The Devil's Pact Pt. 39

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner -- Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison -- Desiree Fitzsimmons -- Xiu -- Korina-- Violet -- Lillian -- Chastity (deceased) -- Karen (deceased) -- Jessica St. Pierre -- April

Servants

Samnag "Sam" (Holy Vizier) -- Candy (Sam's Girlfriend) -- Dr. Willow WolfTail -- 51 (Chief Bodyguard) -- Rachel -- Leah (Chauffeur) -- Jacob -- Monique -- Lize -- Lynda (Pilot) -- Joslyn (Pilot)

The Living Church

Daisy & Rose Cunningham (High Priestesses)

Demons

Lucifer -- Lilith -- Marduk -- Molech

The Cult of Lilith

Lana -- Chantelle -- Babylon -- Crystal -- Starlight -- Nurse Thamina -- Fiona -- Tir (monster) -- Lamia (Monster) -- Cora (monster) -- Ziki (monster)

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām -- Archangel Gabriel -- Dominion Ramiel (Angel) -- Doug Allard -- Tina Allard -- Azrael (Angel)

The Patriots

Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI (Former Slut) -- Wyatt Kirby

Other

Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Tiffany (Mary's Mother, Sister Theodora Mariam) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Fiance)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Avialle (Antsy's Girlfriend) -- Craig Erikson (Mayor of Seattle)

Chapter One

General Olmos's assassination of Governor Holt, and the subsequent massacre of the Governor of Texas's supporters, was the first of many atrocities committed by the Tyrants. The fact that the Tyrants had General Olmos hung does not exculpate them for the heinous act the General had committed in their names. For all we know, they ordered the massacre, and placed the blame solely on General Olmos to maintain their benevolent appearance to the masses. Either way, the outcome benefited the Tyrants: the Governors of New Hampshire, Florida, North Dakota, Maryland, and Alaska capitulated to the nascent Theocracy the next day, ending the last governmental resistance in the United States.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Thursday, November 7th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Omaha, NE

Every Thursday, Mary and I traveled to a random children's hospital in America and spent the day healing all the children stricken with terminal diseases we could. It was the most rewarding thing in the world. All the credit goes to Mary for the idea.

I entered the next sick child's room and paused to study him. The little boy looked so pale as he lay on his tiny hospital bed, festooned with wires monitoring his vitals. He was young, maybe only four, and dying of a rare form of leukemia known as JMML. It was an acronym for a bunch of words I couldn't pronounce. A beautiful woman in her late thirties sat beside his bed, clutching his tiny hand. Her eyes lit up with joy when she saw me enter the room with my bodyguards.

My bodyguards were ever-present. A month since the Patriot's first assassination attempt in Washington D.C. forced Mary and me to have a constant guard. Those Warlock bastards were relentless and cunning, finding new spells and magics to unleash upon us.

"My Lord," the child's mother gasped, falling to her knees, worship filling her voice. "Thank you for your generosity!"

I bent down, cupping her chin and lifting her gaze to mine. Her lower lip quivered. Her face shone with hope and, even without make-up, her dusky features were beautiful. She was middle-eastern, a desert rose, and my cock stirred at the sight of her on her knees. You could always count on a grateful mother to relieve tension.

"What is his name?" I asked, rising and walking to her son's bed.

"Abbas," she answered. "After his father, he..." She teared up with grief.

"It's okay," I nodded. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be crying," I ordered her.

"Yes, my Lord," she said, her smile brightening her face, the last tear trickling down her cheek.

"What's your name?"

"Shabnab. But everyone calls me Shay." She wiped at her tears.

"Your son shall be cured."

With one hand, I held hers, and with the other, her son's. I concentrated on the boy being well, on his disease being eradicated, and commanded, "Tsariy!"

The energy surged out of me. Scarlet light engulfed her son. The woman tensed, clenching my hand hard as more and more power drained out of me. But I had huge reserves to tap. I could draw on the life force of every person bound to me by the Zimmah spell.

And they numbered in the hundreds.

Not even a minute later, the light faded. Already, color had returned to her little boy's cheeks. He opened his eyes. For a moment, they flicked around, unfocused. But then he saw his mother. Childish delight crossed his lips.

"Maman!" the boy exclaimed, sitting up, smiling, and bouncing on his bed.

Healing anyone, especially children, spreads rewarding warmth through me.

Shay hugged her son, speaking to him in a rapid, musical language--Arabic or Farsi, I guessed. She kissed him over and over. After a moment, the boy tried to wiggle away from her, embarrassed by her affection. She let him go with the reluctance of all mothers.

She turned to me, beaming, "Thank you, my Lord!"

I grabbed her hand and led her toward the bathroom. She didn't fight, but just stared at me in confusion.

"What, my Lord?"

"You wanted to thank me," I told her. "51 will watch your son."

She flushed and shivered, realizing what I meant. "Of course, my Lord."

"I will keep him company," 51 said. The Black woman headed to the bed, a big smile on her lips.

51 was my chief bodyguard. She often protected me personally. Six weeks ago, we survived Brandon's attack together. She sat on the bed, giving the boy a hug and smiling like a mother to him. 51 had recently found out she was pregnant, and she and her husband were both excited by the news.

And I was looking forward to drinking her milk from those lovely, ebony breasts.

Inside the bathroom, I locked the door, gazing at Shay. "Strip."

"Yes, my Lord," she moaned. Even if I didn't have mind control powers, she believed me to be a god and yearned to satiate me.

She pulled off her frumpy sweater and the black t-shirt she wore underneath. She had a large pair of breasts that sagged a bit when she freed them from her bra. A pair of silver-dollar-sized areolas surrounded brown, fat nipples rising proudly from her tits. Her loose skirt came off, and then she peeled out of dark pantyhose and white panties. A bush as black as night and neatly trimmed surrounded her fat pussy lips. I could just see a hint of wet pink between her labia folds.

My cock throbbed to experience her juicy depths.

"Thank you so much," she breathed as I bent her over the sink, her pussy already wet.

She burned to please her god. I savored my power as I plunged into her.

I groaned, savoring the heat of her cunt, the juicy silk clinging to my dick. She lacked a young woman's tightness, but her pussy still had charm as I plunged my cock over and over into her depths. My balls smacked into her while she let out throaty moans, pressing back into me as I fucked her hard.

I admired the beauty of her back, her skin the color of dark cream. I traced down her spine, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick as she whimpered. I reached her ass, loving how her plump cheeks jiggled as I pounded her.

She looked over her shoulders at me and moaned wantonly, her face twisted with pleasure. I grinned at her, loving her passion. Friction burned around my cock, her motherly pussy bringing me closer and closer to my relief.

"My Lord!" she groaned again, her voice echoing in the bathroom.

"If you're that loud, your son will hear us," I cautioned her. But it pleased me that my cock elicited such passion from her.

She flushed and her cunt squeezed on my plunging cock.

"Yes, my Lord," she said softer. Then she bit her lip, stifling her moan as I pounded her like a jackhammer.

It made me want to fuck her faster and faster, to push her to her limits. I grunted, plowing into her, loving how she felt wrapped about my cock. Her hot silk clenched and relaxed, my balls swelling with the growing pressure of my impending orgasm.

In the mirror, I watched her large tits as they swayed and bounced before her. Her heavy, pillowy tits looking so inviting. I reached around her and squeezed her breasts, fingers from both hands sinking into her flesh, her skin so silky.

"My Lord," she groaned as my fingers found her nipples, massaging them.

I leaned over her, smelling a cinnamon spice wreathing her black hair. I squeezed her tits hard, groaning, "Fuck you are one hot MILF!"

"Thank you, my Lord," she gasped, her pussy clenching on my dick, her body shaking.

"You should fuck any young man that catches your eye!"

"I should," she gasped as my command sank into her soul, rewriting her mind. "I've been so lonely since Fereydoon died."

"You won't be fucking every hot, young stud you can. You're a MILF. Enjoy it!"

"Like you, my Lord?" she moaned. "You're so sexy! Such a stud!"

I groaned, squeezing her tits, massaging her soft, pliant flesh. I had to feel those tits on my face. She gasped in shock as I ripped my cock out of her pussy. But before she could question me, I spun her around, sitting her ass on the sink, and rammed my cock back into her pussy. I squeezed her tits, hefting them, and buried my face between her heavy melons.

I loved the feel of her pillowy breasts around my face. I rubbed my cheeks into them as I plowed her hot cunt. The spicy, cinnamon scent filled my nose as her snatch massaged my cock. Her hips writhed, grinding her clit into my groin every time I buried into her.

"My Lord," she gasped and then her pussy writhed about my cock.

She groaned through clenched teeth as her orgasm burned so hot through her. I squeezed her tits, reveling between them, as I plunged over and over into her spasming pussy. Her hot flesh bathed my cock in her slick cream.

The massaging pleasure rippled down my shaft and hit my balls. They boiled. The cum exploded out of me. I grunted into her tits as my cum fired over and over into her cunt. I buried to the depths in her, flooding her with every drop of seed I had.

Pleasure burned through my mind.

"My Lord, thank you!" she moaned. "Oh, thank you! You made me feel like a woman! You healed my son! What a loving God you are."

I lifted my face from her tits, her spasming pussy massaging out the last cum from my cock. I grinned at her. "My wife and I came to save the world. We love you all. Especially hot MILFs."

Tears brimmed in her dark eyes. "But you came and saved my son. There are so many other children and..."

"Your Gods love you," I told her. I kissed her briefly, tasting the salt of her tears. "Now clean up and go be with your son."

I pulled out of her zipped up. I swept out of the bathroom, letting her gather herself. 51 had her arm around the boy's shoulder while he played on his Nintendo DS, a big smile on his lips. Fucking his mother was just a bonus. I'd have healed him no matter what.

I swept out of the hospital room, and came upon quite the lovely sight.

"Well, this is nice," I grinned.

* * *

Mary Glassner

I trembled as my hands dug into Gillian's blonde hair, her tongue lathing my pussy. Her husband, Tom, had his whiskered cheeks pressed into my butt-crack, rimming my asshole with such hunger. I shuddered, squeezing my tits through my blouse as they worshiped me in the hospital's hallway.

I just healed their young daughter from the terminal brain cancer seeking to devour her life. I could indulge for a few minutes, get my pussy licked and asshole reamed by a pair of grateful parents. The bodyguards stood around me, warding off the hallway, backs facing me.

It was almost like I had privacy, not that I cared. I loved fucking in public.

"That's it," I moaned. "Tongue your Goddess. Make her cum so hard."

I knew I wasn't a goddess, but it was so easy to play the role. So seductive. Politicians got highs from crowds of adoring supporters cheering their names. What we got was even more intense. I bet only the Pope came close. People loved us. Worshiped us. We were gods to them, beings greater than they were.

And they showered us in passion.

"Thank you, my Lady," Gillian moaned, her eyes, just visible below the swell of my baby bump, staring up at me as she licked my waxed pussy. "You taste so divine."

"Yes," her husband groaned, his whiskers rasping on the inner slopes of my butt-cheeks as she plunged his tongue back into my asshole.

I shuddered, loving his tongue wiggling into my bowels. He swirled his organ around inside my asshole while his wife's tongue lapped through my folds. She brushed my clit on every lick, sending delight rippling through my body. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse.

April fingered her own cunt. She glanced at her girlfriend, Violet, but the schoolgirl slut just smiled back, ignoring the obvious invitation. I frowned at that, then gasped as Gillian's lips latched onto my clit, sucking so hard.

I groaned, my asshole clenching onto Tom's tongue as his wife sucked and nibbled on my clit. Pleasure surged through me. The pressure built and built in my pregnant pussy. I squirmed, grinding on both their tongues.

"Yes, that's how you worship a Goddess," I groaned. "Oh, yes, you're both going to make me cum! Tom, I'm going to shower your wife's mouth in my juices. Just bathe her in my divine cream. She's so eager for it."

"So eager," he groaned. "Bathe her, my Lady!"

Gillian sucked harder. Tom jammed his tongue deep into my bowels. I groaned, loving the swirling delight. He growled his pleasure, enjoying the taste of my ass. I squirmed, squeezing my nipples through my blouse.

"Cum on their faces, Mistress," Violet cheered, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders.

"Yes, Mistress," April moaned, her face twisting, bushy hair dancing as she shuddered. She frigged her pussy so hard as her orgasm exploded through her, juices flooding down her thighs. "Cum all over them!"

"Yes!" I hissed, my clit throbbing in Gillian's wicked mouth.

My orgasm rippled hot and fast through me. My cunt spasmed. My bowels writhed on Tom's tongue. Juices gushed out of me into Gillian's hungry mouth. The hot wife drank down my juices while her husband kept tonguing my asshole.

Rapture flooded my mind. I savored it, my brain drinking in the ecstasy. I trembled, shifting between the husband and wife as they devoured both my holes. And then, as quick as it struck me, my orgasm withdrew.

"That is enough," I moaned. "You have my blessing."

"Smeared all over her face," giggled Violet.

"Yes," I panted, stepping out from between the husband and wife. "Share in my blessing and then be with your daughter."

"Yes, my Lady!" they both moaned before kissing, sharing my fluids.

I shivered, smoothing down my skirt. "Who's next?"

"A young boy with a failing liver," Violet said, falling in beside me.

My body buzzing, I wondered how distracted Mark had gotten.

* * *

Xiu Liu

I leaned against the wall, my body writhing in the slutty nurse's outfit I wore for the day. My busty breasts swayed, thrust out the open top. I pulled on both my nipple piercings, stretching out my nubs until pain flared through me.

And crashed into the pleasure whipped up in my pussy by the real nurse who had her head buried beneath my miniskirt, her tongue vigorously lapping through my pussy.

"Master," I moaned as he grinned at me. "Nurse Karishma was very insistent on eating my pussy! I hope that's alright!"

His cock swelled in his pants. "More than alright, slut."

When Karishma, a raven-haired and dusky-skinned Indian--from actual India--beauty came up to me and begged to lick my pussy, I couldn't resist. Not with those dark eyes staring up at me. And she ate me so well.

"Master," I moaned as I came on her mouth, shuddering as her tongue lapped up my flooding cream.

I pulled so hard on my nipple piercings. The pain flared through me. I drank it in. Agony only made me cum harder. I spasmed, my eyes rolling back into my head as the rapture flooded through my petite body.

Ecstasy bathed my mind for several glorious heartbeats.

"Oh, wow," I purred, my orgasm fading.

Master pressed up against me. He nuzzled into my ear, whispering. "I think you should return the favor. Get down on your hands and knees and eat her ass out."

"You always have the best ideas, Master," I purred and then kissed him hard on the mouth while Nurse Karishma kept lapping at my cunt.

"I know," he groaned when he broke the kiss. "Now get to it, slut."

Nurse Karishma remained kneeling on the ground as I dropped behind her. I pulled the nurse's lilac scrubs down her round ass. She wore no panties. I grinned at her shaved pussy, juices glistening on her vulva. Dusky-red flesh surrounded a pink gash.

As inviting as that pussy was, Master gave me orders. And I always obeyed him.

I parted Karishma's butt-cheeks and buried my face deep in the nurse's delectable ass. I smelled her sour musk then my tongue swept out through her butt-crack, finding her puckered asshole. I loved the nasty taste, wiggling my hips in delight as I rimmed her asshole.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in a delightful Hindi accent that sounded like silk rubbing against my ears. "Eat my butt-hole!"

I wiggled my ass as I tongued her, then groaned when I felt Master's hands pushing up my miniskirt. His dick slid between my butt-cheeks and found my asshole. I felt no lube slicking his dick and knew this would hurt.

Master knew me so well.

A throaty moan burst from my throat as Master thrust. He slammed his cock into my dry ass. Fire burned. Agony raged in my bowels. My pussy clenched, drinking in the pain. Tears burned my eyes as I jammed my tongue into Karishma's asshole.

I embraced the pain. I loved it. I was a masochist.

Master fucked my butt hard, thrusting without mercy. He knew the more it hurt, the harder I'd cum. He always spoiled us sluts.

I groaned and grunted, agony stabbing over and over into my bowels. His cock pistoned my asshole, driving in and out of my bowels like he had stepped on the accelerator, the engine roaring up to its highest RPMs.

My grunts of pain and pleasure filled the hallway. I could smell my arousal growing, filling the air as my juices poured down my thighs. My pussy dripped with pleasure as my ass screamed in agony. Master's hand shot down between my legs, feeling my juices.

"Fucking slut," he growled, knowing how aroused I was.

"Your slut, Master!" I moaned between licks.

His crotch smacked my ass over and over as Karishma humped her ass back into his strokes. I shuddered, my tears wetting her butt-cheeks. The exquisite pain propelled my tongue to lap and swirl about her asshole.

"Eat my ass!" the nurse gasped. "You disgusting slut! Revel in it, untouchable! Degrade yourself!"

I savored the humiliating language. My asshole clenched down harder on Master's thrusting cock. I tongued the nurse's sphincter so hard. My orgasm swelled in my pussy. Every painful plunge of Master's dick brought me closer and closer.

"You're just a filthy whore!" hissed Karishma. "To lick my asshole! What a slut!"

"She is a filthy, disgusting slut," Master snarled. "She's taking my cock up her ass like the whore she is."

"The filthiest!" I howled, my bowels clenching. Humiliation surged through me.

And triggered my orgasm.

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of my cunt as the pleasure slammed into the agony. My bowels writhed, every thrust of Master's cock slamming pain into my rapture. The two sensations swirled together, mixing, combining.

Transforming into ecstasy.

The pleasure rippled over and over through me as Master's cock hammered my bowels. I moaned into Karishma's asshole, my tongue swirling through her sour flesh as pain and rapture boiled my mind, sending me into ecstasy.