The Devil's Pact Pt. 36

"Yes," I moaned around Mistress's clit.

Her green eyes widened. Her back arched, her perky breasts heaving as she orgasmed. She screamed wordlessly. Her arousal flooded my lips with her pussy cream. I moaned, opening my mouth wide, swallowing the delicious flood.

I gulped it down, shuddering, the juices flowing around my lips and mouth. It warmed my stomach, the heat racing through my body. I shuddered, my pussy and asshole clenching. I made my Mistress cum. My body tensed.

And then my orgasm exploded through me.

Master groaned as he pounded my spasming asshole. My bowels writhed about his wonderful dick as he thrust hard and fast. His balls smacked into me. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture flooded through my body, juices gushing down my thighs.

"Fuck!" Master groaned as he buried into my spasming ass.

His cum pumped into me. Blast after blast of his jizz flooded my asshole. I shivered, so glad I could please them both. I moaned as I lapped up Mistress's cum, her body shuddering as her orgasm peaked in her.

"Thank you Master, Mistress," I panted as my orgasm burned so hot in me. "Thank you for using my asshole, and thank you, Mistress, for using my mouth!"

I was their slut!

* * *

Mark Glassner

"Damn," I groaned, laying down next to my panting wife.

"Uh-huh," she purred.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. Our tongues danced while Violet licked at my dirty cock. She was such a good little slut. I broke the kiss and closed my eyes, and the exhaustion of the last weekend fell upon me like a ton of bricks.

I felt Mary rest her head on my chest as sleep dragged me down.

"Master," a voice said, shaking my leg, waking me up.

"Huh?" I blinked, coming out of sleep.

"Master," the voice repeated.

I blinked, sitting up. I had been out like a log, and now I was disoriented. The sun had set while I was passed out, the hotel room dark as sin. I glanced at the clock. It was close to midnight. Mary was sleeping on one side of me, and Violet was curled up on the other, her eyes shut. 51 stood at the foot of my bed, still naked, her M16 slung over her shoulder.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"Your family has arrived," she reported, a smile on her lips. "They've almost passed the crowds. There are thousands crowding the streets. It's like St. Peter's Square out there."

"Thank you, 51." I yawned again. Then I shook my wife awake.

"What," she blinked. I gave her a kiss and told her what was happening.

I led my wife to the suite's balcony, wanting to see the crowds. It was a cold, clear September night, and our flesh pimpled. Mary shivered, then concentrated. Flames danced around her. She smiled, snuggling beside me. The flames didn't burn me. Instead, their tongues tickled me. But they would burn anyone else.

I savored the warmth licking at my body.

The streets were filled with people for blocks in every direction we could see, many holding candles, lighting up the streets like the starry sky. These were the people we needed to protect. Molech warned me that Lucifer was up to something dangerous, something I would oppose. Was this the secret Mary learned?

Well, if I started something when I made my Pact, I had the responsibility to fix it, to make the world a better place. A world where people didn't hurt each other, fear each other.

I would give the world love and peace. Utopia.

Chapter Four

And in the sweet embrace of those they loved, the victims of the False God's cruel ambition were healed.

--The Gospel of April 39:28

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum

The last three days had been the most stressful in my entire life. While Jacob and I had huddled in the bolthole--a decommissioned missile silo our Gods bought in the middle of nowhere, Kansas--our wife, Leah, had been fighting for her very life. Jacob and I were helpless, trapped before the TV, looking for a sign that Leah even still lived, praying desperately that she had survived the wrecked limo.

"Leah is alive, Leah is alive," I kept telling myself over and over. I couldn't lose my brunette love. For one glorious weekend--my honeymoon--she transformed me into the slut from my darkest fantasies. It had been a wild adventure before I settled into my marriage with Jacob. Leah and I had made passionate love, and then she took me to this club where I had sex in public before a group of strangers gangbanged us. I fell in love with her. When the weekend was over, and I had to go back to my husband, I convinced Leah to come with me.

I could not stand to be parted from either of my loves.

To my eternal relief, Jacob and Leah hit off, and soon we were a happy, loving threesome, fulfilling Jacob's naughtiest fantasy--two sexy women ready to please him. He deserved it for letting me have a wild, uninhibited time during our honeymoon. Soon after, we came to Washington State to be nearer to the Living Gods. Our Gods graciously offered us jobs. Leah chauffeured for them while Jacob and I put our CPAs to use, managing their complex finances. It was all going amazingly well until Saturday.

It was only in the aftermath of Brandon's execution this afternoon that we found out our wife lived. The Goddess had succeeded in defeating Brandon and saving our Lord. Like a botanist carefully tending to her shoots, Jacob and I had carefully nurtured our hope over the weekend, and learning that Leah lived allowed our hope to blossom into joy--a euphoric high that wiped away all the fatigue and stress of the last three days.

The euphoria continued on the plane ride back to Washington State and the SUV drive to Tacoma. The closer we came, the more my excitement grew, until it became too much. I started crying and giggling in Jacob's arms. Leah was alive. We were going to be reunited with her. My skin felt stretched, the excited energy inside me threatening to explode out of me violently.

The huge mob gathered before the Murano Hotel slowed our convoy to a crawl. There were just so many people for blocks crowding the streets who worshiped Mark and Mary. The snail's pace reduced me to frustrated shouts. I didn't care that all these people were worshiping my Gods.

I just wanted to see my wife.

No. I needed to see my wife and to hold her and make sure she was alright.

"C'mon!" I screamed. "Just run them over!"

The bodyguard driving--a sultry Latina whose silver choker named her 43--gave me a peculiar look but ignored my command.

"It'll just be a few more minutes," Jacob soothed, pulling me closer to him.

"How can you be so calm?" I snapped. "Don't you care about her?"

Anger flashed across his face, but he relaxed it away. Jacob rarely showed his passion outside of the bedroom. "You know I care. I want to see her just as badly as you do."

"Then show it, dammit!"

"That's not fair, Rach!" He stared fixedly at me. "I've been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, hoping for news that she lived."

Guilt flooded me. "Sorry," I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV.

He kissed my forehead. "I know."

* * *

Alison de la Fuentes

I trembled with excitement when the SUV finally made it through all the crowds of people that clogged the streets of Tacoma. April sat next to me, the nerdy teen squeezing my hand, just as excited as I was, eager to see her girlfriend Violet. The two shy girls had bonded with their shared pregnancies and become quite the item lately.

I'm sure Master hasn't noticed a thing.

After spending the weekend worried sick not only about Master and Mistress, but about my wife, Desiree, I was so excited to be reunited with her. Watching her on TV yesterday, hanging on Brandon's arm, filled me with fear. Desiree was smiling and seemed happy, but I could see the fear in her eyes, the tightness in her lips. The bastard did something to her to make her cooperate.

We passed a cordon of soldiers, and then we were in front of the hotel. I threw open the door, racing into the lobby. Master and Mistress were waiting, naked and looking so sexy. I ran to them, hugged them, and felt so happy when they kissed me on the lips.

You should always stay near them, my subconscious whispered.

"It's good to see you, Alison," Master said to me, stroking my face.

"I'm just so glad you're alive," I said, savoring his strong and her gentle arms around me.

"We're so happy to see you safe," Mistress said, tears in her eyes.

I was about to ask where Desiree was when April pushed me to the side to hug our Masters. And then everyone else burst in. I drifted out to the side as Jessica, Xiu, Korina, and Lillian were eager to embrace Master and Mistress. I squirmed with impatience, looking around.

Where was she?

And then their families entered. Master embraced his mom and sister, and Mistress shared a group hug with her family. Tears were shed and kisses exchanged. And all the while, I wanted my sweet Desiree. I strained my neck, looking around the lobby. Leah, the chauffeur, had a joyful reunion with Rachel and Jacob, her spouses. But where was my Desiree? I looked around, a pit forming in my stomach. My breath quickened.

Where was my Latin beauty?

I wormed my way to Mistress, trying to stay calm. "Upstairs," Mistress told me, sensing my question before I could even ask. "In our suite. Top floor."

"Thank you, Mistress."

I raced to the elevator and furiously smashed my fingers onto the up button. I stared at the stupid digital floor counter, watching the red numbers slowly grow smaller as the elevator descended. I wanted to scream at the stupid thing. I was so wound up inside.

I burned inside to see my Desiree.

Finally, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and I shot inside. I pounded the top floor with furious passion. And then I repeatedly mashed the close-door button. I screamed in frustration as the doors refused to close. Slowly, ever so slowly, the doors finally slid close, the elevator lifting me up.

It seemed to take an eternity. I was practically yelling at the stupid thing to go faster. I felt red-faced when I reached the top floor. A bodyguard, 27, stood naked at a door, an M16 clutched in her hand. She smiled tiredly at me as she opened the door with the keycard. There were three bedrooms in the suite.

Desiree was in the second one I tried.

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Empty alcohol mini-bottles littered the floor. Her neck was bare, her choker missing. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks stained with tears. She didn't look up as I entered.

"Desiree!" I shouted, threw myself on the bed next to her, and wrapped my arms around her.

Desiree pushed me off, muttering in a slurred voice, "Go away."

Her words stung. I had expected a tearful, happy reunion. "No," I told her, cupping her face. "Talk to me."

She tore her face away. "Don't touch me!"

"Why?" My heart raced. My stomach clenched. What was going on?

Desiree ignored me. She stood up and wobbled to the minibar.

I snatched her hand, pulling her back. She stumbled, almost falling into me. "You've had enough to drink, Desiree."

"Leave me alone, Alison," she pleaded, slumping to the floor, her head hanging low.

"Just talk to me," I told her, kneeling down next to her and brushing aside empty bottles. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong. I just don't want you any longer."

Her words hurt. Ditch the whiny bitch, my subconscious whispered. You can do better than her. Let the stupid cunt wallow drunkenly. Go find Master and fuck him!

I ignored those words. Normally, my subconscious gave great advice, but not with Desiree. It had a nasty dislike for my wife. There was a part of me that didn't want to be happy, and it was feeding on the pain Desiree's words had caused. I pushed them down. Something was wrong with my wife. She was in pain, lashing out blindly. I needed to get through to her somehow. I couldn't let that monster steal my wife from me.

Not without me putting up a hell of a fight for her.

Is she really worth it? whispered my subconscious. I ignored the voice. Of course Desiree was worth it.

So I laughed dismissively at Desiree. "Don't lie to me," I told her, pulling off my tight T-shirt, baring my lovely breasts and my hard nipples pierced with silver barbells. I grabbed her face and turned her to look at them. I could see her eyes flick down to my nipples, a momentary flash of lust spilling across her face. "Don't lie to me and tell me you don't want me. I know you do. Just like I want you, Desiree."

That was the wrong thing to say.

Desiree grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my back. "That's all you want! My body!" She yanked her baggy shirt off, exposing those magnificent breasts of hers, and shook them at me. "Here they are, Alison. Use me! Take your pleasure!" Tears ran down her face. "That's all I'm good for!"

"No, I don't want your body. I want you. I love you."

"How can you love such a filthy, disgusting creature like me?" Desiree sobbed. "I let him touch me. He... used every part of my body. I let him! I let that monster make me his whore! I betrayed you, Alison!"

I want to break. Pain squeezed my heart. I wanted to scream. To rip Brandon Fitzsimmons's skin off his body, to make him hurt like my wife.

"Shh, you didn't betray me, Desiree. You did what you had to, right? He was going to hurt you." I hugged my wife.

This time, she didn't pull away. She buried her face into my neck and sobbed. Her entire body shook. I don't know how long I held her, stroking her hair, letting her pour out all her pain, anguish, fear. I held her, rocked her, and cried with her until she had poured every teardrop left in her.

I wished Brandon was still alive so I could kill him myself. Fucking Warlock!

You should hate all the Warlocks, my subconscious whispered. Every last fucking one of them! They're a threat to Master!

"I love you, Desiree," I told her after what might have been an hour or maybe only five minutes of her tears. "You're my slut-wife. Forever."

"How can you still love me?" she demanded, pulling her face from my tear-stained neck. Her bloodshot eyes peered hopelessly at me.

I smiled at her, being brave, not showing the pain I felt. "Because you are strong and beautiful and loving. Because you own my heart." I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest between my small breasts. "Can you feel it beat?"

She nodded her head.

"That's yours. It beats for you. Master and Mistress own my body. You own my heart."

"Mi Sirenita," Desiree sighed. "How did I get so lucky to meet you?"

Destiny, my subconscious whispered. They were such beautiful words, so I echoed them to my wife as I slid her hand over to cup my left breast. "Destiny. Our Masters are changing the world, and we were chosen to help them."

We were. And you were chosen first. That's why you must focus everything on Master. He must be protected. He has a destiny.

I shuddered as Desiree ran her thumb around my areola, hardening my nipple, drowning out the wonderful words my subconscious whispered. I shivered, the pleasure racing through my body as Desiree circled my nipple. My pussy clenched, my body squirming.

Then my wife ducked her head down. I sighed in pleasure as she sucked my pierced nipple into her lips. She played with the barbell, twisting my nipple with her tongue. I groaned, shuddering in delight as I felt her love.

She was so beautiful. So special.

Her hand slid down my stomach, circling my bellybutton. I groaned as she caressed the divot, gigglish delight rushing through my body. Then her hands slid down to my sides, gripping me as she sucked harder at my nipple, the throbbing pleasure shooting down to my wet pussy.

"My love," I sighed. "Mmm, I missed you so much."

I didn't fight as Desiree's hands guided me onto my back, her lips sucking hard on my nipples. She pushed up my skirt, exposing my stubbly cunt. I was supposed to have my cunt waxed on Saturday. I flushed in embarrassment. She could see my brown pubes, my real hair color, not the pink I dyed it.

Her fingers ran across my pubic hair. She broke the kiss, looking down and smiling as she played with my pussy lips. Her golden-brown breasts dangled before her as hunger flared in her eyes. She didn't care that I had stubble. That I wasn't as waxed as I should be.

She loved me.

"Mi Sirenita," she purred with such love.

"Yes," I moaned in delight, savoring her pet name for me as she lowered her head.

My eyes widened as her tongue took the first slow lick up my slit. My entire body shuddered as she parted my folds. Pleasure raced through my body. I squirmed, my cunt clenching as her tongue teased me. Pleased me. She reached my clit, circling it, making me moan and gasp as I squirmed on the hotel carpet.

Then her fingers spread open my pussy. Her tongue tasted everywhere inside my cunt, exploring me, driving me wild with her gentle licks. She probed and nuzzled, her nose brushing my clit as I squirmed in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes," I panted, my toes curling. "Love me, Desiree."

"Always," she whispered between lush licks. "Always."

Her fingers stroked my pussy lips as she kept me spread open, her tongue diving deeper, swirling through my depths. My back arched, humping against her. My hands slid up my stomach, cupping my perky breasts, squeezing them as my wife loved me.

Her plump lips sucked on my labia, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through me. Her tongue caressed me, driving me wild. It was so wonderful to see her again. To feel her. To be with her. She was alive. She was safe.

"Yes!" I moaned, humping towards my orgasm.

It built so fast in me. It grew larger and larger. It made me tremble and gasp. I ground on her mouth, smearing my pussy on her lips. My fingers pulled at my piercings, my nipples throbbing. I loved it.

I writhed on the carpet as my orgasm shuddered deliciously through me. I moaned out my joy. It was wordless. I humped against her as my back arched. And then my body spasmed out of my control, groans bursting from my lips.

And she kept licking me. She kept tonguing me. Her dark eyes stared up at me from my pussy. Her fingers rubbed and caressed my folds then plunged into my spasming hole. She fucked them in and out as she tongued my clit.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned, finding my words as my orgasm peaked. "I love it! I love you!"

"Love you, too, mi Sirenita," she purred and then attacked my clit.

It was so sensitive from my first orgasm. The nerves burst with joy. She had me quaking and quivering. Coming closer and closer to erupting. Her delight made me gasp and moan. I ground on her, the pressure swelling and swelling.

"Oh, my god, Desiree," I moaned as my body trembled, anticipating the eruption.

My second orgasm was more powerful than the first. I halfway sat up as my stomach tightened in ecstasy. Desiree slipped a third finger inside me, pumping them in and out of me hard and fast. My pussy spasmed, writhing about her digits. The pleasure boiled through my mind.

Ecstasy.

Rapture.

They were all the same. They had me aching and groaning and gasping in delight. They crashed over and over into my mind.

"Yes, yes, yes! Finger me! Nibble on my clit!"

She did. Her teeth nipped my sensitive bud and sent me spasming into my third orgasm. I screamed loudly and everything went black. It crashed on me so hard. I was buried in the rapture of my wife.

An eternity of joy.

Of wonderful darkness.

I groaned when I returned to myself. I blinked, slowly coming back out of my daze. I stared up at the ceiling. I was still on the floor. A warm body pressed against my side, breasts so soft and round. Desiree was snuggled up against me, her lips sticky with my sweet honey.