The Devil's Pact Pt. 31

I had been so wracked with guilt for what happened to Alice, fearing it was partly my fault. If I hadn't spent so much time with her, making her think she had a chance of loving me, maybe Mom, when she was a nun, wouldn't have used Alice.

"This will work," Mark said, patting my arm. He was supportive of healing my friend despite the fact Alice had almost killed him. He understood. It really wasn't my friend, but Heaven and the damned angels who used my mom, not telling her she was trying to kill her daughter and future son-in-law. They were the real enemies

"It will," I said, confident. Sam said this would work, and she was smart.

Leah opened the door, dressed in her sexy chauffeur's outfit: short, black skirt, fishnet stockings, a white bustier that displayed her large breasts beautifully, and the blue and red tie that dangled between the slopes of her breasts. She looked so cute. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur's cap completed it.

"Sir, Ma'am," she purred. I was so glad that Leah was our chauffeur again. We had so much fun with her two weeks ago.

Mark slid out first, then held out his hand to help me up. I smiled at him, loving the gesture. Eight bodyguards, 51 leading them, formed up around us as we walked into the hospital. Nurses and orderlies blinked when they saw us.

More than a few bowed--our worshipers.

"I want to do this alone," I told Mark as we reached Alice's room in the ICU. "Okay?"

"Sure, Mare," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.

I took a deep breath as I opened the door to Alice's room and slipped in. She looked so sad lying on the bed. She had bandages wrapped about her neck and a tube down her throat, the end taped to her mouth. Every few seconds, the mechanical wheeze of the artificial lung pumping air into her would fill the room. IVs and sensors dotted her body while monitoring equipment beeped around her. Dean, her husband, sat next to her, clutching her hand. He was wearing a rumpled T-shirt and sweatpants. He looked like hell, eyes baggy and bloodshot, his face covered in ragged, black whiskers.

"Hey, Mary," he said, not looking up, his voice hoarse.

He had been by her side ever since she got shot. Guilt stabbed at my heart. He still loved her, was devoted to her, and he did not know that Alice was cheating on him with me. And with her yoga instructor before that. He also didn't know that she was preparing to divorce him, wanting to run off with me.

I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. Until this morning, we all thought that she was never going to wake up.

"Hey, Dean," I answered. "Everything's going to be all right."

"They're asking me to pull the plug," Dean replied with hollow eyes. "Doctor says she's brain dead. Insurance company doesn't want to pay for life support. I don't know what to do."

"It will be okay," I told him again as I grasped Alice's hand. "Trust me."

Something flickered in his eyes. "You're a goddess. Can you...?" His words trailed off like he was scared of hearing my answer.

"I can."

"Please," he begged. "Save her."

I took a deep breath and concentrated on her being healthy. Whole. According to Sam, anyone could do this spell, you just had to believe it would work with every ounce of your being. And I knew it would--I had seen too much magic to not believe. I had made deals with the Devil, seen nuns wield their faith magic, and experienced the devilish work of Lilith. My husband was healed by that bitch.

And I would heal Alice.

So I concentrated as hard as I could on Alice being healed, being whole, no longer this sad creature lying before me, wasting away, drifting closer and closer to death. I imagined my lover beautiful, vivacious, passionate.

"Tsariy!"

My shout echoed through the room. Energy rushed out of me and into Alice. Scarlet light enveloped her, a dome of pure crimson. The world swam about me. I felt dizzy. I swayed, so exhausted. My grip slipped from Alice. I fell backwards.

"Mare!" Mark shouted in alarm.

The door crashed open. I felt his strong hands gripping me. I blinked, my back slumped against his chest. He had caught me. The Gift my mother gave him, her nun powers, must have given Mark quick reflexes to act so fast.

I smiled up at him, feeling exhausted, drained. "I'm fine, Mark. Thanks."

"You sure?" he asked as he helped steady myself.

"Just took a lot of out of me." I drew in a deep breath as Mark kissed me on the forehead. He was so sweet. I leaned against his solid frame. Sam said this might happen. The more the person was hurt, the more that was wrong that you had to fix, the more energy it took out of you. I felt like I just had run a marathon. With a backpack full of bricks. Uphill the entire way.

Dean had jumped up when the glow had flared. It was gone now. His eyes were wide. "Did it...?"

Alice let out a gurgling choke as she bolted upright. Her eyes were wild, her hands flailing, scrabbling to grab the breathing tube shoved down her throat. She gripped the plastic hose and pulled it, gagging and coughing the whole time. She breathed hoarsely as she flung the tube away. She descended into coughing fit.

"Alice," Dean gasped as he hugged his wife tightly to his chest. There were tears running down his face as he stared gratefully at me.

"Dean?" Alice asked. She sound tired and confused. "What's going on?"

"You were shot, dear," he whispered. "You've been in a coma for a week. And Mary... She healed you."

"What? Mary?" Alice glanced around and her hazel eyes met mine. Her cheeks flushed with color, and a smile grew on her lips. But the smile quickly faded, and her eyes narrowed in anger and jealousy as she realized who was supporting me.

Mark was right--I was blind to her feelings. They were as plain as day.

"Dean, I need to talk to Alice. Can you wait outside?" I asked. "You too, Mark."

"You are okay, right?" Mark asked, concern on his face. I nodded, and he kissed my cheek. "Okay, Mare."

"I'll be right outside, dear," Dean told Alice and squeezed her hand.

The two men left the room.

Alice looked down at her body, at the IVs stuck into her arms and sensors dotting her body, a mass of wires sticking out the top of her gown. She ripped them out, wincing, rubbing her wrist where the IV needles were embedded.

"Mary," she breathed and seized my hand, a big smile on her face. "What happened? Last thing I remember was our fight." She frowned. "And then I had this dream that I shot Mark and..." She trailed off. She must have seen something in my face, some flicker of emotion at the memory of Mark getting shot by her. "Oh, God, that happened?"

I took a deep breath. "I need to apologize to you Alice." She started to interrupt me, and I placed my finger over her mouth. "Let me just talk, okay?"

After she nodded her head, I explained to her all about our powers and our enemies and how she was used as a weapon to try to kill us. A bewildered expression slowly filled her face as I spoke. "Alice, I wanted to have one normal friend, one person not caught up in all of this. So, I didn't take the steps to protect you. I did not think our enemies could do anything to you. I'm so very sorry, Alice."

"I don't know what to say, Mary. This is just so... crazy."

I muttered a word. Alice shrieked when I rose into the air, hovering a foot off the ground. It was the same spell Mark used on the Morning Today Show. I couldn't float too long, I was tired from healing her and was having trouble maintaining the concentration. I landed rather hard, and I had to catch myself on the railing of her hospital bed.

"How did you do that?"

"Magic," I told her, then took a deep breath. "Do you still love Dean?"

She frowned. "What?"

I had to be careful here. "Dean spent the last week sitting by your side. He loves you a lot. So, do you love him, still?"

"I don't know." Alice gave a shake of her head. "I love you, Mary."

"I love you like a friend, like a sister," I explained as gently as possible. "But I love Mark. So you have the choice: you can choose to stay with Dean, who loves you, and try to work out your problems, or you can continue to pine after me but never have me the way you want."

Tears burned in her eyes. "You mean..."

"I will never leave Mark for you. I hope we can still be friends, even lovers, but my heart is Mark's." I gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her on the forehead. "The choice is yours, Alice."

I forced myself to walk out of the room.

"She's all yours," I told Dean. "You two have a lot to talk about."

He rushed into the room. He loved her a lot. I turned, peering through the glass window into the room as I leaned against Mark. They were talking, Alice hugging herself, tears falling down her face. Dean reached out, hands trembling then retreating, his face paling.

I couldn't fix their marriage. Not without dominating them. And I didn't want to do that to Alice.

"Let's go heal Xiu," I whispered to Mark.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Xiu looked so tiny on her hospital bed. She was sleeping peacefully, her round face relaxed. Unlike Alice, she didn't have a respirator to breathe for her. She would recover on her own, but she wouldn't have her uterus. The doctors had to perform a hysterectomy on her. I wanted to return her womb to her. To make her whole.

I broke away from Mary and walked to Xiu's bed. I took my sleeping slut's hand. She woke up and smiled up at me.

"Master," she breathed, her voice tired.

"I'm here to fix you," I whispered, imagining her whole and fertile again. And then I whispered "Tsariy."

I grunted as the energy rushed out of me. A powerful wave of fatigue washed through me as Xiu gasped loudly. Scarlet light enveloped her. Her bed creaked. Her hand clenched so hard on mine as she gasped.

"Master?"

"Just healing you," I told her as the light faded.

She looked so different. The color was back in her round cheeks, and her almond eyes were wide with amazement. The IV needle that had been in her arm had been forced out of her flesh by my healing. She wasn't as hurt as Alice was.

"Master," Xiu gasped as she ripped off the various sensors, triggering all sorts of annoying alarms, then threw her arms about my neck. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Master!"

I stroked her face and took a deep breath. It was her turn. "Xiu, I'm going to free you from my control for the next twenty-four hours. I want you to decide if you want to be our slut. Or, if you do not want to be our slut, I will free you."

Confusion appeared on Xiu's face as she was released from my control. She frowned, looking at us, then stood up from the bed and walked over to the plastic bag on the counter that contained her personal effects. She stripped out of her hospital gown, baring her petite, olive-skinned body. She was beautiful--her skin was flawless, her ass firm and slim, and her huge breasts swayed as she moved. Those pillowy mounds were topped with dark nipples. She fished around in the bag and pulled out her nipple piercings. She frowned, trying to stick the piercing through her nipple.

"I'm not pierced anymore," she whispered in surprise.

"I guess I healed you too well," I grinned, trembling, waiting for her answer. Being naked was a great sign.

Xiu laughed and pulled out her gold choker with her name written in emeralds. She kissed it and I knew that she was my slut. She clasped it about her throat. "I am yours," she answered then bent over the foot of her hospital bed, grasped her butt-cheeks, and spread them apart, exposing her tight asshole. "Fuck my ass, Master. Hard!" A broad smile appeared on her lips. "Make it hurt, Master!"

"And what about me?" Mary pouted as I moved behind Xiu, unzipping my pants

"I would love to eat your pussy, Mistress," Xiu said, licking her lush lips. "I am your sex slave. Use and abuse me for your pleasure."

"Oh, yes, we will," I grinned as I moved to her. I seized her butt-cheeks, loving the pale-olive tinge. I squeezed them. "Grab my cock and guide it to your asshole, slut."

"Yes, Master," she moaned, her aura flaring black as she obeyed my command.

Her hand seized my cock, moving it to her asshole as Mary climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, exposing her waxed pussy. An eager grin crossed my fiancee's face, the exhaustion melting away as she was eager for Xiu's licking tongue. I groaned, my dick throbbing as Xiu rubbed the crown into her asshole.

"Right there, Master," she moaned.

"Xiu," I growled. "For the rest of your existence, you are our slave. You will do anything Mary or I tell you with a smile on your face no matter how disgusting or degrading, slut."

"I will, Master!" she moaned. "I'm your slut!"

I thrust my cock.

Xiu screamed in pain as my dick rammed into her ass without any lube. She shuddered, her face pressing into Mary's snatch by the force of my thrust. I could hear how much it hurt by how she grunted and groaned as my dick seared into the depths of her bowels.

And I knew how much she loved it. Xiu was a pain slut. She got off on being hurt. Being fucked in the ass without any lube was one of her favorite activities. I groaned, feeling her hot bowels wrapped about my dick as I pulled back and thrust again.

"Oh fuck, that's nice, slut!" Mary moaned. Her green eyes caught mine. I smiled at her as I pounded Xiu's tight ass. My fiancee undulated her hips, grinding her pussy against Xiu's licking tongue. "Eat my pussy! Yes, yes, that's so fucking nice."

Mary groaned as Xiu rammed two fingers into her snatch. I savored the sight, seeing what I could of Xiu licking and pleasing my fiancee as I slammed my dick over and over into her tight, hot bowels, making her groan and whimper.

"Hurts soooo much," she moaned. "Fuck my ass, Master! Pound me! Make me scream!"

"Yes," I snarled, my heart bursting with joy that Xiu had chosen to stay.

Her butt-cheeks jiggled each time my groin slapped into her ass, filling the room with the crack of flesh. I loved that sound. I savored it echoing through the room as I reamed her. I grunted, my dick aching in the depths of her hot bowels. I trembled with each thrust, reaming deep into her bowels, making her gasp and howl with pain as she tongued Mary.

My naughty filly grabbed Xiu's black hair with one hand and pulled the slut's face tight against her cunt. Mary's hips writhed in pleasure. I fucked Xiu's ass even harder, pushing the slut's face into Mary's cunt, making my fiancee moan and gasp.

"Your ass is fucking tight, slut!" I growled. "I love fucking your slutty ass! I love hurting you."

Xiu moaned happily into Mary's pussy, her bowels clenching on my dick, increasing her pain. My balls cracked into her taint. I reached beneath her and found her pussy dripping with juices. They poured out of the naughty slut.

She squealed as I rubbed her clit, massaging her bud as I rammed my dick hard into her bowels. The friction was intense. So rough without lube. I groaned, my balls boiling with the pleasure as I reamed her hard.

"Are you going to flood this naughty slut's ass, Mark?" Mary moaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

"I am, Mare!" I moaned. "Cum on her face. Drown her in pussy juices while I ream her asshole. Listen to her. She loves the pain."

"Naughty slut," groaned Mary.

"And she's dripping wet."

Mary shuddered, humping, grinding, skillfully brought closer and closer to cumming by Xiu's lips and fingers. I could just see Xiu's pink tongue fluttering against Mary's clit, driving my fiancee wild with passion. My dick ached, loving sharing the slut with my fiancee.

Mary groaned, her back arching, as Xiu sucked on her clit. "You naughty slut," Mary gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, massage my G-spot."

"Make my filly cum," I commanded, pounding Xiu's ass, my balls thwacking into her taint, heavy, full of cum, eager to erupt into her depths.

"Yes, Master!"

Xiu attacked my fiancee's pussy. Mary bucked and moaned, her auburn hair flying about her face as she came. Wordless bliss exploded from my fiancee's mouth. I loved watching her cum as much as I loved fucking the slut who gave her such pleasure.

I wasn't too far behind her. I rubbed Xiu's clit faster and faster as she devoured Mary, holding on to my bucking fiancee. Mary's orgasm peaked. She convulsed and then fell back onto the hospital bed, sucking in deep breaths.

"Oh fuck, that was great, slut!" she moaned.

"I'm so happy, Mistress," Xiu answered. "And Master's cock feels so amazing in my ass! Mmm, I'm going to cum, Master!"

"Do it," I snarled and pinched her clit as hard as I could.

Xiu's ass clenched down hard on my dick. Her body bucked. Her orgasm exploded out of her as I abused her clit. Her bowels writhed about my dick as her silky, black hair danced about her back, her moans exploding through the hospital room.

Oh, thank you, thank you, Master, for making me cum!"

"Fucking slut!" I snarled and slammed my cock into her depths, the friction rushing down to my balls.

And triggered my orgasm.

The pleasure exploded out of my cock. My face contorted as my cum flooded Xiu's asshole. I pinched her clit hard as her bowels milked my dick. The pleasure rushed to my brain, bathing my mind in rushes of pleasure. I held onto it as long as I could, embracing the pleasure, joy surging through me that Xiu was mine.

Then it passed. "God damn, that was good, slut!"

"I am so glad I pleased you, Master," she purred.

I groaned as I pulled out of her ass. Mary leaned back on the bed, watching, her eyes lidded, exhausted from healing Alice. But I had plenty of energy. Xiu turned on the bed and, like the good slut she was, licked at my cock, cleaning her ass off of it.

"That's it," I groaned, loving the thrill of a woman licking my cock after it had been in her ass. "You're a wonderful slut." I stroked her black hair and smiled at Mary.

"She's ours, Mark," Mary smiled back.

"Yes, she is," I groaned as Xiu engulfed my cock, bobbing her mouth, staring up at me with her slanted eyes. I smiled down at my Chinese slut. I wanted to hold onto this happy feeling as long as I could.

And I had more bodyguards to heal, more women to make whole. All those hurt in my service, those who could still be restored, would be repaired. I owed it to them all.

Chapter Three

Every bride should yearn to be the Holy Slut Alison. To bend over the alter and be blessed by our Living God.

--Epistle of Xiu 2:7

Friday, July 12th, 2013 - Alison Hertz - South Hill, WA

I was giddy with excitement. The day of my wedding to my Latin beauty, Desiree, had finally arrived.

After today, I would be Alison de la Fuente. After having her marriage to Brandon annulled--Master's work, and what fun we had in the courtroom that day--Desiree went back to her maiden name. It was a far prettier name then Fitzsimmons.

Desiree and I spent several nights talking in bed about our new last name. Should one of us take the other's last name like a heterosexual couple? Or would we hyphenate. And how did you hyphenate de la Fuente with Hertz? De la Fuente-Hertz or Hertz-de la Fuente?

Both sounded ridiculous.

In the end, I decided to take Desiree's last name. De la Fuente was such a beautiful name, far more so than Hertz. Besides, Desiree did the proposing, so I liked to joke that made her the man in our relationship.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I walked downstairs carrying my wedding clothes in a gym bag. Doubts clouded my mind. You shouldn't marry her, my subconscious whispered. You should devote yourself to Master one hundred percent. She's just a distraction. I knew it was just nerves, but these thoughts had been plaguing me since Desiree proposed.

I loved Desiree, and I had Master and Mistress's blessing, so I ignored my subconscious. Desiree was important to my heart. I loved Master and Mistress--and I was their devoted sex slave and slut--but what I felt for them paled compared to the strength of what I felt with Desiree. When we were apart, I missed her, ached for her.