The Devil's Pact Pt. 15

"This is Lillian," I introduced, "the new player I was talking about."

"Hi boys," Lillian grinned. "I made an Elven bard. She's almost as slutty as I am."

Quatch grinned. "Yeah, okay, that'll work." He eyed her up.

"Before we start, Quatch, Tom, Chris, and Karl, you guys don't have to do what I tell you," I said. These guys were my friends, I didn't want to control them. I guess that's why Mary didn't want me controlling Alice.

"Yeah, no shit," Chris said, giving me a weird look.

Tom just shook his head at me.

"You all right, man?" Quatch asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Just had to be said."

"Whatever, let's play," Karl shrugged.

The rest of us got out our characters. I was playing a Gnome illusionist, Chris had an Orc barbarian, Tom was playing an Thri-keen monk, and Karl played an Elven cleric. Quatch did a quick recap to remind us where we were in the game. Right now, we were in the middle of a quest to recover an artifact stolen from Karl's church. Quatch introduced Lillian's character as Karl's sister, here to help him out.

Right after we got through the first combat encounter, the doorbell rang. The pizzas had arrived. Our slaves scurried out to pay for the food. They returned with the pizza boxes and big grins on their faces. "You should have seen the pizza boy's face when he saw Desiree's tits hanging out," laughed Alison. "Not that I blame him for gaping, she has a delicious pair of tits."

"Thanks, mi Sirenita," Desiree purred and gave Alison a quick kiss.

The boxes were open and pizza was dished out on plates. Chris pulled Desiree onto his lap and had her feed him pizza. Her large breasts, still covered in dried cum, jiggled as she laughed and licked pizza sauce off his lips. Karl copied Chris, and Alison was having a lot of fun feeding him pizza.

I had Violet suck my cock while I ate. It was such a delicious sensation. Her eyes shined up with me as she nursed on my cock.

Tom wasn't that hungry. At least not for pizza. He bent Jessica over the corner of the table and shot me a questioning look. "Anal, cool?"

I nodded my head even as Jessica giggled, "Umm, I love a cock up my ass. Go to town, stud!"

"Damn!" Tom muttered before he buried his cock into her tight ass.

Jessica moaned, her face shuddering as he slowly slid inside her. "You have a great cock. Ream my ass, stud! I'm your slut tonight. Use me however you want."

"That's my slut," I grinned at her. Jessica flashed me a dazzling, pleased smile.

"Tight!" Tom grunted as his hips drew back and he slammed in again.

"I need a taste of her," Quatch muttered. "I've watched her on the news and spanked it to her a few times."

"Umm, my mouth's free," Jessica smiled.

The big guy stood up, walked over, and pulled out his cock. Without a word, he shoved it into Jessica's face. Jessica eagerly sucked his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head as she moaned in delight.

"Oh, he was my player for the evening," pouted Willow.

"Since you're free," Lillian grinned, arching her eyebrows.

Willow smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

Lillian grabbed Willow's shoulders and pushed her back until she perched on the table's edge. Lillian spread Willow's thighs, and the doctor slut's cunt dripped with Quatch's cum. Lillian grabbed a slice of pizza and ran it through Willow's cunt and ate the cum covered slice. My cock throbbed in Violet's mouth.

"Wow, that's nasty," Chris moaned. "Oh, shit, now she's eating her pussy."

Finished with the slice, Lillian licked up the cum and pizza sauce staining Willow's pussy. Chris whispered in Desiree's ears, and the busty woman stood up and walked over to the two girls. Desiree offered her cum-stained breasts to Willow's eager lips.

"Fuck, that's hot," Chris groaned. He stood up to watch the three girls, furiously jerking his cock off. "Lick my cum off her tits!"

Willow's cinnamon face rubbed on Desiree's nut brown tits as her tongue slid around, licking up the drying cum from Desiree's tits. Desiree moaned, holding her tits and rubbing them about Willow's face. Willow shuddered in delight, humping her hips against Lillian's hungry mouth as the goth slut tongued her pussy.

"Oh, my god, that's so hot!" Chris moaned as he beat his meat.

"Let me do that," Desiree purred and grasped Chris's cock, jerking him with her slim fingers. "Doesn't that feel better than doing it yourself?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Karl grabbed Alison's pink hair and kissed her hard. His hands freed Alison's petite breasts from her blouse, his fingers exploring her flesh. He froze when he found her surprise. "Oh, my god, her nipples are pierced."

"I'm a true slut," Alison winked.

"Damn!" Karl pulled on Alison's pierced nipples. He bent his head and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth, playing with the nipple and piercing with his tongue. Alison moved and straddled Karl. Her hands deftly fished his cock out of his pants. Karl moaned about her nipple as Alison sank her sloppy cunt onto his cock.

"Oh, yes! I'm cumming!" gasped Willow, her voice muffled by Desiree's tits. The doctor slut spasmed, humping her pussy against Lillian's face.

Desiree's hands furiously pumped at Chris's cock. "Your hand is amazing," Chris groaned. "I'm going to spurt!"

"Umm, right on my tits!" gasped Desiree.

"Yes!" Chris's cum shot out, splashing Desiree's tit and Willow's black hair. Another spurt streaked across Willow's cheek and neck before continuing across Desiree's tits. The third shot landed on Lillian's raven-black hair.

"Umm, more treats," Lillian purred as she rose and licked the cum off Desiree's tit and then Willow's neck. The slut devoured the cum while Chris watched on stunned. My sluts were such depraved creatures. Just the way I loved them. My own private porno was playing out while Violet sucked my cock.

Lillian finished licking up the cum and turned, throwing her arms around Chris's neck as she rubbed up against him. "So, you're playing my brother?" Lillian asked.

"Yeah," Chris panted.

"I've always wanted to fuck my brother!"

"I'm drained, babe," Chris said in disappointment.

"Why don't you eat my cunt and maybe you'll get a second wind." Lillian had a smile on her black lips. "I bet you know how to make a woman scream."

"Shit, you are nasty!"

Chris pushed Lillian up against the wall, knelt down, and ate her cunt. Lillian shoved up her shirt, exposing her breasts and played with her nipples as she gasped and moaned in delight. "Eat my pussy, big brother! Eat your little sister's tight, Elvish pussy!"

My cock throbbed. I needed more than Violet's mouth. I grabbed her pigtails and hauled her up. She winced, but that only made my cock harder. I bent her over the table, her cute ass wiggling at me. She wanted me to fuck her.

I had two holes to pick from. I went with her ass.

"Master!" she gasped as I slammed into her bowels. She was tight and hot, bucking back into my thrusts as she moaned in delight.

"I'm so hot! Eat my pussy!" Desiree moaned as she pushed Willow to the floor. The Latina slut cooed as Willow buried her face into her snatch.

"Tom, I want to fuck her cunt while you fuck her ass," Quatch groaned, Jessica's sucking mouth around his cock.

"Sure," Tom grunted, and pulled out of Jessica's ass.

Quatch sat on the table and Jessica straddled his waist. "Jesus, her cunt's wet."

"Sloppy seconds," Tom smirked and shoved his cock back up her tight sphincter.

Both guys grunted as Jessica writhed between them. She was loving it, taking a cock up both her holes and panting like a bitch in heat. "Fuck my ass, oh, yes! Fuck, that's a nice cock in my dirty snatch! Yes, boys, fuck me! Fuck me!" Jessica writhed between them as an orgasm rolled through her body. The two guys just kept right on fucking her.

Quatch started squeezing her breasts hard, pinching her nipples. "Fucking whore!" he groaned, eyes closed. "Fucking, cockteasing whore!"

My balls tighten as I fucked Violet's tight ass. Violet gasped in pleasure, and her bowels convulsed about my cock as the little slut came. "Master!" she screamed. "Oh, yes! This is so hot! Everyone's fucking and cumming!"

"Little slut!" I groaned as her ass milked my dick. I fucked her harder. My balls ached. That sweet moment of releases surged through my body. I buried into her tight bowels and groaned as my cum exploded out of me. Pleasure surged through my body as I filled her tight ass up with my jizz.

Chris got his second wind and rose, face sticky with Lillian's cunt juices. "Ohh, that's a nice cock!" Lillian gasped as he slipped his dick into her wet cunt and fucked her against the wall.

"Shit!" Tom moaned and buried his cock up Jessica's ass. His face contorted as he shot his load up her ass. He pulled out and stumbled back, panting hard.

Jessica continued riding Quatch, "Cum in my pussy, stud," she moaned as cum leaked out of her well-fucked ass. "Your friend creamed my ass, so you need to cream my pussy!"

"Here it comes, you nasty bitch!" Quatch moaned, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down on his cock. She bottomed out on his shaft. He grunted, and Jessica writhed atop him as her second orgasm was triggered by Quatch's cum filling her cunt.

Alison frantically rode Karl. My friend's face contorted over Alison's shoulder. "Cumming, cumming!" he groaned.

"I love it when guys cum in my cunt!" Alison screamed as she slammed down on him. "Yes, yes! So hot! Thank you, sir! Thank you for using my slutty cunt! Oh, yes! I'm cumming, too!"

"Fuck," Karl moaned, leaning back in the chair as Alison cuddled up against him, a big smile on her lips.

The guys were getting warn out, they didn't have my devil enhanced sexual stamina. Drinks were downed, more pizza was devoured, and then we got back to gaming.

* * *

Doug Allard

The debauchery going on disgusted me. Mark and his four friends were debasing his poor sex slaves. I had to take off my headphones so I didn't hear the disgusting sounds. It was clear I wasn't going to learn anything useful right now. I stood up and stretched. I should just call it a night and relax. All the cameras were recording. I could send the videos to Brandon and he could go over the footage for anything relevant.

Though I doubted he would like to see his wife Desiree get so used. The poor woman. If you didn't know Mark controlled her mind, you would think she was a willing participant in the orgy going on in the dining room.

The doorbell rang.

I smiled. My wife was here. I headed downstairs, stretching my back and rubbing at my stiff neck. My footsteps echoed through the unfurnished house. Brandon had rented it so I could surveil Mark, but it hadn't come with any furniture. I had a cot to sleep on and a comfortable enough computer chair to sit on while watching Mark and his fiancee.

"Hey," my wife smiled. "Sorry I'm late. My lover wanted to go a second time."

I grinned at her. She always joked about cheating on me. It may seem weird to some people, but I was a private investigator. Most of my job consisted of following married people around to find out if they were cheating. By joking about adultery, Tina diffused the small, worried voice in my mind that wondered if she was fooling around behind my back. I couldn't go through life mistrusting my wife, but it could be hard after all I seen.

Tina understood. She was a great woman.

"Well, as cute as you're looking today, I can see why."

A naughty twinkle was in her eye. "Oh, are you trying to get lucky?"

"Maybe. Mark's has friends over and it's a fucking orgy going on next door. The shit he has those poor women do."

Tina's face fell. "What a monster." She sighed. "Well, I have Chinese food. Hungry?"

"Yeah," I grinned. "Only chairs are upstairs. We'll have a front row view of the debauchery."

"I think I'd rather sit on this hard floor," she said, pulling me into the living room. "Come on."

"Sure."

It wasn't comfortable, but it was nice. She sat beside me and we ate passable Chinese food as we fumbled with our chopsticks. She talked about her job and church, catching me up on everything I was missing out while on this job.

I was glad I had her support. She understood why stopping Mark was so important.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Fife, WA

I drove the beat-up used car I bought for a thousand dollars cash. When I purchased it, I lied about my name to the seller. It'd be fine so long as I wasn't pulled over. So I carefully drove as I turned left on Pacific Highway in the heart of Fife. It wasn't a wide town, but long, stretching along I-5 sandwiched by the Port of the Tacoma to the west and the Puyallup River to the East. It only existed because of the port and the Indian casinos.

I was meeting my hitman at a diner. I trembled as I drove down the street. My hands were slippery on the steering wheel. I couldn't believe this was happening so fast. It had to be a setup. Only a cop would respond to my post this fast.

So why the fuck was I doing this? I could get arrested. Then Mark would find me. He already had most of the Puyallup Police Department compromised and the Pierce County SWAT unit. And a pair of FBI agents. I knew from Doug's surveillance he even had a bunch of local police chiefs under his power.

Maybe even Fife's police chief.

"Fuck," I muttered.

A cop car passed me. I flinched, my stomach knotting. The cop's sirens lit up red and blue as he pulled over a car before me. This was such a mistake. I shouldn't do this. This hitman had to be a cop. They always were. If I was caught, I would never stop Mark and save Desiree.

The Little Pink Pup Diner was ahead, painted pink and innocent, a neon sign flashing with a pink poodle playing with a ball. But a cop car was parked before the restaurant. A cold sweat washed over me. This was a mistake. Killing Mark wasn't worth this risk. I kept on driving down Pacific Highway. This had to be a setup. But they couldn't find me. I covered my ass.

Right? Those anonymizers did work. Supposedly, not even the FBI could trace through them. "Shit," I muttered as I kept driving.

Chapter Four

Chantelle and Svitlana Paquet-Holub were undoubtedly once slaves to the Tyrants. They expended such resources to try and find Chantelle and Svitlana after their disappearance. The Tyrants were always protective and jealous of their slaves.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Sister Theodore -- Miami, FL

I stepped out of the bathroom and rushed to the dance floor. I scanned the heaving bodies. Antsy was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, babe," Julio said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him. "What's the rush?"

"I need to find my friend," I shouted over the thudding music.

I pulled my away, slipping out onto the dance floor. My head swiveled around. I searched for Antsy's youthful exuberance as my heart thudded in my chest. I had let myself get carried away. I had a plan, and it wasn't to get fucked in the bathroom by a Cuban stud.

"She'll be fine," Julio said. "She's just having fun. I think I saw her dancing with another guy before we slipped off to the bathroom."

"We came her together. I need to find her."

"Relax." His arm went around my waist. "We'll find her. I get it. You're worried. Afraid some guy ran off with her. But she probably just left with him. She's going to make her own memories." His hand slipped down and squeezed my ass. "Just like you made some of yours."

I growled in annoyance and pushed him away.

"What the fuck?" he demanded as I elbowed his side.

"I'm not in the mood," I hissed. "I have to find her."

"No, Florecita. You need to come and have fun with me and make your own memories."

I arched my eyebrows at him. "No."

He grabbed my arm. I grabbed his thumb and bent. The snap of his finger bone was almost audible over the music. He gasped in pain. I pushed him back and turned, striding through the club. A bouncer was already moving as Julio screamed at me from behind.

Antsy wasn't here. It wasn't a big club. I headed down the hallway to the women's room. She wasn't in line for the bathroom. I threw the door open while a woman screeched at me to wait my turn. "Antsy, you in here?"

No one answered. I ducked back out and left the screaming woman behind.

I lost Antsy. I groaned. She must have left with the guy she was dancing with while I was acting like a eighteen-year-old idiot in the bathroom. I headed back to the hotel room. Maybe they would show up there drunk and horny. I could still pull the threesome off.

I hailed a taxi. How could I have been so stupid? I should act my real age, and not like a stupid, horny eighteen year old. I wasn't here to get laid. I was here to stop Mark Glassner.

* * *

Mary Sullivan -- Tacoma, WA

I needed a breather. I had been dancing, and cumming, with Orange and Diane for a while. My pussy tingled and my blood boiled with lust. I left Orange and Diane to grind on each other as I moved through the other dancers, admiring their flesh while their eyes watched me with hunger.

I loved my Pact.

I perched on a bar stool and smiled at the dusky woman serving drinks. "Appeltini," I purred.

The bartender smiled back. "Sure, baby."

Her fingers brushed mine as she handed me the drink. I blew her a kiss before taking my drink and heading to one of the love seats that hugged the wall. I sat on the comfortable seat and watched the beautiful women dancing. My drink was delicious. A warm flush spread through my body, and I looked around for my next conquest. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful woman.

But which to choose?

A pixyish girl, petite and small, with green hair and green eyes, sat down next to me. She had an impish grin on her cute face and two drinks in her hand. She offered me one of the drink which I gratefully accepted. I was delighted to discover it was an appeltini when I took a sip. Pixie was dressed in a silver, clingy dress with no shoulder straps and a wispy skirt that fell to her knees. Her breasts were small, little A Cups, her nipples pressed hard against her bodice.

"Are you a witch?" Pixie asked me. "Because you are so enchanting."

"Maybe," I grinned between sips. "What do you know of magic?"

"I'm part of a coven," Pixie purred. "We love to perform our magical rituals in the nude before nature. It's... intoxicating."

"I can only imagine. Maybe you should give me a taste."

Pixie darted in and kissed me on the lips. She tasted of cherry lip gloss and fruity alcohol. I sat my drink on a small end table before I stroked Pixie's cheek with my finger. I trailed the finger down her neck and dipped into her dress to feel her small, apple-sized breasts. Her nipples were hard and pierced by a barbell piercing. Pixie groaned into my kiss as I played with her nipples.

Her hand landed on my thigh. She stroked up and down my smooth flesh, sending tingles shooting to my pussy. I squirmed, growing wetter. Our kiss grew more passionate as she leaned against me. My fingers pinched her nipples harder as her hand moved up my thigh.

"You are so beautiful," Pixie gasped when she broke the kiss. "Oh, I just have to taste you."

I spread my thighs. "I would have to insist. Perform a little magic on my pussy."

"You are wild," giggled Pixie as she slid to the floor.

The woman pushed up my skirt and gave a wicked giggle when she saw my heart of fiery pubic hair. She played with it and rubbed her cheek in my downy softness before she slid her tongue down and lapped at my wet cunt.

On the dance floor, Diane was still grinding and writhing against Orange. Our eyes met, and she smiled as I writhed on Pixie's face, the sexy woman's tongue sliding through my folds. I grabbed Pixie's green hair and pulled her tongue deeper into my cunt. My toes curled as delicious sensations rippled through me.