The Devil's Pact Pt. 13

"You wonderful slut," I gasped as I collapsed back in joy.

"Nice cum, Mistress?" Karen asked.

I nodded, sucking breaths through my nose.

"Good." Karen smiled and gave me a sweet kiss. What a delightful slut. We had transformed her from that hate-filled nun into a loving, dutiful whore.

The doorbell rang. "Get the door, Violet," I moaned as I fought off my lethargy.

"Yes, Mistress."

* * *

Mark Glassner

Violet obeyed her Mistress, scurrying off to get the door. That's when I noticed what she was wearing: a plaid jumper with a very short skirt over a white blouse, and white, knee high socks. She looked like a catholic schoolgirl slut with her small breasts and hair done up in pigtails.

"Shit!" I muttered, fucking Karen harder as I eyed that wonderful ass.

Mary glanced at Violet as she disappeared down the short hallway that led to the front door. "I know, right, she's so innocent and slutty all at the same time," Mary said, licking her lips. "You gonna fuck her next?"

"Yeah!" I groaned, my cock throbbing in Karen's depths. "She's been a naughty girl and needs to be disciplined for wearing such a short skirt."

"Mmmhh," Mary purred. "Discipline her hard."

Violet returned followed by a caramel skinned bombshell in a pink, silk blouse and a gray, tight pencil skirt. She was Jessica St. Pierre, field reporter for KIRO 7 News, and as of this morning, our newest sex slave. While I had been jogging naked with my Naked Jogging Club, a news crew was filming us. Apparently, someone tipped off the news about my naked jogs and Jessica had been staking out our route. She was smoking hot, and having a reporter to tip me off of any brewing stories made her the perfect addition to our stable of slaves.

"Master," Jessica said, blushing. She set her suitcase on the floor. "I have a favor to ask."

"Later," Mary said. "Come here"

Jessica glanced at me with a questioning look, and I nodded back. "That's Mary. You will obey her like you obey me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistress," Jessica gasped, clasping her hand over her mouth. "I didn't know it was you."

"Should I forgive you?" Mary purred, eyeing Jessica. I recognized that naughty glint in her eyes. My balls tightened, eager to erupt in Karen's cunt. "Let's see you naked and I'll consider forgetting your indiscretion."

"Yes, Mistress," Jessica yelped, stripped hastily. Her blouse came off exposing her dusky tits and her hard nipple. Her skirt slid off her shapely hips and then her panties, stained from the cum I shot up her ass this morning. Her breasts were perky handfuls with dark nipples, her cunt was waxed smooth and glistening with desire.

I drank in the sight of her as she preened. Jessica knew she was hot and wasn't afraid of flaunting it.

"Mark says you're good at sucking cock. How are you at sucking cunt?" purred Mary.

"I've had no complaints," Jessica smiled seductively.

Mary pushed Chasity away, the slutty cop was still kneeling between Mary's thighs, and exposed her waxed pussy. I loved the sight of that smooth, pink slit beneath her fiery heart of pubic hair. Jessica liked it to, she moaned her appreciation.

"I would be honored to pleasure you, Mistress," Jessica moaned as she knelt before Mary. Jessica's caramel slid down Mary's pale thighs as the reporter slut lowered her face and devoured my fiancee's cunt.

I groaned, my balls tingling and the tip of my cock aching. I pounded Karen's cunt harder, so close to flooding her cunt with my cum. Karen gasped and came beneath me a second time, her cunt milking my cock. The sensation was divine. My cock couldn't handle it.

I groaned and flooded the whore with my spunk. Blast after blast of my cum pumped into her. I slammed into her one last time, groaning my enjoyment as I savored her tight, hot sheath rippling about my cock.

"Thank you, Master," Karen panted.

"Good job," Mary praised and kissed the slut.

Violet leaned against the wall, playing with one of her pigtails, a coquettish smile on her face. That skirt was so short, barely covering her ass, leaving her long, coltish legs bare. Sleek thighs slightly parted. What an inviting, teasing sight. God, when did she become such a bold, seductive slut? Where was that shy girl I met in the elevator? She had been a virgin a few days ago when I made her my elevator slut.

And she had blossomed into such a delicious slut.

Smiling, I beckoned her over. She walked around the couch. I grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. I could taste someone's cunt on her lips. Not Mary's. Maybe it was Fiona's tart juices I tasted. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she melted against my body. Her budding breasts and hard nipples pressed against my chest.

I grabbed her pigtail and lead her over to the ottoman. "You've been a bad girl."

"I have, Master," Violet purred.

"Daddy," I corrected.

"I've been so bad, Daddy," Violet cooed as I sat down on the ottoman and pulled her across my lap.

I pulled up her skirt, stroking her pale, slim ass. Then I spanked her, hard, leaving a red handprint on her ass. "Your skirt is so short, I bet all the boys are lusting after you and trying to stick their little cocks up my baby-girls snatch."

"They are, Daddy."

I smacked her ass, again. Then I slipped my hand down and fingered her cunt, my cock throbbing at our taboo roleplay. "Who does your cunt belong to?"

"My cunt is all yours, Daddy," panted Violet. Her pubic hair was soft on my fingers and her pussy was dripping with desire.

"You wouldn't let any boy slip his cock up your pussy?" I asked, slapping her ass again.

"No, Daddy. Only your cock goes in my pussy."

I spanked her ass on last time. "Good girl, get on your hands and knees."

Violet scrambled off my lap and knelt before me. Her skirt had ridden up enough to expose her ass and brown-furred cunt. I knelt behind her and eagerly shoved my cock up her cunt. Her pussy was so tight as I fucked her hard. I grabbed one of her pigtails, pulling her head back and she moaned wantonly, a naughty smile on her lips.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she gasped. "Fuck your baby-girl's tight, little pussy!"

I pounded her cunt and watched Jessica eat out Mary's twat. Violet's cunt gripped my cock tight, and she panted in her girlish voice. Mary writhed in pleasure, Karen sucking at her tit. Chasity was spooning Karen from behind, her tits rubbing on Karen's back. Chasity's arms wrapped around the slut and played with Karen's naked tits.

What a delicious sight to watch while fucking Violet.

"You're such a bad girl," I moaned as I pounded Violet, smacking her ass again.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"So bad," moaned Mary. "Umm, fuck her hard! I love watching my horny stallion mount a filly! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! This new slut is making me cum, Mark."

"Do it!" I urged. "Be my naughty filly!"

Mary bucked on Jessica's face as she came.

"Oh, that was good, slut," Mary moaned. She grabbed a handful of Jessica's hair, pulled her up, and kissed her passionately on the lips while she groped Jessica's perky tits.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my tongue, Mistress," Jessica purred when Mary broke the kiss.

"Why don't you and Chasity have a nice little sixty-nine," Mary ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Jessica panted. "Who's Chasity?"

"That would be me, slut," Chasity smiled as she stood up.

"You're sexy," Jessica purred, pulling Chasity down to the floor, the pair kissing passionately before the spun about into the sixty-nine position. Mary nodded her head, watching the two sluts eat each other's cunt.

"That's hot!" moaned Violet. Her cunt clenched on my cock. "I'm cumming, Daddy! Please, fill my slutty, young pussy with your cum, Daddy!"

"Here it comes, baby-girl!" I groaned, my balls aching. It was so hot pretending she was my eighteen-year-old daughter. My cock boiled over and I erupted, flooding her tight pussy with my cum. I shuddered, savoring her embrace as my pleasure boiled through me.

"Did I please you, Daddy?" Violet purred.

"Yeah," I smiled as my stomach growled. I pulled out of Violet's cunt and slapped her ass. "Ask Desiree how long it is till dinner."

"Yes, Daddy," Violet squeaked and scampered out of the room, her naked ass flashing as her skirt swayed.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I patted the couch beside me, Karen cuddled up on my other side. Mark grinned at me, his cock half-hard and dripping with Violet's pussy cream. He stepped over the sixty-nining sluts and sank beside me. His arm went around my shoulder and I snuggled up to him, resting my head on his chest. Karen pressed against my back, her nipples hard as he rested her head on my shoulder.

What a lovely feeling.

"So you found a wedding dress, hun," Mark asked, kissing my forehead.

"Oh, it's so beautiful," I sighed.

"Do you have a picture?"

"No, Mark." I rolled my eyes--he could be so dense sometimes. "You're the groom, you can't see my dress until the wedding day."

"Are you sure about that?" Mark asked and then he tickled my sides with his fingers.

I giggled hysterically. "Stop...that!" I gasped as he attacked my sensitive sides.

"Not until I see the dress," Mark proclaimed, continuing his tickle assault.

"No...I...won't give...in!" I gasped between laughs. If he though the could tickle me and not suffer, he was mistaken. My fingers launched out, brushing his sides, squirming up to his underarms.

"Hey, not fair!" Mark protested.

"Everything's far in love and tickling!" I stated haughtily before continuing my assault.

Mark began laughing so hard he couldn't breathe, his face turning beat red. My fingers were relentless--I had a bratty, younger sister and was no stranger to a tickle war--and I found every sensitive spot on his sides. I sensed my fiance's weakness and pressed my attack.

"I yield!" Mark finally gasped, trying to get away from me

I smirked and stopped my assault. "You'll just have to wait for the wedding to see my dress."

"I guess so," he sighed, flinching away as I flexed my fingers again.

Desiree cleared her throat, startling us. "Dinner is ready, Masters," she said, amusement tinging her voice.

I smacked her ass on the way to the kitchen.

Dinner was a delicious lasagna and garlic bread with a tossed salad topped with vinegar. I heartily dug into the lasagna, the meat, cheese and sauce melted together to form delicious perfection. After an afternoon of fucking, I was starving.

The sluts were all happily chatting away. Lillian giggled wickedly at something Chasity told her. "Did Master really do that?"

Chasity nodded. "Right in the back of my squad car."

"What did you do in the back of her car?" Mary asked, with a naughty smile.

Mark grinned. "I had Chasity arrest this girl so I could molest her in the back of the car."

"The girl was a dirty slut," Chasity proclaimed. "She came on Master's cock with her hands cuffed behind her back."

I frowned at Mark. "Was she...willing, Mark?" I asked delicately.

"Yeah, I gave her a command," Mark shrugged. "Though, maybe next time I won't. It was exciting dominating Karen. I just might have to do it again."

"Just don't hurt them too bad," I sighed as I stirred up my salad. Did he actually want to rape a girl instead of using his mind control powers?

"Not too bad."

"That's fine, then, hun," I said, trying to sound casual. "I mean, it's not really all that different then what you've done to other girls." I eyed the sluts, realizing that we were practically raping them. "Or me."

Mark froze at those last words. I regretted saying them out loud.

"I'm sorry for making you do those things," he whispered. I could see the guilt in his eyes and I squirmed in my chair. Once, I had been a sex slave like the rest of the sluts. But Mark's love for me had driven him to free me.

"I forgave you," I said, patting his hand. My love for Mark outweighed my anger at what he did. He let me go when he could have kept me.

"Then why do you keep bringing it up?" Mark demanded, heat burning in his voice.

My blood became ice. I jerked my hand away and stabbed my fork into my salad. "Sorry, Mark," I snapped. "It's a hard thing to forget sometimes!"

"I...uh, shit," Mark groaned.

It grew quiet around the table. The sluts sensed our argument, and like children before arguing parents, became still and silent.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"No," I answered him, "you shouldn't have."

Mark grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Can you forgive me?" His smile was so boyish.

I couldn't help smirking back, my anger fading away. "Maybe, I--"

The front door banged open, cutting off my words. Excited voices chattered as they approached. Thamina walked into the kitchen trailed by Xiu and Korina. My eyes widened in surprise as I gazed at Korina. She looked wan, dressed in ill fitting clothes, and her left arm was in a sling. "I'm home," she said, a smile on her pale, doll's face and her blue eyes sparkled happily.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary reached Korina first, giving our wounded slut a careful hug and a kiss on the lips. I followed, stroking her face and kissing those beautiful lips, delighted that she was out of the hospital. "I'm so glad you're better."

"Me, too, Master," she beamed and gave me a second kiss.

The other sluts were crowded around us, all full of excitement. Mary and I stood back, letting them greet Korina with hugs and kisses. All of the sluts, except Jessica, who had never met Korina, and Karen hung back.

Karen's face was pale as she stared at Korina. Our slut had been shot during Karen's attack on us on Sunday. We almost lost Desiree that night, but Mary had wished for the demoness to heal our Latina slut before she died.

Finally, as the other sluts broke away, Karen hesitantly approached Korina.

"I'm sorry, Korina," she whispered, tears building in her eyes. "It's all my fault. I...I was wrong to try and hurt Master and Mistress."

"It's okay," Korina said, gently caressing Karen's face. "We all make mistakes."

The tears spilled down Karen's face as she embraced Korina. Their kiss was gentle and loving. Maybe it was wrong to dominated these women, but they were all so happy. What did it matter if the happiness wasn't real?

It didn't.

A place was made for Korina at the table. Xiu sat down next to her and helped her eat. I sat back down next to Mary and realized we had been fighting about something, I just couldn't remember what it was. Korina was back home where she belonged and when I looked over and smiled at Mary, I couldn't remember. Whatever it was we were bickering about really didn't matter.

After dinner, Mary and I asked Jessica to tell us what she's learned.

"Well, Master, I'm sure you know the FBI wants you as a terrorist."

I nodded, unable to help my proud smile. "What else?"

"You are either a suspect or a person of interest in several different incidents," she began, reading off her iPad. "There was the gas attack on the Buy Best last week. The robbery of a jewelry store." She glanced at her iPad again. "Mistress is thought to be your accomplice or your prisoner. Her boyfriend believes she was forced to break up with him while being raped. He was quite vocal when he was interviewed with his fiancee." Jessica squirmed. "His fiancee tried to sleep with my cameraman right in front of Mike and me."

"He's not my boyfriend anymore," laughed Mary. I smiled, remembering the orders I gave the asshole. I hoped Mike loved being cuckolded by that slut I ordered him to marry. "Although the sex part was true. Mark had his cock up my ass while I ate out Vivian when I broke up with Mike."

"Okay, Mistress," Jessica nodded, and looked on her iPad to find her place again. "Eh, there are rumors of a wild party that closed the space needled last Saturday night and that three of the waitresses have been missing ever since. The Seattle Police are looking to question both of you about Violet Matheson's kidnapping. Xiu's parents and Fiona's boyfriend have both filed missing person reports. Master is suspected in a string of robberies and sexual assaults at banks in Tacoma, though none of the 'victims' believe they were in any way assaulted. The authorities believe you use some sort of gas that makes people open to suggestion, although no toxicology reports have identified the substance, yet."

"Do the FBI know where we're living?" I asked.

"Not the FBI," Jessica answered. "The Puyallup Police do, but I know you have them under your power. I did a report today, pointing out how they support you."

"Anything else?"

"There's a reporter, Carlos Gutierrez, who's preparing a story on you for Friday. He's digging into what little past you have. You don't have much of an internet presence. A Facebook account with a few friends. You have no arrest record."

"Good job, Jessica," I praised and she flushed darkly.

"I live to serve, Master," she purred Then she swallowed, pausing before asking, "Um, can I ask a favor, Master?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I interview you for tomorrow's news broadcast." Jessica tensed. "I would show the world that you're not someone to fear."

I glanced at Mary and she nodded her head.

"Okay."

"Good. My cameraman will come by tomorrow morning and we'll tape it." She paused, glancing down at her iPad. "Oh, there is one more weird thing I learned today before I left the studio. I'm not sure if this is anything."

"What?" Mary asked.

"There have been reports of men and teenage boys in the vicinity of your house that have been having strange exhaustion. They go to bed feeling fine and wake up physically drained. Doctors report it is like the person spent days of continuous exertion in a single night. All the men report the same thing about vivid dream of a silver haired woman being intimate with them. It started Monday night. And the phenomenon is clustered about this address in a six mile radius."

"Lilith," Mary murmured.

"Yes, Mistress," Lilith said, appearing out of the shadows.

Lust rolled across the room and my cock instantly hardened. Lilith was a voluptuous woman, the very embodiment of a sex goddess. Big, full tits that seemed to defy gravity topped with large nipples. A round face with full, lush lips and bedroom eyes. Her silver hair fell tousled about her like she had just been good and fucked. Her pussy was covered by silvery pubic hair, matted with her desire.

Fuck, I had to have her.

"How may I serve, Mistress?" Lilith purred, touching Mary's cheek. Mary bit her lip. It looked like she was struggling to fight off an orgasm. "Are you ready to use your final boon?"

"Are all these men falling exhausted your work, Lilith?" Mary demanded.

"Why yes," Lilith moaned. "I'm drawn to the wet dreams of men."

My lusts boiled over. I couldn't fight them any longer.

I stood up and pushed Lilith down so she bent across the table, her heart-shaped ass wiggled at me. Lilith face turned back to me and, for instant, I saw anger and hatred flash across her face before it returned to the sensuous, come-fuck-me look Lilith normally displayed.

That look didn't stop me from slamming my cock into her cunt.

I came the moment I slid into the wet passion of her cunt, the pleasure hammering through my body. Sex was never more intense then with the demoness. Every bit of her flesh ignited my body. My cock never went soft and I just kept fucking her. Pleasure roared through my body and I was quickly cumming again.

"Take my cum, bitch!" I growled as I pounded her, my balls convulsing as I erupted again.

Mary climbed up on the table and shoved Lilith's mouth against her cunt. My fiancee screamed out her orgasm instantly, grinding on the demoness. Waves of lust rolled through the room, slamming into everyone. The sluts attacked each other, just as effected by Lilith's lust aura as I was. Desiree and Alison fell into a sixty-nine. Fiona knelt before Korina's chair and pulled off her sweat pants and dived into Korina's shaved pussy. Violet crawled beneath Fiona, and the redhead sat on Violet's face. The young woman ate Fiona's red-furred pussy with enthusiasm. Thamina and Jessica were grinding their pussies on each other's thighs, Chasity was eating out Lillian's pussy, and Xiu furiously masturbated.