---

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

---

---

Click here for Chapter 2.

---

---

Once a mortal falls under the Prayer of Avvah, they will have a powerful need to find and forge a connection with the other target of the prayer. They will find sex unfulfilling, sensing that the person they need to join with is waiting for them. Once they have found this person, the pair’s souls will be entwined. They will only desire each other, ignoring all, even their soul mate.

—excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mary Sullivan

“It was alright,” I grinned at Mark as I lounged in bed beside George, my sister on the other side of the man. Mark stood naked in the doorway, his face flushed. I wondered who had had been fucking. “My sister hogged his cock, though.”

Shannon broke the kiss with George and grinned insufferably at me. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“I let Mark fuck you,” I retorted.

“My poor George is worn out,” Shannon said, stroking George’s arm. “He’s not the machine Mark is. What did you do, pop a Viagra last night, Mark?”

“Yeah,” Mark lied. It was one way to explain how my fiance have such unnatural stamina. My family didn’t need to know we had sold our souls to the Devil for powers.

“Anyway, Mary and I have things to do today,” Mark said. “So, please, let yourselves out.”

“Oh, yes,” I smiled, remembering the tryouts. “We do need to get ready.”

I leaned over and kissed first Shannon, which still held a taboo thrill, and then George, his lips sticky with our pussy juices and his cum. Then I hopped out of bed, my breasts bouncing as I strolled to Mark.

“Okay, we’ll see you,” Shannon smiled. “Don’t be such a stranger. We need to get together again.”

Mark grinned beside me as his hand went around my waist. “Oh, yes.”

“Horny stallion,” I giggled as his hand squeezed my ass and pulled me away. “So, who did you fuck?”

“You’re little sister’s ass while she blew Damien,” Mark nodded.”

I nodded in approval, my hand stroking his dick. “Desiree cleaned you up?”

“She’s an obedient slut.”

Yes, she was.

Mark led us to the master bathroom. I knew that look in his eyes, and that throbbing in his cock, that he was looking to get lucky with me. I had never been an oversexed woman until I met Mark. The man had flipped this switch in me. I was always eager to have fun.

Mark was on me the moment I stepped beneath the shower’s spray. My auburn hair darkened as it matted around my shoulders and the water trickled down around my breasts. My nipples ached as Mark squeezed my tit and pressed me against the wall.

“Ooh, you are horny this morning,” I gasped as he thrust his cock into me. He wasn’t eager for any foreplay today.

“You looked so sexy pressed against George.”

I giggled. Mark was always amorous after I had been with another man. I think he wanted to prove that he was the better fuck. “Mmm, and I’m so wet thinking about you fucking my little sister’s ass. I wish I had seen it.”

“Her virgin ass,” Mark whispered. “I took all three of the Sullivan sisters’ anal virginities.”

My pussy clenched down on Mark’s thrusting cock. “Oh, you are one lucky man.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned as his his hands squeezed my ass. “But I get to keep the prettiest.”

I kissed him for that.

My tongue played in his mouth as our bodies heaved together. The water sprayed over us as Mark’s hips hammered his cock deep into my depths. My arms wrapped around his back, sliding along his wet skin. Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. I undulated my hips and ground my clit into his pubic bone.

“Damn, Mare,” Mark groaned when he broke his kiss. “Work those hips. Fuck, you’re making my cock feel amazing in your pussy.”

“Of course I am,” I giggled. “You’re cock is so thick and amazing. Mmm, yes. I love making your dick feel good.”

“Naughty filly,” he groaned. His fingers squeezed my asscheeks. “Damn, we are going to have so much fun today.”

“Yes,” I hissed. “We’ll make all those hot cops strip naked and prance around. I bet you’ll fuck them all.”

“I’ll try,” Mark grinned. “And then they’ll eat your pussy out and make you cum. They’ll worship you.”

“Oh, Mark,” I gasped, “you say the sweetest things.”

My pussy spasmed about his cock. My arms tightened about him as my orgasm burst through me. I shuddered in his arms, my voice echoing through the bathroom. Mark growled and pounded me harder. His cock kept my orgasm rolling through me.

“Cum in me,” I moaned into his ear.

“Mare!”

His hips slammed forward. His cock erupted into me. My body convulsed one last time as my orgasm died down. I savored the hot blasts of his seed filling me up. I held him tight and rested my head on his shoulder.

I loved it when he came in me.

We hurried through our shower after that. We were both excited for this afternoon. And then Mark was taking me out on a date this evening. It was Saturday, and Mark seemed to want to make that date night. Just me and him and whatever naughty fun we would get into.

After we showered, Mark put on a pair of khaki shorts and a green t-shirt while I donned a short, white tennis skirt and a pink halter-top. I tied my hair back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. We were going to be outside for a few hours, so I insisted on wearing sunscreen.

I grinned as I slathered the stuff all over Mark and then handed him the bottle. His hands were firm as they massaged the sunscreen into my body. His fingers kept dipping beneath my clothing to brush my naughty bits.

When we went downstairs, my family was just getting ready to leave. Desiree, Thamina, and Fiona gave the respective men they satisfied last night kisses while I hugged Shannon and Missy. We exchanged hot, unsisterly kisses that brought a whoop from Damien.

“Thank you,” Dad said when he hugged me. “I needed last night. Fiona was…perfect.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was the only family member, beside my whore of a mother, that I hadn’t fucked. And I had no intentions of crossing that taboo line with him.

If I gave into that lust, I feared I would do anything, like agree to Lilith’s idea of giving myself a cock I could summon. Mark wouldn’t like me having a cock. It could…strain our relationship. It just wasn’t worth it.

So I would be firm and keep myself from crossing into too much taboo fun. Even if Daddy was kind of sexy.

“Take care of my daughter, Mark,” Dad said as he shook Mark’s hand.

“Oh, I plan on it,” Mark nodded. “She means the world to me.”

I smiled at Mark.

* * *

Samantha “Antsy” Glassner – Miami, FL

My mouth was dry and I had a bit of a headache when I woke up. A man snored beside me, his arm over me. Who did I fuck last night? I closed my eyes and struggled to remember last night. I was out at the club with Theodora, the naughty, young woman I met on the flight out to Florida.

If my friend hadn’t canceled, we never would have met and I never would have invited her to stay in my hotel room.

My eyes widened. After Travis fucked me last night and passed out before I came, Theodora had fingered me to an orgasm while we kissed. I had sex with a woman. A hot flushed went through me as I remembered her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy.

I had enjoyed it.

I had never wanted to be with a woman before, and yet I remembered that orgasm. I had cum hard. Her touch was electricity. I squirmed on the bed, my pussy growing wetter and wetter by the minute. A hot itch settled into my core. I needed to get laid.

I twisted over and stared at Travis. I stroked his chest and nibbled on his neck. “Wake up.”

“Huh,” the man groaned, his hand sliding up to grip my breast. My nipple hardened and shot delight down to my juicy pussy.

“I’m getting horny,” I moaned.

Travis’s hand tightened on my breast. “Mmm, you want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Maybe,” I purred. “If you keep playing with my tit, I’m sure something will happen.”

“Okay,” he grinned. He was a handsome man, and his body was ripped. I see why Theodora and I took him home last night.

His lips leaned over and sucked on my aching nipple. I groaned as his tongue swirled around my nub. I squeezed my thighs together as my pussy itched harder. My juices were flowing and I let out a soft sigh as the pleasure grew inside me.

Travis’s hand slid down my stomach. I groaned as he pressed between my thighs. He sucked harder when he felt how wet I was. I groaned in delight and parted my thighs for him. His fingers brushed through my pussy, stirring me up.

I needed to be fucked. It was a powerful urge. I had never quite felt so horny before, not even last night when Theodora gave me that screaming orgasm. My body trembled as Travis’s thick fingers probed my hole.

His fingers felt nice, but not right.

“I’m so horny,” I groaned. “Just fuck me.”

“Damn, you are a slut,” Travis grinned. “And fucking hot.”

“I know,” I smiled, squirming like I had ants in my pants. “Now fuck me.”

The bed creaked as Travis mounted me, settling between my spread thighs. Theodora lay on the other side of the bed, her back to us. Her blond hair spilled across the sheets and her ass was kind of cute.

Maybe she flipped some sort of bisexual switch in me last night.

I turned my attention back to Travis as his cock prodded at my pussy lips. I ran my hands up and down his muscular chest as he teased me with his dick, sliding it up and down my pussy. I groaned and shuddered.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

His cock slammed into me. It felt nice, but not right. I frowned as he hammered away at me. My pussy clenched about his shaft. Pleasure rushed through me. I trembled on the bed. It creaked and shook and the headboard banged into the wall. My toes curled as the cock slammed into my pussy’s depths. Pleasure rushed through me.

And yet…it left me feeling empty.

This wasn’t what I needed. I was so horny, and yet Travis’s cock wasn’t what I was burning forb.

“What’s up, baby?” Travis asked. “You’re just lying there. Last night, you moved like a minx.”

“Sorry,” I groaned, adding a twist to my hips. “Why don’t we try another position?”

Travis grinned and ripped out of me. “On you hands and knees, babe.”

“Oh, yes,” I purred as I flipped over and knelt like a dog. I wagged my ass. Maybe a different position would work. His cock would hit different parts of me.

“You’re starting up right away,” yawned Theodora as she rolled over to face us.

“I’m just so horny this morning.”

Theodora smiled and nodded.

Travis slammed into me. I gasped and shuddered, my pussy clenching down on his thrusting cock. He fucked me hard. His balls slapped into my clit. My spine arched as I pushed my hips back into his frantic thrusts.

“Damn,” I gasped. “Oh, yes. Fuck me.”

It was wonderful and wrong all at the same time.

Theodora sat up, her round breasts jiggling. I licked my lips. Maybe I needed something else. Something…different. Her thighs spread and she rubbed at her pussy as she watched us fuck. I stared at her neatly-trimmed, blonde bush framing her flushed pussy lips.

“Theodora,” I gasped. “Can I…” I couldn’t believe I was about to ask this, but I needed to be satisfied. “Can I eat your pussy?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” groaned Travis as Theodora sat before me, leaning against the headboard and spreading her thighs. “Eat her pussy.”

I lowered my head. Her pussy was just an inch from mine. She had a spicy aroma that tickled my nose. It was exciting. I closed my eyes and lowered my lips. I brushed her hot, wet pussy. I took a lick through her folds.

“Yes,” Theodora moaned.

She tasted nice, but it wasn’t what I needed. But I kept licking and moaning. Despite not filling fulfilled, my orgasm swelled inside me. My pussy clenched down on Travis’s cock as my lips nuzzled through Theodora’s pussy.

“So damn hot,” groaned Travis.

His strokes grew even harder. Our flesh slapped together. Every time he buried into me, he drove my face into Theodora’s pussy. The woman gasped and moaned, her breasts heaving as she squirmed on my tongue.

“Oh, yes, Antsy. I’ve been thinking about this all week,” purred Theodora. “Eat my pussy.”

“Yeah, eat the fucking dyke’s pussy,” groaned Travis. “Shit, I’m going to cum.”

I moaned into Theodora’s pussy. My cunt clenched and relaxed on Travis’s shaft. He stirred me up. My body trembled. I was so close to cumming. I swirled my tongue through her folds as my body shuddered.

Travis buried into me and growled. His cum flooded my pussy.

My orgasm burst inside me. I screamed my bliss into Theodora’s pussy. I trembled on the bed as my pussy milked every drop of cum from Travis’s dick. The pleasure reached my brain. I let the rapture consume me.

“Wow, you girls are nasty,” Travis groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

“Yes,” Theodora shuddered, her juices flooding my mouth as she came.

I collapsed on the bed, my lips sticky with Theodora’s juices. I felt empty. I had cum, but it hadn’t satisfied me. Neither Travis or Theodora were what I needed.

So who was?

* * *

Sister Theodora Mariam

“Well, I’ll see you sluts,” grinned Travis as he strolled out of our motel room. “You want to party some more, let me know.”

“Sure,” Antsy muttered. She lay on her side, looking listless.

I bit my lip. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she sighed.

I stretched out beside her, pressing my naked breasts into her back. I spooned her and nuzzled against her. She was pretty good at licking pussy for a novice. It had been exciting to feel her mouth digging through my pussy. All week, I had been staring at her gorgeous body and hoping for my chance to be with her.

And now I had it and she seemed disturbed. Did she regret eating my pussy? Some girls felt guilty the first time they had a lesbian experience. I could still remember my shock the morning after I first made love to Sister Louise. It had been right after she freed me from Kurt’s control.

I had been hurting and she provided me with comfort, but I still felt so guilty. I was raised to think lesbian sex was a sin, plus I still felt married to Sean even though I had divorced him. Well, that bastard Kurt had forced me to divorce him.

I shook my head and forced back my emotions. Sean was my past. I hoped he was happy. I hoped he had remarried and found a kind woman to help raise our daughters.

“Was it…what we did?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Antsy said. “It just…felt like I had sex with the wrong person.”

I blinked at at that. “Wrong person?”

Antsy rolled over. “Yeah. I feel like…I need to be fucked by someone. I’m so horny, but it wasn’t the two of you.”

I fought my smile. I cast the Avvah prayer on her last night. She wanted to sleep with her brother now. When she did, she would create a bond with Mark. The pair would be sexually obsessed with each other forever.

Guilt tumbled through me. She was such a sweet girl. It wasn’t fair that I had to use her this way, but the Angel Ramiel assured me it was the only way to stop Mark. A wedge needed to be driven between him and his Warlock girlfriend.

“Maybe you just have to go out and look for this person,” I smiled. “I bet it’s someone you’ve known and just never realized you…needed.” Like your brother.

Antsy grinned. “Or, it’s some hot stud out on the beach right now. I need to get my bikini on and go out there.”

Antsy sprang from the bed and found the red bikini Travis had bought for her yesterday. It was skimpy, barley hiding her lush body. She strolled to the shower and hissed on. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. Was it right what I did to Antsy?

Was stopping Mark Glassner worth playing with her emotions?

I closed my eyes and prayed, Gabriel, give me guidance. I am so lost right now. How can this be the right path?

* * *

Doug Allard – South Hill, WA

After almost missing out on the entire assassination plot against Mark Glassner, I had decided to pay more attention to the going ons in the house. I was being paid handsomely by Brandon Fitzsimmons to gather information on Mark and try to find a way to stop that man.

Even if I wasn’t being paid, I would do this. Mark scared me and my wife, Tina.

I was at my post in the unfurnished bedroom of the rental house. From here, I had a perfect vantage of Brandon’s house, now occupied by Mark and his fiancee Mary. I had thermal cameras, regular cameras, laser mics, and more spy equipment, all being recorded on the expensive computers Brandon bought. He didn’t spare a single dime to outfit me.

The house I watched scurried with activity. Mary’s family had left. Mary had used her powers to seduce both her sisters into incest. It was disgusting. I had once thought Mary was a victim of Mark, but it was clear she was his partner in every way. She enjoyed degrading and enslaving women as much as he did.

They both had to be stopped.

I shifted the laser mic, trying to hear anything going on that was important. On the thermal camera, I spied two figures in the guest bedroom next to the master suite. I aimed the laser mic at the room’s window while I watched the pair on the thermal camera. I had no idea who they were. They were just yellow blobs that faded to red and blues on their edges.

“What’s got you so excited, mi Sirenita?” purred the Latina baroque of Desiree. She was Brandon’s wife, enslaved by Mark.

“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” the second figure asked. It sounded like the excitable voice of Alison. She shared the room with Desiree and the pair seemed…close.

“Like a date?” Desiree asked, her voice full of delight. “But what about serving mi Rey and mi Reina?”

“Master said it was okay,” Alison squealed. On the camera, the two figures embraced, their heat signatures melting together into a single blob. “Please say yes! Please!”

“Of course,” Desiree answered and the pair kissed. The laser mic was sensitive to pick up every smack of their lips as both women enjoyed their kiss.

I squirmed in my seat, debating looking elsewhere in the house. Mark and Mary were home, but it was chaos inside. They were preparing to go to Sparks Stadium to hold their tryouts. Mark was eager to degrade a over thirty female cops to find twelve to serve in his bodyguard.

The fucker.

I had been a cop. That was back when I could use a gun without seeing the kid’s face. No cop deserved to be enslaved. Already, Mark had a local cop and an FBI agent as his “sluts,” the degrading name he called his sex slaves.

“So, where should we go, mi Sirenita?” asked Desiree.

“I don’t know,” Alison giggled. “You’d think I would since this is my idea. I’m not so good a dating.”

“Uh-huh,” Desiree agreed. “How about the Olympian? It’s a great restaurant.” She laughed. “It’s my husband’s favorite. He always loved to take me there.”

“And now you want to go with me,” laughed Alison. “Mmm, the idiot had no idea that you hated him, huh.”

“He just saw my big tits and my ass.”

There was a loud smack and Alison chortled, “It is a great ass.”

“So after the tryouts, we’ll go,” Desiree decided and gave Alison another kiss.

I hesitated, debating whether or not to tell Brandon about this development. Brandon wanted his wife back, and it was hard to say if Desiree really did hate her husband or if this was all Mark’s programming. Mark could have easily commanded, “Desiree, you always hated your husband and only married him for the money.”

Desire would have had no choice but to believe that. Mark’s power was insidious. He had to be stopped.

I gathered up the surveillance files and recordings of the conversation. Brandon deserved to know what was happening with his wife. I uploaded all the items and fired off an email to Brandon. Then I went back to the surveillance. When Mark and his women cleared out for the tryouts, I would have a chance to have a break. There was no way I would follow Mark. I couldn’t risk being spotted. I didn’t want to be put under Mark’s power.

Besides, my wife was coming with lunch.

To be continued…

Click here for Chapter 4.

If you enjoyed the story, support me on Patreon!

I have released a part 43 of the revamped Devil’s Pact on Smashwords. Read this post for more information if you’re interested!