The Devil's Pact Pt. 33

Alison poured me a cup of coffee, adding the milk and sugar just the way I liked it. She bustled back to me, her tits bouncing, each pink nipple pierced by a silver barbell. I drank in the sight of her body, my eyes flicking down to her tattoo. I loved it. "Cum on in" was inked on her shaved pudenda with an arrow pointing right at her clit. It left no doubt where she wanted you to cum.

"Thank you," I said, taking it.

She fell to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. I groaned, my dick throbbing as she bobbed up and down my hard cock. Her tongue stud pressed hard against my shaft and swirled about my sensitive crown. Shivers raced through my body.

It added a little something extra that made my balls boil faster.

I ran one hand through her pink hair as she bobbed her mouth, the other sipping the coffee. I groaned, loving the rush of pleasure and caffeine through me all at the same time. Drinking coffee and receiving a blowjob at the same time was the best way to shake off sleep.

I watched Desiree's naked ass as she cooked. The kitchen filled with the aroma of bacon and eggs. Something hearty to fortify me through the long day of the gun buyback. I groaned, loving the shape of her rear as it wiggled. She shook it for me, flashing me smoky smiles over her shoulder.

"Is mi Sirenita pleasing you, mi Rey?" she purred with her delicious accent.

"Always," I groaned. "You know your wife loves to suck my cock."

"She is enthusiastic about everything she does."

That was the truth. My dick ached in her mouth as she sucked and bobbed. Her cheeks hollowed, her tongue stud sliding across my sensitive dick. The pleasure raced down my body. I groaned between sips, my balls tightening.

She sucked so hard as she slid her mouth up my cock. Her hands played with my balls. She wanted my cum. She massaged them as the pressure grew. She swirled her tongue and hard stud around the crown of my dick.

"Fuck," I grunted as my cum erupted into her mouth.

The pleasure joined the buzz of caffeine racing through my veins. I groaned with each blast, trying not to spill hot coffee. Allison moaned, but she didn't swallow. Her cheeks bulged as she held my cum. I grunted, my pleasure peaking.

Then she pulled her mouth off my dick. She opened wide, showing her tongue swirling in a pool of my cum. She mumbled, "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slut," I groaned, taking another sip of my coffee. She was the model for how a slut should act.

Alison closed her mouth, popped to her feet, and darted to her wife. She spun Desiree around and kissed her hard. I shivered, my dick twitching as Alison shoveled my cum into her wife's mouth, giving her a taste.

"Mmm, that was delicious, mi Sirenita," Desiree purred, smacking her lips. "And thank you, mi Rey, for cumming in my wife's mouth."

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine," I grinned.

Lillian, naked, richly laughed as she sipped at her coffee. The goth slut sat on the other side of the table.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons - Joint Base, Lewis-McChord, WA

"Take my cock, Mary," I growled, ramming my dick into Terri's young cunt. From behind, she looked like Mary Glassner. Terri's hair had the same auburn shade as Mary's, her ass the same plump shape. So I could pretend I was fucking Mark's wife as I plowed Terri or her sister.

My dick throbbed in her depth as I drove into that tight, barely legal cunt. Her twin sister, Sherri, moaned in the background, playing with her pussy while I fucked Terri. The twins were among my favorites in my harem. I clenched my hands on Terri's hips, reaming her hard and deep, my balls aching, boiling.

"Take it, Mary, you slut!"

"I'm such a slut," Terri moaned. "Oh, you're cock so much better than Mark's. He has such a tiny cock. I love yours. I'm your whore now. Not Mark's! Never Mark's! You're so much better, Brandon! You're a true god!"

"Yes," I howled, my balls boiling. I pictured the real Mary saying those words while Mark watched on in important humiliation, chained in the corner. His wife would be my whore. She would moan and gasp around my dick.

Today! I would have her today!

"Take it!" I howled, cumming in her depths.

"Yes, yes, yes," Terri moaned. "Cum in me! Oh, Mark, this is how a real man fucks a woman! How he cums in her!"

A loud rap knocked on the door in the makeshift bedroom in the middle of the HQ for I Corp in the heart of Joint Base Lewis-McChord. "What?" I snarled. Didn't they know I was busy?

A soldier, under my domination, entered, saluting smartly. "My Lord, General Brooks says we are ready to begin the operation. Just waiting on your orders, my Lord!"

I shuddered. Lieutenant-General Aurthur Brooks was the commanding officer if I Corps, one of the US Army's largest army groups, and the commander of JBLM. It was time to show the world how real power was used.

The final spurts of cum flooded into Terri's depths, exhilaration rushing through me.

I ripped my dick out of Terri's cunt and buckled up my pants. "I'll be right there."

"My Lord," saluted the soldier, his face ecstatic.

I loved being a God.

Chapter Four

And all the faithful did assemble in the great city of Tacoma to surrender their instruments of violence and embrace love. They cheered for their Living God as he stepped out of the courthouse still flushed from blessing a woman with his Divine Seed. And then the darkness fell.

--The Second Book of Vivian 1:1

Mark Glassner

Mary was still napping when I went upstairs to get dressed for the gun buyback event. I brought her a tray that held a light breakfast of fruit. I left it, covered with a cloth, on the bedside table. Then I quietly showered and dressed in a tailored, blue suit with a red tie, and my uncomfortable dress shoes.

I paused, admiring my pregnant wife as she slept, her face so beautiful and peaceful. I really didn't want to go to Tacoma. I wanted to slip into bed and just hold her. But this gun buyback program was important. We needed to clean up all the guns in America. They were too dangerous. Only those under my mind control powers should be armed.

Then the world would be safe.

Desiree and Violet were waiting for me downstairs, dressed in their office slut attires. Desiree wore a tight, red mini-skirt that clung to her curving ass; a sheer, white blouse, her hard nipples clearly visible; and a red blazer. Violet wore a pleated, gray skirt that barely covered her slim rear, and a red tube top that clung to her apple-sized breasts like a second skin, her nipples dimpling the fabric. Over that she wore a gray jacket. Her brown hair fell loose about her shoulders instead of her usual pigtails. Both wore their gold chokers proclaiming to whom they belonged.

Mary and me.

Desiree was my campaign manager and Violet was my secretary. We were putting all the sluts to work. Jessica was my press secretary, Lillian was my webmaster, and April was Mary's secretary. Xiu was in charge of the household--she assigned cleaning jobs, sent sluts on errands to the stores, made sure we had food, etc. Alison was our liaison to the Church of the Living Gods while Korina coordinated the construction of the mansion, the foundations of which had already been poured. Even now, workers were raising the exterior walls. It just might be ready by the time our child is born in seven months.

It would be a huge mansion.

"Are we all set?" I asked Desiree and Violet.

"Yes, Master," Violet nodded. "Leah has the limo gassed up and ready to go."

Our limo was a specially ordered, armored beast. We bought it from this company down in Louisiana, I think, that specialized in building vehicles for heads of states and other important, or notorious, people. The armor on the limo could take all but the heaviest fire. Short of facing a tank, it was indestructible.

"Let's go," I said.

Leah, married to our accountants Rachel and Jacob, waited outside next to the limo, smiling and wearing her chauffeur's outfit. A short, black skirt covered her ass and fishnet-stockings clad her beautiful legs; a white corset pushed up her breasts and a red-and-orange tie dangled down into her spectacular cleavage. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur's cap, perched on the curly mass of her brunette hair, completed the outfit. Both Leah and Rachel had let their dyed-blonde hair fade back to their original brown over the summer. It had something to do with their three-way marriage to Jacob.

Mary understood it and would get all misty-eyed as she explained, "It's so beautiful how they express their love for Jacob."

I didn't get it.

"Sir," Leah purred as I walked up. I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She shuddered then opened the door for me as I broke the kiss.

I climbed in, my sluts following. Jacob and Rachel, who had been hovering nearby, moved in to kiss their wife goodbye as she closed the limo's door. The pair worked hard for us. Between our charity, the Church, and my campaign, money was coming in and going out in all directions and we needed accountants to manage the books.

I was glad I didn't have to. If I needed money, Jacob or Rachel made sure I had it.

The limo door opened on the opposite side and 51 climbed in. I nodded to the Black woman who headed up our bodyguard. She showed initiative the day of the Miracle, and we promoted her to take Chasity's place. 51's partner, 47, was second-in-command, and would be staying at home.

"Squad A is guarding you today," 51 reported as she settled down, looking sexy in her uniform--short-blue skirt and a cop blouse half-unbuttoned to show her brown cleavage.

"Good," I nodded.

Right now we had a total of six squads of eight bodyguards each. Squad B and C were staying behind to watch Mary and the neighborhood, Squad D was in Chicago guarding Shannon and George on his business trip. Squads E and F were guarding our planes.

Two squad cars led the limo out of the neighborhood and two more followed. Each car had two bodyguards and an AR-15. After the SWAT attack, I wanted to be well armed in case of another assault. Everyone wore their amulets, enchanted to protect from bullets. I never should have forbidden the bodyguards from wearing their bulletproof vests. A few of those who died might still be alive if they had been wearing them. But I wanted them to look hot and sexy.

Sometimes, guilt gnawed at me late at night.

Well, the amulets worked better than bulletproof vests. I could still be a pervert and have my guard of pretty women in sexy cop outfits.

"Feeling better, Violet?" I asked as the limo took the left onto Shaw Road.

"I am, Master," she smiled coquettishly. Even with her hair down, she looked young and innocent. She rubbed at my hardening cock. "Do you require some relief?"

"When doesn't mi Rey require relief?" smiled Desiree, a saucy gleam in her eyes.

51 snorted in laughter, though her smile was fond.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Like Desiree said."

Then I kissed Violet hard on the mouth, her lips minty fresh from her toothpaste. I shivered at the metallic rasp of my zipper. Her hand reached into my slacks and fished out my cock. I groaned into her lips as she stroked me to full hardness.

Her fingers felt amazing on my cock. I ached and throbbed in her hand. I moaned into her kiss as her thumb ran across the top. Pleasure shivered down my shaft and through my body. She broke the kiss, a questioning look in her eyes.

"In your cunt," I answered her.

"Absolutely, Master," she purred as she straddled my waist.

I pushed her skirt up and exposed her bald pussy. Sluts never wore panties unless ordered--they had to be ready to be fucked. She guided me to her pussy, rubbing me against her hot flesh. She was waxed bald, her slit tight and girlish. Juices beaded her vulva. She smiled as she lowered her snatch down to my waiting cock, stirring it around.

Then she sank down my dick.

I groaned as her tight, barely legal cunt engulfed my cock. She shivered, her back arching, nipples tenting her blouse, as she slid down my shaft. She wiggled, taking more and more. The friction raced through my body. She moaned when she bottomed out on my dick.

For a moment, she just shivered, twitching, savoring the feel of my dick buried into the depths of her pussy. Her head leaned back, exposing her throat. Her hands clasped the back of my neck as she leaned back farther. She gasped, sliding her pussy up and down my dick.

"That's it, you cock-hungry slut," I groaned as she rode me. Not fast, but slow, savoring it.

"My pussy loves your cock, Master," she panted, her small breasts rising and falling, covered by her boob tube.

I shoved the tight cloth up over her small, firm tits. I squeezed her perky mounds. She gasped, sliding faster on my cock, her pussy so hot and tight. Friction burned. I groaned, my balls growing hot. I leaned over and sucked on her pink nipple.

"Yes, yes, Master!" Violet moaned, her pussy clenching hard on my cock as she slid down it. "You're so wonderful."

I groaned about her nipple, sucking hard. My hands squeezed both her breasts. They felt a little plumper. How big would they get by the time she gave birth to her child? I hoped they didn't get too big. Violet's small breasts were perfect for her.

I squeezed those firm breasts, sucking hard on her nipple. Violet made the cutest whimpers each time, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. I groaned, loving it, my dick throbbing in her depths as she slid up and down my cock.

"Sir, may I indulge?" 51 asked.

I released Violet's nipple and glanced past her to 51 sitting across from me. My bodyguard's dark eyes shone with lust. She was on duty, so she couldn't indulge in any sex act without my permission. Desiree sat next to her, nuzzling against 51's dark neck, teasing her. Since we were driving to Tacoma, I figured it would be safe for 51 to relax.

"Yeah, Desiree, eat her cunt out since you're teasing her."

"As you command, mi Rey," Desiree answered in her sultry, Latin accent. She slipped down to the floor, her skirt sliding up those gorgeous thighs.

My dick ached in Violet's tight depths.

"Thank you, sir," 51 gasped as Desiree buried her face beneath 51's short, blue skirt.

51 unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her small, ebony breasts topped with pink nipples. She pinched them between her fingers as she enjoyed Desiree's tongue. Pleasure crossed her face, her hips moving, rubbing her pussy on Desiree's lips.

God, I loved my powers.

51 let out such a wanton moan, almost girlish, at odds with her normally tough demeanor. She was all woman now, her cop demeanor vanished as she enjoyed Desiree's tongue lapping through her pussy. My dick throbbed in Violet's tight pussy as she rode me faster and faster.

"Oh, Master," Violet moaned, hugging me tight as she pumped her hips.

Her snatch was a tight, wonderful vice as she rode me. I squeezed her ass and watched 51 writhe in pleasure. Violet bounced faster and faster, her face nuzzling at my neck, her breath warm. She gasped, so cute and innocent, as she savored my cock.

My balls ached.

Desiree pushed her skirt up, revealing her shaved pussy, dark and swollen with her arousal. She shoved her hand between her thighs, two fingers rubbing through the thick folds of her pussy, exposing hot, juicy, pink flesh.

"Dirty slut," I moaned as Desiree thrust her fingers into her snatch. "Desiree, I want to watch you cum while eating out 51's cunt! Finger yourself to an explosion."

"Oh, yes, mi Rey!" Her fingers reamed deep and fast into her pussy.

Thanks for the fruit, Mark, Mary's voice suddenly filled my mind, startling me.

"Fuck," I grunted, clenching hard on Violet's ass. This new communication spell would take some getting used to.

You're welcome, Mare, I sent back, struggling to concentrate. It was difficult with Violet's tight cunt riding up and down my cock.

My mom stopped by, and strawberries taste even sweeter soaked in her juices.

Naughty filly! God, I wished I was there to see that. I closed my eyes and pictured Mary taking a bright-red strawberry and sliding it through her mother's blonde-furred muff. The bright-red berry came away wet with spicy juices. Mary shuddered as she took a bite, savoring her mother's cream.

So, is it Desiree or Violet playing with your cock?

Violet's riding me. How did you know?

I could almost feel her laugh. I know you, Mark. You're my horny stallion. You almost have to have your cock in a woman's hole 24/7. Well, have fun; I'm feeling better, and Mom has a banana shoved up her pussy. Mmm, I'm feeling a little hungry! Love ya, stud!

Love you, I sent back, hoping she could feel my love through the thought.

I groaned, my mind bursting with images of Mary and her mother. Violet's hot pussy slammed down my cock. My balls boiled. I thrust up into her, clenching her barely legal ass hard as my balls boiled.

I came hard into her pussy. Pleasure surged through me. Ecstasy washed across my thoughts. "Violet!"

* * *

Violet Matheson

Master's cum flooded my pregnant pussy. I groaned, shivering on him, my spasming cunt milking him as the pleasure shot through me. I was so happy he chose me as his slut. He rescued me from the light and my mother. I would never leave him.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned. "I love your cock, Master! The best cock in the whole wide world!"

"It's the only cock you've ever fucked," he grunted as I kept working my pussy up and down his shaft, milking more and more of his cum into my hungry hole.

"No, I fucked Mistress when she had one. When you were under that spell. Remember, Master?"

Master laughed, his hands clutching at my hips. Mary fucked all of the sluts with her girl-dick that day as part of her deal with Lilith to free Master. He was under a spell, cast by Tiffany when she was a nun. It made Master obsessed with fucking his sister, Antsy, ignoring Mistress and us sluts. He called us ugly. Luckily, Mistress rescued him. "Maybe she's the father of your child, not me."

"Maybe, Master. Mmm, that feels good!" I stared into his eyes. "It could be hers, Master. Dr. Willow told you, right? My date of conception was the same day Mistress had her cock. You both fucked me that day."

"Yeah, she told me," he groaned. "And I don't care whether me or Mary is the, eh, other parent. Your child is part of the family."

My heart burst for joy. Tears shone in my eyes. He was amazing. "I love you, Master!"

I groaned, working my hips, adding a delightful twist as I rode Master's cock so hard. I wanted him to have all the pleasure he could. I wanted it exploding out of him, surging through him in such a violent explosion of lust. My pussy clenched just thinking about it, another orgasm building in my cum-filled depths.

And that wonderful cock was so thick in me, still hard. He could fuck and fuck and fuck and never lose his hardon. He could fire load after load of cum into my pussy. My slender body trembled, the excitement building.

"God, I love you, too, my little, pregnant slut!" Master groaned.

I know he didn't love me, or any other slut, as much as Mistress, but I could feel his love. He cared for me. Me! "Mmm, your slut!" I purred, savoring the word. "I'm going to cum! Shoot your spunk inside me again, Master! I want us to cum together over and over!"

"Keep wiggling those hips like that, slut, and I'll fill your pussy with so much more cum! Oh, fuck, your cunt feels amazing!"

"My slutty cunt?"

"Yeah, your slutty fucking cunt!" He grabbed my waist and pulled me all the way down his shaft. "Fuck!"

A second load of his cum flooded into my pussy. I gasped, my back arching as the hot seed pumped over and over into my snatch. I groaned, my pregnant pussy milking his cock as my orgasm erupted through me.