The Devil's Pact Pt. 18

"Yes," I hissed. "We'll make all those hot cops strip naked and prance around. I bet you'll fuck them all."

"I'll try," Mark grinned. "And then they'll eat your pussy out and make you cum. They'll worship you."

"Oh, Mark," I gasped, "you say the sweetest things."

My pussy spasmed about his cock. My arms tightened about him as my orgasm burst through me. I shuddered in his arms, my voice echoing through the bathroom. Mark growled and pounded me harder. His cock kept my orgasm rolling through me.

"Cum in me," I moaned into his ear.

"Mare!"

His hips slammed forward. His cock erupted into me. My body convulsed one last time as my orgasm died down. I savored the hot blasts of his seed filling me up. I held him tight and rested my head on his shoulder.

I loved it when he came in me.

We hurried through our shower after that. We were both excited for this afternoon. And then Mark was taking me out on a date this evening. It was Saturday, and Mark seemed to want to make that date night. Just me and him and whatever naughty fun we would get into.

After we showered, Mark put on a pair of khaki shorts and a green t-shirt while I donned a short, white tennis skirt and a pink halter-top. I tied my hair back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. We were going to be outside for a few hours, so I insisted on wearing sunscreen.

I grinned as I slathered the stuff all over Mark and then handed him the bottle. His hands were firm as they massaged the sunscreen into my body. His fingers kept dipping beneath my clothing to brush my naughty bits.

When we went downstairs, my family was just getting ready to leave. Desiree, Thamina, and Fiona gave the respective men they satisfied last night kisses while I hugged Shannon and Missy. We exchanged hot, unsisterly kisses that brought a whoop from Damien.

"Thank you," Dad said when he hugged me. "I needed last night. Fiona was...perfect."

"You're welcome, Daddy," I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was the only family member, beside my whore of a mother, that I hadn't fucked. And I had no intentions of crossing that taboo line with him.

If I gave into that lust, I feared I would do anything, like agree to Lilith's idea of giving myself a cock I could summon. Mark wouldn't like me having a cock. It could...strain our relationship. It just wasn't worth it.

So I would be firm and keep myself from crossing into too much taboo fun. Even if Daddy was kind of sexy.

"Take care of my daughter, Mark," Dad said as he shook Mark's hand.

"Oh, I plan on it," Mark nodded. "She means the world to me."

I smiled at Mark.

* * *

Samantha "Antsy" Glassner -- Miami, FL

My mouth was dry and I had a bit of a headache when I woke up. A man snored beside me, his arm over me. Who did I fuck last night? I closed my eyes and struggled to remember last night. I was out at the club with Theodora, the naughty, young woman I met on the flight out to Florida.

If my friend hadn't canceled, we never would have met and I never would have invited her to stay in my hotel room.

My eyes widened. After Travis fucked me last night and passed out before I came, Theodora had fingered me to an orgasm while we kissed. I had sex with a woman. A hot flushed went through me as I remembered her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy.

I had enjoyed it.

I had never wanted to be with a woman before, and yet I remembered that orgasm. I had cum hard. Her touch was electricity. I squirmed on the bed, my pussy growing wetter and wetter by the minute. A hot itch settled into my core. I needed to get laid.

I twisted over and stared at Travis. I stroked his chest and nibbled on his neck. "Wake up."

"Huh," the man groaned, his hand sliding up to grip my breast. My nipple hardened and shot delight down to my juicy pussy.

"I'm getting horny," I moaned.

Travis's hand tightened on my breast. "Mmm, you want me to fuck you, baby?"

"Maybe," I purred. "If you keep playing with my tit, I'm sure something will happen."

"Okay," he grinned. He was a handsome man, and his body was ripped. I see why Theodora and I took him home last night.

His lips leaned over and sucked on my aching nipple. I groaned as his tongue swirled around my nub. I squeezed my thighs together as my pussy itched harder. My juices were flowing and I let out a soft sigh as the pleasure grew inside me.

Travis's hand slid down my stomach. I groaned as he pressed between my thighs. He sucked harder when he felt how wet I was. I groaned in delight and parted my thighs for him. His fingers brushed through my pussy, stirring me up.

I needed to be fucked. It was a powerful urge. I had never quite felt so horny before, not even last night when Theodora gave me that screaming orgasm. My body trembled as Travis's thick fingers probed my hole.

His fingers felt nice, but not right.

"I'm so horny," I groaned. "Just fuck me."

"Damn, you are a slut," Travis grinned. "And fucking hot."

"I know," I smiled, squirming like I had ants in my pants. "Now fuck me."

The bed creaked as Travis mounted me, settling between my spread thighs. Theodora lay on the other side of the bed, her back to us. Her blond hair spilled across the sheets and her ass was kind of cute.

Maybe she flipped some sort of bisexual switch in me last night.

I turned my attention back to Travis as his cock prodded at my pussy lips. I ran my hands up and down his muscular chest as he teased me with his dick, sliding it up and down my pussy. I groaned and shuddered.

"Fuck me," I moaned.

His cock slammed into me. It felt nice, but not right. I frowned as he hammered away at me. My pussy clenched about his shaft. Pleasure rushed through me. I trembled on the bed. It creaked and shook and the headboard banged into the wall. My toes curled as the cock slammed into my pussy's depths. Pleasure rushed through me.

And yet...it left me feeling empty.

This wasn't what I needed. I was so horny, and yet Travis's cock wasn't what I was burning forb.

"What's up, baby?" Travis asked. "You're just lying there. Last night, you moved like a minx."

"Sorry," I groaned, adding a twist to my hips. "Why don't we try another position?"

Travis grinned and ripped out of me. "On you hands and knees, babe."

"Oh, yes," I purred as I flipped over and knelt like a dog. I wagged my ass. Maybe a different position would work. His cock would hit different parts of me.

"You're starting up right away," yawned Theodora as she rolled over to face us.

"I'm just so horny this morning."

Theodora smiled and nodded.

Travis slammed into me. I gasped and shuddered, my pussy clenching down on his thrusting cock. He fucked me hard. His balls slapped into my clit. My spine arched as I pushed my hips back into his frantic thrusts.

"Damn," I gasped. "Oh, yes. Fuck me."

It was wonderful and wrong all at the same time.

Theodora sat up, her round breasts jiggling. I licked my lips. Maybe I needed something else. Something...different. Her thighs spread and she rubbed at her pussy as she watched us fuck. I stared at her neatly-trimmed, blonde bush framing her flushed pussy lips.

"Theodora," I gasped. "Can I..." I couldn't believe I was about to ask this, but I needed to be satisfied. "Can I eat your pussy?"

"Oh, yes," she purred.

"Fuck, that's hot," groaned Travis as Theodora sat before me, leaning against the headboard and spreading her thighs. "Eat her pussy."

I lowered my head. Her pussy was just an inch from mine. She had a spicy aroma that tickled my nose. It was exciting. I closed my eyes and lowered my lips. I brushed her hot, wet pussy. I took a lick through her folds.

"Yes," Theodora moaned.

She tasted nice, but it wasn't what I needed. But I kept licking and moaning. Despite not filling fulfilled, my orgasm swelled inside me. My pussy clenched down on Travis's cock as my lips nuzzled through Theodora's pussy.

"So damn hot," groaned Travis.

His strokes grew even harder. Our flesh slapped together. Every time he buried into me, he drove my face into Theodora's pussy. The woman gasped and moaned, her breasts heaving as she squirmed on my tongue.

"Oh, yes, Antsy. I've been thinking about this all week," purred Theodora. "Eat my pussy."

"Yeah, eat the fucking dyke's pussy," groaned Travis. "Shit, I'm going to cum."

I moaned into Theodora's pussy. My cunt clenched and relaxed on Travis's shaft. He stirred me up. My body trembled. I was so close to cumming. I swirled my tongue through her folds as my body shuddered.

Travis buried into me and growled. His cum flooded my pussy.

My orgasm burst inside me. I screamed my bliss into Theodora's pussy. I trembled on the bed as my pussy milked every drop of cum from Travis's dick. The pleasure reached my brain. I let the rapture consume me.

"Wow, you girls are nasty," Travis groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

"Yes," Theodora shuddered, her juices flooding my mouth as she came.

I collapsed on the bed, my lips sticky with Theodora's juices. I felt empty. I had cum, but it hadn't satisfied me. Neither Travis or Theodora were what I needed.

So who was?

* * *

Sister Theodora Mariam

"Well, I'll see you sluts," grinned Travis as he strolled out of our motel room. "You want to party some more, let me know."

"Sure," Antsy muttered. She lay on her side, looking listless.

I bit my lip. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she sighed.

I stretched out beside her, pressing my naked breasts into her back. I spooned her and nuzzled against her. She was pretty good at licking pussy for a novice. It had been exciting to feel her mouth digging through my pussy. All week, I had been staring at her gorgeous body and hoping for my chance to be with her.

And now I had it and she seemed disturbed. Did she regret eating my pussy? Some girls felt guilty the first time they had a lesbian experience. I could still remember my shock the morning after I first made love to Sister Louise. It had been right after she freed me from Kurt's control.

I had been hurting and she provided me with comfort, but I still felt so guilty. I was raised to think lesbian sex was a sin, plus I still felt married to Sean even though I had divorced him. Well, that bastard Kurt had forced me to divorce him.

I shook my head and forced back my emotions. Sean was my past. I hoped he was happy. I hoped he had remarried and found a kind woman to help raise our daughters.

"Was it...what we did?" I asked.

"I don't know," Antsy said. "It just...felt like I had sex with the wrong person."

I blinked at at that. "Wrong person?"

Antsy rolled over. "Yeah. I feel like...I need to be fucked by someone. I'm so horny, but it wasn't the two of you."

I fought my smile. I cast the Avvah prayer on her last night. She wanted to sleep with her brother now. When she did, she would create a bond with Mark. The pair would be sexually obsessed with each other forever.

Guilt tumbled through me. She was such a sweet girl. It wasn't fair that I had to use her this way, but the Angel Ramiel assured me it was the only way to stop Mark. A wedge needed to be driven between him and his Warlock girlfriend.

"Maybe you just have to go out and look for this person," I smiled. "I bet it's someone you've known and just never realized you...needed." Like your brother.

Antsy grinned. "Or, it's some hot stud out on the beach right now. I need to get my bikini on and go out there."

Antsy sprang from the bed and found the red bikini Travis had bought for her yesterday. It was skimpy, barley hiding her lush body. She strolled to the shower and hissed on. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. Was it right what I did to Antsy?

Was stopping Mark Glassner worth playing with her emotions?

I closed my eyes and prayed, Gabriel, give me guidance. I am so lost right now. How can this be the right path?

* * *

Doug Allard -- South Hill, WA

After almost missing out on the entire assassination plot against Mark Glassner, I had decided to pay more attention to the going ons in the house. I was being paid handsomely by Brandon Fitzsimmons to gather information on Mark and try to find a way to stop that man.

Even if I wasn't being paid, I would do this. Mark scared me and my wife, Tina.

I was at my post in the unfurnished bedroom of the rental house. From here, I had a perfect vantage of Brandon's house, now occupied by Mark and his fiancee Mary. I had thermal cameras, regular cameras, laser mics, and more spy equipment, all being recorded on the expensive computers Brandon bought. He didn't spare a single dime to outfit me.

The house I watched scurried with activity. Mary's family had left. Mary had used her powers to seduce both her sisters into incest. It was disgusting. I had once thought Mary was a victim of Mark, but it was clear she was his partner in every way. She enjoyed degrading and enslaving women as much as he did.

They both had to be stopped.

I shifted the laser mic, trying to hear anything going on that was important. On the thermal camera, I spied two figures in the guest bedroom next to the master suite. I aimed the laser mic at the room's window while I watched the pair on the thermal camera. I had no idea who they were. They were just yellow blobs that faded to red and blues on their edges.

"What's got you so excited, mi Sirenita?" purred the Latina baroque of Desiree. She was Brandon's wife, enslaved by Mark.

"Would you like to go to dinner tonight?" the second figure asked. It sounded like the excitable voice of Alison. She shared the room with Desiree and the pair seemed...close.

"Like a date?" Desiree asked, her voice full of delight. "But what about serving mi Rey and mi Reina?"

"Master said it was okay," Alison squealed. On the camera, the two figures embraced, their heat signatures melting together into a single blob. "Please say yes! Please!"

"Of course," Desiree answered and the pair kissed. The laser mic was sensitive to pick up every smack of their lips as both women enjoyed their kiss.

I squirmed in my seat, debating looking elsewhere in the house. Mark and Mary were home, but it was chaos inside. They were preparing to go to Sparks Stadium to hold their tryouts. Mark was eager to degrade a over thirty female cops to find twelve to serve in his bodyguard.

The fucker.

I had been a cop. That was back when I could use a gun without seeing the kid's face. No cop deserved to be enslaved. Already, Mark had a local cop and an FBI agent as his "sluts," the degrading name he called his sex slaves.

"So, where should we go, mi Sirenita?" asked Desiree.

"I don't know," Alison giggled. "You'd think I would since this is my idea. I'm not so good a dating."

"Uh-huh," Desiree agreed. "How about the Olympian? It's a great restaurant." She laughed. "It's my husband's favorite. He always loved to take me there."

"And now you want to go with me," laughed Alison. "Mmm, the idiot had no idea that you hated him, huh."

"He just saw my big tits and my ass."

There was a loud smack and Alison chortled, "It is a great ass."

"So after the tryouts, we'll go," Desiree decided and gave Alison another kiss.

I hesitated, debating whether or not to tell Brandon about this development. Brandon wanted his wife back, and it was hard to say if Desiree really did hate her husband or if this was all Mark's programming. Mark could have easily commanded, "Desiree, you always hated your husband and only married him for the money."

Desire would have had no choice but to believe that. Mark's power was insidious. He had to be stopped.

I gathered up the surveillance files and recordings of the conversation. Brandon deserved to know what was happening with his wife. I uploaded all the items and fired off an email to Brandon. Then I went back to the surveillance. When Mark and his women cleared out for the tryouts, I would have a chance to have a break. There was no way I would follow Mark. I couldn't risk being spotted. I didn't want to be put under Mark's power.

Besides, my wife was coming with lunch.

Chapter Four

The Bodyguard--as those half-dressed, young women were called--fervently served the Tyrants. They were the Tyrants' gestapo, doing what they had to do to protect the false gods. If any doubted the levels of perversity to which the Tyrants had sunk, just witnessed whom they recruited to protect them. Not skilled soldiers or strong men, but the most beautiful women they could drape in scandalous clothing.

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

Mark Glassner

The house bustled with activity after Mary's family left. Only Korina was staying behind. She was still recovering from being shot. The sluts dressed in a variety of casual clothing: shorts, skirts, flowery tops, and flip-flops. Chasity and Noel were the exceptions. They wore their slutty cop outfits.

"Let's go," Mary shouted as the sluts piled out of the house to our various vehicles. "If you hold us up, I will spank your ass until it glows red."

"Promise," winked Alison as she strolled by holding hands with Desiree.

Mary smacked Alison's ass and the slut giggled.

Thamina and Violet had already left the house, buying the supplies for the tryouts. I trusted the pair to get everything we needed. With all the sluts piled into the cars, I hopped into my Mustang with Mary. Alison and Desiree had already climbed into the rear.

"We are going to have fun today, Master," Alison grinned. "And tonight."

"Yes. Thank you for letting us go on a date tonight, mi Rey," added Desiree.

"Oh?" Mary asked.

"Yeah, I told them they could since we'd be on our date tonight," I told Mary, patting her bare knee. It was a sexy knee.

"Oh, of course," Mary nodded. "Have fun."

"We will," giggled Alison.

I could only imagine the naughty fun Alison would get into.

I led the convoy down to Sparks Stadium. It lay in the heart of downtown Puyallup past the bustling fairground where a gun show was being held this weekend. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze blew. Thamina's Ford Escape was in the parking lot when we arrived, Violet and the Arab slut unloading the supplies from the SUV's rear.

"Okay, let's get setup," I ordered as I climbed out of my Mustang.

I was eager for today. There were threats to my life out there, and I wanted my own cadre of sexy women to protect me. What better than hot, female cops. They already were trained and after my commands, they would be willing.

But I only wanted the sexiest and sluttiest to serve in my guard. Those that didn't make the cut would be sent packing.

The sluts set up a folding table, chairs, and a small pavilion. Lillian set out the forms for the recruits to fill out. It contained important information such as their name, which police department they represented, their measurements, their relationship status (with phone numbers in case I had any marriages to break up), and any children or other dependents.

Desiree was in charge of the grill. She wore an apron on that said, "Barbecue Bitch." She would grill up hot dogs and hamburgers for lunch. Alison was assisting her. The two women were close and I wondered when Desiree was going to propose to her. She had already bought the engagement ring, a cute ring engraved with mermaids.

Maybe she'd pop the question on their date tonight.

Not long after, the cops began to arrive. As instructed, they arrived in uniform with their patrol cars and all their tactical gear. My excitement grew. Soon I would have a loyal cadre of beautiful cops protecting us. We had bought every sexy cop outfit in Pierce County so we would be ready to outfit our new recruits.

"You look like a kid in the candy store, Mark," Mary murmured as I watched the cops assemble. The female police officers all looked confused by what was going on, but had been ordered by their Captains and Chiefs to attend.