The Devil's Pact - S01 E242

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E242

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 242

"She's got a hot little cunt," I panted.

Mary smiled and kissed her on the lips as she writhed on Sam's lips. I kissed down her neck to her breasts and captured one of Mary's nipples as she moaned and panted. Her body went rigid beneath me and then she shuddered and came on Sam's face. Sam smiled, her face drenched with cum and cuddled up to Mary's other side as we all enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms on the cold floor of the library.

"Everything's ready, Theodora," Duncan said.

I was sitting on the couch in Kaeden's living room. Duncan and Kaeden were both members of a Pierce County Sheriff SWAT unit that got compromised by Mark Glassner when they raided his house. Mark gave them orders, turning them into his Thralls, but he never bothered to ensure one of us nuns couldn't control them. Agnes was controlling Kaeden and I controlled Duncan. On Thursday night, my Sisters and I were so excited. We each placed a SWAT officer under our control. Only three more each to go, nо problem we thought. Yet, here we were on Sunday night and only Isabella had managed to get another SWAT officer under her power.

"All the members of your unit will be there?" I asked Duncan sharply. We needed all twelve. That's what Ramiel told me. Soldiers are needed. Four and four and four. Duncan and the other three under our control had spent all day cajoling and brow beating and convincing to get the other eight members of their unit to have a get together at Kaeden's house tomorrow night.

"Yes, mam," Duncan. "They all promised to be here Tuesday night."

Tomorrow would have been better, but Tuesday night would work. Last night Ramiel taught me the Prayer of Qannow and told me where I would perform the prayer. On Wednesday, I needed to be at the Blue Spruce Motel, room 14. And wait until I heard the door slam in the next room over and perform the prayer on the woman I find in there. My Sisters and I need all twelve of the SWAT officers by Wednesday under our control, so Tuesday night be fine.

On Wednesday it would all be over. I only hope no one gets hurt besides the Warlocks. Ramiel said the SWAT were only the backup plan. My stomach was a knot of nerves, twisting inside me until felt like vomiting. Please God, let the Qannow prayer work! Please don't make me send the SWAT unit in. I don't want innocent blood on my hands! I beg of you God, if it's your will! Amen.

I sat on Mark's lap on the seat of our Gulfstream. We were both naked, my cunt sticky with his cum, as we watched Monique and Lize fuck each other. They had picked up this double-headed dildo and were kneeling on the floor, their asses pressed close together. Each end of the dildo was in their cunts and they were fucking it back into each other, moaning like two bitches.

In the back, I could hear the bodyguards moaning as they fucked and sucked on each other. All six had to abstain this weekend, and they were finally able to relieve their tensions with each other. Sam was back there, as well, busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Sadly, no fun for her. We needed to know what was written in that book.

We were supposed to land at Thun Field, South Hill in about a half- hour or so. It had been a fun weekend New York City. Mark and I visited several amazing art museums, including the Metropolitan Art Museum. Mark was so sweet, not complaining at all as I dragged him to all these amazing art exhibits.

I yawned, I was tired. While it had been a fun weekend, it also had been a long weekend. And tomorrow promised to be a long day. We were holding our second bodyguard tryouts all day on Monday. And then on Tuesday, I had my second wedding dress fitting and the bridesmaids dress fittings while Mark had to go to family court to get Desiree's marriage annulled so she and Allison could get married.

Nothing was going on Wednesday, I realized happily. A nice, peaceful day. Haven't had one of those in a while.

My hands were shaking as I picked up the Altgrave's copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. You did it, Brandon, I congratulated myself. Nothing could stop me now. Blood smeared on the cover and I blinked, seeing the blood on my aching knuckles for the first time. I walked over to the Altgrave's bathroom, careful to step over the Altgrave.

The blood ran pink down the sink as I washed my bruised knuckles and tried to control my beating heart, slow my breathing. I could feel sweat running down my face and I glanced at my face in the mirror. It wasn't sweat, I was dismayed to see, but a streak of blood staining my face.

I didn't want to hurt the old man. But he just wouldn't listen. Just like Maryanne, I never would have hurt either of them if they would have just listened. If they would have just did what I told them to without arguing. It was really Mark's fault, anyways. The old Altgrave just kept babbling about his orders. "I can't let you have the book, Mr. Fitzsimmons. The man on the phone was quite clear on that."

But that really didn't matter, now. I had the book. I opened it up, excited to see the knowledge contained within it. There was nothing but tiny, square letters written in fading, brown ink. The letters weren't even close to English. A hysterical laugh filled the room.

Who could be laughing? Surly not the Altgrave. He would never laugh again.

Then I realized it was me.

Well, Brandon, nothing easy is worth doing. The script looks like Hebrew. I just need to find some scholar I can pay to translate it. But first, I really needed to get out of Germany, and maybe get a drink. Having a drink always made me feel better after I was forced to correct Maryanne. You can drink once your on the plane heading back to America, I promised myself. Just one drink, it couldn't hurt. But I needed to get far away before anyone found the Altgrave. The authorities back in the States never understood that Maryanne made me hurt her. And I doubt the German authorities would be any more understanding that the Altgrave made me kill him.

To be continued....