The Devil's Pact Pt. 31

Xiu waited at the bottom of the stairs, a happy smile on her cute, Chinese face. She was dressed like me in a terrycloth robe, her clothes in a bundle slung on her arm. Xiu was my maid of honor. I had chosen her before everything went wrong, and I was so happy that Master healed her last week.

Just one more miracle to add to all the others Master and Mistress could perform.

Desiree had chosen Korina to be her maid of honor, or Desiree's 'best gal,' as I jokingly called her. Originally, it was Fiona, but Fiona had left us.

I missed Noel and Fiona and Thamina, but if they didn't want to be sluts like the rest of us that was their loss. I also missed Willow, and even Sam, though they just moved up the street. While neither were one of us special sluts any longer, they still served Master and Mistress in their own way. And it was really wild to let Sam fuck you with that cock she could conjure.

But the one I really missed was Chasity. The house seemed a little emptier without her enthusiasm.

I felt a tear misting my eye and wiped it away. Chasity died protecting Mistress while I huddled in the house with the other sluts, too scared to do anything. But not Chasity. She was a warrior woman, a Valkyrie. The memory of her standing up, her blonde hair streaming behind her as she made that last, desperate attempt to save Mistress, still haunted me.

I liked to think Chasity was out there, watching over us in the great beyond, just waiting to appear and save the day at some crucial moment. Like in that old movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. The barbarian one. Dad always loved to watch it. At the end, Arnold's girl, who died earlier in the movie, would appear, wearing silver armor that shone with its own light, to save him.

Xiu hooked her arm around mine. "Oh, I'm so excited," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Which caused her large breasts to jiggle beneath her robe. Her breasts were as big as my Desiree's, but on Xiu's petite frame they seemed enormous. It was hard to feel sad when you were faced with such huge, swaying melons.

"Me, too," I giggled.

Arm-in-arm, we walked happily to the back of the house and out into the backyard. Sam was there with a few of the bodyguards. I jumped as strawberry-blonde 29 fired her handgun at a mannequin. The mannequin was all white and wore no clothes except for a metal necklace around its neck. 29's round hit the mannequin, and it toppled over in a spray of plastic.

"Darn," Sam muttered. "I thought that would work."

"Maybe the metals aren't right?" Candy suggested.

Sam's lover was stretched out naked on a chaise lounge, tanning, her body glistening. She was short, but she had some nice curves that I greatly appreciated. And I loved her hair, half dyed the same shade of pink as my hair, the other half cotton candy blue. Wild.

"Whacha doing?" I asked Sam, surprised our backyard had turned into a firing range.

Her round, olive face was furrowed in thought. "Experimenting on protection charms," Sam answered. "There are some vague hints in the Book about enchanting amulets and charms. Now that the translation is done, I'm experimenting on those. If I can get this to work, a simple necklace could give you the same protection as a bulletproof vest."

"Wow!" Xiu gushed.

"Let's try the B8 bronze, Candy," Sam ordered as 29 went and stood up the mannequin.

I tugged on Xiu's arm. "C'mon. We've got to get ready. You can watch Sam later."

"Sorry," Xiu smiled apologetically at me as I led her to the back gate.

I opened it, the hinges creaking, and nodded to 19 and 20 who were guarding the gate. It was a recent addition. Since the attack and the Miracle, the Church of the Living Gods--as the worshipers of Master and Mistress called themselves--had set up a large tent on the empty lot where our Masters were building their mansion. So it made sense to build the gate. Most of us sluts went to the nightly worship service. They were so much fun. All the worshipers saw us as disciples of their Gods and treated us like we were royalty.

Plus, the worship orgies were a blast.

Desiree and I decided to be married at the Living Church. Daisy Cunningham was going to perform the ceremony. Daisy and her twin sister Rose, despite being eighteen, had somehow become the heads of the church. I guess because they had been preaching Master's message of free love the loudest. The tent was on the edge of an empty lot overgrown with grass and wildflowers. At the far end of the field, the foundations for the mansion were being dug. Work on our new home started this week. Many of the worshipers volunteered their time to build the mansion while others donated money or materials.

We passed the Miraclists, one of the names for members of the movement, nodding when they bowed to us. Most wore chokers of stainless steel or plastic or leather, and a few had theirs made out gold or silver. The chokers had phrases like: "Faithful" or "Love is the Way" or "My Gods Live," and a half-a-hundred other phrases.

Crossing the field, we passed more and more Miraclists as we approached the large, red tent. It was like a circus tent, rearing up high. Beth Phillips greeted worshipers as they filed in. There was supposed to be a short service today before my wedding. Everyone touched Beth's belly as they entered. She claimed to be carrying Master's child. Maybe she was. I remember the day Master fucked her in the bathroom of that car dealership. I was supposed to distract her husband, but he didn't seem all that interested in me. The rumor was that Beth left him because he couldn't satisfy her after Master fucked her.

Beth bowed to us, murmuring, "Holy Sluts."

"Blessed Mother," I murmured back.

It was amazing how, in the span of a few weeks, the trappings of religion were quickly springing up. "Blessed Mother" was the title of any woman pregnant with Master's child. Besides Beth, there was Vivian Anders. And Anastasia Milburn was a maybe. She was one of Mark's jogging sluts, but her child could also be her husband's. And, of course, Korina, Violet, and April were all carrying Master's child, but they were "Holy Sluts." Maybe they should be "Blessed Holy Mother Sluts."

Xiu looked at me as I giggled. "Blessed Holy Mother Sluts" sounded more like a swear than a title.

"Blessed holy mother sluts!" I laughed, and Xiu's look became more confused.

"Are you okay?"

Unable to talk, I just waved my hand and hurried into the tent.

Inside, the worshipers had made a vestibule out of curtains hanging from PVC pipes. There were a pair of antechambers off the vestibule on the right and left while going straight ahead would take you into the main worship pavilion. Xiu and I went into the room on the right to get changed and wait for the start of the ceremony. Desiree and Korina should already be in the room on the left.

"I'm so happy!" Violet squealed the moment I entered the room. She was waiting for me to arrive. The excited girl threw her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly on the lips. I enjoyed my sister-slut's lips for a minute before I broke the kiss. It wouldn't do for us to get carried away.

"You're just radiant," Violet beamed after I broke the kiss. "You're glowing, Alison."

"I feel like it," I said and giggled again. "And so are you."

She rubbed at her stomach. She only found out from Dr. Willow a few days ago she was pregnant with Master's child. Or maybe it was Mistress's. The date of conception, according to Dr. Willow, was the day Mistress had her cock, a bargain she made with Lilith. But Mark had also fucked Violet that evening during our reunion orgy.

I guess we would have to wait nine months and find out.

Our terrycloth robes came off, and Xiu and I were both naked except for our chokers. I admired the curves on Xiu's petite body. Especially her large breasts and dark nipples that were pierced by a silver bar from which dangled pink butterflies on silver chains. I knew from experience just how much she loved for someone to pull hard on those piercings. She practically came when she got them re-pierced.

Master had healed her a little too well after she was shot during the SWAT attack.

"Let's get you dressed and ready," Violet giggled, her pigtails making her look even younger than eighteen.

I opened my bag and pulled out my wedding attire. First, a white merry widow, a type of corset that cupped my round breasts with lace. Violet helped me put it on, lacing it up in the back. The corset was low-cut, leaving my hard nipples--pierced with silver barbells--exposed. Then I gently rolled up a pair of white fishnet stockings and hooked the merry widow's garters to the stocking tops. Last came the white stiletto heals.

I wore no panties, displaying my shaved cunt and my tattoo. I loved my tattoo. It was so naughty. The words "Cum on in," were inked in black over an arrow that pointed down at my pussy.

"Oh, you are so sexy," groaned Xiu as I did a twirl.

"Desiree's jaw is going to drop," giggled Violet in agreement.

"That's the plan," I said as I sat down at a chair before a small desk, a makeup mirror before me reflecting my face.

Violet applied my makeup while Xiu pulled on a similar merry widow, although hers was a midnight blue. Outside, I could hear one of the Cunningham twins begin the nightly sermon, her soprano voice carrying through the tent. After my makeup was done, I applied a lovely perfume Mistress gave me on my wrists, behind my ears, and one dab right above my clit.

Violet held up a mirror, and I smiled. I looked hot. My bubblegum-pink hair fell in loose curls about my shoulders, framing my innocent-looking, eighteen-year-old face. The makeup gave me a hungry look which contrasted nicely with my innocent features. I looked like a slutty virgin, particularly in the white merry widow that was both virginal and whorish at the same time.

I was all set to get married.

"You look beautiful," Master said as he walked in.

I blushed, "Thank you, Master."

He wore a simple, white shirt with blue, pinstripe lines, and a pair of black slacks. In his hands was a bouquet of red and dark-blue flowers. He handed them to me, and I smiled. He was walking me down the aisle. My father was here tonight, but he understood that a sex slave should be given away by her Master.

Or her Mistress, in Desiree's case.

"It's time," Violet announced, stepping back in. "Alison, oh, you are so beautiful." Tears misted her eyes.

Tears misted mine. I was getting married to the second most beautiful woman in the world--Mistress was the most beautiful woman.

Xiu smiled at me as we stepped out into the vestibule. Across the room, Desiree followed Korina out of the other antechamber and my breath caught. My Latin beauty was stunning in her white merry widow. Her large, pillowy breasts cradled so perfectly amid the lace of her bodice, her dark nipples erect and pointing right at me. My eyes slid down her nut-brown skin to her gorgeous legs clad in white stockings, and her shaved pussy peeking between sleek thighs. Next to her, Mistress was wearing a dark-blue dress, low-cut to show off her freckled breasts, and with a short skirt so her creamy, delicious thighs were exposed.

"Let's get married," I said in giggling excitement.

Desiree nodded at me, a huge smile on her lips.

Xiu and Korina hooked their arms together and marched slowly down the aisle, reveling in the stares their exposed flesh brought from the congregation. I saw Daddy look back, and I smiled shyly at him. Master had easily convinced my daddy to let me be a sex slave, and he had been supportive ever since.

My thoughts drifted to our deliciously sinful time two weeks ago while Master and Mistress were in New York City. Making love to my daddy, with Desiree's help, had been magical.

Korina and Xiu reached the alter, and then it was Mistress and Desiree's turn. Arm in arm, they marched slowly while the entire congregation watched with awe as their Goddess escorted my bride. My eyes alternated between Desiree's plump and naked ass and Mistress's swaying rear beneath her tight skirt. Daisy waited at the altar. She blushed when Mistress leaned over and captured her pretty lips with a kiss.

Now it was my turn. Taking a deep breath, I hooked my arm around Master's. I trembled.

It's not too late, my subconscious whispered. You don't have to marry her. I ignored my doubts. It was far too late to stop this. Desiree owned my heart. She stole it the day we met. My trembles stopped, and I walked stately towards my waiting bride on Master's arm.

As I passed Daddy, he reached out and gripped my hand. I felt my eyes misting in joy and squeezed him back. He sat next to Issy Norup, one of Master's former jogging sluts. I convinced Dad to come to the Church after our dinner, and he hit it off with Issy, with a little nudge from me. The eighteen-year-old looked happy leaning against my dad. He deserved some happiness. He had spent all his time trying to raise his out-of-control daughter--my mom had died giving birth to me--that he didn't have time to find himself another woman.

"You are so beautiful, mi Sirenita," Desiree whispered when I reached the altar.

That did it. A tear fell. "You're gorgeous."

I handed Xiu my bouquet and took my bride's hands. I loved it when Desiree called me "Sirenita." It meant little mermaid in Spanish. I glanced down at the engagement ring Desiree had given me. It had the two mermaids engraved on the band, their arms forming the mounts for the sparkling diamond.

Daisy started her wedding sermon. I tried to focus on her words, but I just kept staring into Desiree's eyes as her words about how beautiful it was when two people decided to join their lives together washed past me. She urged us to love each other, and to put each other first before all others, to delight in each other's bodies, and to share our deepest pleasures with our partner.

"Our Gods are here tonight to bless this union," Daisy preached, snapping me out of my daze.

My pussy clenched as Master and Mistress moved to us, a hungry grin on Master's lips.

I trembled as Master bent me over the altar. I was suddenly so nervous. I had fucked Master plenty of times, but this was different. This was my wedding day. Desiree bent over next to me, flashing me a smile as Mistress deftly slipped on a strap-on with a hot-pink dildo attached.

A zipper rasped behind me. I shivered in delight as Master caressed my ass. I reached out to grab Desiree's hand as I felt his hard cock nudging the lips of my pussy. Everyone in the congregation watched us, all so envious that we were about to be fucked by their Gods.

"Alison, you were our first slut," Master said, his voice loud and confident. "And I am so happy for you and Desiree."

"Desiree, you were our second slut," Mistress spoke. "I've seen how happy Alison makes you, and you have our blessing to marry her."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" I moaned as Master rammed his cock into my wet cunt. Desiree's mouth widened in pleasure as Mistress fucked her dildo into Desiree's pussy. Master pounded my slutty cunt. "Mmm, I love it when your cock's inside me!"

"Fuck me, mi Reina," Desiree panted, squeezing my hand. "Yes, yes! Oh, yes! I love you! I love when you make me your dyke-whore!"

Master's cock filled me, stretching me with his girth. I loved it. Every thrust, every caress of his cock against my wet sheath, built the pleasure in my depths. His balls smacked into my clit, sending sparks through my pussy as wet slaps echoed.

I squirmed, my pussy clenching on his dick as he reamed me. He groaned and grunted, savoring the tight, hot, wet silk of my cunt. I knew how to please this man. My Master. He had changed my life. I was so glad my subconscious had whispered to me, pointing him out playing with Lillian at Goth Topic all those weeks ago.

"Yes," I moaned. "Bless my slutty pussy, Master!"

"Such a slutty pussy," he grunted. "No woman is more slutty than you."

"None, mi Rey," my bride moaned.

I turned my head, staring into my bride's dark eyes. I saw love for me and the pleasure that Mistress gave her, mirroring my own ecstasy. I squeezed her hand and smiled at her. We were blessed by our Masters. We would be their slaves forever.

What a wonderful word.

Master thrust harder, the altar shaking beneath us. My nipples rubbed against the silk cloth that draped the altar. Another delightful sensation rippling down my body and fueling my growing orgasm. My pussy clenched on his dick as I trembled, my head tossing, pink hair dancing.

Desiree moaned beside me, her brown hair spilling about her shoulders, her large tits pillowed beneath me. She arched her back, slamming into Mistress's thrusts. Pleasure burned in Mistress's face, her green eyes intent as she pounded my bride.

"Yes, yes, fuck her, Mistress," I panted. "Fuck my bride. Oh, she loves it. She's your puta."

"Are you?" Mistress moaned, slapping Desiree's ass.

"Always, mi Reina," groaned Desiree. "I'm your puta forever. Alison and I will love you and serve you and submit to you always!"

"Yes," I gasped, my pussy clenching. "Oh, Master, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mmm, your cock is driving me wild! Harder! Fuck my slutty cunt, and fill your naughty slave's pussy with your cum! I love it! I'm your dirty, little cum-slut!"

"You are," he snarled, fucking me so hard. My nipples ached on the altar. "My naughty, slutty slave. My whore."

"Your whore! You won me, Master! Dump your cum in my hole. My cunt, my mouth, my asshole exist for your pleasure."

Saying those words had me so close to climaxing. Master's thrusts were becoming more erratic. He was nearing his erupting. Coming closer to filling my naughty snatch with his cream. I couldn't wait. My naughty, little cunt was made for men to fill it with their cum, particularly this man.

Nothing made me happier.

I pushed my hips back, squeezing my cunt on his shaft. I wiggled my hips and churned his dick through my pussy as he slammed into my depths. His balls thwacked over and over into my clit. I trembled, on the verge of erupting. His hands squeezed my hip, gripping me hard as he reamed over and over into my slutty cunt.

Then buried himself into me and grunted, "Fuck!"

Hot cum flooded my pussy. Thick, hot jizz. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on his erupting dick. He was all the way in me, his cum splashing on my cervix. I felt like such a wonderful slut. He had used my pussy for his pleasure. He had dumped his cum in me.

My orgasm crashed through me.

"Yes! Oh, thank you, Master, for using my cunt to satiate your cock!" I moaned. "Thank you! That was fucking amazing!"

"You're welcome, slut," groaned Master as he smacked my ass.

Beside me, Desiree's face contorted in pleasure, and she gasped, "¡Yo estoy correrse!"

I smiled. Desiree always looked so wild and beautiful when she came, her head tossing, her hips bucking back into Mistress's thrust. Wild pleasure crossed Mistress's face as she hammered her dildo into Desiree's cunt.

"Fucking slut!" Mistress panted. "Keep wiggling that ass, whore! I'm gonna keep fucking you until I cum!"

"Ooh, cum for me, mi Reina! Please!"

Master pulled out of me. I shuddered, savoring the feel of his seed running wet down my thighs. My gaze fell on Mistress. I reached out and caressed Mistress's face, trailing my fingers down her pale neck to the slope of her breast, stopping at the neckline of her dress.

"Let me help you, Mistress," I purred, pushing the fabric down to expose a dusky nipple at the tip of a perfect, freckled breast.

"You delightful whore," Mistress cooed as I sucked that hard nipple into my lips.

I played with the nub, rolling it around my tongue as I sucked hard, giving her pleasure. Blue eyes and a doll's face loomed up next to me as Korina sucked on Mistress's other nipples. We both suckled hard, loving our Mistress.