The Devil's Pact Pt. 39

"You could pierce her nipples, attach a leash to the piercings, and walk her like a dog," Xiu sighed, tugging at her own nipple piercings. I had a feeling Xiu would love that..

"That's how you broke Karen, Master," Korina nodded. "Shoved that dog-tailed butt plug up her ass and treat her like the bitch she is!"

"That would be very satisfying to see, mi Rey!" Desiree purred.

"I would love to watch Mistress spank that bitch-demon's ass," Jessica added. "I love watching you paddle a naughty slut's rump and make it glow red."

"Make that ass black and blue," Lillian laughed. "Don't go easy on her! And we should piss on her! Make her sleep in the puddle like the piece of filth she is!"

"No! We should tie her up and let the entire Legion fuck her cunt!" Violet declared with more force than I've ever heard the shy girl use. "She hates men. I say, let every man in the world fuck her! For Karen!"

Tears glistened on Violet's cheeks. A silence fell on the rest of us as we remembered our short time with Karen. April reached over and grabbed Violet's hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. Once Karen had submitted to us, she had been a perfect, loving slut. And it was my fault she was dead. I didn't hesitate to give her to Lilith to save my life.

I learned the hard way to never trust a demon.

My hand hurt, and I unclenched my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm. One day, I'd make Lilith pay for Karen.

"It's risky, Mark," Mary said, breaking the silence.

"Well, it needs to be done. She's already sent the Dimme to kill me and an Alukah to kill Sam. She needs to be dealt with." Fear gripped me. What if she sends her next monster after my pregnant wife? I couldn't risk that. Lilith had to be neutralized.

"Seattle is her base of support," Willow said. "What if we took that away from her?"

"I bet that Lamia woman we've seen with the Mayor of Seattle is the demon," Jessica interjected. "Think about it, Masters. Mayor Craig is gay, and then this absolutely gorgeous woman appears, and he falls for her. I feel like this is Lilith."

"We definitely need the Legion," Korina said. "Master, you are powerful, but you'll need soldiers to occupy the city."

"Aren't we moving too quickly?" Mary objected. "We haven't learned how to deal with Lucifer if something goes wrong."

"That could take a while," Sam responded. "I mean, there was a lot of material found at Qumran. Some of it hasn't even been made public. It could take me months to sift through it."

"Then we should wait months," Mary concluded.

I frowned at my wife. "But Lilith is already causing problems. We need to go into Seattle. At the very least, we have to find where she's keeping those monstrous daughters of hers."

"How, Master?" Jessica asked. "We summoned Karen, and she couldn't help us. Lilith has her location warded somehow."

Xiu snapped her fingers. Realization played a smile on her lips. "I bet the answers are in city hall. She needs to control the mayor for some reason. I bet there are city records that could point to where they're hiding. They probably need a big building."

"Of course. The city owns hundreds of buildings." Jessica's caramel face shown with excitement.

"Right!" April exclaimed, her bushy hair rustling. "And the government keeps records on everything!"

"Let's send the Legion in and flush the bitch out!" Alison rubbed her hands together, glee on her face. "She tried to kill Master."

Next to Alison, Desiree pounded her fist on the table. "Let's exterminate her entire verminous brood, mi Rey!"

"Sounds great. I say we do that." I looked at my wife. "We'll capture Lilith and put down her foul children."

"It's too risky," Mary objected, heat in her voice. "You're being brash, Mark. The stakes are too high to afford a mistake."

"We'll be careful," I told her, taken aback by her objections. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. It's just..." She trailed off, a helpless look on her face.

"You just don't think I can do this?" A bitter feeling spread through my stomach.

"It's just too important to take chances. Please, Mark, reconsider."

"She tried to kill me," I pointed out, my anger bubbling back up. Why couldn't she see how simple this was? "She killed Karen, and you just want to let her live? Don't you care?"

She slammed her hand down on the table and glared at me, the reverberation echoing through the room. "Of course I care! I loved Karen just as much as you did! She was ours, and that bitch took her away! But the world, Mark? All those lives? What if something goes wrong?"

"That's why we'll be careful. But we have to do this. She's growing too powerful. It may be too hard to dislodge her in a few months."

"I say we wait," Mary said, her face growing stubborn. "It's stupid to rush this."

"So I'm being stupid?" I demanded, frustrated with my wife. Why was she so blind? Lilith needed to be neutralized as soon as possible.

"I didn't say that, Mark," she spat. "But you're being a pigheaded fool!"

I grit my teeth. "Now what?"

"Let's vote," she declared. "Everyone, give your honest opinion. Who says we wait?"

Jessica quickly shot her hand up and gave me a guilty glance. Sam and Willow's hands joined her. Sam looked at Candy and gaped that her toy had a different opinion. "That Alukah almost killed us both," Candy answered. "I'm with Alison and Desiree! Let's capture the bitch and piss on her and stuff her in a cage!"

Violet chewed on her lip, glancing back and forth between Mary and me, then raised her hand, not looking at me.

Counting Mary, five wanted to wait. The remaining eight of us wanted to attack. "I guess I'm not the only pigheaded fool here, Mary," I retorted. I knew it was going too far as soon as I said it.

Mary flinched in hurt anger.

"Fine," she said flatly, tossed her auburn hair, and stalked towards the door. "It's only the World!"

"Wait, Mistress," Jessica said, and followed Mary out of the Matmown.

Everyone else sat with stunned silence. I knew I should go after her. I really should. Frustration and exhaustion seethed within me though. "Close the door," I barked. "We have plans to make!"

"Yes, Master!" Xiu scurried to close the door. She sat back down and said, "We...um... should get General Brooks in here." General Brooks commanded the Legion, the 10,000 soldiers bound to me by the Ragily prayer.

I nodded my head. "This afternoon. Is there anything else?"

Sam shifted in her seat. "Well, um, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?"

"No," I said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.

Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent the plumb bob spinning at the end of the string, the metal point hovering just above the map as it swung in a circle.

"Candy is concentrating on Warlocks," Sam explained. "The bob is enchanted with a divining spell."

Suddenly Candy let go of the bob and it stuck into the map of the U.S. right on the city of Paris, Texas.

"See, she's detected the Ghost of Paris," Sam said. Candy took up the plumb bob and sent it spinning again. "This is an old dowsing technique to find water and wells. I modified it to detect the resonance of a Warlock's soul. As you know, souls have different resonances, which you and Mary perceive as colors. Silver for a normal person, Gold for a Nun, Black for a Thrall, Red for a Warlock, etc."

The plumb bob came down in Philadelphia. Then St. Paul, San Francisco, Tulsa, Sioux Falls, Charleston, Tallahassee, El Paso, Memphis. Dozens more cities. And not just in the U.S. Sometimes the bob fell in Canada or Mexico. Once it landed on Cuba.

"We need to do something about this," I said in stunned horror. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America.

"Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master," Alison said, her face burning, her eyes bright with anger. "Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion, and we'll start hunting them down. Most can't be that dangerous. We'll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell."

"Please, mi Rey?" Anger and pain seethed in Desiree's brown eyes. "We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need to be put down."

Alison nodded vigorously. "We'll make them all pay, Master!"

I chewed my lip. Mary should be present for the decision. I almost said yes anyways, but my anger had faded enough. "I'll discuss it with Mary."

"Thank you, mi Rey," Desiree said. Ever since Brandon had raped her, she's had a fierce hatred of Warlocks, and Alison burned with an even more intense fury than her wife.

"Let's call it a wrap," I yawned. "I think we all could use some sleep."

I rode the elevator up to my suite. The bodyguards, as usual, were out front. I walked to them, blinking my eyes, composing my apology to them. As I approached, they both raised their hands, stopping me.

"Mistress said not to let you in," the redhead bodyguard said, her face pleading.

"Out of the way," I ordered and they froze, eyes bulging, unable to breathe. Conflicting commands would do that. "Never mind. You don't have to follow that one."

They gasped for breath as I stared at the door, chewing on my lip.

* * *

Mary Glassner

My insides raged as I marched out of the Matmown.

It was bad enough that he wouldn't listen to sense, but to taunt me at the end? I wanted to scream in frustration. Couldn't he see how dangerous this was? The world was at stake! We had to go slow. We had to be careful. I stalked to the elevator and jabbed the up button.

"Come on!" I snarled at the elevator, mashing the button in the vain hope that it would make the damned thing move faster.

"Mistress," Jessica said as she stepped up next to me.

"What?" I groaned, too tired to deal with anything right now. On top of my anger, I was exhausted. I only had a few hours of sleep, and spending all day healing had drained me.

"You look tense, Mistress. I could give you a massage."

I glanced at Jessica, a caring smile on her caramel face. I reached out and stroked her honey-brown hair. She was so beautiful, exotic. Her mix of racial heritage gave her such unusual features. "I think I'd like that."

We rode up the elevator in silence. I studied her. She was naked. Well, almost naked. She wore a gold choker with her name written with sapphires. Her breasts were small, full, with brown nipples. My eyes followed the line of her side down to her shapely hips, smooth thighs, and gorgeous calves.

The elevator dinged, announcing we reached the top floor where our suite was. Two bodyguards saluted me before they opened the door. I strode past them, chin held high. An impulse seized me, birthed out of my anger.

"Do not let Mark in," I ordered them. "He's in the doghouse."

"I...um...yes, ma'am," the Black bodyguard stammered.

The redheaded one, eyes wide, nodded her head.

Jessica followed me through the main room of the suite to the bedroom I shared with mark. Once inside, I stretched, walked to my dresser, and opened my jewelry box. I took off my silver locket, diamond stud earrings, and a ruby bracelet, leaving only my bronze protective amulet and wedding ring on.

Jessica unzipped my dress with her gentle touch. I let it fall to the floor, exposing my naked body. I looked down at my belly and stroked my baby bump. My mood improved a bit thinking about my unborn child.

"Shall I start, Mistress?" Jessica asked when she returned from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil.

"Hmm?" I asked, frowning at her. Out of the fuzzy depths of my mind, remembrance rose. "Oh, right, the massage."

Yawning, I stretched out on the bed on my belly. The mattress dipped as Jessica crawled onto it. She straddled my legs right below my butt. I jumped and shrieked as the cold baby oil dripped onto my back.

"Sorry, Mistress."

"It's okay," I muttered, the liquid warming on my skin.

Her fingers kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders, driving the tension away with her gentle yet firm pressure. I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying her touch. Her thumbs pressed into my flesh, moving in slow circles. She exorcised the anger. My fury at my husband melted away.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift into contentment.

Her hands worked lower and lower down my back, flanking my spine. She shifted down my legs as she worked closer to my ass. I groaned as her fingers rubbed at the strain out of my lower back. The pregnancy was starting to give me backaches.

Her hair brushed my body. She bent over, her tits rubbing on the backs of my thighs as she rubbed the ache out of my lower back. My ass wiggled, a heat kindling in my pussy as her nipples massaged my legs.

"Mistress," she purred. "Such a gorgeous ass."

She kissed my right butt-cheek before her oily hands slid down and gave each globe a good squeeze. She worked the plump muscles, making me squirm more, my pussy growing excited, juices trickling out. My nipples hardened, rubbing into the satin sheets.

"Yes," I sighed, then grinned at her naughty antics.

Her fingers dipped into my crack, brushing my asshole and teasing me under the guise of her massage. She swirled and caressed my asshole, making me tremble and convulse, my toes clenching as her body wiggled.

She kissed my butt again, her fingers sliding down from my asshole, reaching my taint. My pussy clenched in trembling anticipation. I let out another groan as her fingers slid around my slit, caressing my flushed vulva before her hands seized my right leg.

Her tits lifted up from my thighs as she massaged me. She worked at knotted muscles, easing the ache as her hands slid up and down my thighs. Thumbs and digits dug into me, making me groan and squirm, my nipples kissing the sheets.

"Jessica," I panted.

"Just enjoy, Mistress," she purred, sliding her hands down to my calves, rubbing them, giving me more relief.

My pussy grew wetter and wetter as she lifted my foot. Her tongue licked and teased my toes. Strings of nerves connected each one to my pussy. When she sucked on them, she strummed those strings. Pleasure hummed like a note plucked on a guitar, reaching my pussy and making my entire body quiver.

"You naughty slut," I panted, juices dribbling out of my pussy. Heat burned in me as she sucked her way down my foot.

Then she repeated all those wonderful sensations on my left leg, massaging me into buzzing relief, playing with my toes, being just a naughty slut and getting my pussy so wet and dripping. I needed to be touched.

"Now roll over, Mistress," she purred, her voice so thick with excitement. This was the part she wanted.

The real fun.

I grinned, rolling over. Her oily hands found my pregnant stomach, caressing my baby bump. Just a swell now, but my child grew and grew every day.

"So beautiful," she whispered, eyes smoldering. She slid her hand higher, passing between my breasts, and up to my neck. "Just breathtaking, Mistress."

"So are you," I panted, drinking in her caramel skin, her firm tits swaying.

She smiled at me she leaned over. Her breasts swayed above mine as she lowered her mouth. Her hair brushed my cheek, then her nipples pressed into my hard nubs. I licked my lips and then groaned as she kissed me.

Her kiss started gentle, lightly nibbling on my lower lip. But then our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other. I tasted her sweetness. She shuddered when my tongue invaded her mouth. Our lusts grew as our kiss deepened, our nipples throbbing against each other, my pussy on fire.

I shivered when Jessica settled her weight upon me. Our nipples kissed harder, rubbing against each other like flint on steel. Sparks of pleasure ignited fires in my pussy. I wasn't so pregnant that I had to worry about someone being on top of me.

I moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of her body.

She was so sexy.

Our tongues fenced now, our bodies squirming. My hands stroked down her back and grasped her firm as. I pulled her down between my spread legs until our pussies touched. Electricity sparked between us.

"Mistress!" she moaned between kisses, her ass clenching beneath my hands.

I shuddered as our pussies tribbed together. I kissed her so hard, loving her new massage technique.

Her ass writhed beneath my hands as she undulated her hips. She slid her clit up through my pussy folds until she nudged my pearl. Hot sparks flared every time. I shuddered and moaned, fingers digging into her rump.

Again and again, her ass flexed. Every kiss of her clit on mine brought a burst of passion inside my pussy's depths. My tunnel clenched. Heat burned inside of me, a fire swelled hotter by every delicious caress of clit on clit.

We tribbed.

We moaned.

Satin whisked beneath my back and squirming ass.

Her fingers stroked my cheeks as she kissed me harder, fiercer. Her tongue jammed into my mouth. Our hips found a rhythm, tribbing each other slowly, savoring the pleasure. Our skin rubbed together, so silky and delicious.

This was hot, but I had to be on top. I was the mistress here.

I held her tightly and rolled us over. Her thighs parted as she stretched out on her back. I settled my cunt against hers, eager for that contact between our clits again. For that roaring spark. I sat upon my elbows, staring down at her beautiful face contorting, her delicate nose twitching. Our nipples grazed each other, sharing quick kisses as I writhed my hips. Now I drove my clit through her pussy, searching for her clit.

A moan, low and throaty, escaped her lips when I found it. Her hands rubbed up and down my back and sides, trailing fire wherever she touched. I stared into her eyes, loving the deep brown, as we shared this moment.

"Yes," Jessica purred. "Pleasure me, Mistress! Your beautiful pussy feels like wet silk!"

"You're going to make me cum so hard, slut," I moaned.

She shuddered, grinning, fingernails biting into my ass.

My hips moved faster, spurred on by the smoldering lust in her eyes. Memories of the afternoon when I had a cock flooded mind. Those wicked recollections washed through me. Fucking Jessica would be so much better than tribbing her. I could have a hard shaft plunging in and out of her velvet-wet cunt, feeling her silky flesh wrapped about my cock. Feel that glorious ache building, that need to spill my seed.

I loved being a woman. I loved the powerful, encompassing orgasms that filled my entire groin. But that urgent need for a cock, the way all the pleasure built up at one point--the head of your aching, throbbing dick--was amazing. It built and built until your girl-jizz erupted out of you. Ecstasy fired through your body, intense rapture mixing with the gentler waves of a feminine orgasm.

I understood just how desperate a guy could get to fuck a woman.

"Trib me!" Jessica panted. "Yes, yes! I love it! Make me cum, Mistress!"

I could gain a cock. It was so easy. I just had to bring us both to orgasm while tribbing her. While we writhed, I had to utter "Shophkah." Our combined ecstasy would power the spell. I'd gain my very own cock I could summon or dismiss at will.

But what about Mark?

I tribbed my clit faster against Jessica's pearl. I burned to have a cock. I didn't care if he would find it disgusting. Find me disgusting. I needed to have it. I really ground into her, ignoring the objecting voice in my mind. After Mark's petty comment, it would serve him right if I grew a dick.