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) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Boyfriend), Damien (Missy's Boyfriend), Xavier (High Priest of Marduk)

Chapter One

Operator: 911, what is your emergency?

Caller: Yes, I have two women acting completely inappropriate in my restaurant.

O: In what way.

C: They are cavorting and...exposing themselves. It's quite lewd. I need them removed.

O: And is Mark Glassner there?

C: The terrorist? No. Just two drunk, inappropriate women that know no bounds of propriety.

--Transcript of 911 call, 7:13 PM, 6/15/13

Saturday, June 15th, 2013 -- Brandon Fitzsimmons -- South Hill, WA

I parked my car at the far end of the Olympian Restaurant's parking lot. My hands trembled and my gut twisted into knots. Tonight, I would free my wife and Alison from Mark's grip. I checked once more to make sure the new gun I purchased was loaded.

I slid back the gun's slide. A round was in the chamber. I took a deep breath. I was in Mark's territory. I needed to proceed with caution. It was so stupid of me to even be here. But I just couldn't stand to see Desiree debased by Mark any longer.

The bastard had used his brainwashing powers to make my wife believe she hated me and only married me for my money, like she was some kind of gold-digging whore. And even worse, he had commanded her to become a lesbian. Now she was here on a date with her

girlfriend

Alison, one of Mark's other sluts.

Desiree wanted to propose to the girl. Mark had fucked them both up.

But I would rescue my Desiree, and Alison, too. Alison was young and lithe. Her body was so curvy. She was a Lolita, eighteen or nineteen, with a body that screamed to be touched. She knew how men desired her. The memory of her cavorting in my living room was seared into my mind.

That was why Mark had dominated both Alison and my wife. They were hot and sexy, and without his power, Mark could never get a woman half as attractive.

So I would protect them both and take them back to my hideout. I knew they would resist--Mark's mind control was impossible to escape without supernatural assistance. I was all too aware of its insidious power. If it wasn't for Sister Louise, who now served as one of Mark's sluts, I would still be under the bastard's power.

A white BMW pulled into the parking lot--the car I purchased for my wife. She climbed out in one of her most gorgeous dresses. Tall, busty, and Hispanic. She was a Latina goddess. The black skirt of her dress clung to her gorgeous ass, and her tits looked about ready to spill out of the top.

Alison was dressed far more simply yet even sluttier. She had tight, low-riding jeans that showed off her thong. Her shirt was two sizes too small, cupping to her small, perky tits and outlining her nipples and the silver barbells that pierced them. In pink letters written across her youthful tits was "Daddy's Little Girl," only "Girl" was crossed out and "Slut" had been written above it. Her bubblegum-pink hair only completed her look.

My cock throbbed to enjoy her. It would only be right to fuck them both after I rescued them. They would resist, but deep inside they would be so grateful.

I watched the women walk hand-in-hand. They looked so in love. Mark's powers were amazing. What would it be like to have my own powers like that? How had the fucking pissant gained them? He didn't deserve them. He just wasted his powers.

I would put those powers to a far better use.

I leaned back and waited. It would be easier to grab Desiree and Alison after they've eaten and were tipsy from wine.

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons

"Mmm, we are going to have so much fun," Alison purred, her hand on my ass as we walked into the restaurant. Normally, It was hard to get a table without a reservation. Luckily,

mi Rey

called a head for us.

He was such an amazing, generous man.

"Hello," the maitre d' said, raising an eyebrow at Alison.

Mi Sirenita

stuck out her pierced tongue as her hand squeezed my asscheeks. The maitre d', a stuffy man, shook his head. "How the times have grown so...vulgar."

"Uh-huh," Alison grinned. She licked her lips and my cunt contracted as I remembered her tongue caressing my pussy lips. "Isn't it wonderful?"

The maitre d' gave a tight smile. "And do you have a reservation?"

Hope whispered in the maitre d's obnoxious tone. He didn't want us to have one. He wanted to send us packing. "Desiree Fitzsimmons, table for two."

The maitre d''s eyes widened. "Oh, of course, Madam. We have your table ready and a delightful sauvignon blanc chilling, just waiting for you as your, um..."

"Master," Alison giggled.

"Er, yes, as your Master requested." The maitre d' grabbed a pair of menus from his podium. "This way, ladies."

Alison's hand gave another naughty squeeze as we were led back to the table. It was cozy, a candle burning on the table, wine glasses already set out. There was a bucket with a bottle of wine chilling in it. The maitre d' pulled out a corkscrew and popped out the cork as we sat down.

"Fancy," Alison giggled as the man poured her a glass of wine, then me. "I've never eaten at a place so fancy before."

"They do have delicious food here," I purred at her. Brandon had proposed to me here. I had to swallow my revulsion and fake such joy when I said yes.

Alison licked her lips and my pussy clenched again. Her pierced tongue was so skilled.

"Your waiter will be with you in a moment," the maitre d' bowed. "Mademoiselles, enjoy your dining."

"We will." Alison grinned from ear to ear.

The maitre d' gave her a look before walking off.

I leaned on the table, a big grin on my lips. "So, spit it out. What naughty game are we going to play today?"

Alison's foot caressed my bare leg. A shudder ran up my flesh. My toes curled in my heels as she slid her foot higher and higher. "Oh, we're going to be so bad, Desiree."

I groaned and spread my thighs apart as her foot reached my knee. Alison slid lower in her chair as her foot extended. Heat ran up my thigh as she caressed me. I loved my beautiful, little mermaid. She was so playful.

"

Mi Sirenita,

" I gasped as her toes found the naked folds of my pussy.

"Ooh, no panties, good choice," Alison smiled as her toes pressed into my folds. They wiggled and caressed me.

"I'm glad you approve," I purred as the pleasure shuddered through me.

The old me, before

mi Rey

had changed my life, would have been mortified to be so openly gay. I wouldn't even have let Brandon do this while we were dating, and I had used every trick I could to convince that fat, bald troll to marry me so I could enjoy his money.

The waiter--a tall, African-American man--walked up, a notepad in one hand and a basket of breadsticks in the other. He sat the bread on our table then then flashed a smile that, if I wasn't a lesbian, would make me wet. I only liked

mi Rey

and whatever men he ordered me to fuck, like Damien last night.

This man's smile did nothing to me.

Alison, on the other hand, was bi, and her eyes fluttered at the man even as her toe pressed deeper into my folds. I groaned as my pussy clenched on her big toe. She drew it back and then pressed it in deeper, fucking me beneath the table.

"What would you lovely ladies like?" he smiled. "An appetizer? Our Cajun-style, fried octopus poppers are just to die for, and we have an amazing asparagus served with a buttery-garlic sauce to dip in."

"I don't know," Alison giggled, her foot working her toe in and out of my pussy. "Desiree, you order."

"Oh, the octopus poppers sounds perfect," I moaned, "and for the main course, do you still have that delicious bass with the spicy sauce?"

"We do," the waiter nodded.

"Sounds good," Alison grinned. "We'll both have that."

"Yes," I moaned as her toe shoved deep into my pussy. My flesh contracted on her toe. My chair creaked.

"Are you okay, miss?" the waiter asked me.

"She'll be fine in a moment, won't you, babe?" Alison grinned. She was so mischievous. "She just needs to let go."

"I do," I groaned and relaxed my body, my orgasm building. It was so hot with the waiter standing over me. I was about to erupt on Alison's toe. "Everything is..." My pussy came. "...amazing."

"Okay," the waiter frowned as he gathered up our menus.

I leaned back my head as the wash of pleasure rippled over me. It was so wicked to cum in front of this man. My large breasts heaved beneath my dress. I fought to keep from moaning too loudly as the passion filled me.

The waiter walked away and I let out an explosive breath. "You are so naughty,

mi Sirenita.

"

"I know," she beamed "Mmm, these breadsticks look delicious."

"Uh-huh."

Alison lifted her ass. She wiggled her body like she was working her jeans off her hips. Cloth rustled beneath the table, and her foot brushed mine as she took her pants off and let them drop beneath the table.

"Mmm, that's nice." Then she grabbed a breadstick and it disappeared beneath the table. Her smile grew larger and a shudder ran through her body. "Care for some bread?"

"You are so wicked," I grinned as she produced a breadstick coated in her sticky juices. She held it across the table, and I leaned in and bit off a large piece of bread covered in her sweet honey. I groaned as I chewed.

Alison nibbled on the end, enjoying her juices. Then she grabbed a second piece, her hands disappearing beneath the table. "I dare you to crawl beneath the table and eat it out of me."

How could I refuse my little mermaid's naughty dare?

I slipped under the table. It was cozy beneath it, the long table cloth hiding me. I was almost in my own world. Alison's legs were spread wide, the breadstick only a dark object thrusting out from between her legs. I moved in and took a large bite. She had shoved two-thirds of it into her pussy. I swallowed and leaned in to nibble on the end in her pussy.

"Oh, yes," Alison groaned as her pussy muscles forced the bread into my mouth.

I hungrily tore into her pussy-soaked bread. Around us, people chatted, the restaurant buzzing with noise. None of the customers had any idea I was between my little mermaid's thighs devouring bread out of her pussy.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to the edge of her chair. My tongue probed into her pussy and snagged the last bit of breadstick. I chewed and swallowed before running my tongue through her pussy.

"Mmm, seems your hungry for more than bread," panted Alison. "Oh, yes, dig your tongue in there."

I pressed my lips into her snatch. My tongue fucked in and out her delicious pussy. Her thighs tightened about my cheeks as I devoured her. I could eat her cunt forever. I loved this woman so much. I was so happy

mi Rey

had brought us together.

Alison humped her hips, the chair creaking as she smeared her juicy pussy up and down my lips. I loved every moment of devouring her. She always knew how to spice things up. She let out a low moan, not afraid of spoiling what we were doing.

"Here are your appetizers," the waiter said.

"Good," moaned Alison. "So good."

"Where is your...friend?"

"My lover," purred Alison. "She's around. She has to take care of something

very

important."

"Oh, okay."

"Yes," Alison breathed. Her thighs clenched about my face. Her hips humped faster.

"Are you comfortable on your chair, miss?"

"So comfortable," Alison panted as she squirmed. "I could just melt away."

Her body shuddered. Her juices flooded my mouth. I drank them down as she let out a loud, purely sexual moan. I kept devouring her pussy as she moaned my name. "Eat my pussy, baby. Oh, yes."

The tablecloth pulled away. "Shit," gasped the waiter.

I pulled my lips from my lover's pussy and gave him a big smile.

"You can't do that here, miss."

Alison laughed. "We can do what we like. Desiree, I want to eat your pussy. Would you be so kind to mount the table."

"I would,

mi Sirenita.

"

I crawled out, my body trembling with lust. The waiter gaped as I sat on the edge of the table, my thighs spread wide. My little, black dress rode up my thighs and exposed my pussy to him. That made me even wetter.

"Mmm, these octopus poppers look delicious," Alison smiled, holding up a small, fried ball. "But I think they need some sauce."

"Shit," the waiter groaned as Alison smeared the octopus ball through my pussy. "You have to stop. We'll call the cops."

"Do it," Alison shrugged and popped the ball into her mouth. She let out an orgasmic moan. "Delicious."

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons

My heart tried to leap out of my chest when the first cop car raced into the parking lot.

I stared at the Puyallup Police Department cruiser, my heart racing a mile a minute. I glanced at the gun in my lap, panic setting in. What should I do? Should I try to flee? Was it all over? Was it a mistake to come here?

A second cop car pulled and passed right by my car, joining the other officer before the restaurant's entrance. He hadn't even given me a second notice. The two cops talked for a moment. One was White and tall, the other Asian. The maitre d' came out and spoke to the cops briefly.

They weren't here for me. I licked my lips. My stomach was twisted in knots. I didn't know what I should be doing. Should I flee? It was so risky. The cops were here, preventing my plans. I wanted to rescue my wife before she proposed to Alison.

She was my woman. I was sick of Mark debasing her.

This was such a mistake. I would be caught for sure. I should drive away right now.

Instead, I swallowed and waited to see what would happen.

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons

"You have to stop this," the maitre d' shouted. "The cops are on the way."

"I don't care," I moaned as Alison devoured another of the octopus poppers she had marinated inside my pussy. Her tongue explored my pussy as she searched for the last one. "Let them come."

Many of patrons watched us in stunned astonishment. Some had their cell phones out, immortalizing our date for the entire world.

Mi Rey

and

mi Reina

would be so proud of us. We were being so slutty.

"Eat my pussy," I gasped, my orgasm swelling through me.

I loved all the attention. I humped my hips as Alison locked her lips to my pussy. She sucked, working the final popper out into her mouth. I groaned and squirmed as the pleasure swelled inside of me. My pussy muscles clenched, pushing the ball to her lips.

Alison groaned in delight as she chewed on her treat. I was on fire. "Don't stop,

mi Sirenita.

"

"Oh, you'll get to cum alright," Alison smiled.

She buried her face back into my pussy. Her tongue stud swept through my pussy. I groaned and shuddered, my toes curling above her head as she devoured every bit of my flesh. My little mermaid knew how to eat pussy.

The maitre d' walked away.

"Don't go," I purred. "Don't you want to watch me cum?"

"What a pair of sluts," the Black waiter said, shaking his head in awe.

"Oh, yes," Alison moaned between licks.

Metal jingled. The crowd parted and a pair of Puyallup Police Officers appeared. I recognized one from Monday night. I think his name was Officer Chan. After

mi Rey

and

mi Reina

defeated Karen, they had us sluts take care of the boys in blue.

"Okay, ladies, fun's over," the White cop.

"I serve Mark Glassner," I purred to the cop.

Both cops stiffened then nodded. "Sorry, ma'am, I didn't realize it."

"That's okay," I smiled.

Mi Rey

had spoken to all the local cops, using his special power to make them understand that we could do anything. "It's okay for us to have sex."

Both cops nodded.

"Aren't you going to arrest them?" demanded the maitre d'.

"For?" Officer Chan asked.

"They're having sex on the table," screeched the fussy man.

"Yes, they are," grinned the White cop, his eyes ogling my tits.

I gave him a treat and pulled my top down, letting my large breasts spill out. I was such a slut.

"They serve Mark Glassner," Officer Chan shrugged. "They can do what they want."

"But..."

"Sir," Officer Chan said. "Back off."

I squirmed and moaned as the cops threatened the annoying man. It was so intoxicating telling the cops what do to. My pussy exploded in delight on Alison's hungry mouth. I gasped and shuddered as my pussy clenched and shot bliss through my body.

Everyone watched me cum. I loved being a slut.

Alison grinned. "I'm glad you came, Officer Chan. Do you remember what happened when you pulled Mary over yesterday?"

"Yes," the man swallowed, his cheeks darkening.

I arched an eyebrow at Alison.

My little mermaid flashed me a contrite look. "Sorry, I didn't get a chance to tell you. He pulled Mistress over, and she wasn't happy."

"No, ma'am," Chan said, his body growing tense.

"Good, see to it that our meal is uninterrupted or we'll have to spank you," Alison winked before she sat back down at the table. "We're so hungry, right."

"Right," nodded Alison as she sat down wearing only her t-shirt and grabbed an octopus popper.

"We will, ma'am," Officer Chan nodded and turned to the maitre d'. "They won't have any problems, right?"

"A-are you threatening me?" gasped the maitre d'.

"Yes," the White cop grinned. "If we hear they didn't have a wonderful night, we'll be back with more cops. They serve Mark Glassner. They needed to be treated with respect."

I grinned at Alison. It was wonderful being

mi Rey's

slut.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons

The cops left.

I had no idea what was going on inside. I didn't care. They were gone. Alison and Desiree were still in there. I just needed to wait for my chance to snatch them. The tension melted out of me. I mopped at my sweaty forehead.

I couldn't wait until Mark was dead. I glanced at the gun in my lap. If I had balls, I would put in ear plugs and try to shoot the bastard. Too late for that now. He had his bodyguards. Doug, my private investigator spying on Mark as he squatted in my house, had sent me photos of the scantily clad women who were all cops and all dedicated to protecting Mark.

Mark did have style, even if he was a terrible person. If I had his power, I wouldn't waste my time fucking around like he did. I would make changes. The world would be better place with me ruling it. Mark was beyond all the regular people.

He could be king of the world. Thank god he lacked ambition.

The sun sank towards the horizon. It would be another hour before it set. It was June, less than a weak to the Summer Solstice. The sun didn't set until close to 10 PM this time of year. I peered into the restaurant.

What was taking them so long? They had been in there an hour already.

My stomach began to twist. I licked my dry lips. I was so close to rescuing my wife from Mark's foul clutches. I gripped the handle of the handgun. Every time the restaurant's door opened, I sucked in a breath, hoping it was them.

An hour later, when it was my wife and Alison, I almost blinked in shock. Alison was naked from the waist down and Desiree tits were out, smeared in chocolate. So was Alison's face. My cock throbbed in my pants. The image of the pink-haired nymph eating chocolate off my wife's tits almost paralyzed me with lust.