The Devil's Pact Pt. 27

I nodded my head. He was so right and I almost blew it. He could get any girl he wanted.

Grace did better than I did. She already sat on the drummer's lap. Bones had his hands between her legs and rubbed hard at her pussy. Grace's legs were spread wide, her brown curls matted by her excitement as his thick fingers shoved into her cunt.

Then Kurt kissed me again. I kissed him back, my pussy growing more and more excited. His lip piercings rubbed roughly on my lips. It was so exciting. I was drunk on kissing him. This was so wild. I was a groupie to a sexy rock star.

When he broke the kiss there was a dark lust burning in the young man's eyes.

"I've been jerking off to you since I was twelve, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt groaned, humping against me. I felt how hard his cock was. "And now I get to fuck you."

"You do," I moaned. "I'm your groupie."

He tore my blouse open, exposing my breasts covered in a beige bra. He shook his head in disappointment. "We need to get you some better clothes. If you want to be a groupie for my band you needed to dress better."

"Of course, Kurt," I quickly agreed. Being a groupie for his band was the most important thing in the world to me. "I will dress to please you."

"Good, slut." He reached around me, fumbling at my bra claps. "Damn, I've wanted to see your tits for years."

"They're yours," I groaned as the bra clasp came undone.

I shrugged out of my bra and my round breasts spilled out, nipples hard. Kurt groaned then pinched one of my nipples so hard I gasped in pain. He twisted it and tears beaded the corner of my eyes as I shuddered.

"Nice tits, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt smiled wickedly. "I can't wait to pierce these fat nipples."

"Yes, Kurt," I moaned, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. My nipple hurt so badly in his hands. His fingernails bit into the sensitive nub.

I gasped in relief when he let go. He knelt before and ripped my skirt down my thighs. He stared at my blonde pubic hair. He ran a finger through my curls as I shuddered. My pussy was so wet for him. I hoped he noticed.

He grabbed a fistful of my downy pubic hair and ripped hard.

"Ouch," I gasped as pain flared in my crotch. He pulled out a tuft of pubic hair. He held up my blonde down then let it go and shook his head in disgust.

"My groupies need to be shaved."

I rubbed my groin where he ripped the pubic hair out, the pain spreading. "That hurt, Kurt."

He stood and grabbed my nipple. He pinched harder than before. I thought it hurt last time, but this time my knees buckled from the agony, and I screamed out. I fell to my knees, barely feeling the concrete as he hurt my sensitive nipple.

"The pain makes me hard. So suck my cock, whore," he ordered, his fingernail biting painfully into my nipple.

"Yes, Kurt," I groaned. I was his groupie. He could do what he wanted to me.

Tears rolling down my cheeks, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as fast as I could. I opened wide and buried it between my lips, sucking as hard as I could. His cock was small and skinny, even when it was fully hard in my mouth. My tongue caressed it. I wanted to please him so he would stop hurting me.

"That's it, slut," he groaned. "Damn, Mrs. Sullivan is sucking on my cock like a champ. I knew your lips would be good at this. You have a cocksucker's lips, whore. Fuck, you're good."

He let go of my nipple to grab the side of my head and fuck my mouth hard. Sean was never rough like this when we made love. But if this is what made Kurt happy... I was a groupie, here to please the band.

To please him.

"Oh, fuck," Kurt moaned. "Your mouth feels as great as I imagined, Mrs. Sullivan. Suck my cock. You fucking slut. Oh, shit, that's it. Oh, damn, that's good."

Kurt's cock slammed rapidly in and out of my mouth. He thrust all the way to the back of my throat, my lips pressed into his pubic hair. His cock was too short to shove down my throat. I could never take all of Sean's cock into my mouth.

Kurt's balls slapped my chin as he fucked me. I felt like such a whore. Dirty. Here to be used. There was nothing exciting about sucking his cock. His fingers dug into the side of my head as he slammed his dick over and over into my mouth.

His fingers clenched into my hair. He grunted, his face twisting with pleasure. His metal piercings glinted in the setting sunlight streaming through the garage. In the background, Grace moaned and gasped in pleasure as she rode Bone's cock.

"That's it, Mrs. Sullivan. Oh, yes. I'm going to cum so much in your mouth, whore."

I sucked harder, eager to please him. His cock slammed into my mouth and he groaned. Several blasts of his salty cum flooded my mouth. I tried not to grimace at the flavor and was glad when he ripped his cock out a moment later.

I turned my head and spat his cum out on the garage floor. I was never a fan of cum in my mouth, and Sean would always pull out and shoot onto my tits.

Kurt's slap knocked me to the cement. My head swam and my cheeks burned.

"Groupies swallow," he barked at me.

"Sorry, Kurt," I cried. My face stung from his blow. "I'll swallow from now on."

"Good. If you do what I say, I won't have to hurt you," Kurt smiled.

"Okay, Kurt," I nodded.

"Now, lick it up and swallow it all," he pointed to the gob of white cum congealing on the dirty garage floor.

I bent down, licking the cum up, trying not to gag on the taste of dirt and motor oil mixed in with his cum. It was so humiliating, but it was what I had to do to be his groupie. And I so wanted to be his groupie. I couldn't balk at anything.

"Lick it up, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt moaned, his steel toe boot planting on my back, pressing my face into the floor. "Like a good, little bitch."

"You came so fast," Pat laughed. "Kurt finally got a girl to suck him off and he busts his nut in a minute."

"You fucking asshole," snarled Kurt.

Still licking his cum from the floor, I watched as Kurt slammed his fist into Pat's face. He fell to the ground, blood streaming from his broken nose. Pat clapped his hands over his nose, groaning as Kurt drew back his foot and kicked him in the gut. Pat screamed in pain as Kurt kicked him over and over again with his steel-toed boots.

"This is my fucking band, Pat," Kurt screamed. "Don't fucking make fun of me. No one will ever get to fucking laugh at me again." He glared at the other two band members.

"Yeah, sure," Tor moaned as he jerked his dick to Grace riding on Bones's cock.

"Yeah," Bones groaned, Grace's cunt sliding up and down his cock. "Whatever you say, Kurt. Just keep me in pussy."

Kurt laughed and he kicked Pat once more in the stomach.

Kurt's cock was hard as he yanked me to my feet and bent me over the hood of his dad's car. The taste of his cum and the dirty floor lingered in my mouth as Kurt thrust his cock into my cunt. I groaned, glad I was still wet from my earlier excitement. His small dick slammed over and over into my cunt, his balls slapping my clit. He fucked me so hard and fast, a piston reaming my cunt.

Pleasure rippled out and I let out a moan.

"You love my cock, don't you, Mrs. Sullivan? It's the best."

Kurt's cock was the smallest I had ever had inside me. Not that I had a lot of dick before I met my husband, but Kurt's was definitely the best. He said so. And I was a good groupie. I clenched my pussy down his dick as I fucked him back.

"I love your cock, Kurt," I moaned back, rolling my hips and hoping my pussy was making Kurt's cock feel wonderful.

"Fuck," Tor groaned as he came on Grace's stomach as she bounced on Bones's dick.

"Watch where you're shooting that shit," Bones growled, pulling his hand back to avoid getting hit as he gripped the married MILF.

"Tiffany?" a strangled voice gasped.

I turned and there was my husband Sean staring in horror at me getting fucked. I didn't understand why he looked so horrified. I was a groupie and groupies were fucked hard by the band. My pussy clenched down on Kurt's cock.

"Hi, Sean," I panted, the pleasure shooting through me. "I guess I... ohh... got sidetracked getting the milk," I laughed.

"I... I don't understand," Sean stammered. Why was there so much hurt in his eyes? Did he not understand that it was okay for Kurt to fuck me?

"I'm Kurt's groupie," I explained. That should make it all better.

"And you love my cock," Kurt said with a vicious smile.

"I do; I love Kurt's cock," I moaned. "It's the best cock I've ever had, Sean."

Sean worked his mouth. "I... What... Is he making you say that?"

"No, Sean," I gasped. My orgasm built inside me. Knowing my husband was watching made this oddly thrilling. My clit ached as Kurt's balls slapped my cock. I moaned, "He asked me to be his groupie, and I jumped at the opportunity."

"Fuck, your wife has a nice cunt, Mr. Sullivan," Kurt groaned. "Now run along. Your wife doesn't love you anymore. Right, Mrs. Sullivan?"

"Yes," I panted, as my love for Sean evaporated away. How could I love anyone when I was Kurt's groupie? I was his woman. "Go away, Sean. I'm with Kurt, now. I don't love you anymore."

"Tiffany," Sean sobbed as he stumbled off, looking like a destroyed man. I felt bad for the man. I loved him once and I never wanted to hurt him. He just needed to accept the way things were now.

Kurt fucked me harder and harder, my orgasm swelling in the depths of my pussy. I groaned loudly, wanting everyone to know just how great Kurt's dick made me feel. His cock just felt so amazing as he plunged over and over into me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me," I moaned.

"You're my whore, Mrs. Sullivan."

"Your whore," I agreed.

His dick was so hard. It slammed into me. My pussy clenched as my orgasm neared. I rubbed my naked tits into the cool hood of the car. It rocked from the force of Kurt's thrusts. I tossed back my blonde hair, my eyes rolling in my head as I came closer and closer to erupting.

I climaxed.

"I'm cumming, Kurt," I moaned as my pussy rippled on his small dick reaming me. "Oh, fuck, your cock feels so great. Keep fucking me with that amazing cock."

"Your cunt feels nice, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt moaned. "Shit, this is so hot. I'm going to cum in you."

"Yes," I gasped, the ripples of my orgasm washing into my mind.

"Beg, slut."

"Cum in me!"

He grunted and moaned, "Mrs. Sullivan," as he buried his dick in me and erupted. His cum flooded my pussy. I was so happy. My cunt made Kurt feel good. I was such a good groupie. I rested my head on the car's hood, shuddering as the last of my orgasm's bliss buzzed through me.

Kurt pulled out and shouted, "Tor, stop pounding your pud and come fuck a real pussy."

"Fuck yeah." Tor almost fell on his face, tripping as he ran over, holding his pants up one-handed, his cock bouncing about as he ran. He wasted no time sticking his dick inside me. He may have just cum on Grace, but he was ready to have a taste of my delicious pussy. I was so wet from my cum and Kurt's sperm that Tor slid right in.

He had a big dick, and I moaned in appreciation as it filled up my pussy.

"Does his dick feel better than mine?" Kurt asked as Tor pounded my cunt.

"No, Kurt," I gasped. "Your dick's the best."

He smiled. It was the smile I learned to love, because it meant he was happy with me and wasn't going to hurt me. After Tor finished in me, Bones just had to have a taste of me. His cock was smaller than Tor's but bigger than Kurt's. Still, it did not feel nearly as good as Kurt's dick.

His was the best.

Bones fucked me good and hard, my orgasm building in my core, when I heard a scream and turned to see what was happening.

Grace was on the floor being fucked by Kurt. He pinched both her nipples on her large breasts she cried out in pain. Her agony seemed to encourage Kurt. He fucked her harder and harder, pulling on her poor nipple until her entire tit stretched out and it looked like Kurt would rip it off. And then he would let it go, her breast snapping back like a rubber band.

Kurt laughed.

"Oh please, that hurts," moaned Grace, her face red from crying.

Kurt bit her nipple and she screamed. "Fucking slut," Kurt moaned. "I love your screams. Do you feel how hard you've made me?"

"Yeah, Kurt," Grace moaned. "You're so hard inside me."

Kurt chewed at her breast, leaving bite marks and he fucked her harder and harder as she moaned in pain. "Please stop, Kurt," she begged. "Oh, god, please. It hurts so bad."

Bones kept right on fucking me, not caring about the cruelty Kurt inflicted on Grace. I felt bad for her, but these were the abuses a groupie had to suffer to please the band. I had been close to cumming, but hearing Grace's screams snapped me out of it. Bones pumped a few more times into me and then he came hard inside my pussy.

When Kurt finished with Grace, she curled up on the floor. Her breasts were bruised and raw. She whimpered in pain. Kurt had a pleased look on his face. Beyond Grace, Pat gave a quite moan as he lay battered on the floor.

"Who wants to see some lesbo action?" Kurt asked.

"Hell yeah," Tor smiled.

"Mrs. Sullivan, why don't you sixty-nine with Grace?" Kurt leered, stroking his tiny cock.

I knelt down next to Grace and gently kissed her crying face. "Shh, Grace," I whispered. "Kurt wants us to go down on each other, okay?"

Grace sniffed. "Okay, Tiffany."

I kissed her lips. They were soft and gentle, not like a man's. I had never kissed a woman before and found it was nice. And being watched by Kurt and the band just increased how nice it was. I stroked her sides, avoiding her tender breasts as we kissed.

Grace relaxed, her lips kissing me back. The guys all groaned as they watched us, rubbing their hard cocks. Grace's tongue met mine. It was so nice. I could almost pretend we weren't being watched. I rolled onto my back and pulled Grace atop me. Her mauled breasts rested on mine as we kissed.

"Eat some pussy!" Bones called out.

"Yeah, let's see some hot action," groaned Tor.

Grace smiled. Her tears had stopped. She flipped around and straddled my head. Her pussy was sticky with Bones and Kurt's cum, matting her brown pubic hair. The guys groaned as she lowered her cunt down to my mouth.

"Eat her creampie," Kurt moaned.

I did. Gladly. I had to please the band. My tongue licked through the sticky mess, gathering the salty cum and her sweet juices into my lips. I licked again and again, savoring the wicked thrill of eating my first pussy while the band watched.

"Oh, Tiffany," Grace groaned before her tongue lapped gently through my sore cunt, gathering all the cum spilled in me.

We licked and nibbled on each other. It was so hot. We moaned and gasped, our juices flowing as we tongued each other. I licked the flavor of her pussy especially when I licked out all the juices. Our hips undulated, grinding our pussies on each other's tongue.

I gasped when she found my clit. She swirled her tongue about it then sucked it into her lips. I bucked and moaned, grinding on her face as the pleurae swelled through me. This was so hot. I nuzzled through her folds until I found her clit.

I sucked on it.

Grace moaned about my bud. She sucked harder then swirled her tongue around it. My pussy clenched as I humped into her mouth. I gripped her ass, pulling her down and pressing her pussy tight against my mouth.

"Damn, that is hot," Bones groaned. "Look at those two lezzie whores. Damn, Kurt. I am impressed."

"So hot," grunted Tor.

They jerked their cocks. I caught glimpses of them as Grace's legs shifted. Sometimes her legs bent and rose up, blocking my sight, and other times they straightened out. All three watched us with hungry eyes as the orgasm swelled inside of me.

Grace slipped a finger into my pussy. I gasped and pressed the tip of my nose into her pussy, sliding it around as I sucked on her clit. Grace's finger curled in me as she moaned about my clit. My nipples ached on her belly.

I was so close to cumming when suddenly an acrid liquid splashed on my face.

I looked up to see Kurt's dick. He pissed on Grace's pussy and my face, spraying us with his urine. It splashed into my mouth, tasting bitter and salty. It stung my eyes. I felt so soiled, the pleasure evaporating out of me me.

"Drink it," Kurt ordered

I opened my mouth and let his urine flood me. Then I swallowed the disgusting liquid. Kurt gave another order, and I licked his piss off of Grace's pussy, digging into her folds to find every drop. I had to please him.

"Fuck that's nasty," Bones moaned. A hot liquid slashed onto my cunt as Bones pissed on Grace's face.

Grace and I kept eating each other's piss drenched pussies. Kurt didn't tell us to stop. We licked the urine off each other's pussies, then went back to sucking clits. I felt my orgasm build again despite the humiliation, a sweet thing growing in my core.

Grace's tongue felt like silk as it slid through my pussy's folds. She shuddered atop me, her moans vibrating my clit as she came. I held my lips tight to her pussy, sucking all her juices out as her tongue swirled around my clit. My entire body went rigid, and then I shuddered beneath Grace as I came on her agile tongue.

"What a pair of whores," laughed Kurt. "The shit they'll do for us.

Chapter Three

And all the world bore witness as the Miracle revealed the Living Gods' divine nature.

--The Gospel of April 30:01

The Present - The Abyss - Lucifer

I smiled as Lilith dragged Mark's soul back to his body. It didn't matter to me that I wouldn't immediately get Mark's soul. I had plenty of those pitiful things. Souls were power, currency, in the Abyss. But after millennia of making Pacts with mortals, a thousand souls would be a drop in the bucket for me.

At this moment, Mark was far more valuable alive.

Lilith played her role perfectly. The stupid whore couldn't help it. She shoved Mark's soul back into his body. Crimson light flared. The paramedics and firemen working on saving Mark's life gasped in shock, shielding their eyes against the glare.

Debra Horne-Dannell almost dropped her microphone. Her cameraman never stopped filming. The image was broadcast live to the world, revealing the supernatural to the masses. The beast was born, and all would follow his lies.

Everything was going according to my design. All events served me.

* * *

Mark Glassner - South Hill, WA

...my eyes snapped opened.

I stared up at the sky. I had a mask over my face. Two strange men and a woman leaned over me, their eyes wide. They were paramedics. Why were they...? It all rushed back to me. Alice shooting me, next dying, and then the pact I made with Lilith to heal me.

I sat up, pushing the oxygen mask off my face. I felt something piercing my left arm. I jerked out a needle, connected by a tube to an IV bag. It rustled in Thamina's hand. My nurse slut stared at me, joy bursting in her eyes as I dropped the needle.

"What the fuck?" the first paramedic shouted, her eyes wide.

My shirt was gone and several bandages were taped to my chest and stomach, blood staining them. I ripped them off, exposing more blood smeared across chest and stomach. I rubbed at my skin, feeling for wounds. I was whole. Healed. Lilith upheld her end of our Pact.

A surge shot through me. I was alive.

I smiled broadly and yelled my exhilaration into the sky. I was alive. I could feel the tickle of grass on my hands, the feel of the warm sun kissing my skin, and a soft breeze rustling my hair. The world smelled rich and wonderful and alive.

"I am alive!" I roared and laughed. Nothing else ever felt so sweet. "Mary, I'm alive!"

"It's a miracle," the female paramedic gasped. "The wounds have healed. My god, they're completely gone."

There were cops standing around, all staring in amazement at me. "How?" one asked me. "That's not possible."