The Devil's Pact Pt. 30

"Always," squeaked Marylou between her orgasms.

Earl nodded, then bent down, whispering into his daughter's ear. Her head turned, and she kissed him with all her love through her veil. Her pussy spasmed harder on my dick. Watching father and daughter revel in their forbidden love shot me over the edge.

I slammed my dick deep into her cunt and unloaded, blessing her with my seed. Because I was special. Important. I had powers and they all knew it. They all recognized how holy I was. I groaned, my brain boiling in ecstasy while the church cheered behind me.

"You are blessed, child," I groaned, pulling out of her cunt.

"He blessed me, Daddy," Marylou moaned.

"He did," he groaned, helping her to stand up straight. I walked around the altar, buzzing with the joy of fucking her tight cunt. And she was only the first bride. Others were getting married today, too.

Mary took my hand, gasping, shuddering, cumming on April's mouth. I grinned and faced the brides. "Do you pledge, before your Gods and these witnesses, to love and cherish your father, to take him as your husband, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do, my God," breathed Marylou, such joy in her eyes.

I turned to Earl. "Do you pledge, before your Gods and these witnesses, to love and cherish your daughter, to take her as your wife, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he answered, voice firm.

"Then I pronounce you man and wife forever," I declared. "You may kiss each other."

Earl flipped up his daughter's veil. She trembled, my cum running down her thighs to her stockings as her father leaned in and claimed her kiss. It was hot, passionate, full of unbridled lust. They moved together, sinking onto the pillows by the altar, and he claimed his daughter-bride for the entire church to see, ramming his cock into her as the next couple walked down the aisle.

I smiled at the sight of the Cunningham twins. I hadn't noticed them moving to the back to take their place. They held each other's hand, Rose holding a daisy in her free hand, Daisy a rose. I grinned and Mary perked up.

"You'll need your strap-on," I whispered.

"I will," she shuddered as the twins came closer.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

The orgy was underway now that all thirteen ceremonies were performed. I still wore my strap-on. I was chosen to bless several brides--Rose while Mark fucked her twin, Suzette when she married her Master, and Cynthia when she married Vivian. It was exciting fucking my old coworker's cunt. It took me back to the day Mark walked into the Starbuzz where I had worked possessed of his new powers. We had a hot foursome.

But now I sought out the last bride whom I blessed--Rachel. She was the naughty bride Mark and I claimed on her honeymoon when we flew out to New York City a week ago. I was so happy when she had shown up with her husband Jacob and her girlfriend Leah, the sexy chauffeur we hired for that same trip. Rachel and Leah had gone wild together, and Rachel wanted to keep both Leah and Jacob at the end of the weekend.

I encouraged her.

So I was so happy to marry the three of them together, the only triune couple we married today, planting the idea in our followers' minds that plural marriages were beautiful. Jacob looked so happy with a bride on both of his arms, Rachel and Leah looking ravishing, both their hair dyed blonde.

I found the three in a dark corner, Leah riding Jacob while Rachel lounged nearby, her pussy dripping with her husband's cum. She smiled at me and gasped when I knelt down beside her. She tried to rise, murmuring, "My Goddess."

"Shh," I told her, stroking her arm. "Relax, relax. It's an orgy. And I'm just here to enjoy myself." I stroked a hand up her thigh to her messy pussy and caressed her sopping folds. She shuddered, eyes fluttering. They were brown and lovely. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Yes, yes, it was magical with you last weekend." She shuddered as I stroked her flesh. "I should have known you were Gods then. It all made so much sense how you enchanted me and opened my eyes to pleasure. And Jacob... He was so understanding about it and now he's so happy."

"Yes, Leah is the reward for both your faiths," I lied, disturbed at how easy it was to play into the religion. It was... seductive being worshiped. "And your Gods have need of you and your spouses."

"How so?" she asked, excited. My fingers stroked through her pussy lips.

"We need accountants. You and your husband are accountants. I remember you saying that."

"We are," she nodded. "It's just... why do Gods need...?" She gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry for asking questions."

"Don't be," I laughed. "And we need accountants to make sense of our finances. It's not important enough for Mark or me to attend to. That's why we have servants."

"Yes, yes, Jacob and I will do it," she moaned.

"And we need Leah, too. She was such a good driver." I shoved my fingers into Rachel's sloppy depths, savoring how hot and warm she was. "Do you think she'd want to?"

"I'd love to," Leah moaned.

Both she and Jacob stared at me. I smiled back. "Perfect. We'll need to bind your souls to ours. It's a naughty ritual. And then you'll be tied to us forever. You won't age. You won't get sick. You'll be ours. But you have to make this decision for yourself. It has to be your choice."

"Absolutely," moaned Rachel, her pussy clenching on my fingers.

"I would love to be yours forever," Lean moaned. "You brought us together. You made us so happy."

"Yes," groaned Jacob. "Yes, we will serve, my Goddess."

"Excellent," I purred. "When you finish fucking, head to our house. The bodyguards will escort you in, and we'll have you bound by supper time."

Then I leaned down and kissed Rachel on the mouth. It was enough to send the girl into spasming orgasms. I was shocked to feel her cunt convulsing on my fingers as she shuddered and moaned. To her, a Goddess had kissed her, and that meant ecstasy.

Damn, it was addicting.

I pulled my fingers out of her snatch, licking the cum and spicy pussy honey off my digits. I savored the taste and left her to enjoy her spouses. Around us, men and women writhed together, and women and women shared their passion. It was all so decadent. My pussy clenched. My strap-on bobbed before me.

A woman's ass wiggled at me as she bobbed her mouth open and down a man's cock. It was an invitation. I moved to her, stroking my dick. Memories of the hour I had my own cock, courtesy of Lilith, rushed through me.

It had been so intoxicating to have a dick, to fuck a slut. I almost chose it over saving Mark. Almost.

I fell to my knees behind the woman, seized her hips, and thrust my dildo into her snatch. She moaned as I plowed into her. I had no idea what her name was or even what her face looked like. She had black hair spread across the crotch of the man she blew. I rammed my dildo over and over into her, savoring the dildo rubbing on my clit.

"My Goddess," the man groaned. "Yes, yes, fuck her hard. Oh, Erin, it's our Goddess fucking your snatch."

Our Goddess. "Yes, yes, enjoy," I moaned. "Take my dildo and cum, slut. Feel my love."

Intoxicating. I pounded her hard as she sucked on the man's dick. He groaned. A wedding ring glinted on his finger. Was Erin his wife? A lover? Maybe his sister that he always had a secret affair with? I didn't know. It didn't matter. I fucked her hard, loving the pressure of the dildo's base on my clit, my pussy clenching hard, juices dripping down my thighs.

Around me, men and women gasped and moaned in worship of Mark and me. I could never give this up. I didn't want to give this up. It was too hot. Too wonderful. I was their Goddess and they all loved me.

"My Goddess," groaned the man as he came. Erin swallowed his cum, gulping it down as she humped her cunt back into my thrusts.

And then she came, too, moaning, bucking. Her head snapped up. "Yes, yes, yes, Bill. I'm cumming so hard, honey." Her head snapped around. "Thank you, my Goddess. Thank you for this gift."

"You're welcome," I moaned, the passion in her eyes rippling through me. Waves of heat burst in the depths of my pussy.

I came as I fucked her. I savored how wonderful it was. How amazing. My head snapped back, and I moaned in pure delight for this moment. I slammed my dildo into her cunt, my clit throbbing, rapture bursting through me.

I loved being a Goddess.

Chapter Five

And the God spoke, "I envision a world of love. A world without violence or hatred or pain. A world where all of mankind is finally united. No wars, no crime, no poverty. This is what I pledge to deliver to you. Peace."

--Sayings 2:1

Sunday, June 30th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Puyallup, WA

"This is what I pledge to deliver to you. Peace," I said as I stood before the crowd at the VFW Hall in downtown Puyallup, the third speech I had given today as part of my campaign to become the next State Representative. While Mary and I had been having fun at the Living Church the last two days, my sluts had been busy.

Desiree shocked us all when she admitted to working on a few campaigns in college, so I made her my campaign manager. With my power, running for office was all-too-easy. I was running unopposed now. My opponents in the primary had been two Democrats, a Republican, a Libertarian, and a Constitutionalist. After I called them up this morning, I had convinced them to give me their ringing endorsements.

So now was the perfect time to get out to the masses, to let them hear my desires, to command them to vote for me while also making them better people. I spoke about reforming marriage laws, decency laws, cleaning up crime, ending the prison system, and making our Country a paradise where no one was hurt.

It was almost as intoxicating as presiding over the orgies.

"I promise you that we will get all the guns out of the streets. No one will have them. No one will need them. Together, we shall ensure that no more are slain in senseless violence like Officer Chasity Vinters. She died defending the life of my fiancee and me."

Cheers erupted through the halls.

"So that is why you all will vote for me come November. Together, we will make the world a better place."

Their applause was so sweet, so ecstatic.

"Good work, honey," Mary said. She stood on stage with me, wearing a pink dress, the kind a woman would wear in the board rooms--one part suit, the other part dress. I wore a suit myself, tie and all.

"Thank you, my friends," I said, raising my hands as I drank in their applause. This is what Mary and I should have done right from the start. Making things better for the world. But we were so caught up in just having fun, in fucking every hot woman we could. If the nuns never attacked us, we would still be just having fun.

The bodyguard formed up around me, led by 51, as we moved through the crowd. Hands reached out for me. I shook them, grinning at the women, half-tempted to claim a pretty one to entertain me on the car ride to the airport. The cameras rolled. Debra Horne-Darnell at the fore with the other reporters. She was a true believer. Her broadcasts always espoused her support of Mary and me.

I nodded at her as we passed. Our limo waited outside. It was new. Leah waited with it, wearing the same sexy chauffeur outfit she had when she ferried us around New York City, her breasts stretching her blouse, her long legs covered in dark nylons while she had a smoky smile on her lips.

"My Lord," she said, opening the limo's door.

She was bound to us with the Zimmah ritual. Last night, Mary and I had ensured all our new and old servants--the pilots who flew our plane, the two stewardess who served us, and Leah and her spouses--were bound. But they all had the choice to walk away.

They didn't.

"Thank you," I smiled at her as I climbed in.

Jessica was already sitting inside, holding her tablet with my schedule. She wore a sexy secretary's outfit, her caramel breasts straining the low-cut top. It was clear she wore no bra, her nipples hard. She had her legs crossed.

Sexy legs.

Mary slid in after me, followed by 51, who sat beside Jessica facing us. April and Lillian were also accompanying us on this trip, April working on a laptop on a project that had her so excited, while Lillian was naked, a glass of champagne in her hand, enjoying her life as our slave.

Leah closed the door. She climbed into the driver's seat and the limo pulled away from the cheering crowds.

"The security company sent us the estimate for the new limo, Master," Lillian reported between sips of her wine. "It's pricey."

I shrugged. "And?"

"And they say it'll be top of the line. Like they would make for the president. Able to stop almost anything short of what the Military has."

"Good," I nodded as the limo pulled away.

"Oh, Master," Jessica said, lowering her tablet. "We'll be doing another interview in New York on Fox News. We'll have to stay an extra day. Desiree will bump up your speeches on Tuesday, but it won't be a problem."

"Another interview?" I asked, blinking.

"People want to talk to you," she laughed. We were on the way to the airfield to fly to New York for the prestigious Morning Today Show on NBC. It would be a live broadcast, and I was looking forward to it.

"Good," Mary nodded. "The more exposure the better."

"We might also be on one of the late night shows, too," Jessica added. "A few are giving me nibbles."

Jessica was our press secretary now. We didn't need her working as a reporter any longer. We had Debra Horne-Darnell for that. Jessica had contacts, and she was using them to schedule interviews and help with our speeches which April wrote. We would make the world better, one way or the other.

"And 51, how is recruitment going?"

"Good, good. People are flocking in to worship you two," 51 said. "And some of them are young, attractive women with law enforcement background. Others are physically fit and eager to serve you as a bodyguard. The bodyguard is... glamorous to them." A smile crossed her ebony face. "The first ten have been ordered to attend the police academy. Once they're finished, they'll be ready to be inducted into the guard."

I nodded my head. Our bodyguard was down to thirty members, and once we had our willing recruits, we planned on giving 51 and the others the same choice we gave the sluts, to stay or be set free. We had other worshipers being vetted to provide maintenance for our plane and to be nurses in our clinic, working under our former slut, Dr. Willow. Many of our worshipers were even volunteering their time and efforts in building the mansion, spearheaded by Rose and Daisy.

They felt so honored to build their God's abode.

"Good," Mary said. "The sooner we have a large number of bodyguards, the better." Like me, she was worried about more people we forced to serve us being killed. 51 thought she was happy being the head of our bodyguard, but she had no choice. Already I had been in contact with the husband I forced her to divorce to make sure she could return to him if she chose to quit the bodyguard when we set her free.

And there were other women who deserved a choice. Mary and I had given our friends and families sex slaves. Ultimately, we decided to let them choose if they wanted their slaves freed or not. My friends Quatch, Chris, Karl, and Tom elected to keep their slaves. As did Missy and her boyfriend, Damien. George and Shannon, on the other hand, freed Starla who, to their surprise, begged to stay on as their sex slave. My mom freed Joy, who quickly left, and Mary's dad freed Felicity. She left, too, missing her family, but Sean and Tiffany didn't seem to care. My little sister, Antsy, freed Via and then asked the woman to be her girlfriend. Via happily said yes.

It was a shame Felicity was free. Mary offered to let her be one of our sluts, but she wanted to go back to her family. Felicity was a sexy schoolgirl. I recruited her and April a few weeks back, both virgins then, for a spell.

"And how is the fundraiser doing?" Mary asked.

"Oh, very well," reported Rachel. I hadn't realized she was in the front seat of the limo beside her wife Leah. She was sitting up there with Leah, her wife. We had given Rachel, Lean, and Jacob one of the houses on the street we owned. "Last night brought in another $240 million. Jacob's up to his eyebrows in work getting it all straightened out. So he's happy."

"Good, good," Jessica nodded. "Because I've been looking at the alternative sites, Master, and they are not cheap. I'm trying to find just the perfect one, but there are more than I thought there would be."

"You'll find it," I told her.

"And did the SWAT officers agree to guard the alternative site?" Mary asked.

"They were still thinking about it," Jessica answered. "I'll call Chief Hayworth and find out if they've made their decision."

The SWAT officers who attacked us were held at the Puyallup Police Department's jail. Chief Hayworth ran the department. He was a big supporter of mine. His entire department was under my power. They knew to let me do what I wanted.

"Good," I said. "And the Blackwoods?"

"Cassie and her family are on board," Jessica nodded. "They're all firm worshipers of you now, Master."

I leaned back in my seat. I hated how complicated our lives had begun. We had to make plans and contingencies for other disasters happening. Bulletproof limos, more servants, more people with guns to protect us and our loved ones.

"Brandon Fitzsimmons?" Mary asked.

"Still no sign of him," 51 answered. "He returned to the States--we know that much--but he is in the wind."

"Fuck," I growled. "He has the book. If he can find a translator..." I shuddered at the idea of that odious man with our powers.

"The FBI is on it," 51 answered. "I spoke to the SAC in Tacoma, and he assured me they have their men searching. His brother is under surveillance. They'll find him."

"Good," I said. "And our missing sluts?"

51's face fell. "Still no hint on where they've gone. I'm sorry, Master."

Mary patted my head. Where were Lana and Chantelle? What happened to them? I glanced out the window as we drove down Meridian, our bodyguards escorting us, sirens blaring.

"You look stressed, Master," Lillian purred. "Do you need... to be relaxed?" She stretched her naked body.

"Yes, I do, slut." That would elevate my spirits.

"You earned it," Mary purred, kissing my cheek. "Your speeches were delivered perfectly."

"Really?" I asked as I loosened my tie. "I felt like an idiot some of the time. April, you wrote great stuff, but it was so weird to say it. Not used to it. But keep up the good work."

April looked up from her computer as Lillian unzipped my fly. She beamed at me. "I'm so glad you liked my speeches, Master."

"Keep them coming," Mary told her.

"Yes, Mistress."

She typed away happily as Lillian freed my cock. She licked at the shaft, dragging her tongue up so slowly. I groaned, running my hand through her black hair streaked with blue and purple highlights. Her tongue reached the peak of my dick, circling the sensitive crown, gathering the precum beading out of my dick.

Mary nuzzled into my neck. "You horny stallion. I saw you lusting at the crowd. You should have pulled a woman out for us to enjoy."

"Just pluck her out the crowd, giving her no choice?" I asked.

"Well, you wouldn't have ruined her life. You would have given her a hot experience, and she would be free to go back to her life."

"I'll do that next time," I smiled as Lillian sucked the entire tip of my dick into her mouth. "But, damn, we have to let the sluts have some fun."

Lillian popped her mouth off my dick. "Uh-huh, Master. We love pleasuring you and Mistress."

And I knew that. Lillian chose to stay. Mary shuddered beside me and then she spread her thighs, her skirt sliding up gorgeous thighs. I smelled her sweet, spicy musk. "Jessica, attend to your Mistress."