The Devils Pact Pt 20

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) -- Felicity (Former Virign) -- April (Former Virign) -- Joy (Stylist) -- Avialle (Pee Slut)

Chapter One

The Tyrants' great appetites were their great weaknesses. Mark's lusts drove him to take his younger sister Samantha as a lover in the wake of their father's murder. He turned her into another slut. But little did he know she had been prepared as a trap.

--excerpt from

The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy

, by Tina Allard

Sunday, June 16th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam, Miami, FL

I savored the sun's golden kiss on my skin. I sunned myself on the Miami beach, catching the last rays before the sun sank behind the city. I wore a skimpy bikini, white with pink flowers decorating it. I drank in the warmth, relaxing as I waited for the Prayer of

Avvah

trigger.

A small part of me felt guilty. By now, Antsy plane should have landed in Seattle. It was only a matter of time before her brother, Mark, fucked her and triggered the Prayer of

Avvah

. That was why I was in Florida. I traveled out here to imprint Antsy.

When Mark slept with his sister, she would be the only woman he desired. No other person would ever excite him sexually again. Hopefully, it would drive a wedge between Mark and his lover Mary, the other Warlock. That would make it easier for me to defeat them. One Warlock could be hard to fight, but two were almost impossible. Plus, there was the demoness Lilith to consider.

The demoness was the reason I had to use Antsy. She would teach the Warlocks how to guard against the traditional attacks of my order.

I tried to push down the guilt. I knew this was the only way. The Archangel Gabriel had instructed me. But I was serving Antsy up to her brother. She would also be affected by the Prayer, tied to her brother. I was a nun, a Sister of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I was supposed to save people from a Warlock's powers, not give him victims.

But, it was for the greater good. Mark had to be stopped. Every day he wasn't stopped, more innocents were abused by him. It was for the greater good.

If I kept telling myself that, maybe I would actually believe it.

Antsy had left early this morning to catch her plane home to Washington State. She was a wreck. I stayed up with her most of the night as she talked about her father who passed away yesterday. From what I gathered, he wasn't the greatest father, but you couldn't always help who you loved. Before she left, she gave me her original return ticket, promising to have it changed to my name.

I had all day tomorrow, and half of Tuesday to kill before I would fly out to Seattle. Plenty of time for the Bond of

Avvah

to wreck havoc on the Warlock's lives. So, in the meantime, I decided to relax and enjoy Miami's beaches, because I would be very busy when I returned home to Washington State.

I glanced at the beach. There were plenty of cute guys checking me out. Thanks to the Gift, I looked eighteen and nubile.

Suddenly, a weird feeling trembled through my womb. It was almost like I had climaxed, like my body was remembering the sweet pleasure that an orgasm brought. But there were no muscle contractions, no electricity shooting through my body, and no toe curling pleasure that made me howl with passion.

I smiled, wiggling my hips on the towel. Mark just fucked his sister. The Bond of

Avvah

had formed between them.

* * *

Monday, June 17th, 2013 -- Mary Sullivan, South Hill, WA

I woke up reaching for Mark. Instead, I groped a pair of small breasts.

I eye opened my eyes. Violet's sleeping face swam before me. The eighteen year old looked so peaceful. I struggled to remember why I was in her bed and not mine. I shook sleep from my mind. Another body pressed against my back--not Mark's body.

My fiance didn't have a pair of perky breasts.

I wasn't in our bed. Why? My thoughts were groggy as I struggled to fully wake up. Then it flooded back. Mark wanted to be alone with his sister so they could comfort each other.

Jealous hurt burned in my heart. What had happened yesterday? It was our first night we hadn't shared a bed since Mark made his Pact. And since when did we not share our lovers? I shared my sisters with Mark? Why wouldn't he share Antsy with me?

Was it just his dad's death? Or the excitement of fucking his sister?

I knew how exhilarating it could be. I fucked both my sisters on Friday. But I shared them with Mark. I wasn't being selfish like he was.

Guilt swam through me. There was one lover I hadn't shared with Mark--my friend Alice. I ignored the guilt. Mark had never asked to join us. I would have let him. So why did he push me away from Antsy?

It had to be his dad's death. My fiance just needed a little space to grieve. I had made the Pact with the Devil, selling my soul in exchange for three wishes. One was for Mark and I to love each other forever. So I just needed to let him work this out of his system.

Maybe he was already back to his normal self after a good night's sleep?

Hope blossoming inside me. I wiggled out of bed between Violet and Fiona, my heart thudding. I positively raced out of the bedroom and burst into ours. He wasn't in the room, though the bed was mused and the air reeked of the musk of sex.

"Mark," I called, heading to the little balcony that overlooked the backyard. No Mark.

Frowning, I headed downstairs. Several of the sluts were enjoying scrambled eggs and bacon. "Have you seen Mark?"

"He's out jogging,

mi Reina,"

Desiree answered as she piled more fried eggs on a plate in the kitchen, naked save for her apron--I barely paused to appreciate her nut-brown and curvy ass.

I glanced at the clock. "Still? It's ten. He's usually back by seven."

Mark had a group of naked women he went jogging with every morning except Sunday. Then he would fuck them after their run. It was too early for me and I hated jogging, so I let him have his fun.

Chasity, who sat nursing a cup of coffee, said, "I'll get his twenty, Mistress." Chasity was a cop turned slut by Mark and the head of our bodyguards. She pulled out her Nextel from a holster on her gun belt. She was dressed like a slutty parody of a cop, but the gun and baton hanging on her belt were quite real. "Chasity to all units, can I get a 10-20 on Master?"

"09 to Chasity, Master's at the Rowe residence," 09 reported--our bodyguards went by their identification number. It was so demeaning, it made me so wet when Mark came up with it.

"That is where his jogging sluts meet, right?" I asked.

The Rowe house was next door, owned by Madeleine, a southern divorcee with a nice body. I walked over naked. Mark and I owned the neighborhood. Those we let stay all knew they were ours to enjoy when we wanted.

09 leaned against her cop car out front and smiled when she saw me. She said something, but I was in too much of a hurry. My heart was hammering with excitement and fear as I entered the house. Muffled cries of passion came from upstairs.

I took a deep breath. Mark must have really gotten carried away with his jogging sluts. But that was fine. I could join in on the fun. I walked up the stairs, the cries growing louder and louder. A woman shrieked in pleasure, a man grunted, and bedsprings creaked.

"Ride my cock," Mark's muffled voice came through the wall. He was fucking one of his jogging sluts. "Oh, god, your cunt's the best."

I stopped, Mark's words freezing me in place. Whose cunt was the best? I thought my cunt was. Fear suddenly clenched at my stomach, destroying the hope. My body trembled as I stopped at the bedroom door, my hand on the knob.

I must have heard him wrong. It was through the door. Mark loved me. I need to open the door and join him. We could bang the slut together.

I threw the door open.

It was Antsy riding his cock, her breasts bouncing up and down.

My future sister-in-law had a beautiful figure, her hips writhing as she fucked Mark in reverse cowgirl style. Long, black hair waved about her body as she shook her head in pleasure. Cum stained her tits. How long had they been fucking? All morning? Mark had never shown this much interest in any other woman besides me.

I needed to stop being afraid and get in there. Mark loved me.

Strutting my stuff, I walked as sexily as possible to the bed. Mark's eyes flickered towards me and then went back to watching his sisters ass.

"Hey, hun," I purred. "Is your sister giving you a good fucking?"

"Yeah, she's the best," Mark moaned.

I ignored those hurtful words and slipped onto the bed, rubbing my body against Mark. I kissed him on the lips. He didn't kiss me back. "What's wrong, Mark?"

"Nothing," he moaned. "I'm just having fun with my sister. Isn't she so beautiful?"

"Don't you want to have fun with me?" I asked hopefully.

Mark glanced at me. "I'm sorry, Mary. It's just with dad dead, I'm feeling so close to my sister. You understand, right?"

"I...yeah, I guess." His words stung. "You still love me, right?"

"Yeah," he grunted. "Damn, Antsy, your cunt feel so great. I'm going to cum!"

"Mmm, fill me up, big bro! Fill me with your hot, brotherly cum!" The young woman shook. "I love it."

Antsy slammed down on his cock. Mark grunted, his hands squeezed her hips. His face contorted as he spilled his cum in his sister's cunt. Antsy moaned in delight, her body shuddering, clearly enjoying an orgasm.

"Wow, you are the best, big bro," Antsy purred, sliding off of him. She gave me a hard look as she cuddled against Mark's other side.

Antsy kissed him. Mark kissed her back.

What was going on? Why was Mark pulling away from me?

"We have the appointment in Seattle," I said lamely after he finished kissing his sister. I didn't know what else to say. "Are we still...?"

"Oh, right," Mark sighed, "to buy the land. Yeah, what time do we need to leave."

"A few hours," I said answered. My voice cracked as I fought back tears.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the house, Mary."

Mary, not Mare, his nickname for me. The tears burned hotter. I had to get out of here. I didn't want them to see me crying. I rolled off of the bed. Antsy pressed against Mark, the pair murmuring and laughing.

So intimate.

"I love you, Mark," I said, looking back from the door.

Mark didn't answer. He was kissing his sister again. Antsy pulled him onto her, moaning as he slammed into her pussy.

Antsy's passionate moans followed me as I staggered out of the room. I stumbled down the hall and leaned against the wall. My legs gave out, I slid down the wall to the carpeted floor, and sobbed into my hands.

What had happened to my randy stallion? Why didn't he want his naughty filly? Did I do something wrong?

No, it was the grief. I just had to be patient and supportive. Grief did weird things to people. Mark still loved me. He had to.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I was glad Mary left. I needed to concentrate on my sister.

She was insatiable. I couldn't get enough of her body as we idled away the day. Thanks to my Pact with the Devil, my cock never went soft. I fucked her in Madelaine's bed over and over. I could never get tired of her delicious body.

She was perfect.

As the hours past, Mary's words drew me from my sister. I didn't want to leave, but I had promised Mary. I didn't understand why that should matter. Antsy was all that was important. I couldn't understand why I even loved Mary.

But there was a part of me that did.

Go to Mary,

that part whispered.

Before it's too late.

I had no idea what it was talking about.

"I need your cock in my ass, big bro," Antsy groaned. "I can't get enough of you, Mark. When did you become so sexy?"

I grinned at my sister. "I became sexy for you. I never realized it, but everything I've done was to have you."

No. You didn't care about Antsy until yesterday. It's Mary that owns your heart.

I kissed my sister. Her tongue swirled through my mouth while her body pressed against me. Her pussy, full of my cum, pressed on my thigh as she humped against me. She moaned as her tongue darted through my mouth.

"Damn, I need that cock in me, big bro. All the time."

Mary needs you.

"Okay, but it's the last time. I have to go to Seattle with Mary."

"Why?" Antsy pouted as she rolled over. "Why do you have to take that bitch anywhere."

"I..."

Love her.

"I just do. Why don't you go visit Mom while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, okay. I guess I should." She grinned wickedly. "But only after you fuck me one more time."

I laughed as I grabbed my sister's curvy ass. I gave her cheeks a hard squeeze. She purred in delight as I spread them apart. Her asshole, already full of a few blasts of my cum, clenched and relaxed. My dick throbbed, eager to plunder her ass again.

I never could get tired of fucking Antsy.

I mounted her and kissed my little sister on the lips. "Let me hear how much you want my cock in you."

"Oh, so badly, big bro," Antsy moaned as she wiggled beneath me. "You have no idea. I'm such a slut for your thick cock."

"My slut," I grinned as she wiggled beneath me.

"Now fuck me. Pound your little sister's tight ass and make her scream."

My dick throbbed. I couldn't resist such a sweet invitation.

I spread her asscheeks apart. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her tight, puckered sphincter. She groaned as I pushed just the tip in. Shuddering pleasure raced up my dick as my little sister's tight bowels swallowed my cock.

"Oh, that's nice," panted Antsy as she twisted on the bed. "Mmm, yes. That's so good. You know just how to make me feel amazing."

I sank more of my dick into my little sister's ass. "I know," I grinned. "Damn, I could fuck you for eternity."

"Let's do that," Antsy purred. "Screw going to Seattle with that bitch. Stay with me and fuck my sweet ass."

I groaned as her bowels clenched around me. I wanted to stay. "No. I have to go. Stop begging me to stay."

"Yes, Mark," Antsy gasped. I knew she wouldn't ask again. My powers made her my slave.

See, you can't love her. You freed Mary because you truly loved her. This isn't real. Fight it.

Fight what? My overwhelming desire for my little sister. I never would.

My cock pumped in and out of her asshole. Her bowels were tight, gripping my dick. I kissed and sucked at her neck as the bed creaked beneath us. Her bowels gripped my dick. She gasped and shuddered beneath me.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Mark," she groaned. "I love it. I want your cock in me all the time. Make me cum, big bro."

"Little slut," I groaned, my balls slapping into her body as I pounded her tight bowels. "My slutty, little sister."

"Yes," she shuddered, clenching her asshole down around my cock. "Mmm, I'll be your slut every day."

"Good," I growled.

I fucked her harder and harder. I loved the way the bed creaked beneath us. Our flesh slapped together. Our pants and moans mixed. My balls tightened. I could never grow tired of fucking this woman.

Every other woman in the world paled compared to my sister.

My cock slammed hard into her depths. She bucked beneath me. Her asshole writhed about my dick, milking me. She gasped and shuddered as she screamed my name. I savored her orgasm bursting through her.

"Cum in me, big bro," she groaned.

"Yes," I growled, my balls tensing. Her cumming bowels massaged the tip of my dick. Pleasure shot through me. "Take it, whore."

My cock erupted.

The pleasure rushed through me. I savored every last moment of the bliss. I groaned in delight. Her body milked me. My cum squirted into her bowels in three mighty blasts. My pleasure burned hot through me and then I collapsed on my sister.

I wanted to lie in Antsy's embrace forever.

Instead, I forced myself to stand and get ready for the trip to Seattle.

Chapter Two

Our Goddess grieved as the special bond she shared with our God grew ever closer to severing. The meddling of the foul Sisters of Mary Magdalene pried at our Gods love. They feared the change the Living Gods would bring to the world, so they tried to destroy them.

--The Gospel of April 22:31-32

Mary Sullivan -- Seattle, WA

Silenced filled the car as Mark and I drove up to Seattle.

I didn't know what to say. I wore the sluttiest dress I had, a slinky black thing that was so low cut, my freckled breasts were about to pop out. The skirt showed off my nice legs and swayed deliciously on my rear as I walked, flashing my bubbly ass that Mark loved so much.

I had hoped that Mark would pay attention to me once he was away from his slutty sister. Antsy had finally gone to see her grieving mom. But it didn't work. Mark didn't grope my ass, kiss me, or try to fuck me the moment he saw me in this dress. I kept wanting to ask Mark what was really going on, but fear held my tongue.

What if he didn't love me any longer? Or find me attractive. What if he'd fallen for his sister?

He had fallen for me that quick. What if he fell out of love with me just as fast?

No, he was just grieving. I just need to suffer through it. He would come around. His obsession with his sister was how his pain manifesting. I needed to be patient with him. I reached out to squeeze his hand as we drove north on I-5, but he drew away.

Hurt burned at my eyes and I looked away, wiping at my tears.

Mark didn't even want a blowjob.

I had never driven with Mark more than a mile without him wanting me to suck his cock. I would pretend that I didn't want to, and he would be all sweet and give me flowery compliments while caressing my body. I would let him think he talked me into it, but I was as eager to blow him as he was to get blown.

Traffic grew bad, but Mark just ordered our escort of bodyguards to use their sirens to clear their way. We arrived at the Realtors barely on time. I clutched my purse as we climbed out. Mark strolled ahead of me, throwing open the door.

He didn't even hold it open for me.

It was like I was invisible to him.

"Let's get this over with," Mark said when he walked in and met the owner of the property.

"Yes, I don't even know why I'm meeting with you," the man said. He was short and wearing a suit.

"You will sell me the property for its market value," Mark commanded. "I'm paying cash. Have your people draw up the paperwork and make it official."

"Of course," the man nodded, a smile crossing his lips.

We had to wait on the paperwork to be prepared so we could sign it. The owner, Mr. Dinopolis, had a beautiful secretary with a great ass. She kept giving me flirty smiles, falling under my spell. My pussy itched. She was just the type of girl Mark would love to fuck to pass the time.

He didn't seem to care.

"Mark," I whispered, trying to draw him out of his funk. "Look at her ass. Why don't we enjoy her together?"

"You just enjoy her, Mary," Mark shrugged. "I'm not in the mood."

Maybe that would be a good idea. A little girly show to get him excited. "Can you help me out with the men?"

"Everyone, don't watch these two women fuck. You don't care." Mark sounded so bored. He didn't care either.