The Devil's Pact Pt. 40

By the end of the week, an army of my sisters would be born, and we'd retake Seattle.

"Mother will save her," I said, hugging my birth mother.

"No, she won't." Despair creased my birth mother's dusky face. "Lilith doesn't care."

"Of course Mother cares," I protested. Mother loved all her followers. She said so all the time. "You're just sad, but Fiona will be fine." She buried her face in my chest. I held my birth mother and chirped a reassuring song to her. My voice trilled beautifully, soft and comforting. As I rocked her and stroked her black hair, she sobbed.

"Tir," Mother purred.

I shuddered in delight, looking up at a perfect face framed by silver hair. Lilith. My mother. She was the Ideal Woman, the mold from which all others were imperfectly cast. Her lust poured over me, over us. Even my sobbing birth mother shuddered in pleasure. Lilith ignored my birth mother, staring down at me.

"How is the disease progressing?"

"Wormwood is spreading through the population," I answered, reaching out to sense my half of the disease.

I could feel it. Every man who drank from the city's water supply, the man he infected on his way to work, to school, to breakfast, to the gym. Some left the city, spreading it to the communities surrounding Seattle. Others entered the city and became infected. Even better, some had boarded planes, traveling to other parts of the United States and the world. When the symptoms started manifesting in a few days, chaos would descend.

"Wormwood?" Lilith asked. "That is what you're calling it?"

"It seemed appropriate, Mother."

Mother laughed, rich, beautiful. It made my song sound like an off-tune screech. "It does."

Chapter Four

And the Gods delivered the city of Seattle to their loyal Slut. With a courageous heart, Jessica faced the trials of ruling a city tortured by the foul demon Lilith.

—Second Book of Vivian 6:1

Friday, November 15th, 2013 - Jessica St. Pierre - Seattle, WA

The first week of governing the city of Seattle was over. I needed to blow off some steam.

The last three days had been long and frustrating as I ferreted out all the followers of Lilith from the city's government. Over three hundred women had been rounded up and interned at the Washington State Convention Center. Master or Mistress would have to sort through them. Luckily, Nate Kirkpatrick, the head of HR for the city, was a great help in identifying those who might not be trustworthy.

Master had left two companies of soldiers, almost three hundred men, to protect me and to search for any of Lilith's children who lurked in the city. Seattle itself was peaceful. Many of the citizens were under my Masters' control. Often Master or Mistress would broadcast general orders to the population—to obey laws, be happy, follow orders, and so on. Crime in Seattle, and the country, had plummeted dramatically.

Utopia was slowly, and painfully, being forced upon mankind.

The Humvee that chauffeured me around pulled up at the Four Seasons Hotel. A squad of soldiers from the 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment, all pledged to Master, escorted me in. They were all young and rugged men. And so damned sexy in their fatigues and bulky body armor. Plus their big guns.

My juices trickled down my thighs.

I could feel their eyes on my taut body. I wore a micro skirt that barely covered my rear and thigh-high fishnets. And no panties. I needed to be ready to be fucked. Stiletto heels gave my ass more shape and added an extra, sexy sway to my walk. My blouse was pink silk and clung to my braless breasts like a second skin. Tight about my throat was a gold choker. Even though I ran the city, it was important that people knew to whom I belonged.

"Good evening, Holy Slut," Yvonne, the night concierge, greeted as I walked in. She was a fiercely beautiful Black woman. A leather choker tight about her neck proclaimed her devotion to Mark and Mary.

I couldn't help touching my own gold choker.

"Yvonne," I smiled back, remembering my first night in the hotel and the very warm welcome she gave me. She was as fierce in bed as she looked and left me gasping in pleasure. Afterward, she had told me about the time Master fucked her in the elevator last June. Fiona had been with him that night.

I suppressed a surge of anger. Both Fiona and Thamina had sided with Lilith. Ungrateful bitches!

The elevator dinged. My protectors pressed me into the rear of the elevator as they piled in around me, sandwiching me between two handsome, young privates—Brasher and Santillian. I smiled winsomely at Private Brasher, a flush spreading across his young, handsome face. He stood a few inches shorter than me, but I could feel just how solidly built he was as I pressed my body against him. Private Santillian was tall and whip-thin, a charming, confident smile on his Latino face.

"Hmm, you boys are strong," I purred on the ride up.

Private Brasher's flush deepened, and Private Santillian's leer grew. "I could show you just how strong I am, chica."

I boldly glanced at Santillian. "Oh, do you think you're man enough to handle me?"

"Chica, I have the biggest cock in the company! A foot and a half just for you!"

"More like an inch and a half," another soldier laughed.

"Hey, you been lookin' at me in the shower again, Pearson?"

"Oh, yeah," Pearson replied sarcastically, "I'm unable to resist your Latin magnetism."

"Damn straight! No one can resist my manliness!" Santillian turned to me, grabbing my hand and shoving it against his crotch. "That's no inch-and-a-half, eh, chica?"

I gave his hard cock a squeeze through his fatigues as the elevator dinged. "Hmm, that may get the job done." I reached out and grabbed Brasher's crotch and felt how hard he was. The other soldiers piled out of the elevator, briefly scanning the hallway for threats. "I think I need two strong men to keep me safe and sound all night long."

"Eres una perra caliente," Santillian breathed as I sauntered out of the elevator.

Pearson opened the suite room with a keycard, the lock whirring. I walked across the suite to my bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse and dropping it on the floor as I went. I wanted all the soldiers to see my perky, caramel breasts topped with dark-chocolate nipples.

"Holy shit," Private Brasher muttered as a soldier patted him on the shoulder.

"Fuck that slut," another soldier called out. I smiled, glad they knew what I was. Shivering, I dropped my skirt and disappeared into my room.

"You are smokin' hot, chica!"

I turned to find Private Santillian pushing into the room after me. I pressed against his bulky body armor, kissing his handsome face with passion. My nipples rubbed on the body armor, rasping across coarse fabric covering hard ballistic plates. Delight tingled down to my cunt.

His hands wasted no time squeezing my ass hard. The other soldiers whistled and jeered as Santillian enjoyed me. I loved it, kissing him hard, my pussy growing wetter and wetter with every heartbeat.

But I wanted to have a lot of fun. And he just wasn't enough.

I pushed away from Santillian and found the nervous Brasher. I hooked my arm around his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed him hard on the lips, savoring his stubble. He was stiff, awkward, but he got into it after a moment, kissing me back.

I shuddered, feeling Santillian watching my naked body as I devoured the younger Brasher's mouth. I felt like such a cougar feasting on my prey. Brasher made me so wet, juices running in honeyed rivulets down my thighs.

"Why am I the only one naked?" I pouted. I broke away from Brasher and moved to the bed. With a languorous grace, I stretched out so they could feast on my body's curves.

"¡Madre de Dios!" Santillian breathed as he began ripping off his gear, dumping it messily to the floor. Next to him, Brasher just stared dumbfounded at me as I played with my hard nipple. I smiled invitingly at him.

He fumbled with his body armor.

"Fuck," Brasher muttered, struggling with a stuck strap.

Santillian peeled off his shirt, revealing a slim, yet toned body, like a swimmer, the muscles rippling beneath the nut-brown skin as he moved. He bent down to unlace his boots, muttering curses as his haste made the knots worse.

Brasher finally undid that strap. He tore off his body armor and dropped his thick, webbed belt. He attacked his shirt, ripping it as he took it off, revealing his naked torso. He had a few tattoos on his thickly muscled body: a screaming skull on one upper arm, the words "Indianhead" and "We Serve" on the other.

"Here I come, chica!" the now-naked Private Santillian exclaimed.

His cock—not the foot-and-a-half he had boasted, but a good eight or nine inches—proudly jutted out from a nest of thick, black hair. He crawled onto the bed and over my body. I writhed beneath him, shuddering as he claimed my lips in a hot kiss.

I moaned, savoring his bold strength. My hands sought out his cock, sliding down his body until I found it. I stroked the hard shaft. Groaning, his hands seized my breast with bold strength, squeezing painfully hard. He roughly pinched my nipples.

My cunt loved it. A flood of juices wept from my hungry hole.

I broke the kiss and saw Private Brasher stripped naked. His cock was shorter, but thicker. I shuddered, stroking Santillian's cock with one hand, the other patting the bed beside me. I licked my lips as he shuffled over and sat on the edge of the bed. His shyness made me as wet as Santillian's boldness.

"You've never done a threesome before?" I asked Brasher. I rolled out from beneath Santillian and draped myself across Brasher's muscular back. I licked at his ear, rubbing my pussy on his tight ass. "Huh?"

"No," he admitted.

"Hey, vato, it's only gay if we touch," Santillian assured him. "As long as you're touching this hot chica everything's just fine."

I reached around, feeling Brasher's muscular chest and his hard abs before I found his cock. I gripped it, rubbing the head. He shuddered in pleasure, my nipples rasping against his back. I savored the power of this young man. His strength bottled up inside him.

I wanted to unleash it.

I moved, pulling him back to lie down on the bed. I stared down at that brawny form, still stroking his dick. I licked my lips and gave him a naughty wink. Then I showed him how skilled a slut I was at sucking cock.

"Damn," he groaned as my hot mouth engulfed his dick.

I slid my hungry mouth up and down his cock. My tongue danced and swirled while I sucked. Brasher moaned as I let my teeth gently graze his sensitive head. Then I swirled my tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

I loved being a slut.

"Shit," Brasher muttered. "That's good."

"She's a Holy Slut," a watching soldier laughed. "Of course it's good!"

I shivered, feeling all those eyes on me, lusting after me. They would all do whatever I said. I could use them all as my boy toys. All because I chose to serve Mark and Mary. I shivered, moaning about Brasher's cock, knowing I had made the right decision.

I bobbed my mouth faster, sucking harder. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped the soldier's dick. I stared up his body, loving the pleasure twisting across his boyish face. So young. Only eighteen. It made my pussy so hot.

Santillian's hands grabbed my ass, giving me a good squeeze with his rough grip. I shuddered, not fighting, as he pulled my butt up in the air and spread my legs. I felt his breath on my waxed-bare pussy. My juices dribbling down my thighs. I whimpered about Brasher's cock, sucking so hard on it.

"Gonna taste your clam before it gets all messed up, chica," Santillian muttered, his breath hot on my juicy cunt.

As I bobbed my head, Santillian's rough tongue swiped through my slit. He started at my clit and traveled all the way up to my taint. My labia drank in the sensations. He moaned in satisfaction, then buried his lips into my snatch, his tongue wiggling all over.

I loved the feel of his rough stubble tickling my vulva. I squealed in delight about Brasher's cock as I enjoyed Santillian's tongue diving through my twat. He groaned, loving my cunt, driving me wild with pleasure.

"Eat that cootch," a soldier groaned. "Damn, I bet that's grade-A pussy you're eating."

"It's good enough for our God, so you know it's quality," another soldier groaned.

"It's better than caviar," Santillian groaned. "Or champagne. And it's definitely better than Pearson's mom's snatch."

The other soldiers laughed while I groaned. Santillian's tongue wiggled into my cunt while his rough fingers pinched my clit. Pleasure sparked from my clit and shuddered through me. My body trembled.

I sucked so hard on Brasher's cock, an orgasm building in the depths of my cunt. Santillian swirled his tongue through my cunt, reaching as deep as he could. He massaged my bud. I moaned and whimpered about the other soldier's dick.

Brasher groaned, his precum growing saltier in my mouth. "This is so hot, Jessica."

I purred my agreement.

Santillian churned me to a hot froth. I shivered, my hips wiggling, my orgasm building faster and faster. I bobbed my head as fast as I could, my impending climax driving me to give Brasher as much pleasure as I could.

Just so close. Only another lick or two and—

I moaned in disappointment when Santillian stopped tonguing me. So fucking close.

The bed shifted. He moved around behind me. His hands seized my hip then his cock nudged at my pussy. I forgave him immediately as he pressed his cock into my snatch. Not hard and fast, but slow. He took his time.

And that made me shudder.

My pussy drank in the friction. His cock spread me open. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper, his long cock reaching for my cervix. I clenched my pussy on his dick as he bottomed out on me.

Then he drew back his cock fast and rammed in hard. His balls thwacked into my clit. My pussy, primed by his delicious licking, exploded in rapture. Before he could pull back a second time, my cunt convulsed on his dick. Pleasure raced through me. I moaned my rapture about Brasher's dick, juices flooding down my thighs.

"This puta just came on my cock!" He smacked my ass.

I sucked harder on Brasher's dick, wiggling my hips, my cunt spasming around Santillian's long cock. Pleasure rippled through me as I worshiped the shaft in my mouth, my lips sealed tight, my cheeks hollowing.

"Fuck, fuck, goddamn fuck," Brasher moaned, pleasure crossing his face.

He grabbed my head, holding me tight as he thrust his hips. He fucked his shaft into my mouth hard while simultaneously pushing and pulling my head up and down on his cock. He used me, which only made my cunt spasm harder on Santillian's cock

Brasher's muscular chest rippled above me as he pounded my mouth. I savored it, sucking so hard, saliva dribbling down my chin. I slurped and moaned, such a whore, being used by my two bodyguards while the others watched.

"That's how you fuck a slut!" a watching soldier whooped.

"Look at her. She's in heaven."

"I'll say, vato," groaned Santillian, plowing his dick into my spasming cunt. "Got such a hot clam sucking at my dick. She just wants my cum."

So badly. I wanted both their jizz spurting into me.

"Fucking slut!" Brasher groaned, his hands tightening on my head. "Take it, whore!"

He plowed into me. His cock erupted into my mouth. Hot spurts of creamy jizz splattered the back of my throat. I swallowed his salty cum as fast as I could, gulping it down. It warmed down my belly, making me feel like such a tramp.

Such a slut.

I purred my delight as the final blast of his cum bathed my tonsils. I swallowed it hard, then sucked on his dick. His face contorted with pleasure as I drew out the last drops of jizz from his shaft. He panted, his cock popping out of my mouth.

"Goddamn," he groaned.

I gulped a deep breath of air as Brasher panted on the bed. I licked my lips, gathering saliva and cum that leaked out. The watching soldiers still whooped at me. I beamed at my audience, rocking back into Santillian's thrusts.

Then I looked back at the Latin stallion pounding my cunt so hard. He had his eyes closed, ecstasy building on his face. I knew the signs, the look of a man about to explode into my slutty cunt. I shuddered, slamming my hips back into him.

His cock stirred me up, bringing my pussy closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. Juices poured down my thighs, my cunt frothing about his long shaft. I moaned, his balls smacking my clit, adding showers of rapture to my pussy.

"Fuck me!" I groaned. "Shit, your cock is driving me crazy!"

"Course it is, chica. I got the best cock on the planet! Ain't no one gonna fuck you this good!"

"Oh, there's one cock better," I groaned.

"Whose?" he grunted.

"My Master's!" I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me.

My snatch milked his cock, hungry for his cum. My flesh writhed about him. He groaned, thrusting so hard, pounding the shit out of my pussy. I loved it. Rapture surged through me, dancing across my thoughts.

"Fucking puta!" he howled.

His cum blasted into me. I shuddered, loving his hot cream splashing into the depths of my cunt. I whimpered, euphoria sweeping through me as I trembled, my breasts heaving beneath me. He gripped my hips, holding me tight.

The pleasure peaked in me. The last blast of his cum fired into my slutty cunt.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" I howled.

Then I collapsed onto the bed, his cock popping out of me. I rolled over onto my back and scooped up a glob of his cum leaking out of my pussy. I stared at the milky fluid at the end of my fingertip. Then I sucked the salty cream into my mouth.

"You one dirty puta, chica," Santillian grinned.

"I'm a slut," I proudly declared. "So of course I'm dirty."

"Yeah, you are," Brasher said. He seized my shoulders and pulled me along the bed. "My dick wants a taste of that pussy."

I glanced at his hardening cock and grinned at him. "I'm ready for you, stud."

Santillian scooted over as Brasher mounted me, his short, fat cock spearing hard into my cum-filled depths. Gods, it was the fattest cock I'd ever had. It almost hurt as he spread me open, a delicious ache that revved my engine.

I quivered beneath him. Then gasped as he pounded me. He rammed that fat dick over and over into my pussy. I whimpered as his hands squeezed my caramel tits. Then he leaned over and sucked on my dark nipple, loving it.

He ravished me like a hungry beast.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted as I writhed beneath Brasher. He pounded so hard at my cunt, sending pleasure rippling through me. "Oh, shit! Yes, yes, yes!"

His rapid thrusts and thick girth drove me quickly to another orgasm. I whimpered, my nipple throbbing in his hungry mouth. My pussy convulsed about his dick. My third orgasm shuddered through me.

Euphoria wracked through my body. I bucked and quivered. My pussy massaged his thrusting dick, worshiping it for the pleasure it gave. My moans joined the soldiers' whooping cheers as I thrashed on the bed.

"Fuck that cunt into ecstasy!" someone shouted.

"Goddamn, she's already cumming on that dick."

"A Holy Slut!"

"I am!" I groaned, my lolling to the side as I writhed in pleasure

And spotted Santillian polishing his hard pole.

I had to feel that inside me again. "Roll over, Brasher. I want to be on top!"

"Yes, ma'am!" groaned the soldier pounding my spasming pussy.

I shuddered as the brawny Brasher rolled over onto his back, carrying me with him. I adjusted myself, rising and working my pussy on his dick. I rode him hard as his hands slid up my body and squeezed my round breasts.

I looked over my shoulder at Santillian, giving him a suggestive smile as I spread my ass cheeks. "You know what I want."