The Devil's Pact

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner

Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison

Desiree Fitzsimmons

Lana

Chantelle

Xiu

Korina

Fiona

Violet

Lillian

Nurse Thamina

Karen (Sister Louise Afra)

Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter

Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI

Demons

Lucifer

Lilith

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām

Sister Theodora Mariam

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons

Doug Allard, P.I.

Tina Allard

Dominion Ramiel, Angel

Antsy (Mark's Sister)

Chapter One

In the darkest shadows they met, the lovers torn by hatred and duty. Chasity, armed with only her faith in the Living Gods, stood strong against the Patriot Noel and her terrible sword. Oblivion had been forged into a blade of negation. The Holy Martyr stood firm, risking her very soul to protect the Living Gods one last time. Noel was consumed with her foul hatred, her soul poisoned. Not even love would stay her hand. She swung negation at her lover. Chasity stood firm.

--Second Book of Vivian 10:34-37

Thursday, June 13th, 2013 -- Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

Peterson was a ball of sweat by the time we reached Tacoma, his bald head glistening and his face even ruddier than usual. I couldn't help smirking at his discomfort. He had attacked Master and Mistress. He had tried to arrest them or even kill them. Of course, so had I, but Master had explained everything to me and now I understood.

For the last week, my partner Peterson and I had been hunting for Mark Glassner. We mistakenly thought he was a terrorist. We thought he had unleashed a gas in the Buy Best, a large electronic store, up in South Hill, and created an orgy. We even thought he had sexually assaulted several women, despite every one of the women involved defending Mark. They enjoyed being dominated.

When Master spoke, you had to obey.

All week, Master had been having his fun. We thought the had been committing crimes, but everything Master and Mistress did was perfectly legal. His voice seemed to echo in my mind, reminding me of that fact.

Early this morning, just after four AM, Peterson and I had raided Mark's house. A petty man named Brandon Fitzsimmons was jealous that Master had claimed his beautiful, busty wife Desiree as a sex slave. So Brandon ratted Master out to the FBI. We responded with the support of the Pierce County SWAT department.

Master showed us all how mistaken we were. Master was pissed at Peterson, embarrassing my partner in front of the entire world. But he didn't punish me. Instead, Master had claimed me as his sex slave. His slut. My pussy grew wet just remembering his hard cock reaming me from behind while I ate the sexy Violet's pussy out.

That had been my first taste of pussy. Of course I loved it. I was a slut now.

But I was also Master's spy.

Peterson parked the car beneath the Federal Building in downtown Tacoma. He sucked in a deep breath. "Time to get fired."

"Yep," I nodded.

His jaw set. I knew he wanted to throw me under the bus with him, but Master had given Peterson orders. I was his spy, and Peterson would lie to protect my allegiance. I put on a professional look and made sure my sandy-blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail.

"Not a word," I reminded him.

"I couldn't if I wanted to," he growled. "Fucking bastard. How does he do it?"

I shrugged. "He's Master. Does it matter how he does it?"

"No." Peterson slammed the door. "He's gonna destroy the world, Noel. If he's not stopped. I wish I had put a bullet--"

I slapped him. "He is an amazing man. You are lucky he didn't put a bullet in your head. We were there to kill him."

"Yeah, we. I wish you would remember that."

I strode to the elevator, trying to calm myself down. I gave him a smile. "Let's go up. I'll be very supportive. I'll agree to everything you tell the SAC."

Peterson's face paled. No one wanted to be on the bad side of SAC Kemp. He was the Special-Agent-in-Charge of the Tacoma branch and a man you didn't want to mess with. The elevator dinged and we stepped inside.

Peterson clenched and unclenched his fist on the ride up. A bead of sweat dripped down his cheek. It was hard to stay mad at him. I had known him for awhile, ever since I had graduated from Quantico and been sent out into the field. And we both had made the same mistake. But I wouldn't stop his embarrassment. It was his punishment for the raid. Mistress has been shaken by the SWAT officers storming in.

The elevator dinged and we stepped off.

"Peterson, Heinrich," the SAC said as he strode across the room. He was a short, round man. His appearance would almost have been comical until you saw his face. "My office right now."

"Yes, sir," Peterson answered.

He marched behind the SAC like a man to his firing squad. I strode beside him. I wasn't afraid. Even if I was fired, I had Master to go to. It's where I belonged. But I hoped I wouldn't be fired. Master needed me to be his spy and guide the FBI away from him.

The SAC didn't say a word until we were in his corner office and the door was closed. He sat down at his desk, folded his hands before him, and glared at the both of us. "Why did I just see you on the news destroying our entire case against Mark Glassner?"

"Peterson was gassed, sir," I promptly answered. "Mark was waiting for us."

"Not you?"

I shook my head. "When I realized our gas masks were useless, I retreated to a safe distance."

"I wasn't gassed," Peterson said. "There was no gas canisters or equipment in the house. This was all my incompetence. The moment I was inside the house, I realized that we had the wrong guy. It was so obvious"

"The wrong guy?" the SAC asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir. Mark can't do anything wrong."

"We have him on camera committing acts of burglary and terrorism."

"That was someone that looked at him or we were just wrong about it being a crime."

The SAC groaned, shaking his head at Peterson. "Who is this bastard?"

Master was not a bastard. He was the most amazing man in the world. If it wasn't for Master's commands, I would have clawed the SAC's eyes out for such an insult. "He's someone we need to keep our distance from until we can better figure out how to protect ourselves and others from him, sir," I answered. "Peterson, unfortunately, has spoken to the pubic and declared him innocent."

"Yes. I just got off the phone with Judge Grant. He was pissed. You woke him up for a no-knock warrant on what he now thinks was a wild goose chase."

"Mark's not a criminal," Peterson insisted.

The SAC shook his head. "Peterson, wait at your desk."

"I fucked up, sir. I'll resign so it doesn't look bad."

"We'll discuss this later."

Peterson nodded and stood up. He slumped out of the room. The SAC's eyes fell on mine. "You're the agent that knows this case best. What are your recommendations, Heinrich?"

I hid my grin.

* * *

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

I had a smile on my face as I walked back into my house. Today was going great. I finally was able to enjoy the two newest members of the naked jogging club: Belinda and her eighteen-year-old daughter Cassie. They were a sexy pair. Watching mother and daughter licking each other's pussies had been hot.

A few of the sluts were up, cleaning the house, but I bet most had gone back to bed after the excitement of the FBI raid. Jessica, my reporter slut, had left with her news van. I hoped Agent Peterson's interview was playing across the nation.

I found Mary still asleep in our bed in the master bedroom. I crawled into bed with her and she sleepily asked, "Have fun?"

"Yeah, I fucked a mother and her daughter," I murmured, spooning her from behind.

"That's nice," she whispered and then she fell back asleep. I kissed her shoulder, my cock pressing against her soft ass, and joined her in sleep--jogging, plus fucking a mother and her daughter, was tiring. I dozed, enjoying the feel of my fiancee. She was such an amazing woman.

I woke up to a warm, sucking feeling on my cock. "Hmm, Mare, that feels good," I moaned. The sucking stopped for a moment then continued. Mary's tongue was swirling around the tip, the hard, metal head of her tongue stud added extra pleasure to the blowjob.

Wait? Tongue stud? Mary doesn't have a tongue stud.

I opened my eyes and saw bubble-gum pink hair spilling across my stomach. "Alison," I smiled.

"Good morning, Master," Alison cooed. "Mistress told me to wake you up." Alison gripped my cock.

"Umm, this is nice," I grinned as she swiped her tongue about the tip. My cock throbbed. "Why don't you sit your tight pussy on my cock and we'll really have some fun."

"Yes, Master," she moaned. Alison was a slut. She made everything sound like liquid sex when she spoke.

Alison slowly stroked my cock as she straddled my waist before guiding my dick to the entrance of her cunt. Tattooed above her pussy was the phrase "Cum on in," and an arrow pointing to her tight cunt. Her tight snatch engulfed my cock as she lowered herself, her small breasts jiggled, her silver barbell nipple piercings glinting as she shuddered. She slid back up, her cunt so tight, and her breasts jiggling.

"Mistress says you need to take a shower. It's almost time to leave for her OB/GYN appointment."

"Did Mary tell you to wake me up this way?" I asked, stroking her side before sliding my hand up to grope one of her tits.

"Mistress didn't say how I was to wake you up," Alison answered with a naughty giggle. "So I decided to be creative."

"You made the right decision, slut."

Alison beamed.

The bed springs squeaked as Alison rode me. When she bottomed out on my cock, she would grind her clit into the forest of my pubic hair before rising up. Her cunt was tight with youth--she was barely nineteen--and she beautifully moaned as she rode me.

Her innocent face contorted with bliss as her hips swirled. My cock glistened with her juices. I groaned every time she slid down. Her hot, silky furnace engulfed me. I found her hard nipple as my balls tensed.

"Go faster!" I urged. "I'm gonna cream your cunt."

"Yes!"

Her hips responded, and Alison twisted and rose as fasts as she could. Those delightful breasts jiggled and bounced. My hands gripped her ass, savoring the way they clenched as she rose on my cock. Her tongue licked her lips, her tongue piercing flashing.

"You are a fucking slut! Ride your master!"

"I love it! I love your cock in me, Master! Oh, fuck! You have the best cock! Umm, your cock feels amazing in my slutty pussy."

"Yes!" I groaned. My balls tightened. "Ride me, whore." I smacked her ass. "Jiggle those tits. Make me cum in your slutty hole."

Her breath quickened as her orgasm neared. She slammed up and down on me. Her pussy clenched as she slid up, massaging my tip. The pressure swelled through me. I bucked my hips, meeting her thrusts as the pressure swelled.

"Fuck!" I groaned through gritted teeth and flooded the sluts cunt. Every blast send a bolt of pleasure through me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Alison screamed as I flooded her. She writhed atop me, her breasts heaving. "I'm cumming, Master! I love it when you cum in me!" Her pussy massaged my cock as she slammed down on me.

"That was a good fuck," I panted.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" she said, a smile on her flushed face. She leaned down and gave me a hot kiss, her hard nipples and piercings rubbing on my chest.

The bedroom door banged open and strawberry-blonde Fiona stalked in wearing her maid's uniform. Her big breasts bounced in the transparent bodice as she walked over and smacked Alison on the ass.

"Mistress said to wake Master up, not fuck him!" Fiona shouted. "Go downstairs! Mistress is going to paddle your naughty, slutty ass."

"Oh, no," Alison gasped in dismay and hopped off of me. My cum leaked out of her pussy as she scurried out of the room.

"Mistress asked me to remind you to get ready," Fiona respectfully said.

"I guess I have to take a shower," I said, eyeing Fiona. "Get naked, I want you to wash me with those big tits of yours."

"Yes, Master," she beamed as she began to strip.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"Alison, you naughty slut!" I shouted as Alison guiltily came down the stairs. I could see the cum running down her thigh. "I told you to wake Mark up!"

"I did, Mistress," Alison protested.

"With your cunt?"

She pouted, her lower lip just begging to be kissed. "Master liked it."

"Of course he did," I said, rolling my eyes. "He loves sticking his dick in any hole." I grabbed the wooden spoon; I so enjoyed smacking the asses of naughty sluts. "Bend over the table."

"Yes, Mistress," Alison pouted. She bent over, her cum-stained pussy peaking between her sleek thighs. But I only had eyes for that juicy ass.

I smacked her ass hard.

"One, thank you Mistress!"

"Stop pouting, bitch!" I told her. "You're my slut. I can beat you for any reason I want. I don't even need a reason!"

"Sorry, Mistress," Alison apologized. "You're absolutely right."

Smack!

"Two, thank you Mistress!" A smile appeared on her lips.

My pussy was starting to itch. Karen was watching, the former nun wiping her lips with a paper towel as she stepped out of the bathroom. "Get on you knees and pleasure me, Karen!"

"Oh, yes Mistress!" Karen excitedly gasped and rushed to kneel before me, hiking up my black skirt and shoving the gusset of my sky blue panties to the side. "This will wash that bad taste away." I shivered in pleasure as her tongue ran down my shaved slit, flicking my clit.

She was a natural pussy eater.

Smack!

"Three, thank you Mistress!" Her ass was turning red.

Smack!

"Four, thank you Mistress."

She was such a naughty, dirty slut and just begged to be punished. I shuddered as Karen's tongue wiggled through my pussy.

Smack!

"Five, thank you Mistress."

I lost myself in the pleasure of Karen's tongue and the smack of the spoon on Alison's flesh. Every time the spoon smacked her ass, her ass jiggled and reddened more. The spoon cracked down and Alison gasped in pain. I savored it.

She was such a naughty slut.

My naughty slut.

I gripped Karen's brown hair with my freehand, grinding my face against her hot lips. My toes curled as she nibbled on my clit. Her fingers gripped my ass, pulling my pussy against her eager lips. My orgasm swelled hot through me.

Smack!

Alison deserved to be punished.

Smack!

My orgasm swelled, my nipples aching in my dress. Karen's tongue fucked my pussy.

Smack!

Alison's ass burned red. I was her Mistress. I could beat her when I wanted.

Smack!

My hips undulated, smearing my hot pussy on Karen's face.

Smack!

The former nun devoured my juices.

Smack!

My toes curled in my heels.

Smack!

I sucked a deep breath through my nose.

Smack!

I came with a shudder.

Smack!

My pleasure crashed through me.

Smack!

Karen drank down my juices. I swayed for a moment, my vision going dark. The spoon almost slipped from my hand. I moaned as the last waves of my bliss rolled through me. I licked my lips, staring at the red welting Alison's ass.

I spanked her one last time. Smack!

"Twenty-six, thank you, Mistress!" Alison sobbed.

I pulled Alison up and stroked her crying face. "I loved beating your ass, slut. You made me very happy!"

"Thank you, Mistress," Alison sniffed and smiled. "I'm so glad I brought you joy."

"You are just so perfect." I kissed her on the lips. I couldn't resist groping her welted ass and feeling her jump in pain.

Alison gingerly walked away as I admired my handiwork. The slut noticed and forced a sway in her steps. She lived to please. She gave me pleasure, now she deserved a reward. "Go find Thamina and have her put an ointment on you ass and then have her lick you to a nice orgasm."

"I will, Mistress," Alison beamed and scurried off.

I licked my lips and then I blinked. Where was Mark? I glanced at the clock. Damn, we should be leaving right now.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The shower hissed as Fiona soaped her generous boobs. I grinned at her, my cock hard. Fiona's strawberry-blonde hair darkened as the shower wetted her locks. Her breasts were covered in sudsy soap and she pressed them against me.

"That's nice," I sighed as her pillowy tits and hard nipples massaged my body.

"I'm glad you like it, Master," Fiona purred as she moved her breasts around my body. My cock throbbed in delight. I loved my powers. I could make any woman do any act. And they would love me for it.

"Do you love being my slut, Fiona?"

Her green eyes fluttered. "Absolutely, Master. You're the best. So much better than my boyfriend."

Her breasts worked down my chest. She had to lean over to wash my stomach. My skin tingled as her heaving mounds washed my gut. I was losing weight fast. It must be one of our Pacts. Either my wish to live a long, healthy life or Mary's wish for us to be young and beautiful. Maybe both.

Fiona rubbed her boobs around my cock. "Umm, I love sliding my tits around your dick, Master. Especially when you cum on me."

"I had a better idea for how you can wash my cock," I grinned. "Move on."

"Yes, Master," she sighed. There was disappointment in her eyes. She really wanted my cum on her tits.

"Don't worry. You'll get my cum."

"Thank you, Master."

Fiona wrapped her tits around my legs as she washed up and down my thighs. She moved lower, but had trouble getting to my feet. She knelt, the water spraying on her as she massaged my foot, her nipple slipping between my toes.

"Only a complete slut would do that," I groaned, my cock throbbing above her head.

"I know, Master. That's why I love doing it."

"I bet your pussy is dripping wet."

"So wet, Master!" She shuddered as she washed my left foot. "I need to be fucked hard. I need your cock all the time, Master.

My cock throbbed as she washed up my leg. She had to pause to resoap her tits before she massaged my ass with them. I groaned as she slid her tits up and down my cheeks before she worked up my back. I leaned against the wall, savoring her flesh massaging circles up my back until she neared my shoulders.

"How do you want your cock washed, Master?" she purred.

I handed her the liquid body wash. "Lube your asshole with this."

Her eyes shuddered. "What a filthy way to wash your cock, Master," she moaned.

Fiona leaned against the wall, water dripping off her gorgeous body. She reached behind her, apricot-scent body wash covering her fingers. She shuddered as she worked her fingers in and out of her tight, brown sphincter, building up suds as she fingered her ass.

I stroked my cock, my dick throbbing with need. "Umm, that is a delicious ass."

"Please fuck me, Master!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck! I need it so bad. My ass is all ready."

I gripped my cock and slammed it into her tight ass.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I headed upstairs to find what was delaying my fiance.

No. I knew what was delaying my fiance--his cock. He was a horndog. He had wished for unlimited, sexual stamina from the Devil. His cock was rearing to go at a moment's notice. Even last night, when the succubus-like demon Lilith had almost drained his life away, he had been rearing to go within a minute.

The bitch. I hated Lilith. She scared me. She tempted me. The image of her hard, throbbing cock filled my mind. I could have as much fun as Mark, sticking my cock in all of the sluts. Or Alice.

I shuddered, driving the thought away. I'm not sure how Mark would feel if I had a cock. And what were the hidden strings of Lilith's offer? After last night, I needed to be careful around her.

I sighed, focusing on the problem at hand. I shouldn't have sent Fiona to fetch Mark. Just like I shouldn't have sent Alison to wake him up. The sluts were far too eager to service my fiance. Not that they had much choice. Mark controlled everyone but me with his powers.