The Devil's Pact Pt. 30

"And you're just gorgeous, Mary, too," Natalie Gonzalez said with a smile as she unbuttoned her mauve, silk blouse. "I bet you have just gorgeous breasts, Mary." Mary's power to make any woman desire her was having the predictable effect on Natalie.

I groaned, Savannah Georgia sliding her mouth up and down on my cock, as I watched Mary stand, reach behind her back, and unzip her dress. The shy girl who had blushed so furiously when she first stripped naked in the Starbuzz all those weeks ago had been replaced by this confident woman unashamed to show off her gorgeous body to the world. I admired her perky, freckled breasts tipped with dusky nipples. Her pubic hair had been waxed away save for a small heart of fiery hair above her pussy.

"Oh, my," Natalie Gonzalez smiled

Then she licked her lips as her blouse fell open. Her large breasts were cradled by a silky, gray bra. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, shrugging out of it and her blouse with one smooth motion. Her breasts were large, sagging just a bit, and topped with huge, dark areolas and hard nipples.

Damn, they were great breasts. I had jerked off to hers and Savannah's tits before. And now I could fuck them. Enjoy them. "Great tits."

"You may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Natalie Gonzalez breathed to Mary, ignoring my comment. That happened sometimes. Mary's presence, thanks to her Pact, could make women ignore me.

I didn't mind. I loved watching my naughty filly enjoying herself.

Mary smiled and crooked her finger at Natalie Gonzalez. The beautiful woman walked across the room to Mary, who kissed her passionately on the lips. Natalie Gonzalez was breathing hard when Mary broke their kiss. My fiancee sat down on her chair and spread her legs wide-open.

"Pleasure me," Mary commanded.

"Yes," Natalie breathed.

I seized a fistful of Savannah's honey-grown hair as I forced her mouth down my cock, my eyes locked on Natalie Gonzalez as she knelt down and licked hesitantly at Mary's slit. Mary groaned, arching her hips, her breasts jiggling.

"Yes, you love the taste of my pussy. It's delicious," Mary purred. "Lick it. Devour it. Pleasure me."

My balls boiled as Natalie Gonzalez licked with more confidence at Mary's pussy. She moaned her encouragement, her right hand pinching her left nipple. Savannah's sucking mouth brought me closer and closer to orgasming as I watched my fiancee writhe in bliss.

Savannah sucked so hard as I forced her mouth down my dick. She moaned, pleasing me. Everything faded around me. I was only distantly aware of the cameras filming us, broadcasting us to the world as Savannah moaned about my dick. I sucked in deep breaths, my balls boiling.

I held her hair with a tight grip, and held her mouth in place as I tensed, on the verge of erupting.

"Swallow it, Savannah!" I moaned as I erupted.

I spasmed in the seat, the pleasure shooting through my body. My cum spurted into her hungry mouth. She didn't hesitate to swallow. I loved the sound of her savoring my cum. She kept sucking, making sure she drained my balls dry

"Fuck, slut," I growled, the pleasure carrying me high. I loved it. I savored the bliss as it peaked within me. "Damn, you know how to suck cock."

I released her hair and popped her mouth off my dick. "Well, I always enjoy making sure my guests have a great time on the show."

"Yes, you do," I groaned as she stood up. Then I blinked, remembering the cameras and the crowd outside. "Let's give her a big cheer!"

Outside, the crowd screamed and shouted as they clapped. A few of the women flashed their boobs as they got into the spirit of things. I savored the sight of the breasts bouncing, keeping my cock hard as the pleasure churned through me.

Savannah Georgia licked my cum off of her lips and waved to the crowd, her freckled face flushed, and a huge smile gracing her lips. She sat back down on her chair, adjusting her blouse, and looked at me. Being a consummate professional, she continued the interview as if she hadn't just sucked my cock, "So, not only have you founded a religious movement, but you're running for public office. A State Representative in your home State of Washington?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "There are a number of concerns important to me."

"Like bigamy?"

"That's one of them. But gun control is another. I want to make our nation safe. People don't need guns if there is no more crime..."

As I spoke, Mary spent the time writhing in pleasure as Natalie Gonzalez devoured her cunt. Mary's perky breasts heaved as her body shook from her orgasm, and she let out a low, throaty moan. I was just finishing talking about my take on marriage--that anyone should be allowed to marry anyone else, even multiple anyones--when Mary finished cumming.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mary gasped. I paused, admiring her breasts bouncing as her orgasm shot through her. "Oh, god, Mark, yes. She's a good slut. Oh, fuck, that's nice."

"I love watching my fiancee cum," I grinned at the cameras.

"And I love doing it," Mary purred. "Mmm, Natalie's done that before, too."

Natalie Gonzalez laughed as she stood up, a naughty smile on her stained lips. A producer came out and handed Natalie Gonzalez a towel to wipe the pussy juices off her face. Mary just crossed her legs, not bothering to put her dress back on, and started answering questions about our charity, the Women's Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment.

Cumming on national television. What a wild week. Everything had changed since the shooting.

* * *

Jessica St. Pierre

I smiled at the TV as I sat in the green room for the Morning Today Show, Master and Mistress's interview shown on a TV hanging on a wall in the corner. She just came on national television. How absolutely wild. They were powerful. I was right to choose to stay with them.

"And so you have a charity, Mary," Savannah Georgia said once Mary stopped shuddering.

"Yes, I'm very proud of the Woman's Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment," Mary said with a straight face.

I smirked. The acronym was both so naughty and so juvenile all at the same time. I turned back to my laptop, clicking on the link. It was another property for sale. I read through the listing, writing on my notepad beside me. This was the most promising yet. I studied the layout. It was the one. It was perfect.

I pulled out my cell phone and found Jacob's number. I hit send. The phone rang and rang and rang before a sleepy man answered, "Yes?"

"It's Jessica," I said. "Sorry for waking you. Forgot about the time difference."

"S'okay," he grunted.

"I'm emailing you a link. I think this is the property to buy for the alternative site. You'll need $11.4 million for it. Make an offer today."

"Okay," Jacob yawned. "$11.4 million. I'll have to move money around."

"Is it a problem?" I asked. "This is a priority project for our Masters."

"No, no," Jacob answered. "It'll raise red flags with the IRS on why a charity is buying such a large property."

"Who cares," I laughed. "If the IRS complains, Master or Mistress will straighten it all out."

I shuddered. They were so powerful.

* * *

Chantelle Holub-Paquet - Seattle, WA

"That is just disgusting," I sneered as I watched the Morning Today Show. "Look at him, making poor Savannah suck his cock on national television."

My wife nodded her head. We sat in the living room of Babylon's house. It was the temporary temple to Lilith until our plans came into fruition. I rubbed at my belly. Lilith's monstrous daughter grew in my womb. The changes were already noticeable, my breasts growing sore, a slight swell to my belly.

Lana turned off the TV in an angry huff. "They have to be stopped."

"It won't be long now. Just a few more weeks. Before the end of July, Karen will give birth to the vessel and Lilith will walk the world again." I grinned. "Then the first two of her daughters will be born and more will follow. Mark Glassner and his whore will pay for their perversity."

"Yes," my wife breathed.

"Amen," Babylon groaned on the nearby couch. "I cannot wait to feel our Goddess's seed flood me and quicken a new life."

I nodded my head. Every day, our coven grew larger. We found more women who hated the brutality of men and wished for a change. Every day our power grew.

* * *

Noel Heinrich - Philadelphia, PA

My mentor's new home, on the outskirts of Philadelphia, was impressive. His security company had done very well. It could only be described as a small mansion, three stories tall, with a front yard at least an acre across. It was meticulously maintained, clearly by professional landscapers. Wyatt was never so good at keeping up his lawn's maintenance.

I rang the doorbell, tired after my drive up from DC.

The doorbell tolled through the house. I could hear it echo. It sounded huge. I couldn't believe that the grizzled veteran who trained me lived in this palatial estate. It was... mind boggling. It made me blink that he had done this well for himself.

Footsteps echoed. I half-expected a butler, in a formal suit, to open the door, his lip stiff, his accent British. Instead, it was Wyatt dressed in blue jeans and a Western shirt that wasn't even tucked in. He had a big grin on his weathered face, his brown hair graying at the temples.

"Well, there she is," he breathed. "See you found it all right."

"Thought I was lost," I laughed as I gave him a hug. It was great to see Wyatt. I trembled, my emotions a snarled mess. "I can't believe you live in this house. Alone."

"I know. It's so ostentatious. But I have to throw parties for my clients and stuff. You know, appearances. I live like I'm successful, which means I must be good, so they keep hiring me. All about perception."

I nodded my head "Just like any other undercover work."

"Just like any other," he said and his cheeks went red.

Mine blushed. "I... assume you've seen the photos of me and... at their place."

He nodded his head and gave an uncomfortable cough. I was glad he didn't want to talk about the activities I had performed under Mark's domination. "So this Mark fellow really can control people."

"Did you catch the Morning Today Show?"

"I recorded it. Didn't watch it live like I normally would."

I sighed in relief. "Then you know exactly what I'm talking about. What they can do. How perverted they are. They twist every one they come across. I'm lucky I got away from them."

"Uh-huh," He said, ushering me inside. "And you're worried about them?"

"Aren't you?" I followed him into the kitchen. "They have a cult worshiping them as gods. He's running for political office. How long before he's ruling our country and we're all their slaves?"

"You really think that will happen?"

I nodded my head.

"And how do we stop it? Assassinate him?" He opened the fridge and took out two bottles of beer, handing me one. He opened his with his thumb, popping off the cap.

"Exactly," I told him. "But it'll be hard. He's got his fanatics, he has magic, and he's learning every day. We need help. Other patriots to join us. We need to put out feelers into law enforcement and the intelligence world."

"Recruiting?"

I nodded, taking a bottle cap opener. I popped it off, foam fizzing out the top. "More importantly, we have to get powers. Magic of our own."

"How?"

"There's a book. The Magics of the Witch of Endor. There are probably other books, too. Mark figured out how to get his powers without it. We need to get our hands on one of these books. We have to find out what we need to make our own Pacts with the Devil."

Wyatt blinked. "Excuse me?"

"That's what they did. They sold their souls to the Devil for power." I lifted my beer. "We need to fight fire with fire."

I took a long, deep drink of the cold beer as my mentor stared at me, his face pale, his hand shaking. He would understand. He would come to learn that Mark and Mary were tyrants. They crushed liberty at every turn. They had to be opposed.

Chasity had to be avenged.

To be continued...