The Devil's Pact

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

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)

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Doug Allard, P.I. -- Tina Allard -- Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- Xavier (High Priest of Marduk)

Chapter One

Every woman Lilith lies with is impregnated with the demoness's black seed. The monstrous child grows swiftly. Their forms vary. A hundred different monsters are her offspring, the nightmares that plagued mankind in distant days.

--excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Friday, June 14th, 2013 -- Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

It was late, well after midnight, and my friends had left. We were done playing D&D, and fucking my sluts, for the night. I was glad Quatch, Chris, Tom, and Karl had come over. It was fun showing off my new sex slaves. They were my hot toys, and I didn't mind sharing them with my friends. While we played D&D, Mary had been out dancing at a lesbian club with her friend Diane. She had come home drunk and reeking of pussy.

And then we had some wild fun.

But now it was late. I had a chance to catch a few hours of sleep before my jogging sluts would show up. I left the dining room a mess; the sluts would clean it up when they woke up.

"Come on, Mare," I said, slipping my arm beneath hers and helping her off the table.

"Is it time for bed?" she asked, her voice slurred. She was wiped out from dancing and then fucking my friends. Karl, Tom, Chris, and I had all fucked her on the table. She had loved every minute of it, but now she was gangbanged out and barely conscious.

"Yeah," I smiled at my fiancee. She was so beautiful. Her auburn hair fell in a tousled mess about her heart-shaped face. I caught glimpses of her green eyes as she struggled to stay awake. She leaned against me as we walked up the stairs.

"I pissed in this girl's mouth," she giggled as we climbed. "On the dance floor."

"Naughty filly," I laughed.

"Good night, Master," Lillian yawned at the top of the stairs. She was the only slut still up. She had been playing D&D with my friends and me.

"Night," I nodded as I headed to the master bedroom.

I lay Mary's naked body on the bed. Her thighs were a sticky mess of cum. She was out the moment she hit the pillows. I pulled off my jeans and lay down next to her. "Love you, Mare," I whispered as I closed my eyes.

Sleep crashed hard on me.

I dreamed nonsense. A clash of images conversation and scenarios with my family that spilled from one absurd possibility to another. A wrench tugged on me, ripping me out of my normal dream. I floated in a black void, vivid lights flaring around me.

I held two dolls in my hand. One was blonde and the other raven-haired. They jerked in my hand, like something wanted to rip them free of my grip. I squeezed my hands down, tightly holding them. They were mine. I didn't want to let go of them.

Lilith appeared before me, hanging in the void. She was clad only in her silver hair, her body lush and perfect. Lust ached through me. A gloating smile spread across her face. Lilith seized the blonde doll and wrenched it out of my hand.

"Fuck!" I snarled, my hand throbbing, blood dripping from torn skin.

Lilith's smile deepened.

Before I could stop her, she ripped the raven-haired doll from my hand. Skin tore and I roared in pain.

Lilith's smile burned with triumph.

I snapped awake and groaned. It was 6:45 AM. The time I was used to waking up. It's how I am. Even if I only had a few hours of sleep. It had to be almost three when I closed my eyes. I groaned as I sat up, the dream lingering in my mind. It haunted me, my mind examining it over and over. I had no idea why it shook me so. Was it just fear of Lilith?

The doorbell rang. The Naked Jogging Club was waiting.

"Fuck," I muttered. "We need to deal with that bitch one day."

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub -- Port Orchard, WA

Lana shuddered beneath me, her pussy clenching down on my new cock. This was the fourth time I had fucked her. We were ravenous for the new pleasure. There was nothing like having my cock buried into my wife's tight, hot snatch.

"Cum in me!" Lana moaned! "Keep cumming in me! I love that moment!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, staring into the round, Slavic face of my wife. Her blonde hair was matted to her sweaty face. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. I leaned down, my small breasts pressing into hers as we kissed.

Our Goddess watched us. Lilith stood nearby, clad only in her silver hair, a triumphant smirk on her face. She had rescued us from Mark and Mary. For the last week, we had been under his power, mind-controlled into believing we loved being their slaves.

He was a man. The first man I had ever been with. I had fucked a man and been brainwashed to think I loved it.

My thrusts grew harder as anger spilled through me.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me!" gasped Lana. "I love it! You're so passionate, Chantelle!"

Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling me in tight as her pussy milked my cock. The cock was a gift from Lilith, part of the Pact my wife and I had made. I received a clit I could transform into a cock at will, and Lana's Pact made us both young and beautiful forever. All Lilith wanted in exchange was our worship. I would gladly worship her for freeing us from Mark, let alone for her wonderful gifts.

My pussy clenched. My cock throbbed. I buried into Lana and erupted, flooding her pregnant pussy with my spunk. I collapsed on her, nuzzling into her blonde hair. I pushed back my raven-black curls and shuddered in delight.

"That was amazing," Lana panted.

"Uh-huh." I licked my lips as I rolled off of her. My hands went to my belly. Like my wife, I was pregnant with Lilith's daughter.

"Every woman I fuck quickens with my child," the Goddess had explained. "You two will be the mothers of the first of my new children. They'll grow fast. In no time, you shall bear your daughters."

I couldn't wait.

Lana smiled. "You're thinking of your daughter?"

I nodded.

"It will be a surprise what kind she shall be," Lilith purred. "I am the mother of monsters, and my daughters are as diverse as the sands. But I know they will all be useful to defeat Mark."

"Yes," I nodded.

She glanced at the window. "Dawn approaches. I have business to attend to. Do not forget your instructions."

"No, Goddess," I purred. We needed to find more worshipers for Lilith, other women who disliked men and would be open to worshiping a real goddess.

"Goddess," Lana said. "We are supposed to return to...

them

today." We both shuddered. Neither of us wanted to be near Mark or Mary again. "What do we do?"

"Put them off if you can," Lilith answered. "Tell whatever lie you need to. Remember, he expects you to be under his power."

"Well, they were drunk that night," I pointed out. "I barely remember their command for us to enjoy our honeymoon."

Lana shuddered. "He made me fuck those cooks while he watched."

"While we watched." My fists clenched and I forced out the image of Lana in the restaurant's kitchen while those disgusting cooks used her. "He fucked me and taunted me about how much you loved being used by those cooks." Tears stung my eyes.

"We will make him pay," Lilith purred before she vanished into the shadows.

I nodded my head, then glanced at my wife. "How do we find her worshipers though?"

"The internet?" Lana shrugged.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

I couldn't sleep. I kept staring at the email, puzzling the words. Others were out there that hated Mark. Followers of other demons, maybe? Mark had made his Pact with Lucifer and he had summoned Lilith, another demon. So why couldn't there be others?

If they wanted Mark dead, I was okay with that. My fists clenched and unclenched. I tried to sleep, but I kept staring at the clock. It was 7:00 AM now. I still had five hours before meeting with the assassin.

I wanted to get some sleep, but my brain wouldn't stop working. I didn't fear a trap. No cop would have said what the assassin had. No cop should have had any idea whom I wanted dead. It wasn't in the posting. The very fact the assassin knew Brandon wanted Mark dead had to indicate a supernatural source.

Unless Doug betrayed me.

I shook my head. Doug was loyal. He was horrified by Mark. I spent half the night watching the degrading orgy. My poor wife Desiree had been defiled by Mark and his disgusting friends. They had fucked her and cum on her. And she had to act like she enjoyed it.

I tried not to focus on how hard I had cum as I jerked my cock while watching my poor wife be degraded last night.

I rolled onto my side, looking away from the alarm clock. My eyes closed. Sleep began to descend. My brain was fried. I needed to relax and get some rest. I had a few hours. The lethargy settled on me. My consciousness slipped away.

What if my alarm wasn't set? What if I overslept?

I came fully awake. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It had been five minutes. I pushed the button, checking what time the alarm was set for. Still at 11:00 AM. It was fine. I could get some sleep. I rolled over and drifted down into sleep.

What if overslept?

I bolted awake again.

* * *

Agent Noel Heinrich -- South Hill, WA

I woke up beside Chasity. The blonde was on her side, stirring as I sat up. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, ringing the alarm. I had to get ready for work. Today was so important. In the middle of the night, I had received an email of a threat against Master.

Xavier Donovan, leader of the Cult of Marduk, was under investigation by the ATF and FBI for buying illegal guns. Last night, he had emailed an unknown man conspiring to assassinate Master. Shortly after, the unknown subject had emailed Xavier back. A meeting was quickly settled on for noon at the Church of the Bull Calf, located in the industrial section of Fife, a city that bordered between Tacoma and Puyallup along I-5.

"Good luck," Chasity said as I dressed in my rust-brown pantsuit. She was aware of everything.

"We'll get them," I smiled as I pinned up my sandy-blonde hair. I planned on being there with a team to arrest Xavier, his entire cult, and this unknown subject on whatever charges I could. Once they were in custody, Master could talk to them and convince them to give up this entire ordeal.

Or if they resisted during the raid, I would just kill them. Master and Mistress had to be protected.

I gave Chasity a hot kiss, my heart beating fast. She was such a gorgeous woman, built like a Valkyrie, that mix of beauty and power. A warrior woman. It was exciting being around her. I couldn't wait to get to know her better. Master planned for us to command his bodyguard, so there would be plenty of time.

Master had already left for the day when I stepped out of the bedroom, off to jog with his naked sluts. Mistress was still sleeping off her fun. Chasity would brief them on the threat. I made my way through the house. Desiree was up, cleaning the mess in the dining room.

"Have a good day," she smiled. "Protect

mi Rey

and

mi Reina

."

"I will," I nodded as I passed through to the kitchen to snag a bagel.

Outside, I climbed into my sedan. Peterson, my partner, used to drive it. But after yesterday, he was probably done with the FBI. They believed he was under Master's power, which he was, and off to a hospital to see if they could help him. Luckily, they didn't suspect me. I was Master's spy.

I drove to Tacoma, speeding. I didn't care. I had government plates; no cop would pull me over. My heart thudded. I needed to protect Master. I needed to assemble my surveillance team and get out to the sight. That meant convincing my superiors that this was a major priority. The earlier I went to work on that task, the sooner we could get in place.

My heart raced as I parked my car in front of the Federal Building in Tacoma. I headed inside, my face hard. I needed to be a warrior woman like Chasity today. A Valkyrie who protects her Master from all threats.

Chapter Two

Someone wants to kill Mark. Good. I wish them the best of luck.

--excerpt from Doug Allard's surveillance notes, June 14th, 2013.

Mark Glassner

I was sweaty when I got back from jogging and breaking in the newest member of my club. Issy Norup lived, along with her parents, in one of the houses Mary and I had bought yesterday. They were allowed to live in their homes for free, provided their eighteen-year-old daughter Issy was available for us to fuck. Thanks to my powers, the Norups didn't have a problem with the arrangements.

Since Issy was an athletic girl, I invited her to join my naked jogging club. After the jog, the group met back at Madeleine's house where I would enjoy one of my jogging sluts. Today, I savored Issy and her tight, young cunt.

My working sluts, Noel, Willow, and Jessica, cars were already gone when I walked back from Madeleine's house next door. Noel and Jessica were my little spies in the FBI and the local news. I yawned as I walked into the house. I've never needed that much sleep, I usually got four or five hours a night, but the few hours I had gotten were not enough this morning.

I slipped into the master bedroom I shared with my fiancee. She was still sleeping off the fun she had last night. Last night had been wild. Quatch, my best friend and best man for my upcoming wedding, had asked if I could make his sister his sex slave. Of course, I said yes. Tom, Chris, and Karl--my groomsmen--were impressed with my sex slaves and each wanted one of their own.

I was more than happy to deliver. Today, I would procure their sex slaves and find a pair of virgins for Mary and I to fuck. That last one was important. We needed two virgins so we could cast a spell and make us immune to STD's. With all the fucking we did, we were bound to catch something.

I wanted to join Mary on the bed and sleep, but I had so much to do today. I slipped past the inviting bed and headed into the master bathroom. I turned the shower on. The bathroom filled up with steam. I stepped beneath the spray of hot water and let the warmth take the ache from my legs away. I was slowly getting used to jogging. Every day my body grew more fit. I believed it was more consequent of my wish to have a long and healthy life that I was starting to shed my excess pounds, but the jogging was fun.

Well, fucking my sluts afterward was the fun part.

As the warm water rolled over me, the dream I had last night returned. I couldn't shake the dream. It had filled my mind while I was jogging, distracting me from the view of the five naked asses waggling before me as I jogged--and those five ladies all had beautiful asses.

I felt the dream was important, I just wasn't sure why. I lowered my head, letting the warm water splash down my head and back. Who were the dolls? Were they even people, or did they just represent something else? Was it a warning, a premonition, or was this just my fear of Lilith manifesting from my subconscious?

I sighed, it was probably just a nightmare. Probably.

I grabbed the soap and washed my body. My thoughts drifted from my dream to the day ahead. I was planning to go to Rogers Community College to find the two virgins, and Tom's sex slave--he requested a young Asian slut. It was a shame none of the young women living on our street were virgins with intact hymens.

Finished showering, I slipped out and dried off. I dressed in a pair of boxers, comfortable jeans, and a black t-shirt. Mary was still sleeping, curled up on her side. Her auburn hair was spilled across the bed.

She was so beautiful.

I bent over and kissed her on the cheek before I headed downstairs.

Desiree was cooking in the kitchen, naked save for an apron. I had taken Desiree, and this house, from her husband, Brandon. Desiree was an amazing cook, and I would have kept her even if she was the ugliest woman on the planet for the delicious meals she made. But she wasn't. She was a gorgeous Latina with big breasts and a nice ass.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes,

mi Rey,"

Desiree answered in her sexy, Latina accent.

I reached over and fondled her dusky ass as she stood at the stove. She flipped the pancakes on the griddle onto plates and then ladled out more batter from a mixing bowl. She wiggled her ass as I massaged her butt.

"Keep cooking," I whispered before kissing her neck.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. My hard dick slid across her plump ass then between her legs. I guided my cock, found the wet lips of her cunt, and rubbed my head around her pussy lips. She shuddered as I found her wet hole and slid my cock deep inside her.

"Mmm, that's nice," purred Desiree as I fucked her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped a hand under her apron to squeeze her heavy breasts and play with her hard nipples. Her cunt was a wet, warm glove sliding up and down on my cock. Desiree continued cooking, flipping the more pancakes onto the platter before ladling more batter onto the griddle.

"Morning, Master," Chasity sleepily murmured as she walked in.

"Slut," I replied.

Chasity, our cop slut, smiled and rubbed my ass as she walked by, heading for the coffee pot to pour herself a cup. She grabbed a couple of pancakes and sat down on the small kitchen table. "These are delicious," Chasity said with delight.

"Oh, thank you," Desiree panted. Her hips were moving as her lust built as I fucked her.

"Not as delicious as your cunt," I quipped.

"Or your cock,

mi Rey,"

Desiree moaned back, clenching her pussy on my cock.

My strokes grew harder. I owned this cunt. I could use her whenever I wanted, and she loved to please me. I stole her from her ugly husband and molded her into my slut. She shuddered and moaned. Smoke tickled my nose. Pancakes were burning. Desiree was too lost to the pleasure my cock churned in her cunt.

"Yes,

mi Rey!

Fuck me! Oh, yes!"

Her pussy spasmed about my cock. I squeezed her pillowy breasts. This was power. This was the life. I buried my cock into her pussy's depths and groaned as my cum spilled into her flesh. Her pussy sucked at my shaft, eager and hungry for my load.

"Fuck, I needed that," I growled, slapping her ass.

"I'm glad I could please you,

mi Rey,"

she purred. She scraped off the burned pancakes and poured fresh batter. "Would you like some pancakes?"

I pulled out of her and smacked her ass. In a minute, she dished up my pancakes on my plate. I sat down next to Chasity, my stomach growling. I poured on the maple syrup and took a big bite, my eyes locked on Desiree's nut-brown ass swaying as my cum trickled out of her cunt down her thighs.

Xiu, a petite and busty Asian slut, joined us, that unsightly nose splint still on her face from when Mary broke it on Monday during the fight. "You're seeing the doctor about your nose today?"

"Yes, Master," Xiu said, sitting next to me. "I think the split will get removed."

"Good," I said.

"Master," Chasity said. "Did you speak to Noel this morning?"

I shook my head.

A chill ran down my back as she explained about the assassination threat Noel had uncovered. "Fuck," I muttered. The dream was forgotten.