The Devil's Pact Pt. 20

My orgasm swelled. I didn't need Mark. I could fuck whores just as much as he could.

"Fucking Antsy!" I spat.

I gripped Karmen's ass and drilled into her bowels harder and harder. The pressure on my clit mounted, swelling my orgasm. I was so close to cumming. My fingernails bit into the soft flesh of her ass as I drew back and then slammed in for one last, hard fuck.

My orgasm rocketed through me. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm and stars swam before my eyes. I swayed and fell backwards, landing on my ass on the floor. I quivered as the pleasure slowly faded from my body.

Tears ran hot down my face. I didn't want to fuck whores. I wanted to fuck Mark. I wanted his weight on top of me as he slowly slid his hard cock in and out of my wet pussy. His rough lips on mine, kissing me, loving me. I loved how his curly chest hairs rubbed on my sensitive nipples. I wanted him so badly.

"Get out!" I shrieked at Karmen, throwing her torn dress at her. "Get the fuck out! Go back to your fucking husband!"

"But...I..." she stammered. "What do I tell him?"

"Tell him whatever you want, you fucking whore," I screamed. "Just go!"

Tears in her eyes, Karmen struggled to cover her nakedness in her torn dress and fled the room, heels clutched in one hand, her bra and panties in the other. I curled up in a ball, hugging myself as the tears sobbed out of me.

Why did this happen? How?

I stared at my engagement ring. The black diamond glinted, a brilliant fire contained in its smoky depths. Mark and I were supposed to be together for ever. This ring was the symbol of that. I wanted to rip it off, smash it, shove it up Antsy's cunt, and make her bleed.

I seized the ring and froze.

I couldn't take it off; I loved Mark too much.

I hurt inside. I just wanted to stop hurting, I just wanted Mark to love me again. My eyes spotted a minibar.

I licked my lips and crawled to it, opening the little fridge and pulling out the first alcohol mini bottle in there, downing the liquid. It burned as it ran down my throat before warming my belly. I grabbed another bottle, this one Absolut vodka, and gulped it down. Then I downed a Jack Daniels. I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted my Mark back. I grabbed a Jim Beam and chased it with a peppermint Schnapps.

I clutched my phone as I drank, hoping Mark would call. But he didn't care enough to even see if I was fine after I stormed out of the restaurant. He was probably fucking that whore of a sister.

My world spun. My heart ached. I just wanted the pain to go away.

Chapter Three

Something has changed. Mark has zero interest in those poor women he's mind controlled and called sluts. Mary is missing. Things are happening. This may be the chance to take Mark down. I can barely pull away from the surveillance to make a fresh pot of coffee.

--excerpt from Doug Allard's surveillance notes, June 18th, 2013.

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 -- Alice Perry -- Tacoma, WA

My cell phone rang, drawing me from sleep.

"Honey," Dean, my husband groaned. "You're phone."

"Yeah," I muttered, reaching for it. Who was calling this late? The clock said it was almost 1 AM. "Hello," I answered sleepily. I noticed the caller ID and perked up. "What's up, Mary?"

"I need you," Mary sobbed, her voice was slurred. "Please, I'm at the..." Mary's voice drifted off. Footsteps echoed. What was going on? My heart thudded for my lover.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Mary," I whispered to my husband. I didn't even know why I still slept in his bed. I loved Mary. We would be together just as soon as I convinced her to dump Mark. "She's having an emergency. I think I need to go."

"Kay," he muttered.

"I'm at the Rain City Motel in Seattle," Mary finally answered. "Room 14, I think. Please come, I need you, Alice."

"Okay, Mary," I told her. "I'm on the way." I rolled out of bed. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's Mark," Mary sobbed. "He...he doesn't want me anymore!"

My heart thudded for joy. Mary and Mark had their falling out. This was my chance. "I'm coming."

I dressed in a hurry. Dean had already gone back to bed. I didn't care. I slipped out of the house and into my car. I programmed my phone with the address and stuck it on its holder. I backed out of the driveway and headed to save Mary.

I-5 was almost deserted. Despite the late hour, I was wide awake as I rushed north to Seattle. Euphoria filled me. I loved Mary so much. She was so beautiful and kind. She understood me. Not like my husband, Dean. He just ignored me.

Almost an hour later, I pulled up at the seedy motel. I quickly dashed from my car to room 14, not liking the couple of skinny guys hanging out beneath a street lamp. They looked dirty and high. I rapped hard on the door.

"It's me, Mary."

Something thudded into the door. Mary opened it. "Alice," she slurred, reaching out to grab me and pull me inside. "You came. I'm so happy to see you. You're so beautiful."

"So are you," I purred.

Even disheveled and clearly drunk, Mary was gorgeous. Her auburn hair fell about her shoulders. Her black dress was torn, exposing her perfect breasts and hard, dusky nipples. She clung to me as I led her to the bed, her mouth sloppily kissing my neck and cheeks.

"Your lips are begging to be kiss," she slurred. Her breath was thick with alcohol. Mini-bottles littered the floor. The minibar's door was wide open.

"What happened?" I asked again.

"Fuck, Mark. If he doesn't want me, I can do better," she slurred.

"You can," I nodded. "With me."

Mary fell back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her skirt sliding up to expose her shaved pussy. On her pudenda, her fiery pubic hair had been shaped into a cute heart. I licked my lips at the sight, shifting my hips in my sweatpants.

"Am I beautiful?" Mary purred

"You are gorgeous," I answered her. "You are just perfect. Beautiful."

"I don't need Mark," she muttered. "Not when you think I'm beautiful."

"That's right," I beamed as I knelt on the bed, drawn to her pussy. My heart thudded for joy. I would finally have her.

Mary shivered as I licked through her wet pussy. Mary moaned and closed her eyes as I swirled my tongue through her folds. I savored her sweet, spicy musk. I was in heaven. I could lick and tongue her pussy forever. I could never tire of her.

I loved her so much.

"You are delicious," I moaned between licks.

Mary didn't answer.

I lifted my head. Her head lolled to the side. Her breasts rose and fell in a steady rhythm. I smiled at her. She was asleep. I crawled up her body and cuddled against her. I stroked her face and kissed her on the lips.

"You get all the sleep you need," I whispered. "I'll be here to love you in the morning."

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I woke up, my head pounding in pain. My mouth tasted of old tire.

My head throbbed. I groaned as I sat up, looking around the room. Where was I? It wasn't my bedroom at home. It looked more like a cheap motel room. A black haired woman slept next to me. Who was that?

"Alice," I realized, blinking in surprise.

I struggled to remember last night. I had come to the motel room with a woman named Karmen. At least I think that was her name. That was after...Mark...

My eyes widened. Mark had dumped me at dinner. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. No, I needed to keep from falling apart. He was just reacting to the death of his dad.

I'm sorry, Mary. I just...I just don't find you pretty. His words echoed in my head. His dad dying doesn't excuse him for treating me like dirt. I tried to remember more, but the stabbing pain behind my eyes drove away thoughts.

Alice stirred and sat up. "You're alive."

"Maybe," I muttered. I wished I was dead. Mark didn't love me anymore.

Alice put her arms around my shoulders. "You were so drunk when I got here last night. What happened? I gather Mark hurt you somehow."

I shook my head; I didn't want to talk about it.

"C'mon, let's get you in the shower," Alice said. "You got some vomit on you."

I flushed. I dimly remember Alice holding my hair back while I puked in the toilet. "Thank you," I muttered in embarrassment. "You didn't have to come."

"Oh, no problem," Alice said. "I've done it for your sister loads of times."

In High School, Alice and my older sister Shannon had been good friends. Alice spent a lot of time around the house. She often the older sister that Shannon never was. Shannon was too busy trying to be mom that she didn't have time to be my older sister.

Last week, when I went to see Alice about buying the property around our houses, it came out that Alice had a torch burning for me ever since she saw me naked when I was younger. We ended up in a motel room, making love all afternoon.

She had become my best friend with benefits.

I stumbled to the bathroom with Alice's support. She turned on the water. The shower hissed to life and we waited for it to warm up. Alice stuck her hand into the spray, then smiled. We slipped in together.

"Oh, that's nice," I moaned.

The warm water felt wonderful on my skin. I held my head under the warm spray and, for a minute, I forgot all about the pain Mark caused me. Alice pressed her naked body against mine. An itch formed in my pussy. I turned to face her. Our breasts brushed each other, our nipples kissed.

I stared into her hazel eyes and saw love there.

She didn't hate me. She didn't think I was ugly. What was wrong with Mark?

My heart ached. I wanted to forget. I wanted to be loved right now, and Alice was more than happy to give it to me. She wasn't Mark, but she was all I had.

I leaned in and kissed her. Alice moaned into my mouth as she pressed me against the shower wall, her tongue fencing with mine. Her hands gently stroked my sides and hips, reaching back to give my plump ass a squeeze.

Mark used to love my ass.

I pushed that thought away as Alice's lips nibbled down my neck to my breasts. I groaned when she captured my right nipple, sucking gently as her tongue played with the tip of the hard nub. Pleasure tingled through my body.

Mark and all my problems vanished beneath the gentle kisses and caresses of Alice.

Alice nibbled on my nipple before she kissed lower and lower. Her tongue flicking into my bellybutton brought a giggle to my lips. She rubbed her face through the silky heart of fiery pubic hair above my cunt.

"I love this heart," Alice purred. "So beautiful. Everything is beautiful about you, Mary."

I beamed at her.

Alice's hands spread my thighs, and my breathing quickened. Her warm breath washed over my cunt. I gasped as her delightful tongue slid through my tight vulva, sinking momentarily into my wet hole and then grazing my aching clit.

"Oh, eat my pussy," I panted. "I need it. I need to be loved."

"Always," Alice purred. "I'll always be here for you."

I gripped the shower bar. My eyes fluttered as her tongue licked through my folds. The warm water splashed down my body. I let myself get lost to the pleasure of her lips. Alice's tongue caressed my clit, shooting pleasure through me.

Then Alice slipped two fingers inside me. I clenched down on her digits as she probed the sensitive walls of my pussy, stirring pleasure through my cunt. Her tongue caressed my clit, every touch sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body.

"Damn, you're good," I groaned, my hand holding tight to the shower bar. "Mmm, keep licking me. Make me cum."

"I will," Alice hissed.

Her fingers pumped faster and faster inside of me. My hips undulated and my pussy clenched down on her hungry fingers. I purred in delight as she sucked my clit into her hungry mouth, nipping the sensitive nub and shooting sparks of pleasure through me.

"Yes," I gasped as my body shuddered. My toes curled in the water swirling down the drain. "I'm so close."

"Cum on my lips," gasped Alice as she curled her fingers.

My eyes widened. She found my G-spot. I thrashed, shaking in the shower as my orgasm rushed pleasure through my body. I swayed, only staying upright thanks to my strong grip on the shower bar.

The pleasure reached its peak inside of me. I groaned and savored the rapture.

"I have to eat you," I moaned, falling to my knees.

Alice giggled and slid up, pressing her smooth vulva into my face. I buried my lips into her pussy, savoring her tangy, sweet musk. Her cunt was smooth silk on my cheeks as I devoured her. Alice grabbed my hair as she ground against me.

"Eat me, Mary," she gasped. "I love it. You're are the best. I'm going to cum so hard."

Her clit was a hard pearl nestled in the beautiful folds of her pussy. I licked and sucked at her pussy, reveling in her musk. She moaned, enjoying my tongue. She desired me. Alice's hips undulated in pleasure, her hands pulling my face tight into her pussy.

I tongue-fucked her hole, working in and out of her tight depths. I swirled my tongue through her folds, drinking down all of her flavor while her moans echoed through the motel bathroom. Her eyes fluttered and her breasts jiggled as she swayed on my lips.

"So good," she gasped. "Oh, yes."

I loved the way her breasts heaved as I tongued her. Alice's black hair was plastered to her wet body. The water ran down her curves as she shuddered on my tongue. She licked her lips as she ground her pussy on my face.

She was already so close to cumming. I licked up to her clit, wanting to set her off. I sucked her pearl between my lips and nipped it. Alice bucked and gasped, her back arching and her breasts jiggling above my head.

What a great pair of tits.

"Oh, Mary," she moaned. "Oh, yes. I'm going to...oh, fuck."

"Cum?" I purred between licks of her clit.

"Yes," Alice shrieked.

Her tangy pussy juices poured into my mouth, proof that someone found me desirable. I drank them down as she quaked and shuddered. I held her as she trembled, keeping her from falling over in the shower.

"Oh, god that was good," Alice panted as her orgasm faded.

I smiled as I slid up her body and we shared a hot kiss, our lips sticky with each other's cunts. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was pressed up against her. We made out, not even breaking our kiss as tears began running down my cheeks. Alice just kept right on kissing me until they stopped, comforting me with her full lips and the press of her body against mine.

Only when the hot water gave out did we break our kiss.

* * *

Alice Perry

"It's all I could find," I said with a forced smile, handing Mary the hideous tie-dyed t-shirt. "Trust me, that was the nicest shirt the convenient store had."

Mary nodded. Her hair was still damp from our shower. I had run out to find her something to wear, since the blouse of her dress was torn. She pulled it on over her dress, hiding her delicious breasts.

Pity.

"I saw a diner up the road," Alice said. "Let's gets some breakfast and talk about what happened, okay?"

Mary nodded dully.

It was a short walk up the street. The neighborhood wasn't nearly as scary in the light of day as it had been when I arrived last night. People bustled down the sidewalks and cars filled the streets. It took a few minutes to walked to the diner.

The morning rush had ended. A mousy waitress, her eyes drinking in Mary with interest, led us to a booth. "What can I get started for you?"

"Coffee," I decided, grabbing the menu.

Mary half-heartedly flipped through hers. Mark had really hurt her. The bastard.

I reached across and held Mary's hand, waiting for her to talk.

The waitress bustled back and poured our coffee. "And what will you have?" she purred, her eyes on Mary the entire time. I understood--Mary was the most beautiful woman in the world. "Huh, darling?"

"French toast," Mary muttered.

"I'll have the meat skillet," I smiled; I wasn't a salad woman.

"Okay." The waitress gathered up our menus.

Mary stared at our hands. I gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"Mark, he..." Mary began to say. She took a deep breath. "There's another woman."

"I'm sorry, sweetie." What a bastard. I gave her another squeeze.

"He, he became obsessed with her on Sunday," Mary whispered, her green eyes burning with tears. "I thought it was just his dad dieing. Like, he just needed to work something out of his system. But he...he's not interested in me anymore."

"What a pig," I muttered, unable to hide my anger.

"We were out at dinner last night and..." Tears threatened to overwhelm her. "He said getting married may have been a bad idea. I thought he meant he wanted to delay it. I'm mean its a month away, and he has to deal with his dad dieing and all that crap that goes along with it. I was fine with it but..."

She shuddered like she was remembering his words. Her eyes squeezed closed and a pair of tears ran down her cheeks. I ground my teeth. If I ever saw Mark, I would punch him so hard. He was such an asshole for making this sweet creature sad.

"He said he wasn't attracted to me anymore," she sobbed. "He said I wasn't pretty."

"Fucker," I growled, stunned. "He is a pig, but how could he say that? You're gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

A smile played on Mary's lips for a moment, and then her grief came crashing back. "I don't get it. Everything was fine until we met that...other woman."

"You knew what sort of a guy he was," I told her, trying to keep it together. Mark was a player. He was all over the news, and many women bragged about how they spread their thighs for the terrorist. "He liked to fuck other women, and he tricked you into thinking it was okay. Then, when he meet a new piece of ass that excited him more, he threw you out like garbage."

Mary squeezed her eyes shut. The truth hurt, but she needed to hear it.

"I'm mean you were what, dating for a two weeks? He got bored of you, Mary. I'm sure he's already fucking around on this other woman, and in a week she'll be the one crying her eyes out. He's a fucking pig. You're better off without him."

"It wasn't just me, he wasn't interested in any other woman," I said. "Just Antsy."

"Antsy?" I blinked. "What kind of name is that?"

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"It's a nickname," I answered absently as I shifted in the seat, the tears trickling down my face. Mark wasn't interested in any of the beautiful women in the restaurant last night. He didn't want to fuck the secretary when I made love to her at the Realtor's office. It wasn't like him. He was a horny guy. And with his power, he could make any woman want to fuck him.

Until Antsy. What made his sister so special that he would lose his out of control sex drive?

I sipped my coffee and frowned. Something didn't add up. When I made my Pact with the Devil, one of my wishes was for Mark and me to love each other for eternity. So how could Mark not love me? My other wishes worked.

Karmen was proof of that. She couldn't help but want to please me sexually. So why wasn't my love wish working?

A realization hit me. I gasped, my eyes opening.

Mark never said he didn't love me, just that he didn't find me attractive. Ever since he slept with Antsy, he had been weird. Hope bloomed inside me again. Was I crazy? Did Mark fall under some sort of spell?

I tried to calm down and control my hope. I needed to think things threw.

Antsy was out of town all week, and who knows what she was up to in Miami or who she could have met. A nun? Another demon? The man who tried to hire a cult to kill Mark? I needed to speak with Antsy and see if my powers worked on her.

"You need someone that loves you," Alice said, biting her lip. "That doesn't love anyone else."

I nodded, barely paying attention. There was definitely something going on. If I hadn't been hurting from Mark's rejection, I would have spotted it sooner.

"I-I love you, Mary."