts drifting, my mind navigating on autopilot.

Who was I now?

I had been Dr. Willow WolfTail, OB/GYN and wife of Yancy Coleman. Then I was Mark and Mary's sex slave. Which one of those persons was I now? I felt so changed. So was I Mark and Mary's sex slave? I frowned. No I would not be that. I wouldn't be their whore. Was I Yancy's wife then?

I shook my head. No, I signed those divorce papers last week.

I never should have married Yancy. We had just been together for so long, I just didn't know how to get off the relationship train. So, I said, "Yes," when he proposed and I said, "I do," when the minister asked the question.

It made my family happy. It made Yancy happy. I told myself that it made me happy. But, it didn't.

So, was I still a doctor?

That was the one thing Mark and Mary left me. They wanted me to run their free clinic. Mary told me all about her plans. The clinic's real purpose was to find them young women to be whores for them. But that seemed to be changing. Mary was starting to be more focused on actually helping these women. I pictured examining all those young, nubile girls and felt a flush of warmth through my body. My time as their sex slave had definitely warped my sexual appetites.

And even before, I had the desire to molest my patients. My secret shame. And now everything was different. I had embraced my sexuality. I had made love to all the sluts and to Mary. And with their power, I could indulge my desires.

Maybe I couldn't be their sex slave, but that didn't mean I couldn't run their clinic. For a price.

* * *

Lillian Franks

"Fucking stupid bitch," I snarled for the umpteenth time since my fight with Noel had broken up. I paced outside the house. Fiona and Thamina and a few other sluts had already left. Stupid cunts.

I did not understand why the other sluts were upset. Being Master and Mistress's sex slave was so rewarding. I was so jealous that day when I first met Master working the register at Goth Topic. He came in, fucked me as I worked the till, making me cum so hard before he flooded my pussy, and then Alison sauntered in and captured his attention.

Sweet and wicked Alison.

He took her as his sex slave and left me to work the rest of my shift at Goth Topic with a cunt full of his cum. I was so glad he came back and fetched me the following Monday. I was eager to join in on the fun.

And boy did I have fun.

I decided to get out of the house. I didn't see the point in hanging around with the ungrateful bitches. If they wanted to throw away the great honor of being Master's slut, fine with me. That left more chances for me to fuck Master and Mistress.

I marched into the house to get dressed. Feeling horny, I decided not to waste the opportunity of having the night to myself. So I grabbed my phone and looked up the number of a hot piece of ass I knew.

"Hey, Zelda," I said when she answered the phone.

Zelda was a sexy, punk girl I fucked a few weeks ago. I met her at Goth Topic when Master came in the second time and made me his slut. I went home with Zelda and filmed our fucking so Master and Mistress could watch it later. Zelda was a great lay, and I wouldn't mind making it with the girl again.

"You never called me back," Zelda pouted. "I thought we had a great time."

"We did," I laughed. "In fact, I'm looking to have another good time."

Zelda gave a wicked laugh. "I bet Spike would just love that."

"Spike?" I asked. "Is he cute?"

Zelda purred. "You'll just want to eat him up. Come on over."

"Absolutely," I grinned.

I pulled on a red corset and a very short, black skirt trimmed with black lace. Thigh-high, fishnet stockings covered my pale legs held up by a black garter belt. I didn't bother with the panties. I pulled my black hair, streaked with blue and purple highlights, into two pigtails. I looked hot. My gold choker glinted prettily around my neck so everyone could witness whom I belonged to.

I happily headed outside to my blue Fusion Hybrid. I frowned; the passenger door had three bullet holes in it and the passenger seat had stuffing bursting out of the two holes shot into it. I slid in, turned the key. It still ran, so I didn't care about the damage.

Master had the money to fix it.

I had won a masturbation contest to get the car. That had been exciting, pleasuring myself while a bunch of strangers watched. It was so nasty. That was why I loved being their slave: I got to do all these nasty, fun things. I gunned the car and roared out onto Shaw Road, speeding past the gathered media, and took off to Zelda's apartment.

She didn't live too far away. I pulled into these apartments off Meridian, halfway down South Hill towards downtown Puyallup. I parked my car in front of the M building and climbed up the stairs to the third floor. I knocked on the door.