The Devil's Pact Pt. 03

Mary giggled at me, and leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Nice cum?.

"Yeah," I smiled, pulling my cock out of Lillian's wet and dripping cunt.

"Slut, clean your Master's dick," Mary ordered, snapping her fingers at Alison.

"Yes, Mistress!" Alison moaned, and dropped to her knees, and licked all the pussy juices off my cock, then she tucked my dick into my pants, zipped me up, and looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me.

I stroked her pink hair. "You did good, slut."

Tension melted out of her and her smile was almost as beautiful as Mary's.

"Grab our bags, slut," Mary ordered. Alison leaped to obey. "And walk behind us."

"Yes, Mistress."

I wondered what other fun we were going to get up to at the mall today?

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Lillian Franks

I watched enviously as Alison trailed after Mark and Mary like a slutty puppy. Part of me wanted to go with her and be their sex slave. I could only imagine all the fun we'd get into. I wanted to ask, but if he had really wanted me, he would have said so.

"That was wild," Anne breathed, her face smeared with pussy juices.

"Lean over," I told her.

She did, and I kissed her, tasting Mary's cunt--sweet and spicy.

"I can't believe I went down on a customer in the changing room," Anne giggled. "But she tasted great."

"You should have been out here," I smiled. "He must have pumped four loads of cum into my pussy. Good thing I remembered to take the pill this morning."

"You slut!" Anne giggled. "They are a wild pair. He's so commanding. There's something special about him."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I bet we'll be hearing all about him."

"I just hope they come back," Anne sighed. "I would let him do anything to me."

"Me, too," I sighed. "Alison's one lucky slut."

Ann nodded. "So, you're going to that club tonight..."

I laughed. "Are you more into women now?"

"Mary was very persuasive."

Chapter Five

After the Living God unleashed his message of love upon the Best Buy, He and His Goddess set their sights upon the repressed South Hill Mall. There they spread Their message to all who were receptive. Aurora numbered among those that heard Their Holy Words and took to heart Their lessons.

--First book of Vivian 4:35-36

Mark Glassner

Mary directed us through the mall, our new sex-slave, Alison, trailing behind us. "You seem to be taking to this slave-thing well," I told Mary.

"Well, Shannon, my older sister, used to like to boss me and Missy around," Mary explained, "and I hated it."

"Revenge by proxy, then?"

Mary nodded.

"Why not the real thing then? Say the word, and Shannon could be your very own slave."

Mary blushed. "My own sister," she whispered, mortified.

"Or not, I'm more than happy with Alison."

Mary bit her lip. "You wouldn't ever, you know, mess with my sisters."

I hesitated. Watching sisters would be so hot, and I could only imagine how beautiful Mary's two sisters were. But I could tell she wasn't comfortable with it. "Only with your permission. I promise."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

Mary led us to The Secret Treasure and I grinned at her, loving that naughty gleam in her green eyes as we walked into the lingerie store.

"I want to put on a modeling show for you," Mary giggled as we entered the store. "Slut can help."

"I would love to, Mistress."

"Hi, welcome to The Secret Treasure," a young woman, her hair dyed dark-blue, smiled. "I'm Aurora."

"Hi, I'm Mark," I greeted, my eyes falling down to her large breasts on display in a low-cut, lacy blouse. "And this is my girlfriend, Mary."

"She's is delicious, Mark," Mary purred and Aurora frowned.

"Well, um, what can I do for you."

"Are you working here alone?"

"No. Heather's with me." She said Heather's name very loud, almost shouting it, attracting an older woman, lush and beautiful, in her thirties.

"Can I help you?" Heather asked, her lovely face framed by strawberry-blonde hair. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, setting off her doll's face, and I couldn't help but admire the pair of large, round tits straining her gray blouse.

"You will do whatever Mary or I command," I told them. "No matter how kinky, okay."

"Yes, sir," purred Aurora, her cheeks going pink.

Heather nodded, "I think we can do that."

"Close the store," Mary ordered. "Then grab that divan and move it over there, facing the changing room."

"For the modeling show?"

She nodded at me, a naughty smile playing on her lips.

Heather and Aurora herded the other customers out. None were as attractive as the two salesgirls, so I didn't expand our fun. Mary and Alison began browsing the shelves, grabbing wispy clothing and giggling to each other. The security gate came down, closing the store off, and Heather and Aurora walked over, both a little nervous.

"Relax," I told them, my cock straining my pants. "It'll be okay. We're just going to have some fun."

"Okay," Aurora sighed and a smile crossed her face.

"I think we have found some sexy outfits," Mary giggled. "Sit on the divan, Mark. And you two," she pointed at the salesgirls, "give him a sexy striptease."

"Yes, Miss," Heather nodded as Mary and Alison disappeared into the changing rooms.

I sat on the divan and smiled at the two women as they swayed and danced before me. There was no music for them to strip to, and both women were obviously novices at performing a striptease, but their beautiful asses--Aurora's in a tight pair of jeans, a red, whaletail thong peaking out the back, and Heather in a tight, black miniskirt--waving in my face made up for a lot.

"You wanna see our tits?" purred Heather.

"Hell, yeah!" I grinned, rubbing my crotch.

They turned around, their hips swaying, and pulled their tops over their heads in unison. Heather wore no bra, and her heavy tits bounced out, her right nipple pierced by a gold ring. Her nipples were dark, set in the center of wide areolas.

"You like my tits, baby," she purred, pinching her left nipple.

"Yeah," I smiled, and reached out and tugged on her piercing. She cooed, her blue eye squeezing shut.

"How about mine?" asked Aurora.

She wore a strapless bra that barely covered her areolas and pushed up her large breasts. She reached behind her, and her bra fell away, revealing a pair of large, fleshy tits. She walked forward, bending down, and rubbed them on my face. She smelled of lavender and rose and I sucked a brown nipple into my mouth before she danced away.

"Tease," I groaned, and she giggled, flashing me a smile.

Heather wiggled her ass in my face, her miniskirt unzipped and sliding down her hips. I wasn't surprised to see she wore no panties, and her cunt was shaved and glistening. What was the point at working in a lingerie shop if you didn't wear any?

"All the guys love my ass," Heather cooed.

"I bet they do." I reached out, goosing her cheek--she giggled, shaking that wonderful butt at me.

Aurora had a difficult time getting her jeans off, they were so tight, and Heather had to help her, kneeling down and working those tight pants off her perfect thighs. Her red thong dug into her pussy, exposing a beautiful cameltoe. She grinned at me, then whipped off her panties. Her pussy was gorgeous, tight slit and dripping wet.

"We are a pair of hot bitches," Heather purred, pressing her groin into Aurora's ass.

"Yes we are!" giggled Aurora, wiggling her ass into her coworker's groin, then she smiled at me and asked, "Are we making you happy? Are we turning you on?"

"Why don't you pull out my cock and see how hard you've made me."

"Sound's fun," Heather purred, her hands sliding up and down on Aurora's stomach.

They broke apart and sat on the bench, one on each side of me, and fished my cock out of my pants, stroking it while I took turns making out with each woman. The two women smelled divine and intoxicating; their hands sent pleasure shivering through me as they fisted my cock. I captured Aurora's nipple between my lips, sucking hard on the nub.

"Ta-da!" Mary announced.

I released the nipple to see Mary sauntering out, modeling a white, strapless bra with the cups covered in delicate, lilac lace and a matching pair of lilac panties also trimmed in lace. Lilac garters held up thigh-high lilac stockings. She walked before us as if she was on a runway, strutting forward then turning to give us all a good look.

"Looking hot!" Heather cheered.

"Work that ass, girl," clapped Aurora.

"Goddamn, you are one hot filly!" I moaned, then whistled between my fingers.

Mary beamed turning and posing with her pantied-clad ass pointed right at us. Aurora reached out and gave her a light slap right on her plump cheeks; Mary giggled and spun away, her auburn hair flashing about her head.

Then Alison stepped out, dressed in a bustier with black lace running up the bodice, matching panties, and sheer, white stalkings held up by garters. She strutted before us, a more aggressive and sexually charged walk compared to Mary's more graceful stride.

"Dynamite!" giggled Aurora. "Work those hips. Umm, that's it!"

"She has a pair of tits," moaned Heather. "And pierced nipple. Naughty slut!"

"Thank you!" Alison purred, shaking her tits at us. "I am a slut, and proud of it!"

"Yes, you are!" Mary smiled and smacked her ass. "Come on, next outfits.

Giggling, Mary and Alison went back into the changing room. My cock ached after their display; I needed satisfaction. So I pushed Heather down to the floor. She sucked my cock into her mouth, warm and wet, her teeth gently caressing my cock's sensitive head.

"What a whore," I moaned as she bobbed her head on my cock, pleasure rolling through me.

Aurora pulled my face to hers and kissed me, her tongue wiggling into my mouth and I groped her heavy tit, rolling a fat nipple between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, enjoying the nipple play.

Heather popped her mouth off my cock. "Umm, I want to wrap my babies around your shaft!"

My dick glistening with her saliva, Heather piled her big breasts around my cock, sandwiching my dick in their pillowy softness. Squeezing her tits around my cock, she slid them up and down. Her skin was smooth as silk, and her mouth would kiss the tip on the down stroke, teasing my cock with her wet tongue.

Mary and Alison came out in their next outfits. Mary wore a matching bra and thong made of gray lace, her dusky areolas peeking out through gaps in the fabric. The thong matched the bra, made of the same wisps of gray lace that barely hid her pussy. She looked so hot that I groaned and shot my cum on Heather's face and tits. Heather gasped in surprise, licking spunk off her lips, then smiled up at me.

"Don't just stand there, slut," Mary barked, slapping Alison's ass hard, "lick up your Master's cum off that whore!"

"Yes, Mistress," Alison moaned, almost flying across the room in her haste to lick my semen off Heather's large breasts and face. She was clad in a black, babydoll nightgown, trimmed in pink lace, and a matching pair of transparent panties.

Mary smacked Alison's pantied-clad ass again. "Good, little sluts always lick their Master's cum up immediately! No matter where they find it!"

"Absolutely, Mistress," Alison answered as Mary smacked her ass a third time.

Mary returned to the dressing room to change, leaving Alison busy cleaning Heather's face and tits. Alison spent a good deal of time making sure her areolas and nipples were sucked clean of cum, while Aurora lazily stroked my cock.

I loved watching my little slut lick up my spunk. It's what she was born to do.

"What a dirty whore," Aurora giggled.

"Umm, but she knows how to suck titties!" Heather smiled.

"You're never going to meet a whore dirtier than me," Alison purred.

My cock quickly hardened, and I waggled my dick at Aurora. She nodded, and the salesgirl slipped down and sucked it into her mouth. I moaned, enjoying her blowjob as Alison moved lower and lower down Heather's body, then buried her face in Heather's pussy. I didn't think any of my cum landed there, but I couldn't complain if Alison wanted to do a thorough job.

It was sexy as hell!

"Eat my pussy, slut!" Heather gasped. "Oh, my god! I haven't had a woman go down on me since college!"

"I see things are progressing," Mary giggled, stepping out in a sexy, pink babydoll slip. The bodice cupped her breasts in delicate fabric while sheer, pink silk fell down across her stomach ending at a pair matching, lacy panties. She looked as innocent as a schoolgirl and as sexy as a stripper. She did her runway walk and I whistled at her.

"God, you're beautiful," I moaned as Aurora deep-throated my cock.

"Thanks." Mary sat down next to me and spread her legs. "Slut, eat my pussy!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Alison panted, pulling away from Heather's cunt.

Our slut knelt before my girlfriend and pushed her panties to the side, diving into Mary's wet cunt, eating her pussy out with passion. Heather moaned in disappointment, then furiously masturbated, her fingers flying across her clit.

"Eat my pussy, slut!" Mary gasped. "Oh, Mark. Thank you for keeping her! She's perfect! Oh, my god! That tongue stud of hers! Holy shit! It does wild things to your pussy!"

I smiled at her, and stroked her face as we were pleasured by a pair of sluts. "I love you, Mare."

She smiled, leaned to me and we kissed as Aurora blew me and Alison devoured her. My hand found Mary's tit encased in the soft silk of the slip, and rubbed and squeezed. We came together, hugging each other tightly, filling our whores' mouths with our cum and juices.

"Oh, god," Mare sighed, resting her head on my shoulder. "I love you."

Some of my jizz had spilled out of Aurora's mouth and Alison wasted no time in licking it off her face, the two sluts tongues wrapping about each other. Alison purred, her hands exploring Aurora's body. My cock throbbed, still hard.

"Do you still need satisfaction," Mary purred, her fingers stroking my hard cock.

"Always from you," I grinned and pulled Mary onto my lap.

Her legs straddled my hips; the soft, cool silk of her panties rubbed on my dick as I captured her lips in a kiss. I stared deep into Mary's emerald eyes as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and sank her cunt down onto my cock.

"I love you," she moaned again, fucking me slowly. "I love you! I love you!"

"My naughty filly!" I groaned. "Ride your stallion! I love you so much!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.

I pulled her bodice down, popping a freckled tit out and sucked it greedily into my mouth. I gripped her ass through her silk panties, feeling it flex beneath my fingers as she writhed on my shaft. Her arms cradled my head to her breast, holding me as I suckled on her nipple and areola. I loved it. She was tight and wet, silk ecstasy on my dick.

Mary's hips begin to move with a faster urgency, her breath coming in low pants. The walls of her cunt were fire on my cock, fanning my desire. "Cum with me, Mare," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers. "Cum with me!"

"Yes, yes," Mary panted. She was fucking hard and fast now, hips swiftly rotating as she danced on my cock, and ground her clit into my groin. "I'm almost there! Oh, God, I'm there!"

Her cunt clenched about my cock as she sat down, burying me all the way to her womb as she came. Her lips found mine and we kissed and my body tensed, pleasure bursting in my balls, and I spilled my seed deep inside her. For a singular, perfect moment we were one. Mary kissed me, breathing in my soul, as we held each other in the afterglow of our pleasure.

On the floor, the other girls moaned and panted as they fucked each other, crying out as they made each other cum. They lapped at wet cunts and sucked at hard nipples, exploring every erogenous zone the ladies had. Mary slid off my lap and cuddled up next to me. Her legs were spread, my cum oozing through the silk panties. Alison was on us in seconds, licking the cum off my cock as we dozed on the couch, lazily watching Heather and Aurora slip into a sixty-nine and devoured each other.

"I love you," I whispered to Mary, and kissed her as our slut licked her cunt clean of my cum.

Chapter Six

The Adversary has a thousand tendrils poking into the soul of mankind, sprouting like weeds. We are merely the gardeners. We cannot stop the weeds from sprouting, we can only rip them from the soil before too much harm is done.

----excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

Idelle flushed the toilet, then wiped my pussy for me. I was still bound and gagged, but Natalee had saw my fidgeting and didn't want me "pissing on the couch like a dirty bitch." Just one more humiliation I had to endure to accomplish my mission. The black girl took a firm grip of my bound wrists, and marched me back into the living room.

Idelle curled up on the couch, pulled my head back down, and resumed stroking my hair like I was her cat. She was a sweet girl, and I tried to remember that she was a Warlock's Thrall, because I wanted to rip her tongue out. She just would not shut up.

"Tex loves it when you just lick the tip of his cock," she told me. "He has the best cock, did I tell you that?"

Yeah. A thousand times! I screamed into my gag.

"I know! You can't wait. Once Tex has you sorted out, we'll be the best of friends. I'll lick your pussy, and you'll lick mine. And we'll cum and cum. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

The door opened. Idelle squealed. Tex was home.

Thank God.

My head slid off her lap as she leaped to her feet and bounced against the couch cushion. I heard a sloppy kiss. The three girls that went with him--Mable, Paloma, and Kimberlee--walked around the couch and all smiled down at me. Mable grabbed my shoulders and sat me upright.

"Aren't you just the prettiest thing?" she smiled. "Are you going to be our new wife?"

She had a warm soul. I would see her freed and reunited with her husband.

"How was your day?" Natalee asked in the background.

"Just fine," he answered. Their kiss was even sloppier than the one Idelle had bestowed. "And how'd yours go?" His voice was surprisingly tender with her.

"I have a surprise for you," Natalee answered, sounding like a loving wife. How could they sound so normal?

"I see that." Another kiss. "What'd I ever do to land such a wonderful woman like you."

"Just lucky," she laughed.

It disturbed me how much they loved each other. He was a vile Warlock, and yet she seemed fine with all his disgusting behavior. Of course, she didn't seem to have any problems forcing me to eat her pussy. But to hear them sound so...normal with each other; I shuddered. If their house wasn't full of naked women that worshiped him, they'd just be a regular couple that had been married for more than a few years, comfortable in their love.

It made me sick. If they had that intimacy, why would they need to pollute it with this vileness?

"C'mon, meet the new girl," Natalee purred, pulling Tex around the couch.

He was muscled like a middle-aged woman's wet dream, combined with a chiseled chin, strong nose, and piercing, brown eyes that almost made me swoon, and I knew what sort of monster he was. I pushed down my lust, and let some of my fear bubble up, shifting on the couch away from him. If I was getting out of this mess, I'd need to play my part perfectly.

"Well, well," Tex mused, eyeing me like a horse breeder examining a broodmare. "Where'd you rustle her up?"

"She wandered into the house," Natalee shrugged. "Dressed like that. I didn't ask why, but I did enjoy her pretty mouth."

"And?"

"She sucks a mean pussy."

Tex chuckled, then grabbed my hair, hauling me up. I shrieked in pain, muffled by the dishtowel, then his strong hands grasped my chin and forced me to look deep into his eyes. They were a deep brown, and so deep that I wanted to get lost in--