The Devil's Pact - S01 E196

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E196

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 196

"Yes, I was hoping to take a look at the Magicks of the Witch of Endor," I said.

"What's your name, sir."

"Brandon Fitzsimmons," answered.

"What's your field of study."

"Uhhh," I floundered, not sure what to say. "Ehh, just an amateur."

"I'm sorry, sir, only someone in an accredited graduate program or who has a Ph.D. in a related field can see our manuscripts. They are far to valuable and fragile to let just anyone look at them."

"Do you have a transcript available then?"

"Uhh, let me see." I could hear typing on a keyboard. "No, not on that book, yet, I'm afraid," the young woman replied. "Our grant ran out before we finished transcribing all of our manuscripts. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No," I said, sighing, hanging up the phone. I guess I needed to go Europe. I'd try the nun's first. That was the same order Sister Louise belonged to. Surely they would help me fight Mark and rescue Sister Louise. In his P.I.'s surveillance photos, he could see Sister Louise amongst the harem Mark had gathered in his house going by the name Karen, according to Doug's transcripts.

"We should leave after my dad's funeral," said. A tightness gripped my chest. My emotions were all mixed up with my dad. I hated him for how abusive he was to me and mom. But part me, the little boy inside, missed his dad. I didn't blame my mom for shooting him, hell I might have done the same thing myself.

"When is the funeral?" Mary asked, wrapping her arms around me, supportive and gentle.

"Friday at noon," told her. "At the Dwyer Funeral Home. They're cremating him."

"So, I guess we'll need plane tickets," Mary muttered. "I'll get on Travelocity and get us some plane tickets."

I laughed. "Why don't we get our own plane."

"Ohh, with sexy stewardess?" Mary smiled, those cute dimples appearing on her face and I just had to kiss her. "Mark, I think we need to protect our families," she said, her face growing serious. "I can control your mother, you can control my father..."

"Yeah, I sighed, catching Mary's drift. "We'll also need more bodyguards.

"I guess we'll have to hold more tryouts," Mary archly said. "C'mon, let's get dressed. Your mom may want her bedroom back."

"For what?" I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes, she always did it when she thought my question was stupid. "For her and Betty."

"Oh, right" Betty was my mori's lover. That had been a shock. My straitlaced, Christian mother had been having cheating on my father for years, and with a woman, no less.

"I'm going to play matchmaker," Mary happily said. "Your mom and Betty looked so cute together."

"And what did you do with my sister?" I asked, suddenly remembering Antsy. It was weird, an hour ago she seemed like the most important person in the world, and now she was back to being my annoying little sister. Last saw Antsy, she had been off to answer the door. That's when my mom had lured me into the bedroom so Mary and her slaves could overpower me and break the spell.

"Oh, she's up the street with the bodyguards," Mary answered as she pulled her skirt up her waist. "I'll give them a call."

Dressed, Mary and I found my mom talking with Mary's new sex slaves. I knew three of the slaves. Joy was a Vietnamese stylist that gave Mary her wax. April and Felicity were high school students that Mary and I deflowered last week. The fourth had black hair with red streaks and was dressed as a nurse with blue scrub pants and a white, flowery scrub top. Apparently, her name was Via.

"Sluts," Mary said in a firm, commanding tone. "This is Mark. He's your Master. You'll obey him as happily as you obey me."

All four voiced their agreement, smiling happily.

"Where do you keep finding these women?" my mom asked. "They are absolutely delightful.

"Would you like one?" Mary boldly asked.

My mom flushed. "After I spent the night at your house, with Jessica, it's all I could think about."

"Well, choose one," Mary said, "and she's yours."

"...." my mom swallowed. "I couldn't. It wouldn't be right"

"Sure it would," Mary cooed. "They'll happily be your slave."

My mom looked them over and then motioned to Joy. "Can I have this one?" my mom asked, "I know its so wrong but...it's so exciting, too."

"Joy, this is Sandy, from now on she's your primary Mistress."

"I am so happy to be yours," Joy gushed in her heavy accent Vietnamese, and sat on my mom's lap and I felt my cock stir as they started making out. Even at 43, my mom was still a beautiful woman. She exercised daily to keep her body as thin and fit as a twenty year-old.

"Damn, that's hot," Mary said and sat down next to my mom, spreading her legs. My cum had run sticky down her thighs. "April, come clean me up."

"Yes, Mistress," nerdy April excitedly squeaked and knelt before Mary, her tongue running wetly up Mary's thigh, licking goblets of cum up.

The door banged open and Antsy walked in. She looked at me and flushed. "Hey," she said, awkwardly. We both remembered are passionate, spell induced affair. For the last two days, we had been fucking almost none stop. I barely found time to make arrangements for my dad's funeral between fuckings.

"Uh, hi," said. "Listen, we were under a spell, okay."

"Sure," she muttered.

"Did you have sex with any women, in Miami?" Mary asked, patting the couch next to her.

Antsy sat down, licking her lips. "Yeah, this chick, Theodora. We had a threesome with a guy we picked up in a bar and she went down on me, I think. I was pretty wasted"

"Theodora, huh," I said. So that was the nuris name. I would have to remember to ask Karen about her.