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

Dr. Willow WolfTail

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

And the foul demoness Lilith, unleashed by the depraved acts of Sister Cuntrag, did manifest before our sweet and loving Goddess. "I can give you power," tempted the demoness in her guise of a beautiful woman. "All you have to do is dominate your lover. Control Mark and all your desires will be realized." Our Goddess trembled before Lilith's temptations.

--The Gospel of April 17:65-66

Thursday, June 13th, 2013 -- Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

A notification appeared on my laptop, drawing my attention away from the TV. There wasn't much to do in the small cabin I was hiding in. I had used every trick I could to cover my trail and hide myself. I even liquidated my assets, at a considerable loss, so I could use cash for everything. There could be no paper trail.

I had to take these precautions. Mark Glassner was hunting me down. The man had powers. He had made a Pact with the Devil in exchange for the ability to control people with his words. I had been under his power for a while, but a nun named Sister Louise had freed me before she was captured by Mark.

After today, Mark would have even more reasons to hunt me down. He had to know I was the man that tipped off the FBI and had them raid his house. My plan had backfired. Mark had dominated the SWAT Officers and FBI Agents. I had hoped they would just shoot him dead and end this. Then none of this would be happening, and I would be able to rescue my wife from Mark's clutches. My poor, beautiful Desiree was his slut. The photos Doug, my private investigator, had taken of her degradation twisted my stomach.

I had to constantly remind myself that Mark Glassner controlled her with his powers. That she wasn't the willing participation she appeared to be in all the graphic photos. But it was so fucking hard. I wanted Mark dead. I wanted to kill him myself.

But I couldn't take the risk of getting close enough to try. I didn't want to be dominated by his powers again.

So I went on the internet today. There were terrible, back channels of the internet where almost anything could be bought. I used an anonymizers to route my IP around the world and back, hiding where my signal came from.

I hoped my precautions would work as claimed.

I grabbed my laptop to check out his email. I blinked in shock. Someone had already answered my ad. A hitman. I had heard rumors that you could higher one. He already wanted to meet. I scanned his message. It was an hours drive from here in the city of Fife at the Little Pink Pup Cafe.

"Bring $5000 up front," the message read. "And we'll talk about your infestation problem."

I licked my lips and typed back. "Will be there."

A nervous rush shot through me. I wiped at my balding head. This could all end. I should have done this from the beginning instead of trusting the cops to be trigger happy. I even knew the perfect stop for a sniper to take the shot. I had stashed Doug in a rental house to watch Mark as he usurped my wife and home. It would be the perfect spot. One shot and Mark would be dead and this would all be over.

* * *

Lilith -- The Abyss

Mary showered before me just on the other side of the barrier that separated the living world from the Abyss. I stood in the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss. Only the most powerful demons could stand here and gaze at the real world, a constant reminder of what we were barred from. Only when a mortal summoned us could we cross the plane.

And I had been summoned.

Until Mary used her final boon, I was bound to serve her. Therefore, I could cross over at will. I could manipulate the world and prepare for my full escape. The seed already grew. My freedom was inevitable. I just needed worshipers and servants ready to aide me when I escaped the Abyss.

Lucifer was a fool to give me this chance. I would escape and savor the knowledge that he would forever be imprisoned. And my first act would be to get revenge on Mark. I hated all the humans. They were all children of Adam and Eve, but I hated men the most. They all made women serve their brutish desires, like my husband Adam had tried to do to me. And last night, Mark had touched me. He had fucked me. He didn't ask. He just seized because he believed I was property.

I had almost killed him, but his Pact with the Devil and Mary's commands had stopped me.

I burned to get my revenge. I would turn Mary against Mark. She was human, therefor weak and full of desires. I would work her desires like a lever against her soul, turning her to my ends. It would be so satisfying to destroy Mark with his own woman and undo all of Lucifer's careful plans for the young man.

Mary would be my weapon.

I manifested into the shower, the warm water spraying against my naked body. I was lush, my breasts perfect, heaving mounds. I was a succubus, the most beautiful goddess in all creation. My powerful, gorgeous face was framed by my silvery hair.

Mary trembled in delight as my lust washed over her. I would prove Lucifer wrong and twist the little slut from Mark. It would be so easy. She was consumed with passions. Her eyes locked on my tits, her freckled breasts heaving she desired my perfect body.

Mary wrenched her eyes from my breasts. "Lilith!" There was a touch of anger in her voice. Her green eyes hardened. She was still mad about what I did to Mark last night. The worm deserved it and more. I would crush him, and this stupid little girl would help me. Once my lust had fully flooded her, she would be putty in my hands. I would shape her into the knife that would plunge into Mark's heart.

My cunt grew wet at the thought.

"What are you--"

I pressed my body against her as I kissed her. Mary's nipples hardened against my pillowy breasts. She tried to back away from me, shuddering as she climaxed. I was Lilith, the first Succubus and mother of monsters. My touch was pure lust.

Mary's back hit the shower wall. I pressed tight against her, savoring the way her flesh shuddered beneath me as her orgasms wracked her body. I pinned her in place, my lips working against hers as we kissed.

Mary moaned into my lips. Her hands wrapped around my hourglass waist, sliding down to my ass. Her legs eagerly parted as her hips undulated. Her hard clit brushed the wet lips of my pussy. My hips undulated back as we slowly tribbed, grinding together.

"I enjoyed watching you and those men this morning," I whispered into her ear. It was the truth. "There's nothing hotter than a woman putting a man in his place. You mastered them. You made them your bitch."

"It was fun," moaned Mary. The girl shuddered in my arms as she came again. I had watched her dreams. She burned to dominate men and to possess a cock like the one I could summon.

Mary forced her eyes open. She bit her lip as she fought against my lust. Mary was getting better at resisting my passions, but not even she could fight off my lust and her orgasms when my cunt kissed her clit.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped as she shuddered.

"I bet you would love to make more men crawl before you." I licked her ear and she gasped and came again, her cunt juices drenching my pubic hair. "To make them beg to pleasure you. To degrade them the way Mark degrades women!"

"Yes! I want to do that!" Mary hissed, her fingers digging into my ass. "It was so hot, I came so hard as those sissies fucked me this morning! And then to hear that guy beg to let him cum! Fuck! He was so pathetic. He whined like a sissy bitch when I walked away. It was so intoxicating!"

"I can give you that," Lilith whispered. "You can have Mark as your obedient slave."

"What?" Mary asked, stiffening in my arms and her desires fading away. She clung to her misguided love for the man. I poured more of my lust into her. Get a human horny enough and they would do anything.

"Mark made you his slave. He degraded you. He used you. Wouldn't you love to do the same to him?"

Her body trembled in my arms, her breath quickening. Her thoughts whirled in her mind as her dark fantasies rose from the depths of her subconscious. I could taste them. They were delicious as she imagined Mark crawling before her and begging like a pathetic dog to fuck her. To please her and worship her.

He begged to be allowed to cum.

Mary craved power.

"He made you his slave, so make him yours. Degrade him, punish him. Get even with him for what he did!"

Scenarios whirled in her mind, and I inserted even nastier images as I ground my pussy against hers. The desire built inside her as the disgusting, degrading fantasies I planted flowered such depraved fruit. Mark sucking on her toes and worshiping her feet. Mary stepping on his cock, on his balls, crushing them between her toes as he moaned in pain and pleasure. Mark bent over a table, as Mark had bent Mary over so many tables, while Mary fucked his ass with a strap-on. Mark eating his cum out of Mary's cunt like a sissy bitch. Mark watching in the corner as men fucked Mary, stroking his little cock while a real man pleasured her. And then she would let him crawl across the bed and eat the other man's cum from her pussy.

I shuddered in delight; Mary was so close to giving in. Her answer was on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to dominate men. To dominate Mark.

"I love him," Mary whispered, even as the fantasies grew stronger. Her love was weakening. She clung to it, but her love eroded away beneath the winds of lust.

"You can always free him from you power after you've had you're fun," I lied. "Like he did for you."

Mary's body stiffened. Somehow, my words strengthened her resistance. "No," a whisper escaped her lips. "No!" There was more force the second time, and then she shoved me off of her. Anger blazed in her green eyes. "No, Lilith! Not Mark. We're equals. I was his slave, but he set me free! I could degrade and humiliate any man, but not Mark. You don't do that to someone you love!"

I snarled at her as anger bubbled up inside me. How did the little bitch resist those impulses? I built them on her fantasies, on her desires. It should have worked. The bitch should have been putty in my hand. She was only a human, nothing more than a slave to her desires. So how in the name of Creation had she resisted?

"I don't want you appearing before me, before Mark, before any of the sluts, or anyone else under our roof unless you're summoned, Lilith," Mary ordered in anger. "You're my slave!" The chains of her summoning tightened about me and dragged me back into the Shadows, back into the Abyss.

Lucifer laughed as I appeared in the Shadows, that damned, knowing smirk on his lips.

"That should have worked," I muttered in embarrassed anger. "How had the cunt resisted? Your work?"

"If you had paid any attention, you would have known that tactic would fail," Lucifer sneered as his light pulsed brighter. To humans, Lucifer appeared as they expected, in this day and age it was the evil lawyer routine, but his true form was hidden by a nimbus of shining light. He was the Morning Star, and he burned as bright as his pride.

I frowned, and then I smiled as seductively as possible. "What do you know, Lucifer?"

"You're trying to split up soul mates," Lucifer answered. "If I hadn't arranged for Mark to read that book and learn how to summon me, he would have met Mary anyways and their lives would have been boring. A few kids, a small house. It was destiny, so I just fudged how they met. I twisted their lives to serve my designs."

"Why?" I asked, furrowing my brow in suspicion. "Why would you want a pawn so full of love?"

Lucifer smiled, beautiful and evil and powerful all at the same time. A shiver ran through my body, fear and lust warring inside me. "Humans have done such amazing things for love," Lucifer exulted. "David sent Bathsheba's husband to his death so he could have her. Mark Anthony rebelled and died for love. Justinian destroyed the future of his Empire for the love of his whorish wife. For love, Paris kidnapped Helen, and for love the Kings of Greece destroyed the City of Troy. Love has made men and women betray their countries, their friends, their children. For love, humans will lie, will steal, will murder. A person in love will commit acts that they never imagined they could. The question is, Lilith, why wouldn't I use a pawn in love?"

His laugh was deep, throaty and powerful, echoing through the shadows. Lucifer's ardor rolled off him in waves as his light pulsed with scarlet desire. His cock emerged, shining like the sun, and my eyes were drawn to the pulsing shaft. Humiliation roiled through my body. I was going to have to pleasure him. How I hated being used to satisfy a man's lust. One day I would have the power over Lucifer.

One day he would pleasure me.

His hands grasped my shoulders. I sank down to my knees. There was no use fighting it. Lucifer ruled the Abyss. My body was just one of the many perks the King of Hell possessed. As Milton had long ago written about Lucifer, "Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven."

My mouth opened and his cock entered my mouth. I closed my eyes, as Lucifer's glow intensified. The more I sucked, the more his pleasure increased. I worked my tongue around the tip of his cock, his salty seed filling my mouth.

I let my thoughts drift as I pleasured him. My ploy with Mary may have failed, but that was just a passing amusement. Nothing would have been more satisfying to watch than Mark getting degraded by his own woman, but I had another way to destroy Mark and derail Lucifer's plans. One that could not be stopped. The seed was already planted in fertile soil, and when it sprouted, I would destroy Mark and be free of the Abyss forever.

I would have all the freedom denied Lucifer. He can rule in Hell. I would rule on Earth.

Lucifer could continue along in the misguided belief that events were serving him. He could continue making me his whore, like Adam thought he could. I broke free of Adam's domination, and I would break free of Lucifer's. He made a huge mistake loosing me upon the world again. One day, he would crawl on his knees before me and grovel for my embrace. I imagined Lucifer's lips on my feet, delighting in his imagined humiliation.

His cock erupted fire into my lips and destroyed my fantasy. His seed burned as I swallowed.

Soon, Lucifer would be my slave.

He rolled me over onto my hands and knees and took me from behind.

* * *

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

My heart thudded as Lilith vanished back into the shadows.

I leaned against the wall. I had no idea such dark fantasies lurked inside me. Did I really want to dominate Mark? I had enjoyed dominating the SWAT Officers this morning. It had been so intoxicating to make the muscular, powerful men serve me as little, sissy bitches.

But I loved Mark. We were equals. He had made a mistake and...

I frowned. What was Lilith's game? Why had she appeared? I shuddered, the hot water cascading down my excited body. She wanted revenge. She hated Mark. She had tried to kill him last night, and now she had tried to use me to destroy him.

"That fucking bitch," I snarled.

I turned around, facing the hot spray. My pussy was still on fire. In the few minutes she had been pressed up against me, I had cum over and over. Her touch was foul yet ecstatic. But still my body trembled with need. She had infected me. I groaned, shifting my hips as I grabbed the loofah.

"I'm stronger than her," I whispered as I soaped my body. "I fought her off. I didn't submit. I would never hurt Mark that way. He made a mistake and he fixed it."

The image of Mark kneeling before me flashed through my mind.

Let me fuck you, Mare. Please.

"No," I hissed as I moved the loofah down between my thighs. "You never have to beg from me. You're not pathetic. You're my stallion."

I closed my eyes as I rubbed the loofah against the burning folds of my pussy. The soft, silky cloth caressed the lips of my snatch. My clit throbbed. I rubbed it in circles as I closed my eyes. My pussy clenched, my pleasure swelling.

"You're my horny stallion! You take me!"

In my fantasy, Mark threw open the shower door, his cock thrusting hard before him. He seized me, claiming me. My heart thudded faster as I was pushed against the wall. I loved it when he was strong. We were equals, but I didn't mind Mark's domination in the bedroom. It was sexy submitting to his desires.

I felt like such a woman when his blue eyes burned with lust for me.

My naughty filly!

Mark growled in my imagination before his cock speared into my pussy.

I rubbed harder at my aching twat. I humped my hips, pretending Mark fucked me as I masturbated with the loofah. My clit ached, teased by the silky cloth. I bit my lip, moaning harder. My free hand squeezed my breasts.

I love your tits! You make me so hard, Mare! I just can't resist taking you!

"Take me, Mark!" I moaned as my body tensed. My toes curled against the rough floor of the shower. My back arched. "I'm your filly!"

Yes!

Mark howled in my mind as I came.

My pleasure shuddered through me. I sucked in my deep breaths as I moaned in delight. The last of Lilith's poisonous lusts bled out of me, replaced by a more delicious, warm sensation. A natural orgasm. I dropped the loofah and let the warm water run over my body.

I would never betray Mark. He would never betray me. We were partners. We would overcome everything together.

I pushed down my fear of Lilith. She couldn't appear before us and annoy us or attack us. She would only appear when I summoned her. She was collared now. I should have done this to begin with. I took a deep breath, and pushed Lilith out of my mind. I was going out with Diane, and we would have a blast tonight.

Chapter Two

The lesbians of Tacoma were graced with our Goddess's loving presence. She appeared among them, sharing her love and compassion. All who beheld her beauty were consumed in worship for her perfection.

--First book of Vivian 18:1

Mark Glassner

"Fuck, man," Quatch groaned as Willow sucked his cock.

I grinned at my best friend. I was glad I could share my sluts with Quatch and the rest of my friends. Every Thursday, for almost a decade, my friends and I had gotten together to play D&D. We didn't last Thursday, but I had been a little preoccupied with my new powers and Mary. I had fallen head over heals in love with the woman the moment I met her last week.

The guys weren't pleased that I had blown off the game, and I was looking to make it up to them tonight. Each of my friend's would have their own slut to serve them while we played. They would pour drinks, fetch food, and do any nasty act my friends wanted. I had already settled on Violet to be my personal slave for the night. Violet had been a virgin when I took her and I didn't want any other cock to fuck her cunt for the rest of her life.

Quatch, the DM, had arrived first. He had selected Willow, our newest sex slave, for his personal slut. He was a big, hairy guy, hence his nickname, Quatch. It used to be Sasquatch because he was so hairy that he must be cousin to one. Somewhere along the line, it was shortened to Quatch. I couldn't remember his real name. It may have been James or John. Or maybe Jeff. I was pretty sure it started with a J. I should know it, he's my best friend, but everyone calls him Quatch, even his mom and sister.