The Devil's Pact Pt. 14

I reached around and unbuckled Anna's pants and pulled them and her white panties down off her butt. Her ass was firm, round, and white as snow. What a fine ass. I had to fuck it. I gave her butt a hard slap as I lined up my cock up to her sphincter. Anna gasped in pain as my cock plunged into her asshole.

"You love it up the ass," I commanded Anna as I drew my cock back.

"Oh, fuck her ass, Mark," Mary cooed and then bent over and kissed Anna's cum-stained lips, licking up cum. "Umm, fuck her hard, stallion."

I didn't need to be told twice and pounded away at the slut's ass. Her moans of pain transformed into gasps of pleasure as my command took root in her mind. She shuddered, her hips rocking in rhythm to my plunging cock.

"Yes, I love it up the ass!" she gasped. "You're so right! Oh, wow! Oh, fuck my ass, sir!"

Her hand slid down and her ass clenched on my cock as she diddled her clit. I groaned, my balls swaying as I enjoyed the tight warmth of her ass. She felt so amazing on my cock as I plunged in and out, a velvety sheath that squeezed my cock.

Pleasure rippled around my shaft. Our flesh slapped together as the other employee wrapped up our subs in wax paper. I groaned, the tip of my cock aching. Every time I bottomed out in her ass, she let out a gasp. When I pulled back, she moaned, eager for me to thrust it in hard all over again.

"Oh, this slut is eating my cunt so well," Mary panted. "Oh, Danko, you should be so proud of your wife. She's going to want pussy now. Once a woman gets a taste of cunt, they'll always crave it. I bet if you're a good husband she'll even share some of the pussy she's going to gets with you."

"Oh, I would love that," CeeCee purred from beneath Mary's skirt. "I could eat her cunt and you could fuck my snatch!"

"I'll be the best husband," Danko panted, rubbing his bulge, "if you'll bring other women to our bed."

"Fuck my ass!" Anna chanted as I plumbed her bowels. "Fuck me! Fuck my naughty ass!"

"Oh, yes, CeeCee, keep sucking my clit! Oh yes, oh yes! You fucking lesbian slut, I'm going to flood your face with my tasty girl-cum! Yes, yes, keep doing that!"

"I can't believe how good this feels!" Anna panted. "I never knew ass fucking was this amazing! Fuck, I'm gonna cum with a dick up my ass! Jesus Christ this feel so good!"

"Do it, slut!" gasped Mary. "Cum on my horny stallion's cock!"

Mary's eyes met mine, and I grinned at her, my balls throbbing. "Cum on that slut's face, Mare. Drown her with your pussy juices!"

"Yes!" she hissed.

"I'm cumming!" screamed Anna.

Anna's velvety ass clenched hard on my cock as she came, her bowels rippling about my shaft. I slammed in harder, pushing her against the counter as she gasped and moaned. The pressure grew in my balls. I groaned, burying into her ass.

"You're a fucking anal slut!" I growled as I flooded her bowels with my spunk.

"Cream her ass good!" Mary howled. I knew that pitch of her voice. She was about to cum. Her face scrunched up, and her auburn hair tossed about her head as she gasped and moaned. Her bare breasts rose and jiggled.

I loved watching my naughty filly cum.

"Yes!" she screamed as her body heaved. She bucked hard as her orgasm burned through her body. She shuddered and moaned before she went rigid. Then she relaxed and purred, "That's a good slut."

"Wow," CeeCee gasped, appearing from beneath the table.

"I bet you're horny again," Mary giggled.

CeeCee nodded. "So horny."

"Take your husband into the bathroom and make him lick your pussy. If he does a good job, you can take care of his hard cock," giggled Mary.

"Do a good job," I ordered Danko as his wife hopped to her feet.

CeeCee had a big smile on her pussy-smeared face as she pulled Danko to the bathroom.

"Lick my cock clean, slut," I groaned as I pulled my dick out of Anna's ass.

"Yes, sir." Anna knelt and licked my dirty cock clean.

Mary smiled. "Horny stallion." She paid for our subs and the other employee began cleaning up the kitchen as Anna cleaned my cock. "Let's eat. I need to get going."

I pulled my cock away from Anna. "Go back to work, but don't clean up," I grinned.

I sat down on the hard chair at the small table. CeeCee's moans echoed through the sub shop as Mary and I enjoyed our sandwiches. Anna went back to work, her face stained with my drying cum, the seat of her pants slowly growing wetter as my cum leaked out of her ass. As customers walked in, they all would give her the strangest looks, but no one would say anything to her.

"What a nasty slut," a woman whispered to her friend as they walked out of the store.

"God, I'd love to cream her face," a guy joked to his buddy.

"Why would she want your small dick when she could have my hard, twelve inches?" the guys buddy retorted.

The first guy snorted. "Twelve centimeters, maybe."

Anna's face was red with humiliation and I could see tears gathering in her eyes as the customer comments shamed her. My dick was growing hard as she wiped away a tear while struggling to cut a sandwich.

"What a fucking disgusting slut," a guy laughed as he walked away. My cock throbbed. Making her work covered in my cum was hot. But it wasn't enough. My cock almost erupted at the dirty thought that popped into my head.

I stood up and walked behind the counter.

"Mark," Mary groaned.

"This won't take long, hun."

She sighed.

"Take your shirt off, Anna," I ordered, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.

She pulled her green polo off, exposing a red bra cupping a nice pair of breasts. I drew my cock out. "Jerk me off onto those titties, slut."

"Yes, sir," she said.

She spat in her palm and her soft hand stroked my cock. She quickly pumped me, aiming my cock at her bra-clad tits. I was so aroused from my nasty idea that it only took four pumps of her fist before I was spewing my ropy semen on her tits and bra. It ran in gooey lines down onto her stomach, towards her pants.

"You're going to work the rest of your shift with no shirt on," I told her as my pleasure buzzed through my veins. "Let everyone see just how much of a slut you are. If any guy wants to add to the cum, charge him ten bucks. For twenty, they can fuck your cunt."

"Yes, sir," Anna said, standing up, more tears forming.

"You love this," I told her. "No matter how humiliating it is, you love it. You get off on the shame like a fucking cum-loving whore."

She wiped away her tears, her cheeks burning bright. "Okay, sir. You...might be right."

I winked at her before glancing at the other worker, "Don't interfere with her side job."

He grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, sir. I got a twenty in my wallet for her."

Another customer walked in and gaped at the girl. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. "What kinda whore are you? 'Cause I got a big load in my pants for you, dearie."

"Ten dollars, if you want to cum on me," she said in shame even as her hips shifted with arousal.

The guy hooted with excited laughter. I would have loved to stay and watch, but Mary was impatient to go.

Chapter Five

Jordan: I'm happy to be joined by our intrepid investigative reporter Jessica St. Pierre.

Jessica: Thanks, Jordan. I'm glad to be here.

Jordan: I think everyone watching is eager to view your interview with the infamous Mark Glassner that has been causing quite the stir, particularly after this morning's botched FBI raid and your interview with Agent Peterson.

Jessica: It was a fascinating morning.

Jordan: So what was it like interviewing the man at the center of all the chaos in South Hill?

Jessica: An amazing experience. That's all I'll say for now. It'll air at 5 PM. The world will finally get to meet Mark Glassner and his fiancee.

--excerpt from KIRO 7 newscast, June 13th, 2013

Mary Sullivan

Mark slipped his arm around me while I shook my head in amusement at the crying, aroused slut. The excited customer was walking behind the counter with a ten clutched in his fist. There was a part of me that wanted to stay and watch the girl's degradation.

I wanted to film it and play it for all the world to see. God, I was turning into a freak. I loved it. My pussy was dripping wet. I was eager to see Alice and play with her. She would make me cum and cum.

"Let's go, hun," I purred. "Alice is waiting."

"Yeah," Mark sighed, clearly disappointed. His jaw was tight. He must have really wanted to stay and watch. I'd have to think of a way to make it up to him. Something kinky and depraved.

It was a sunny, warm day when we stepped out of the sub shop. A nice breeze blew and I could see Puget Sound twinkling in the distance, looking so blue and cool as the sun shimmered on its surface. The lovely sight was ruined by Dr. Willow's warning echoing through my mind.

"So, what are we going to do about STD's?" I asked as we walked back to my Mustang. What if that Anna had some disease? Or CeeCee? I just fingered her snatch."

"I don't know," Mark answered. "I don't think I want to start wearing a condom."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, there's definitely something to be said about warm cum squirting inside you."

"Maybe there's a spell," Mark suggested. "Lilith said there were many spells out there, not just the two she told us about."

We separated so I could walk around the car and get in. Mark started his Mustang up, the engine purring. That wasn't a bad idea. I hated having to speak to Lilith. The demoness was dangerous. She almost killed Mark last night when he fucked her. She was a succubus, and she had tried to drain his life force while we were all caught up in the intoxication of her presence.

I took a deep breath. "Lilith," I called out as Mark pulled away from the curb.

I gritted my teeth, prepared to fight the waves of lust as Lilith appeared in the car. My nipples tented my blouse as Mark's cock bulged in his pants. A hot, exciting musk swept through the car, electrifying my body. The scent was pure lust, and it set my blood on fire. Lilith sat in the back seat, a shear, red dress clung to her curvy body, and I wanted to attack her.

It took all my self-control to stay put.

"Yes, Mistress?" Lilith purred.

"Is there a spell that we can perform to make us immune to STD's?" I asked.

"Oh yes, and its an easy one," Lilith said with a laugh. "Just deflower a virgin. Her purity will guard you against any STD's. When you break her hymen, say, 'Bathuwlah,' and you'll gain your immunity. Plus, once you've used the Ritual of Zimmah and bound your Thralls to you, they'll get the immunity as well."

I frowned. The Ritual of Zimmah was performed by fucking your parent. Since I was a woman, I would have to fuck my father, not that I had any Thralls. None of my powers went that far. But Mark's Mind Control power did. He had to fuck his mother to perform the ritual and protect our sluts from another nun.

"I thought Zimmah was only to make my Thralls immune to a nun's power," Mark said.

"Yeah," I nodded, struggling to think through Lilith's lust.

"The Ritual of Zimmah binds the Thrall to your life force. One of its side effects makes your Thrall immune to any other person's control. It also keeps them young and beautiful. Of course, when you die, they'll die." Lilith frowned. "Didn't I explain this to you?"

"No," I shuddered, my pussy was on fire.

"Oh, well," she shrugged. "Is there anything else you require, Mistress? Perhaps you would like to use your last boon?"

The tone of her voice shivered through me. Did she know what I desired deep inside me?

"No, you can go, Lilith," I dismissed, fear beating at my heart. I sighed in relief when she was gone. "I don't trust her."

"Yeah," Mark muttered. "I can see the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me. Like she just wants to crush me. I'll be glad once you've made your last boon. Then she can go back to hell or wherever the fuck she's from."

"Maybe I should just use the last boon, you know, get it over with." Before I do something stupid.

Mark didn't answer for a moment, his jaw tightening. "What if we run into another nun problem?" Mark pointed out. "Her boon is a safety net for us. Beside, she can't do anything to us, anyways. She's under your power."

"What about last night, Mark? You passed out." Fear clenched at my stomach. "She tried to kill you."

"Well, I know I shouldn't fuck her again," Mark grinned.

Didn't he care how serious this was? "It's not funny, Mark," I huffed, glaring at him. "She's dangerous."

"You have her under control," Mark reassured. "Everything will be fine."

I bit her lip. Mark was right. "Fine, I won't use the boon...for now."

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary fell silent, biting her lip in worry. Fucking Lilith. I didn't want to think about the demoness and her hatred. We needed her. And she couldn't do anything to us. But I hated the silence in the car, so I cranked the radio and let the music flow over me as I drove.

I drove down the hill at hopped on 705, zipping down the freeway past downtown Tacoma back to I-5. I merged onto the interstate and headed south. Traffic flowed fast, and in ten minutes we were getting onto Highway 512. I took the Pacific Avenue exit in Parkland and headed right.

By the time we reached the Blue Spruce motel a few minutes later, Mary had relaxed and was smiling again. The motel was a U-shaped, dingy motel, the walls painted a fading sky-blue. I pulled into the parking lot.

"Okay, have fun," I said, trying to keep my bitterness out of my tone. I really didn't like the excited glint in her eyes. All her worry about Lilith had been melted away by her eagerness to see Alice, her lover.

"I will," she purred, her voice husky.

What was between Mary and Alice. I knew she loved me, but...it made me nervous.

"So, you guys will be there at 5 pm so we can buy the houses on the block?" I asked, my voice hoarse as my mouth went dry.

"Yeah, we'll also go look for some medical space on the way," Mary said. "I love you."

"Love you, too," I said.

Mary bent down and kissed me.

As she turned away, I wanted to ask her to blow off seeing her lover. I wanted to spend the afternoon with her. But I didn't. She was excited to see her friend. I swallowed my words as she jogged off to the manager's office, an eager sway to her steps. Jealousy stabbed at my hammering heart. I wanted to make Mary come with me. Fuck this Alice.

I gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath.

"You had your chance to control her, Mark," I whispered to myself. "But you felt guilty about it so you freed her. And she loved you enough to stay when she found out what you did to her. So, just stop worrying, they're just friends."

I peeled out as I stomped on the gas.

"They're just close friends."

* * *

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Miami Beach, FL

Antsy laughed as she raced across the beach, her round breasts bouncing in her blue bikini, her ass wiggling in that tight Lycra hugging her rear. She did have a cute ass, and there was something childish in her enthusiasm as she reached the blue water and dived in, her black hair flying behind her.

I had to use her to defeat her brother Mark. To do that, I had to make love to her.

And I had no idea how I was going to do it. I wasn't even very happy with using this girl. She was a fun, flirty girl, Playful and full of life. It wasn't her fault her brother was a monster who sold his soul to the Devil so he could prey on women.

According to the Angel Ramiel, this was the only way to weaken Mark. Because he had a partner. Another Warlock named Mary. It irked me that this woman would actively support the level of perversion Mark inflicted. And worse, she shared the same name as my second daughter.

I tried to picture what my Mary would look like. Beautiful, I'm sure, with her freckled face and green eyes. I hadn't seen her in a long time. She had been young when Kurt, another Warlock, had ruined my life. I had been one his tortured and abused sex slaves. He made me divorce my husband Sean and give up my maternal rights to my three daughters.

And that's why I would use Antsy to stop Mark. No matter how sweet and innocent she was. Mark had to be stopped before he ruined more lives. And Antsy wouldn't be hurt. She would just have to...become her brother's lover. She would be the wedge to drive Mark and Mary apart so I could deal with them.

But to do that, I had to sleep with Antsy. And she wasn't gay.

"Don't just sit there," Antsy said, snapping me out of my reverie. She was gorgeous, dripping wet, her black hair plastered about her shoulders. "Come on and swim."

"Sure," I smiled, standing up.

I looked to be younger than Antsy. I had the Gifts of the Spirit, my body regenerated to how I looked at eighteen. I was a hot, sexy, blonde bombshell. I joined her, my hips wiggling in my red bikini as we reached the water. It was warm and salty, swirling around us.

I splashed her.

"You slut," she giggled, splashing me back.

I moved closer to her. Her breasts heaved as she cupped the water and through it at me. I splashed hard. She reeled back as the salt water hit her eyes, laughing for joy. I moved in, our bodies brushing together as I grabbed her and pulled her into the water. The surf washed around us. I ended up on top, her body beneath mine, hot and nubile.

I licked my lips, my heart thudding. She was so beautiful. I could just kiss her and--

"What are you doing?" Antsy asked, rolling her eyes. "Get off me, spaz."

"Sorry," I laughed, rolling off of her. "But I win."

"Fine," she said, shaking her head.

There had been no spark of excitement between us. She wasn't into girls. So how was I going to bed her?

"Ooh, there's some cute guys," Antsy purred, glancing to the right. "Aren't they yummy?"

I followed her gaze. There was a group of tan, muscular men watching the women passing by. My pussy itched. "Yeah. I wouldn't mind taking a stud back home to the room."

"You slut," she laughed even as she nodded. "We should go clubbing and get lucky tonight."

"Yeah," I nodded, an idea peculating in my brain. Maybe she wasn't into girls, but if there's a hot guy in the mix and she's a little drunk, maybe something will happen. "We definitely should pick up one hot guy."

"Only one?" she laughed.

"If he's a stud, he can handle two women."

"You are so bad." Antsy shook her head as she grinned. "Tonight is going to be a blast."

Hopefully, it would be.

Chapter Six

Our Living God has always believed in rewarding his faithful followers, even before his Godhood had been exposed. His charity knew no bounds, and his Holy Sluts were always prepared to share their affections and love with those who had earned such sweet rewards.

--The Gospel of April 17:35

Lillian Franks

Alison giggled as I ran my hand up and down her thigh, my finger teasing to dip beneath the fabric of her cream panties trimmed in black lace. I loved caressing the sheer, white stockings she wore held up by her cream bustiers' garters. Her gorgeous breasts were perfectly cupped by the bustier, my lips aching to bury between her tits' slope.

"Damn," one of the two, handsome men fixing the ruined door muttered as he watched us. He slammed his hammer down and howled in pain, sucking at his thumb.

"Oops," I giggled.

"You're so bad," Alison purred to me, her silver tongue stud flashing between her lips as she spoke. Her hand caressed my stomach beneath the gray, silk negligee I wore that clung to my body like a second skin. My nipples were hard, pressing on the thin material. I wiggled my butt, the hem of the negligee just covering the cheeks of my ass.

"I know," I grinned, fluttering my eyes at the two workers as my finger traced the black lace of Alison's panties.