The Devil's Pact Pt. 20

"What I need is Mark," I told her, not really registering her last words. A hurt expression crossed her face, and I frowned, what had she said? Something about love? "Please, I may be crazy, but I have to try. Can you please give me a ride home? I love him, Alice."

"Fine," Alice snapped waspishly, then she sighed. "I think you're being an idiot, but I'll be there for you when he breaks your heart all over again and put you back together."

Was I just being a delusional idiot? Maybe. But I had to try.

"Thank you," I told her with a smile.

I threw a hundred on the table and stood up.

"What about breakfast?" Alice blinked.

"Can't eat. I need to find out if I'm right." I paused. "But if you need to eat..."

"No. Let's go."

I was on pins and needles the entire ride, my stomach seemed to be up in my throat. Hope and fear whirled inside me. Alice tried to talk to me, to distract me, but I was too preoccupied with keeping a lid on the turmoil inside me to do more than grunt a yes or no. Alice eventually stopped trying.

Mark was under a spell, he just had to be.

An hour and a half later--traffic was terrible--Alice pulled up to the entrance of Mountain View Court. Alice blinked at the cop blocking the entrance of the cul-de-sac with her car. "What is going on?"

"Don't worry," I told her as the bodyguard, 16, approached.

Alice rolled down the window and 16 peered in. A smile crossed her face. "Oh, ma'am, you're back," 16 beamed. "Everyone was worried when you tore off in that Ferrari last night. 15 and I didn't know what to do, and then Master came out right after you. He stopped that guy from calling the police on you and told us not to follow."

"It's okay," I told her while Alice just started flabbergasted at the woman dressed like a slutty cop, standing next to a Lakewood Police Department patrol car. "Where is Mark?"

"He's at the house," 16 said, "with...with Mistress."

That hurt. "Antsy?"

She nodded. "Yeah, Master said she was our new Mistress last night."

"Did he say I wasn't also your Mistress?"

Stupid question, she was treating me like her mistress. "No, ma'am. Everyone's concerned. Master...he's ignoring all the sluts."

"Thank you, 16," I said. I glanced at Alice. "Just...just don't worry about the bodyguard, okay."

"Fine," Alice said, frowning as she drove me down the street to our house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I could tell she wanted answers.

"I'll call you and let you know what happens, okay," I promised Alice as she pulled up at my house.

"Don't do this," Alice pleaded. "You are stronger than this. Don't go crawling back to a man that threw you out for another woman. Please, I can love you better than him."

I smiled at her. I needed Mark, not a woman, even if that woman was my friend Alice. "Thank you for being such a great friend." I gave her a hug and a kiss before I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door.

I entered with confidence.

"Mistress," Violet gasped happily when she saw me. The nubile, barely legal slut threw her arms around my neck, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders.

"Hi, Violet," I smiled, hugging her back.

Other sluts started appearing. Alison and Desiree, newly engaged, were holding hands and smiling when they saw me. Lillian, our goth slut who looked like a perverts wet dream in her sexy schoolgirl outfit, came up and kissed me on the lips. Korina, her arm in a sling, hugged me carefully. All of our sluts were here, save the three with jobs: Noel, our FBI informant, Jessica, our reporter, and Dr. Willow, our Gynecologist.

"What's going on, Mistress?" Thamina asked timidly. "Master ignored us when he got home last night. He just took his sister upstairs. They've been in there all night fucking. And Master said Antsy is our Mistress, too."

I nodded. "Everyone stay down here, I'm going to have a word with Mark and Antsy."

"Yes, Mistress," Alison said. She licked her lips. I had never seen her nervous before.

"He'll love us again, right?" Violet asked. "He won't make us leave."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," I declared as I marched upstairs.

The sluts waited nervously at the base of the stairs. Busty Xiu had her arm protectively around injured Korina. Violet clung to Lillian. Strawberry-blonde Fiona hugged herself while Karen paced back and forth.

The sluts could sense something was wrong with Mark. It wasn't just my imagination or false hope. Something happened to him.

Mark's grunts and Antsy's moans echoed down the hall as I marched to the bedroom. It was like yesterday all over again. But this time I was prepared. I threw open the door. They were fucking doggy-style. Antsy had dried cum all over her body, more dripped out of her cunt every time Mark's cock fucked into her.

"Mary," Mark blinked in surprise, stopping in mid-thrust. "I thought you dumped me."

Anger boiled inside of me, I dumped him? But I swallowed my feelings. Something wasn't right here, and I needed to find out what. As Mark began fucking Antsy again, I could make out the faint outline of their auras. Mark's was red and Antsy's was black.

Nothing strange there.

I concentrated, and their auras sprang into full view, pulsing about them. Antsy's wasn't completely black, there were fringes of silver on the edges.

From my talks with Karen, the former nun, how long a Thrall stayed a Thrall depends on the command. The sluts had their entire personalities rewritten by Mark when he made them his sex slaves. But for people like Antsy,who have had just a few commands, like "Let me fuck you," Slowly, their auras would fade back to silver.

I walked to the bed and and stroked Antsy's arm. "Would you like to lick my cunt, Antsy?" I asked as sultry as I could muster. "That would make me ever so happy."

Antsy snorted, "I'm not dyke,"

She pulled her arm away. My wish didn't work on her.

According to Lilith, the only person a Warlock couldn't affect was one of their parents. For a man, it was their mothers. For me, and other female Warlocks, it was our fathers. There was definitely something wrong.

So, I touched them both and observed the strings and chains that radiated out from their souls. Mark's red thread wound loosely about Antsy's black chain, connecting the pair of them. A thin, golden chain bound their threads together.

I blinked. I hadn't seen gold before; what did that represent?

From Mark, leading to my chest, was our red threads. Before they had been entwined so tightly together that they were practically one thread. But now there were small, golden wedges forcing our connection apart. Our threads still touched, but less than half of Mark's thread still touched mine. And it seemed to me the wedges were slowly growing, spreading out threads wider and wider apart.

It was magic.

I smiled as relief surged through me. Mark wasn't himself. Now, I just had to find out how to undo it. I was positively skipping as I headed for the door.

"Thank god she's leaving," Antsy panted. "Fucking dyke!"

"M-mary!"

I paused, looking back as Mark said my name.

He stared at me and there was a pained expression crossing his face. His lips struggled to say something. "I...I...Goddammit, I love..." he gave a strangled cry. "...you."

My heart soared, he was fighting it. "I love you, too, Mark. I'll rescue you."

Chapter Four

In her moment of weakness, the foul demoness Lilith came upon our Goddess to tempt her with wicked delights and forever part our Goddess from our God.

--The Gospel of April 22:51

Lilith -- The Abyss

I watched with amusement. The Bond of Avvah had formed between Mark and his sister. I took such delight in Mark and Mary's pain.

A pity Mary had figured out something was wrong. In another day, two at the most, the ritual would have fully severed Mark and Mary's love. Only Mary's wish to Lucifer kept their connection for so long.

"I've never heard of anything like you described," Karen said to Mary after the redhead had explained what she had witnessed. Mary had gathered all of the sluts around the dining room table. "Gold is the color of a nun's aura. But we can't affect regular mortals. I don't know what those angular wedges could be or how a nun made Mark obsessed with Antsy."

"Really?" Mary sighed. "You don't know how to fix it?"

"No." Karen's face was covered in pain. She was so dominated by the pair she actually believed she loved them.

I chortled. The nuns were using old magics now. The ones the dried-up, ancient hag in Rennes-le-Château frowned on. The older, more dangerous prayers, were hardly needed in these modern times. Gabriel must have been spooked by Mark and Mary to teach a nun the Prayer of Avvah.

"You said Antsy had a silver aura when you first saw her, Mistress?" Karen asked.

"Yes."

"Then I really don't know. I'm so sorry I couldn't have been more help."

Mark kissed Karen on the lips. "It's okay, I know who I need. Sluts, clear the room."

"Yes, Mistress," they all said, almost in unison, and filed out.

Mary took a deep breath, steeling herself before firmly saying, "Lilith, appear before me."

The chains that bound me to Mary, thanks to the gem Lucifer had given Mark and which Mary had used to summon me, pulled me into the mortal world. I stepped out of the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss.

Mary shuddered as my lust poured into her. Her nipples hardened beneath her ugly, tied-dyed top, and her pussy grew wet. She grit her teeth, fighting against my effect. She was good at resisting me. Last week, I had tried to tempt her to dominate Mark.

She managed to say know. It was hard to turn soul mates against each other. Now Mary was onto my manipulation, but she had no idea of the depths of my true plans.

Mary was unaware that I had corrupted Lana and Chantelle, their sex slaves on their honeymoon. Even now, my servants made preparations for my escape from the Abyss. Then Mark and Mary would pay for ever forcing me to be their servant.

And Lucifer would remain trapped in the Abyss. By giving my gem to Mark, he set in motions the means for my escape.

Mary's eyes stared at me with lust she tried to fight. I was lust given female form. My breasts were perfect and large, far too perky for tits my size. My hair fell in a curtain of silver that fell about my lush body, contrasting with the translucent, red dress I wore. The dress clung to me like a second skin, molding about the curves of her body, and was sheer enough that my hard nipples and silvery patch of pubic hair were visible.

"What can I do for you, Mistress?" I purred, savoring her desperation.

Mary explained what I already knew. My smile grew. Mary glared at me. I didn't bother hiding how much I savored her pain.

"I know what has happened," I purred when she finished. "All that we needs do is negotiate the price."

"Use my last boon," Mary begged. "I want Mark freed from this spell this instant."

The chains binding our souls tugged at me. I had no choice but to send out my power. It crashed into the nun's Prayer. I shuddered at the power of Heaven. The Prayer rebuffed me with purity. "I cannot break the spell. It has...protections. But there is a way for you to break the spell."

"What?" Mark asked desperately. "I'll do anything. Use my boon to tell me."

I put my finger to her lips, a naughty idea forming in my mind. Mark and Mary would be so much easier to deal with if they were split up. Mary needed...temptation. An alternative to Mark. She was hurting. She might seize it.

"You will need to use your boon, but on something more powerful than simple information."

"Well, if it's a spell harming Mark then we already made a deal for you to teach us magics," Mary stated. "What is afflicting Mark?"

"Ah, I said spells a Warlock could use," I said with a smirk. "This is Heavenly magic. A nun performed this spell."

"Fine, what do you want?" Mary's eyes narrowed suspiciously at me.

* * *

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

I stared at the demoness, fighting the lust billowing through my body. She was so beautiful. Part of me wanted to fall to my knees and worship her pussy. The memory of her pussy burned on my lips and tongue.

"I want you, until noon, to experience the pleasures of having a cock of your own," Lilith purred.

I shuddered, remembering the night Lilith had conjured her own cock and fucked Karen. Then Karen still had been the nun. It was the night Karen had attacked us, and Mark and I gave Lilith Karen to fuck in exchange for learning about magic.

"I saw how hungrily you stared at mine the night I took Karen," continued Lilith. "I know you've fantasized about having your very own cock."

Since that night, I had wondered what it would be like. I fought my urge to use my final boon to have my own cock over and over. It was so difficult. But my love for Mark kept me from ever doing it. I feared he would find it disturbing.

I didn't know how Mark would react if I had a cock. It wasn't worth losing my intimacy with Mark for that delight.

"You wouldn't have to use those pitiful substitutes," taunted Lilith. "Those strap-ons."

"That's it?" I asked and swallowed. It seemed so simple. I would get to indulge in my fantasy. But what was the trap? I had learned Lilith's agreements had hidden hooks.

"Well, when your time is up," Lilith purred, reaching out to caress my face, "we'll see what you want to use your boon for. Maybe you'll want to keep that dick. Why be Mark's favorite whore when you could have whores of your own to fuck?"

It was hard to fight her words. To control my lusts. The image of cock thrusting from my body burned through me. There was the hook.

"And, of course, you can control when you have the cock," purred Lilith. "Be a woman when you want to, or be more than a woman. Mark will be happy with Antsy, the nun's spell will see to that. And you can be happy with your cock."

The trap was obvious. But I had no choice. I would be strong. "I love Mark, so it's not going to work. I will not waste my boon so selfishly."

"Then why do you hesitate?" Lilith whispered.

She was so close now, I could smell the scent of her arousal: spicy, sweet, tart, tangy, fresh. She smelled of every pussy I ever tasted, mixed together into one amazing bouquet of feminine lusts.

"If your will is so strong, then what do you have to lose by experiencing a few hours of pleasure?"

"Fine, we have a deal," I gasped, my body shivering as an orgasm rolled through me; I clutched the back of a dining chair for support.

"Good," purred Lilith.

I gasped as something sprouted from my crotch, pressing against my skirt. I tent formed from my crotch. The head of my cock rubbed at fabric of the skirt, shooting delight through my body. I lifted my skirt and groaned at the sight.

I had a cock extending from where my clit should have been. Hard, throbbing, fleshy cock.

I stroked it, smiling at the pleasure that rolled through my body. It was so much more intense, more focused. It was like all my pleasure nerves were concentrated in one little spot--the head of my cock. I slid lower and found that the cock extended from my clitoris, and my pussy was beneath, wet and hungry.

This was so amazing.

"I'll leave you to your fun," Lilith purred. "I'll be back in two and a half hours. And don't worry about getting soft. I gave you stamina to rival Mark's."

Lilith vanished. Even though her lust stopped infecting me, I was horny.

My cock was so hard. So insistent that it needed to cum. No wonder guys were such horny bastards, always sniffing after us gals. They had this...this pull in their cocks that was so hard to ignore. I needed to fuck someone, anyone.

The sluts were home.

I strode into the living room where ten sluts waited: Desiree, Alison, Lillian, Violet, Fiona, Korina, Xiu, Karen, Chasity, and Thamina. Who to fuck first? Busty Xiu could give me an amazing titty fuck. There was Lillian, who Mark fucked from behind as she ran the cash register at Goth Topic. My gaze slid to shy Thamina, wearing her modest headscarf and nothing else.

Maybe Karen. I enjoyed fucking her ass with a strap-on when she was being punished. How would it feel to fuck her ass with my cock?

Alison had that tattoo that read "Cum on in," and that seemed like a great idea. And then her fiancee, Desiree, could eat my cum out of her cunt.

My eyes fell on sweet Violet. Mark had taken her virginity in an elevator.

"My cock's the only one that's been up her cunt, I want it to stay that way," Mark had said in the aftermath of Karen's attack.

My cock ached to know Violet's cunt. Even knowing Mark wasn't responsible for those words he said to me last night, I still felt the pain. Part of me was still angry at him, wanting payback. And fucking his precious, near virginal Violet seemed like a good place to start.

"You have a cock, Mistress?" Chasity gasped. "Is...is everything alright?"

"It's the price I have to pay to get back Master," I answered.

Alison, bold as always, walked up, dropped down to her knees, and sucked my cock into her mouth. I shuddered as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, the hard metal of her tongue stud contrasting with the soft flesh of her tongue.

"That's it, slut," I purred.

"That's so hot, Mistress," Fiona moaned.

Alison sucked my cock into her mouth. The pressure swelled at the tip of my dick. I didn't want to cum. I wanted to hold on, but the sensations were so extreme, so different, I couldn't resist. My entire body tensed and then I groaned as my cock erupted cum into Alison's hungry mouth. It shot out of me in pulses of intense pleasure that left me panting.

"Wow," I gasped. I was like a virgin popping off the first time a girl touched his dick.

And I was still hard.

"Thank you, Mistress," Alison purred, licking my white cum off her lips. "Thank you for the gift of your cum."

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, savoring my salty flavor. It was similar to Mark's, but not quite as salty and a little more sweet. My cock throbbed against her stomach. My dick ached to cum again, my pussy itching and dripping juices down my thighs.

I pushed Alison to the side, pulled the ugly shirt Alice bought over my head, and then slid out of the ruin of my dress. My eyes fixed on Violet as I strolled to the slut, her eyes fixed lustily on my cock as it bounced and swayed.

"Me, Mistress?" she groaned, her face twisting with indecision.

I grabbed one of her brown pig-tails, pulling her up to her feet. She was naked, her nipples hard on her budding breasts, her bare vulva slick with her juices. She looked younger than her eighteen years without any pubic hair adorning her tight slit. Her body was slim, and lithe.

"I'm going to fuck you, Violet," I purred, toying with her pig-tail.

"But, I'm only allowed to have Master's cock in me," Violet protested.

"Master only meant that you couldn't fuck other men," I retorted. "I'm a woman, see." I lifted my cock, exposing my flushed cunt. "Besides, Mark would want you to please me, wouldn't he?"

"I...I guess, Mistress," Violet flushed. Her hand reached out and hesitantly grasped my dick. "I would love to."

I smiled as her slim fingers stroked me as I led her to the couch. She stretched out, her tiny breasts heaving with desire. She spread her legs, flashing me her tight slit that just begged for my cock to fuck her hard.

"Fuck me, Mistress," she begged, rubbing at her wet, flushed slit.

"Slut," I groaned as I crawled between her thighs. I rubbed my tip against her cunt as I kissed her. Our breast rubbed together as my cock slid into her depths.

I moaned into her lips as her flesh engulfed me. The pleasure was so amazing and so different from being fucked. Violet's cunt was a tight, warm, velvety glove squeezing so pleasurably on my cock. It was wonderful.