The Devil's Pact Pt. 25

Editor's note: this work contains scenes of incest or incest content.

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner -- Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison -- Desiree Fitzsimmons -- Xiu -- Korina -- Fiona -- Violet -- Lillian -- Nurse Thamina -- Karen (Sister Louise Afra) -- Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter -- Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI -- Dr. Willow WolfTail -- April

Demons

Lucifer -- Lilith -- Marduk

The Cult of Lilith

Lana -- Chantelle

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Archangel Gabriel -- Dominion Ramiel (Angel) -- Sister Agnes Chibuzo -- Sister Isabella Cecillia -- Doug Allard -- Tina Allard

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Fiance)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Felicity (Sean's Slut) -- Joy (Sandy Slut) -- Avialle (Antsy's Slut) -- Samnag Soun (Grad Student NYU) -- Rachel -- Leah -- Jacob

Chapter One

The Mother Superior was generous in her mercy to Brandon Fitzsimmons, a lesson she hoped he would learn. The man, who would stylize himself the God-King in a few months, fled Rennes-le-Château. He had his chance to turn his back on evil. The choice all men are given. Brandon did more than choose evil--he embraced it.

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

Saturday, June 22nd, 2013 -- Doug Allard -- Toulouse, France

A strange nervousness seized me as the cab pulled up to the front of the Toulouse-Blagnac Airport. My wife would be arriving from the States. The both of us were changed, Gifted powers. Mother Superior Maryām assured me Tina was on her way, guided by Providence. Sister Catherine Sarah had transformed my wife into a nun.

The same way I had been transformed into a monk. I now possessed the Gift of the Spirit.

But would I recognize Tina? Would she recognize me? When Mark Glassner, the Warlock with the powers to control people with his words, sent me to France to stop my former employer, I was a middle-aged man, overweight from a life spent as a private investigator. Stakeouts in cars and eating cheap fast food did not help my gut. Now I looked eighteen, fitter than I had been in high school, my body strong with youth, my muscles coordinated.

I knew how to fight. I had been taught in my dreams by the angel Sophia. With a word, I could summon a celestial gold sword and armor, a weapon capable of harming any demonic flesh. I was a warrior now, charged with protecting the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

I patted my laptop bag, the carry on I had brought with me from the states. I felt the impression of the scroll case through the fabric. I kept touching it. I swallowed and slipped the driver a wad of euros before climbing out onto the sidewalk.

A plane roared overhead. I looked around, unsure where I should go. I did not know what flight my wife was arriving on from the States. I didn't even know the airline she flew on. I strode into the terminal, people bustling around me, an announcer speaking in first French than accented English.

Providence would guide me. I had to trust it.

I closed my eyes and turned in a low circle, my feet shuffling. I lost my bearing after a few turns. I was sure I must look dump. No doubt people stared thinking, "One of those dumb Americans." When it felt right, I stopped and looked up.

I faced a ticket counter. There was no line, unlike the ones on either side. A bored, slim man with dark hair and a pencil mustache played with his smart phone. His eyes flicked up every few moments, making sure he didn't have to work. I marched to him with confidence.

His eyes took one look at me. "Do you have a reservation, Monsieur?" he asked, a nasal pitch to his tone.

My stomach clenched. I didn't. "Yes. Doug Allard."

"Let me see, Monsieur," he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. He typed on his screen, his eyebrows furrowing. "Yes, yes, here you are. To Tel Aviv."

"Israel?" I blurted out in shock.

The man looked up at me. "Is that not correct, Monsieur?"

"No, no. Just...tired. Long trip."

The man nodded, then looked around. "And your...wife?"

"Wife?"

The man's eyebrows furrowed deeper, shadowing his eyes. "Yes, yes. A second ticket. For a Tina Allard. Is she, perhaps, a relative? A, um, mother or sister?"

"Doug?" a woman asked, her voice hesitant.

I turned my head. A young woman stood there, eighteen, slim, lovely, face without blemish. My wife was never a beauty queen, but the creature before me would have been the prom queen at her high school, the center of attention.

"Tina?" I gaped.

She rushed to me and threw her arms around my neck. Her lips were on me in a flash as her youthful body pressed against mine. Flashes of the Mother Superior's and Sister Frances Joan's nubile bodies appeared in my mind. The Mother Superior had slept with me to exorcise me from Mark's control, and Sister Frances Joan made love to me to give me her Gift.

I didn't feel any guilt for breaking my marriage vows. Making love to those two women were special, holy events.

My cock throbbed as Tina's kiss deepened, her tongue pressing against mine as her right hand slid around, rubbing at my muscular body beneath. An excited purr burst from her lips as she clearly enjoyed the changes to my body as much as I enjoyed hers.

I slid my hand down and squeezed her ass. She had the Gift, too. She had made love to Sister Catherine Sarah to receive it.

"Your wife, Monsieur?" asked the young man.

"Yes," I panted. "My wife. We're going to Israel together."

Tina gave me a questioning look but didn't contradict anything I said. She had already followed Providence this far. She turned and held me as we showed our passports to get our tickets. I had so many questions for her.

We had a long plane ride to answer them.

And then we would have to figure out where to go from Tel Aviv. Where would we hide the scroll? The Mother Superior said the wilderness. Forty years of hiding and waiting until the time was right. My joy at reuniting with my wife faded.

A darkness loomed for the world. I glanced around the bustling airport. What would happen to all these people when it came?

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons

I froze at the sight of Doug Allard walking from the ticket counter. My former P.I. was with a beautiful, young woman--likely one of the whorish nuns. My blood boiled while my right forearm burned, remembering Doug's iron grip. He had stopped me from killing that cunt, the Mother Superior, when she denied me the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

Why was Doug here?

My breath quickened as Doug and the woman walked off from the ticket counter. Were they going to Germany to stop me from getting my hands on the Altmark's copy of the book? Would they deny me my vengeance against Mark? I had to kill him to free my wife. Desiree would be mine again.

Doug never noticed me. He disappeared into the airport with the woman. I rushed to the ticket counter. The bored, young man flicked his eyes up from his phone. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill. I had to know if Doug would ruin everything in Germany.

"Where is that man and woman going?" I demanded, slamming the bill on the counter.

The young man's eyes flicked at the hundred, licking his lips. Then he grabbed the bill. "Tel Aviv."

"Israel?" I blinked in shock.

The man nodded. "Anything else, Monsieur?"

"Yes, I need a flight to Germany. Cologne" My fear fled. Whatever Doug was up to didn't concern me. The book did. I would convince the Altgrave to give it to me no matter what I had to do.

* * *

Rachel Goldstein-Blum -- Manhattan, NY

I woke up confused. Where was I and who was I with?

I didn't lay beside my new husband. Unless Jacob had transformed into this beautiful, blonde woman sleeping next to me. Naked, I could feel the silk sheets cool against my body. I flushed. I never slept naked. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and the memories of last night came flooding back.

My new husband and I arrived at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel for our honeymoon, excited for our first night together. I mean, we had spent nights together before, but our first night as man and wife would be just magical.

And it had been magical, only I spent it with Mary, her fiancee Mark, and their chauffeur, the beautiful Leah who slept next to me. My body warmed as the memories of last night burned through me, the strange, almost dream-like moment when Mary, a goddess in the flesh, approached me. The off-hand manner Mark had claimed me and how willing my husband was to let a pair of strangers enjoy my body on our honeymoon still awed me.

And the sex... I shuddered, remembering the things I did last night.

I had been so naughty and wanton last night. I'm not sure what came over me. I was so enchanted by Mary. I couldn't say no to her or Mark. Even my husband understood how great an opportunity it was for me. He was such a great guy to let me spend our honeymoon having fun with other people while he waited alone in the honeymoon suite.

But I would make it up to him. I learned so many new, sexy things.

Last night was my first time with a woman and it was amazing. And my first time getting fucked from behind. I had always been a shy girl, Jacob was the third man I ever let into my bed. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, but our enthusiasm made up for it and we learned.

After our passionate foursome last night--where I licked cum out of another woman's pussy, my first creampie, and had cum licked out of mine--Mary sent Leah and I to the other room in the suite so she could spend some quality time alone with Mark. "It's important," Mary told me when I had protested, "that people who love each other spend time with just each other."

So, Leah and I retired to another bedroom in the large hotel suite. The girl just devoured me the moment we walked into the room. She made me cum so hard and so many times I forgot all about wanting to be with Mary. Then Leah showed me a few tricks to make a woman beg for more with my tongue and fingers as I returned the favor. After all those mind blowing orgasms, we cuddled, and I became lost in her hazel eyes for awhile.

They reminded me so much of my Jacob's eyes. I felt the same happy thrill staring into Leah's eyes I got from staring into my husband's eyes.

Leah was so beautiful as she slept, a little blonde angel. I caressed her face and she stirred. "You dye your hair blonde so you can have fun?"

"Yeah," Leah said, yawning. She reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair. "You should dye your hair. You'd look stunning as a blonde. Because, honey, this brown is a little drab."

"I guess," I said, feeling a little defensive.

"And you want to have fun, right?" Leah asked with a deliciously wicked smile.

I did. That was the point of the honeymoon. To have fun. Sure, it was supposed to be with my new husband, but I was looking forward to having lots of fun. I was hoping a trip to New York City would help get me out of my shy bubble and out into the world.

And so far it was working.

"C'mon, let's go dye your hair," Leah said. She rolled out of bed and dragged me with her.

I wanted to protest that I liked my hair, but Leah was too insistent. She threw my discarded dress at me as she pulled on her slutty chauffeur's outfit--a short, black skirt and white bustier. We passed into the main room. A pair of Mark and Mary's bodyguards--women dressed like sexy cops--stood by the door, alert, protective.

"We're going downstairs to pick up a few things," Leah declared.

One of the women shrugged and opened the door. "Knock when you return."

"Sure," Leah smiled and pulled me outside.

Leah kissed me as we waited for the elevator to arrive. Her tongue was hot and lithe, dancing through my mouth. I loved it. I shuddered and let her do what she wanted to me, my pussy growing wet as I shifted my hips.

I moaned in disappointment when the elevator dinged--we had to break our kiss. Leah had a grin on her face as she pulled me into the elevator. She pressed the L button and pressed me against the wall, her lips on me, her body lithe against me.

I sighed into the kiss, my hands sliding around to grope her ass through her miniskirt. The door whisked opened and Leah kept right on kissing me, not caring if people saw us. I flushed in embarrassment, trying to push her away, not as free as she was.

"Rachel?" a startled voice asked.

I managed to push Leah off me and swallowed. My new husband stood at the elevator doors, a stunned look on his handsome face, his mouth half-open. His stubble was a dark shadow on his chins, his hair rumpled.

"Jacob," I squeaked as Leah started nibbling on my neck. "I...uh...hi."

He swallowed. "I guess you're, um, having fun then?"

"Oh, lots," I squealed.

Leah's hand found my breast, giving it a squeeze. She seemed to get more excited at being watched, it spurred her to be bold, wild, free. My heart raced, and my pussy dripped juices down my thighs. Exhilaration surged through me as my husband watched a woman kiss and grope my body. Feeling bold, I slid my hand up beneath Leah's skirt and felt her naked ass. I gave her cheek a squeeze.

"Are you getting in the elevator, honey?"

"Um, no, I'll get the next elevator, Rach," my husband said, and I almost felt guilty. But then I remembered that Mary told me not to feel guilty last night.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," I called as the doors started to close. "I have some neat things to show you. Love you."

"He's cute," Leah giggled, nibbling at my chin. "Have you guys ever had a threesome?"

"No," I flushed. "We're very...boring, I guess."

"You weren't boring when you grabbed my ass," Leah whispered. "You were a naughty little vixen."

I smiled, I guess I was a naughty little vixen. I had always fantasized about being a wild, sexually adventurous girl when I masturbated. The exact opposite of my real, boring self. When Mary and Mark claimed me for the weekend, it was like I had been given a free pass to be that wild self. To experience my fantasies before I went back to Jacob and my boring self.

So I kissed Leah the entire elevator ride down. I was the new Rachel. It was so thrilling as Leah's tongue probed my mouth. I was breathless and flushed when we reached the lobby, clinging to Leah as we strolled across it. I hoped everyone saw the fun we were having.

The hotel had a small boutique, along with a few other stores, and we browsed the shelves, finding a blonde hair dye. I flinched at the cost--I was sure it was twice as much to buy it from the hotel than at a drug store.

Then my stomach sank. "I don't have my wallet on me."

"We'll charge it to the room," Leah giggled. "Mark and Mary're rich. They won't even notice it on the bill. When you're some rich person's plaything, you need to take advantage of the situation."

"Do you play with rich people often?" I asked.

"I drive a limo and I'm hot," she said archly. "Mark and Mary would not be the first clients that have taken me to bed." She paused and gave a wickedly naughty laugh. "Or the back of my limo."

The dye charged to the room, we head back upstairs, kissing the entire way. My pussy was so wet from the fun we had. We reached the suite, the bodyguards letting us back in, and rushed to the bathroom. We followed the instructions and Leah bleached my hair.

An hour later, I saw the results.

"You're right," I purred, beaming.

"You look gorgeous as a blonde," she nodded.

Golden hair framed my round face beautifully and made my brown eyes dark and sexy. I pursed my lips, cocked my head, and gave the mirror the most smokiest gaze I could. I hardly recognized myself. The boring me was gone.

Leah pressed up behind me, her naked breasts rubbing against my back. "Mmm, you look so scrumptious." Her face appeared above my shoulder as she hugged me. In the mirror we were two blonde, beautiful woman. Her face angelic with lush lips. I wanted to kiss them.

So I did.

I turned my head in the embrace and kissed her on the lips over my shoulder. My heart beat so fast. Leah was so beautiful and fun and everything I always fantasized about being. She let her clients fuck her in the back of limos and would go to clubs and party then have sex with men or women in bathrooms. Complete strangers.

"It's just fun," she had giggled as she dyed my hair, "having a complete stranger make you scream in pleasure in the men's room. Or on the dance floor." She gave a wicked giggle.

I wanted to experience all that before I went back to Jacob and became boring again.

"Leah, show me how to have fun," I whispered when I broke the kiss. "Tonight, take me to one of those clubs."

"It's up to Mark and Mary," Leah sighed. "They hired me to be their chauffeur."

"Maybe they'll let us go out?"

Leah smiled. "Maybe."

Feeling adventurous, I knelt down before Leah and came face-to-pussy. And it was such a beautiful pussy. She shaved except a triangle of dark-brown pubic hair above her slit. Like me, she was a bottled-blonde. Her clit was hard and peaked out of its little hood. Her pussy lips were thick and dark with passion and swollen out of her slit. She smelled tart and spicy.

I had to taste her again.

I spread those fat lips and slid my tongue through her wet slit, gathering a mouthful of her delicious honey. It poured across my lips and tongue. The flavor burst alive in my mouth. I moaned, taking a second lick, my arms going around her waist to hold her, to pull her tight against my lips. I wanted to worship her and make her scream.

"Oh, fuck!" Leah moaned. "Mmm, eat my cunt, slut!"

I was a slut. For the weekend anyways. When I went back to Jacob I would just be his slut. Luckily, there was still all of today and tomorrow for me to be a slut for everyone else. The wicked fun I would have.

I licked through Leah's slit until my tongue brushed her clit, bringing another excited moan from her pouty lips. Her juices poured down my chin. My hands kneaded her ass as I devoured her juices. I sucked her fat labia into my mouth then shoved my tongue deep into her wet hole.

"You taste so good," I moaned into her snatch. "Just delicious."

I sucked and licked at her little clit. I swirled my tongue around her pink, throbbing nub. Every time I flicked it or brushed it, she jumped. Her hips spasmed. She rubbed her hot, juicy snatch against my hungry, licking mouth.

Her hands seized my bleached-blonde curls. She gripped my hair with the same desperate passion I held her ass. She pulled me into her snatch as I licked and sucked. I tongued fucked her. I pleasured her while my cunt grew hotter and hotter. I squeezed my thighs together, my own excitement building.

"Oh, you fucking whore!" Leah moaned. "Make me cum, pussy slut! Oh, you fucking blonde slut, yes!"

"Yes," I purred into her snatch. "I'll make you cum so hard. You'll wake up Mark and Mary."

"Oh, fuck, yes. And we'll show those dyke bodyguards how women really please each other."

I stared up at her, past her heaving breasts, into her dark eyes. She was so beautiful and wild. My heart thudded faster and faster as I tongued her pussy. I wanted to make her cum that hard. I wanted to please her and love her.

Her fingers curled through my my hair as she rubbed her cunt on my lips. She humped faster, sliding across my lips until she pressed her flesh against my nose. She ground her clit against it, gasping in delight. I had pussy juices smeared all over my face, sticky and delicious.

"That's it, slut," I moaned before I licked through her pussy.

I was in heaven. Her juices dripped across me. Her passion grew louder and louder. Her pussy clenched about my tongue. I wanted to thrust into the depths of her cunt. But I couldn't. My tongue was too short.