Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 56

I slipped out into the hallway, ice bucket in one hand, hotel key in the other. I had made that mistake once, tying up my lover and then forgetting the hotel key. Its quite embarrassing to get a maid to let you back in and she sees your lover handcuffed naked to a bed. The ice machine was to the left and I started walking down the hall. As I passed the hotel room next to ours, the door opened and a short, balding man in a blue, silk bathrobe bent down to pick up the Sunday paper. He looked tired, haggard sacks hanging beneath red eyes. My eyes widened in shock. don't know why I should be surprised, not when God's Providence was at work.

Surrounding the man was a blue-black aura, pale and sickly like a fresh bruise. This man had been touched by a Warlock.

Years of fighting Evil had honed my reflexes, and my hand moved without thought. I dipped beneath my slip, slipping two fingers into my pussy, coating my digits with sticky fingers. The man gaped at me and I used his surprise to quickly draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead and muttered, "Shama."

The man immediately relaxed, a dopey grin spilled across the fat jowls of his face. I grabbed the man and dragged him back towards the hotel room I shared with Sarai. Adrenaline surged through my body, and my hands shook so bad it took several tries to get the key. Finally, I got the door opened and shoved the man into the room. The prayer I cast on him would make him docile for a minute or so. It would take more intimate work to get anything useful information.

"Mhh, your back," Sarai moaned like a bitch in heat. Shit, I didn't have time to play with her.

"Just relax, sexy," I said. "I gotta take care of some Nun business."

"Oh," Saral moaned in disappointment, "can you untie me?"

"Just hang tight, sweetie," I said, shoving the man down onto the other bed, springs squeaking heavily. My hands untied the belt to his robe revealing a fat belly covered in graying hair and a black thong that did little to cover his junk. He was so fat that the rolls of his waist covered the thin waistband of his thong.

God, give me strength, I prayed, reaching into the thong to pull out

his fat, short cock. My soft hand quickly stroked him to readiness

and I pushed him back until he lay spread out across the bed. I

hiked up my slip and straddled his fat waist, his cock probing the

lips of my pussy, bumping my clit. closed my eyes and lowered

my cunt around his cock, moaning low in my throat. His cock's

girth stretched my pussy nicely and I rose up and started to fuck him, the bed springs squeaking loudly.

"What's going on?" Sarai asked in a puzzled voice. She was writhing on the bed, struggling to pull her blindfold by rubbing the side of her face on a pillow. "Holy shit!" she shouted when she succeeded at pulling off her blindfold. "Who the fuck is that?"

"Um, uhh, I'm not sure!" I panted, lamely. His cock was starting to feel real nice in my pussy. I loved being with women, but there was something to be said about a real cock plumbing your depths.

"Is this your surprise?" Sarai answered, concerned. "Because I have no interest in fucking a guy, let alone some fat, old dude!"

"No, this is for my Order!" I gasped, adding a twist to my hip movement. "He's been touched by Evil and I need to help him!" I was really fucking this guy, now, riding him hard. Having Sarai watch me was so exciting. I pulled my slip over my head and started playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting. I hoped Sarai was enjoying the sight of my perky breasts bouncing up and down. I leaned back, thrusting my tits out and his cock was hitting new, delightful places in my pussy.

"That sound's crazy," Sarai said. I can understand her confusion. Most people didn't believe in the supernatural. Even the majority of Christians would find it hard to believe that the Devil made Pacts with people, giving them powers in exchange for their souls. My Order called them Warlocks. And we are dedicated to fighting them, to freeing those who the Warlock has enthralled, people like the man I was fucking.

My orgasm was building in my womb, and I rode the man hard and fast, squeezing my cunt about his cock. The man grunted and then he was flooding my pussy with his seed, hot and wet in my womb. As I came, I prayed a single word, "Rechem!" The Mark of Qayin flared white on the man's forehead. The man went rigid for a second and then relaxed, smiling.

"What was that!" Sarai gasped. "What was that light?"

"The Prayer of Rechem," I answered. "It will allow me to get around any commands the Warlock placed on him." I peered down at the man, gazing into his brown eyes. "Speak your name," I ordered the man, "and tell me what the Warlock commanded you. When you're

finished, you will be free of his power."

"My name is Brandon Fitzsimmons," the man said in a hypnotic,

monotone. "Several days ago a man named Mark and two women

appeared at my door..."

My smile grew as Brandon told his tale. God's Providence has already led me to the Warlock's lair.

I woke up with a splitting headache beneath a soft comforter. Strawberry-blonde hair filled my vision and a woman's soft ass pressed back into my cock. Mary? Right, her hair was reddish? Christ my head hurts to much to think. My cock was hard with morning wood and Mary's ass felt so good so I slipped my cock up into her cunt. She moaned with a low, smokey voice as I started to fuck her.

"Mary?" I mumbled, that didn't sound like her, the voice was too low to be my Mary's. And my mind started to slowly work again, remembering that Mary's hair wasn't strawberry-blonde, it was a darker aubum.

"Yeah, hun," a sleepy voice murmured behind me and another female body pressed up against my back.

"Who am I fucking?" I asked Mary.

"One of the waitresses," Mary answered, her breasts soft and nipples hard on my back. Her hand stroked my side, resting on my hip.

"Waitresses?" I asked, and then last night came back in broken pieces.

I had proposed to Mary atop the Space Needle and she had happily said yes. Then we went downstairs to celebrate at the Skycity Restaurant. I had arranged for only the beautiful women of the wait staff to remain, naked and willing, and we had one wild orgy. Drunk on champagne, Mary and I had used and abused three of the waitresses: a raven-haired beauty named Korina, a blonde Swede named Ingrid and Xiu, the Chinese girl. I vaguely recalled fucking her ass hard and her loving it.

"Mare?" I asked, fucking the strawberry-blonde girl slowly, "did I make the Asian waitress our sex slave?"

"Yeah," Mary answered, gently kissing the back of my neck. "She really got off on being hurt."

"Did we make any of the other girls slaves?" I asked, struggling to remember. After ass fucking Xiu the rest of the night was just blurry pieces. Drinking champagne out of someone's cunt, watching a five woman in a daisy chain. And a wild ride in a limo,