The Devil's Pact Pt. 29

"It's holy," a woman moaned in ecstasy. "His jizz is holy."

Mary pulled me back as others begged to be used. She slid into the car. Frowning, I followed her in. Her face twisted with conflicting emotions as I sat down beside her. I gave her a look and squeezed her hand.

"What?"

"Take us to the house, 51," Mary ordered.

"Talk to me, Mare."

She glanced at me as the patrol car pulled away from the worship orgy and turned into our street. "This is wrong, Mark."

"Why?" I asked. "We didn't make them do anything."

Mary bit her lip. "They think we're..."

"Gods?" I asked her, a smile on my lips. "Why not? We have these powers. Didn't it feel amazing as they all chanted your name?"

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "It was..." She trailed off, her face twisting again.

"Intoxicating?" I finished.

"Yes," Mary sighed. "Fuck, I can't help it. I can't. It's soooo overwhelming. I don't know what to think. But... it was so hot. They called me a goddess, Mark. A goddess. It's too much."

"I know," I grinned, buzzing high from the simple blowjob.

"We need to be careful, Mark. We can't abuse this."

I reached out and stroked her freckled cheek. "Of course we will be careful, Mare."

She was right. We wouldn't have more victims. But they chose to worship us. I didn't command it. And that made it so sweet. I wouldn't give this up. How far would this spread? How would the world change?

My giddiness evaporated as I stared at the neighborhood. Evidence of the firefight still littered the area. There were boarded-up windows and cars riddled with bullet holes. Red stains dotted the asphalt. 51 pulled up to our house, several windows broken.

My stomach twisted. The sluts were in there, waiting. How many would stay? We might be gods to those outside, but our sex slaves knew the truth. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, Mary following. We didn't say a word as we walked up to the house, Mary clinging to my arm.

And then I heard the distant cries of our worshipers. If the sluts abandoned us, we still had our worshipers. Women who would be thrilled to be our sluts. It would be their choice to do any nasty, filthy thing we wanted.

I put on a smile as we walked into the house.

The sluts were all waiting in the dining room just like we ordered, all silent. I surveyed them as we paused in the entrance way. Some wore their chokers and others did not. Well, it seemed that some of them would be staying. Alison and Desiree were holding each other's hands, their chokers tight about their throats. Violet and April both wore their chokers, too, and behind them Lillian lounged, fingering hers.

I was happy to see that Korina was wearing her choker, too. She was carrying my child.

"Sam, is there a way to break the bond?" I asked her then blinked in surprise. There was a woman sitting on Sam's lap, her hair dyed half-pink and half-blue. They were both dressed in party dresses, Sam in a blue sequined dress and the girl in a gauzy, pink dress.

"Yes." A yawn spread across Sam's round face. She rubbed her dark, almond eyes. "It's quite simple. Just touch the person, concentrate on the chain binding the two of you, and say Parats. That's the Hebrew word for 'to break.' In fact all the spells are just Hebrew words. It's quite fascinating."

"So, I take it you want to be freed?" I asked her before she went off on one of her long-winded explanations.

"Well, you need me," Sam said. "But, I don't want to be one of your... sluts. I'll advise you on magic. Let me be your Vizier. The only payment I want is Candy here."

I glanced at Candy. "You want to be hers?"

"She can do magic," Candy giggled.

"Fine," I told Sam. "You have to tell us whatever we need to know. You can never tell anyone else what you know. You can ignore any other commands. Candy, you belong to Sam now. Do whatever she wants."

Fiona stepped up in front of me, anger on her face, and slapped me. Hard. "Bastard," she snarled. "Free me."

I grabbed her shoulders, rage stirring through me as my cheek throbbed. I could keep her, make her love me again. Make her pay for slapping me. Then I caught Mary's gaze. She gave a slight, warning shake of her head.

No.

Mary was right, it was better that they wanted to be ours. I focused on the chains binding the two of us and said, "Parats."

Fiona and I both flinched. It was like a rubber band holding us together had just been severed. We both stumbled back, Fiona falling against the dining room table as I caught Mary's arm to steady myself.

"I'm free," Fiona whispered, half in astonishment, half in joy. And then she swept out of the room, her strawberry-blonde hair flowing behind her.

Noel was stoic silence when I released her. Thamina was icy calm, modestly clad in a long skirt and headscarf. She strode out without a word. Willow walked up and I grabbed her, about to release her, too, when she shook her head. "Like Sam, I think we can come to an understanding."

"What?" Mary asked.

"I'll run your charity," Willow smiled. "Let me choose the staff, and I'll be more than happy to run the clinic. Just let me play with the girls."

"Done," I told her, with a smile. "Install some cameras, though. Mary will want to watch."

"Horny stallion," Mary said fondly.

Willow laughed. "Sure, Mark."

"And the rest of you want to be our sex slaves?" I asked, surveying them.

"Yes!" Alison threw up her arms in celebration. "Desiree, too."

Desiree nodded. "Alison convinced me."

Jessica walked towards us, her choker about her neck. "You're the most powerful people in the world. I want to be a part of this."

"I don't want to go back to my mom," Violet whispered.

April gripped her hand and smiled at me. She happily said, "I love you both."

"You're too much fun, Master," Lillian said with a sultry laugh. "And Mistress is just to die for."

Korina walked over and stood next to Jessica, her hand rubbing her belly. "I love you, Master. I'm having your baby. And I love you, too, Mistress."

"Then you're our sex slaves forever," I ordered. "You'll do whatever Mary or I tell you, no matter how depraved or filthy the command is."

The seven sluts knelt before us and beamed. "We are yours," they said in unison, love shining in their eyes. "Forever."

And, as the sluts engulfed Mary and me in a press of delightful female flesh, I thought I heard a feminine voice, ringing like a ball, whisper, "Progress."

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Lilith - The Abyss

I hovered over Karen as she slept. My vessel grew inside her belly. Already her stomach bowed like a woman pregnant six months. It wouldn't be long, only a few more weeks until she gave birth, and then I would be free of the Abyss forever.

Lucifer would be trapped, and I would remake the world into a feminine utopia. My followers would spread their thighs for me and birth my new monstrous daughters. The Black Womb would pour its seed across the world.

And no one, especially not Mark Glassner, would stop me, no matter how many deluded sheep thought he was a god.

I was a god. A goddess. I was divine. And the women of the world would bathe in my radiance.

To be continued...