The Devil's Pact Pt. 41

"Why don't they fight back?" I wondered, watching the demons and my ghosts.

"They weren't ordered to," Karen explained. "They were only commanded to bring down the plane."

"Stupid of the Patriots," I muttered. "Lucky for us.

In moments, the ghosts had right wing cleared the right wing. But I had to see the other side of the plane. It shuddered and jostled like it flew through horrible turbulence. I gripped the seat's armrest, passing through the central row to the left side of the plane. I sat down at the window, Karen following me, and peered out at the wing.

My stomach clenched at what I saw. Huge chunks of the metal exterior were ripped away, metal twisted and rivets popped. I witnessed the exposed hydraulics and wires of the wing's innards, its network of muscles and veins. I didn't see any of the aerials here. The ghosts were firing at the back of the plane now.

Karen shifted onto my lap; her body felt strangely real despite being made of silvery fog. Then she stuck her head through the side of the plane. "There's a few more on the tail."

I heard worry in her words. "What else?"

"The tail's missing an elevator, Master." She looked at me with concern.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"You should buckle up, Master."

I swallowed and strapped in. 27 sat next to me, swallowing. I grabbed her hand; she squeezed mine back. She tried to hide the fear, but it was there in her eyes and the corners of her lips. I took a deep breath, my heart racing and--

The plane dropped. My stomach rose up into my guts as my body tried to lift from the seat. The belt held me in place as the plane dived downward. The engines whined in protest, the plane groaning. People screamed in fright. It took me a moment to realize I was one of them.

The plane leveled out for a moment, everything shuddering. I clutched Karen's ghostly body on my lap as the plane pitched up and down rapidly. The fuselage groaned under the stress. The wings flexed. Bits of metal and parts ripped off by the winds.

"It's not that bad, dying," Karen said with a comforting smile. "It's like falling asleep."

"But I'm not ready," I said. "I want to see my daughter being born."

* * *

Joslyn Palmer - Air Force One

"Mayday, mayday, mayday!" I calmly broadcast over the radio, fighting with the control stick of my plane. My God's life was in my hands. I pulled on the yoke, arresting another steep dive. I glanced at the altimeter, 20,750 feet and descending, but not as fast as we had plummeted a minute ago. "This is Air Force One declaring an emergency!"

"Copy your Mayday. This is Anchorage control. What is the emergency?" It was reassuring to hear how calm the air traffic controller sounded.

"I have one dead engine, and multiple control surfaces damaged, descending through angels twenty."

"Engine three is on fire," Lydia, my copilot, reported as she reached for the flashing red knob on the control panel above the windshield. She pulled it, deploying the fire extinguisher.

"Feather three," I ordered, my hands clutching the yoke with a death grip. My right thumb keyed the radio button on the stick, "Air Force One; we've lost a second engine. We need a bearing to the nearest runway."

"Copy that, Air Force One," Anchorage control responded. "Turn to Heading 47. You're 102 miles out from Anchorage."

Shit! "We'll try to hold it in the air that long. We've achieved stable flight for the moment."

"Copy that. Coast guard has been advised and is sending a cutter if you have to put it down in the water."

"Copy that." I glanced at Lydia. "Throttle up."

"Raider 3 to Air Force One, your plane has been swept clean of the... uh... gremlins," one of the F-22 pilots, flying in formation with us, reported. "Be advised, you are missing the port elevator, and I see a lot of damage to your flaps. Good luck."

"Thank you, Raider 3."

Ten years of flying planes and training in simulators, and I'd never thought I'd actually have to worry about gremlins ripping my plane apart. If it wasn't for all my training, I would be falling apart right now. I glanced at my copilot; she was as pale-faced as I felt.

I keyed up the PA, and said to the passengers and my God, "We're heading to Anchorage for an emergency landing. It's twenty minutes out. We may be ditching in the ocean."

Things went relatively smoothly for the next ten minutes. My heart never once stopped hammering as my eyes kept checking the PFD and EICAS panels every second. My hands grew sore and my palms chaffed as I fought to keep the plane level. I could see the coast ahead. We were getting nearer and nearer to Anchorage.

To safety.

And then came a loud, shuddering clunk. Warning lights flashed above: fire in engine one. Lydia quickly pulled the fire extinguisher and feathered the engine. I couldn't take my hands off the yoke, or we'd pitch down into the ocean.

The last engine whined, damaged by those fucking gremlins. We slowed down. The whine seemed to grow worse and worse. "The intake fan blades must have been damaged," I muttered. "Maybe a piece of the wing had been sucked inside."

"Just has to last us another seven minutes," Lydia said. "We're almost there."

I nodded, watching the coast of Alaska grow larger and larger, the Alaska Range towering beyond, white and gray above the green forest. Then we crossed over land, coming closer and closer to safety at Anchorage.

Engine four gave one last, loud whine, then went silent. A deathly quiet stole over the cockpit for a heartbeat. The only sounds were the many warning alarms.

"Are we gliding?" Lydia asked.

"Yes. Pitch for glide," I ordered automatically.

Lydia reached for the hydraulic controls and extended the flaps, maximizing our wing surface as we glided towards the airport. It was all up to inertia now. If we had enough air speed we could make it to the airport.

Our altitude started dropping faster.

"There's the airport," Lydia reported.

I keyed the radio, "Air Force One to Anchorage Tower."

"We see you, Air Force One," the tower controller radioed. "You're coming in a little shallow. Recommended you throttle up a bit."

"We are deadstick, Anchorage." No engines, no power.

"Well... uh... good luck, Air Force One."

"Gears down," I ordered Lydia.

She hit the controls. Waited. "Gears down."

The ground was rushing up fast. The calm, monotone computer's voice announced our Above Ground Level: "500. 400. 300. 200."

I glanced at the PFD; our airspeed was 173 knots. Too fast. It would be a rough landing. Since we were coming in shallow, I wasn't sure if we would land on the runway, or in the grass before it, so I couldn't afford to slow down.

"Assume brace position," I ordered through the PA.

"100. 50. 40."

I flared the plane and we touched down hard, the yoke jerking in my grasp. We both flipped the air brakes while jamming down on the brake pedal. The plane squealed across the runway, tires smoking. The terminal grew larger and larger ahead.

My stomach tightened. We weren't slowing down enough. We didn't have the engines, so there were no reverse thrusters to help slow us down. And the end of the runway was coming up fast.

A loud, metallic, shearing sound shivered through the fuselage. The plane lurched suddenly to the left and off the runway. The plane's wheels hit the field. The front landing gear folded and the nose dropped, punching into the ground. Clods of dirt and grass flew up like the bow wave before a ship. Then we came to a shuddering stop.

"I think we're alive," Lydia breathed. She looked out her window. "Holy shit! Half the right wing sheared off."

I swallowed. That's why we lurched left. With only the left wing providing drag, it yanked us over hard. If the right wing had failed while we were still airborne, we would all have died. I let go of the yoke. My hands shook as I massaged my palms.

Off in the distance, sirens blared, rescue coming.

Chapter Three

Look upon the example of April and Violet, setting aside their petty grievance to love each other beneath our Living Gods' gaze.

--The Slave Chronicles 13:1

Mark Glassner - Mall Field, WA

The backup VIP plane touched down safely at Mall Field, a new airport built by the Army Core of Engineers. With Seattle fallen to Lilith, Boeing Field was in her hands and Sea-Tac lay too close, so we had this airport built where the South Hill Mall used to lay before being bulldozed down last December. Mary and I had claimed most of South Hill for the Theocracy, as our empire was being called, moving out the residents to new homes. We were pouring resources into building up the seat of our government. Mall Field was half completed; temporary buildings had been erected to serve as the hangar and terminals, and only one runway had been constructed so far.

No one was seriously injured in our crash landing at Anchorage. Within the hour, we were airborne on the backup plane, an almost identical version of Air Force One. It was part of the fleet of planes that traveled with me, ready in case something went wrong with the main plane. The remaining flight down to Washington State was, thankfully, uneventful.

"Mark!" Mary shouted, waddling towards me as fast as her pregnancy would allow from our limo.

The sight of her sent a new wave of life through me. I'd survived again. I returned from danger to my wife and our unborn daughter. I spread my arms wide and scooped her up with care, cautious of her round belly pressing against me. I feared hurting our unborn daughter. I kissed her and rested a hand on her belly. Mary's hand rested on mine.

Baby Chasity gave a kick.

"She's as excited to see you as I am," my wife laughed, breaking our kiss.

I smiled, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

The women traveling with me were greeted by their loved ones. Leah was wrapped up into a three-way hug with her spouses, Jacob and Rachel, and one of the maids hugged her husband who worked maintenance on our planes. Not wanting to split up couples, we found work for any of the maids' or other employees' spouses. Xiu embraced Korina warmly; the two sluts had become close in the last few months. Violet found her girlfriend Cindy, one of the maids who accompanied me. April watched the pair with a disgusted look on her face.

From what I'd gathered, Violet and April started dating last August, but it all fell apart in February when Violet was caught cheating on April with Cindy. Since then, April has spent many nights crying on Mary's lap.

The sluts who stayed behind bustled up to greet me. Jessica gave me a warm hug and a kiss, followed by April. Alison and Desiree weren't here so they must be out hunting down Warlocks. These days they only stopped in once every few weeks. Both women had changed, becoming more graceful, lean, and confident. But there was a hard edge to them. After Desiree's rape by Brandon last September, both had a bitter hatred of other Warlocks.

"Welcome back, Master," Violet smiled, pointedly ignoring April, and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"Thank you," I grinned, stroking down to grip her ass.

"Let's get you home, Mark," my wife said, a motherly protectiveness lurking in her eyes.

"Definitely, Mare," I told her.

Mary, the sluts, and I piled into the back of one of our armored limos. My wife cuddled up next to me while April and Violet, shooting each other dirty glances, sat as far apart as possible. I sighed, getting tired of their constant sniping. I wanted my sluts to love each other. "April, Violet."

"Yes, Master," they said almost in unison. Then they glared at each other.

"I want you two to sit next to each other."

"Yes, Master." Both had a sullen tone and neither looked pleased as the sluts rearranged themselves.

I glared at them both. "Now, you both are slut-sisters, and it's time you forgave each other."

"Why do I need to forgive her?" April said, pain in her eyes, her bushy hair sweeping about her shoulders. "She cheated on me!"

Violet flinched and said, her voice quiet, "I'm sorry. It's just there's something really special about Cindy. I didn't want to hurt you or disappoint you. I still care about you."

"Whatev," April muttered, rolling her eyes.

"April, she can't help whom she falls in love with," Mary said gently, sounding like a mother talking to two children. "You'll meet someone special and understand. I've seen the way Hayfa looks at you." Hayfa was one of Willow's nurses, a willowy Arab woman who made the most delightful moans when she orgasmed.

April glanced at Violet and sighed. "Fine, I'm sorry for being a bitch to you."

"And I'm really sorry for the pain I caused you," Violet answered. "I just... I didn't want to disappoint you, but I ended up making it worse."

"I think you two should kiss," I said.

* * *

April Lovel

Part of me wanted to rebel against my Master's commands. It was bad enough apologizing to Violet, but to kiss her? She ripped out my heart. I loved her so much, and she was seeing the maid behind my back for months. Telling me she loved me while really doting on that cunt, Cindy.

And now Master wanted me to kiss her.

But his gaze was stern. And Mistress watched. I promised to obey him. He gave me the choice to be free once. I decided to stay. I was his slave. So I turned to April. Violet had such a cute look on her young face. She reached out and stroked my bushy, brown hair. I shuddered as her touch moved to my cheek. She stroked down to my chin, gripped it, and leaned her lips closer.

A strange welter of emotions bubbled through me. All the times we kissed before everything went wrong, all the times we'd made love, held each other. All those giddy feelings she stirred in me in the past rippled through me. Her lips drifted closer.

Then touched mine.

I stiffened at the feel of her lips. I squeezed my hands tight on my lap. Violet worked her lips, sighing softly as she kissed me. I shuddered, my heart beating faster and faster. This was what Master wanted. I was pleasing him by kissing her.

Even if she was a cheating slut, she was Master's cheating slut.

I relaxed into her kiss, my mouth moving against hers. I sighed, tilting my head, our kiss growing deeper and deeper. I felt Master and Mistress watching me along with the other sluts. They all smiled, watching the two schoolgirls kiss.

We must look so cute and sexy.

After another minute, we broke our kiss. I licked my lips, tasting her on me. I stared at her, trembling, my stomach clenching. I had to know. I had to understand. So I asked, "Did you ever love me, Violet?"

"I thought I did, but then I met Cindy," Violet answered, a smile blossoming on her lips. It felt nice seeing that smile again. "Whenever I saw her, my heart would thud so loud, and whenever we're apart I would think about her. I was happy just being in her presence. We didn't have to be making love, or even talking; just being in the same room was enough. Then I realized I just lusted for you, April."

"Wow," I said, my eyes widening. I examined my own emotions. I wanted Violet. I loved eating her pussy and feeling her lick mine. She was so cute and sexy, but... Did I miss her when I was working on my Gospel or other writing projects? When we were parted, I missed her in my bed. But did I miss her company of the pleasure she gave me? "That sound so intense."

"It is," Violet answered. "It's like she...um..."

"She completes you?" Mistress asked. She gave Master a fond smile which he returned.

"Yeah," Violet grinned. "I know it sounds kinda corny, but she does complete me."

"Wow," I said. And... It didn't hurt so much. It made sense. She found someone who gave her what I couldn't. And maybe... Maybe I should move on. Hayfa did make me tingle. Maybe...

"Now that you two have made up," Master said. "Show me just how much you love each other."

"Yes, Master," Violet said and then gave me a wicked grin.

I shuddered as her hands shot to my white blouse. Her fingers worked with deft skill, unbuttoning my blouse swiftly--I was dressed as a naughty schoolgirl as usual--and exposed my round breasts and dark nipples.

I shuddered as Violet cupped my milk-laden breasts. I was sore but held off on nursing my daughter today, letting one of the wet nurses feed her. I wanted to have milk for Master. Violet's finger caressed my right nipple. I gasped, creamy milk beading the nub as a tingle raced through my body.

"Yum," Violet purred as she lowered her head.

And latched onto my nipple.

I shuddered as the schoolgirl nursed my sweet, motherly delight from my breast. I shuddered each time my nipple throbbed. It squirted into her mouth, shooting through her and making me whimper. My eyes rolled back into my head at the amazing suction.

"Oh, yes!" I sighed, grabbing Violet's pigtails and loving her embrace.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mistress rub Master's dick before she reached across him and grasped Xiu's nipple piercing. She yanked the Asian slut towards Master's shaft. Xiu gasped and smiled, then sucked my cock into her lips.

Master gave Mistress a grateful kiss--she always liked to see that Master received his satisfaction--before he turned his attention back to Violet and me. He had such a naughty grin on his eyes as he watched his two schoolgirl sluts.

I had to please him. To make him happy. I had annoyed him with my pointless fighting with Violet. She was my fellow slut. We were both sex slaves, equals. We shouldn't fight. Not when we existed to please our Masters.

"She's sucking so hard, Master," I purred as I unknotted Violet's blouse. She had tied her tails beneath her tits, leaving her stomach bare. Like me, she was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. "She's hungry for it."

"Yes, she is," Master said, his eyes watching with such interest as I exposed Violet's breasts.

Her tits were still tiny despite giving birth. They hadn't swelled up two cup sizes during her pregnancy like mine had. But she still lactated, producing as much milk as I did. I squeezed them, feeling her hot delight bead her nipples and stain my fingers.

Violet purred as I fingered her nubs, squeezing them and massaging her mother's milk into the hard nipples. That made her suck hard on my nubs, nursing with such hunger. My breast milk squirted into her mouth. She gulped down my cream.

"Oh, yes, Violet," I moaned, squirming, my pussy growing wetter and wetter with every hungry suck.

Then, like she could read my mind, her hand rested on my leg. I shivered as she slid up it. Her touch was hot, caressing me. She moved farther and farther up my leg, reaching the hem of my red-and-green tartan skirt.

And slipped beneath it.

Her fingers walked up my thigh, coming closer and closer to my snatch. I spread my legs wider, my pussy growing so hot. I moaned, the sounds mixing with Xiu sucking on Master's cock. He watched me shudder and groan as Violet found my pussy.

And jammed two fingers into my snatch.

"Violet," I groaned in delight, my pussy squeezing down on her probing fingers.

It felt so wonderful feeling her fingers pump in and out of my pussy. I trembled, my snatch clenching down on her as she plundered them over and over into me. I whimpered and squirmed. My breasts jiggled. Her eyes stared at me with such hunger.

I craved something more from her. I seized her pigtail and pulled her mouth from my nipple. She released it, not fighting me. I brought her delicate lips to mine. I kissed her, tasting my own creamy breast milk.

And then she gave me a wonderful surprise.

She shoved her tongue into my mouth. My eyes widened as I tasted my own breast milk. My tongue swirled with hers. Such wicked sensations trembled through me as we passed my creamy treat back and forth, the delight trickling down our chins.

"Damn, I love watching one woman taste her own breast milk on another woman's lips," groaned Master, Xiu sucking noisily at his dick. "So fucking hot. I almost came in Xiu's mouth."