The Devil's Pact - S01 E280

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E280

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 280

"Yes."

"I don't have to go back to my mom?"

"No," I said firmly.

And she relaxed, a tremulous smile on her lips. "Good." She reached out and grabbed my hand. "Are you staying, April?" she asked me.

"Of course," I told her. Master loved me. And Mistress, too.

Fiona Cavanagh

Shame burned through my body as I cried on the curb outside of the house. I was wearing the disgusting clothes Mark made me wear and the memory of all the times I was forced to...pleasure him and Mary curdled my stomach. I ripped the choker off my neck and heaved it off into the bushes and sobbed into my hands.

Someone sat down next to me. Through my tear-filled eyes I saw Thamina, dressed as modestly as she could, which was not that much, her colorful headscarf wrapped about her head. No choker encircled her throat. She wasn't an idiot like Lillian who seemed to find it just fine that Mark essentially raped all of us.

"I know," Thamina whispered comfortingly. "Come with me."

"Where?" asked. I had nowhere to go. No car, no phone, no money. I left everything behind when Mark took me. I left Hank behind. Another sob threatened to overwhelm me as I thought of my boyfriend. He must be sick with worry. I vaguely remembered Jessica saying he filed a missing-person report on me.

"My place," Thamina said, holding her keys. Mark gave Thamina a SUV for winning the masturbation contest. Another shudder of disgust went through me. I had masturbated in public for Mark. A crowd of people watched us, made bets on us. Filmed us with their phones. I felt so dirty; I needed to scrub the filth off my skin.

Thamina's white Ford Escape had somehow escaped the firefight untouched. The garage door was open and I could see Mark's Mustang leaking antifreeze from a round that went through the front grill. Good. The bastard deserves that, and more, to happen to him. I climbed into the passenger seat and Thamina started up the SUV and we drove down the street.

Out front there was a media circus being managed by the Puyallup Police under Mark's control. There was a young, teenage girl with black hair in a plaited braid and a smiling face. She wore a red sundress decorated with white flowers and was taking a picture of herself in front of the sign of the neighborhood.

We drove in silence to Thamina's apartment near Canyon Road. Deer Creek Apartments was the name, one of those gated- communities. Thamina almost forgot her code when we pulled up to the security box and it took three tries before she punched it in right. "I don't know where my remote for the gate is," Thamina explained, clearly embarrassed about forgetting the code.

"It's alright, Thamina," I told her, patting her knee.

She pulled into her parking spot, and led me up to the third floor apartment. She unlocked the door and went in. "It's been more than two weeks since I've been home."

"Me, too," I replied, bitterly. I saw her phone and asked if I could use it. Thamina gave me a nod as she disappeared into her bedroom.

"Hi," a woman's voice answered when I called the apartment I shared with Hank, my boyfriend.

"Oh, hello," I said in surprise. Who was this woman in my apartment? Did I call the right number? "Is Hank there?"

"Who wants to know," the woman asked coldly. There was a possessive tone to her voice that caused my stomach to sink.

Hank had already replaced me. I slammed the phone down and fell to the floor. We had been dating for two years and he replaces me in two weeks? My body rocked with sobs. God damn Mark fucking Glassner. Why me! Why did you have to choose me and ruin my life! I was happy. Things were going great with Hank!

"It will be alright," Thamina murmured, hugging me.

She was dressed in a long, dark skirt and very conservative blouse. A blue and red headscarf was wrapped around her head, leaving only her round, dusky face with those sexy, dark eyes. I licked my lips, a heat flushing through my body. Her lips were red and moist and I felt drawn to them. I could feel her body stiffen as kissed those lips, then she was pushing away from me.

"What are you doing, Flona?" she asked.

What was I doing? "I don't know," told her. "Christ, the last two weeks have screwed my head all up. I just couldn't resist kissing you. I...I'm sorry. I'll leave."

I went to stand up and she caught my hand and pulled me back and kissed me and it was my turn to stiffen in surprise. "You are not the only one that has changed," Thamina said, disgust painting her face. "I know it is wrong, a sin, for women to be together. But..."

"You just can't control yourself?" asked.

"Yes," she sighed in resignation and pulled me in for a second kiss.

Her lips were soft and tender. I stroked her face and brushed her headscarf. I pulled it off, her black hair falling free and beautiful about her head. Our kiss became more passionate, my tongue pressing against her lips, and they parted to let me in. I felt her gentle hand stroking my shoulder, then slide down the slope of my breast. I felt the low-cut blouse I was wearing get pushed down and my hard nipple exposed. Her finger gently traced my areola, sending a tingling pleasure throughout my body.

"Oh, Thamina," I sighed as she bent down and captured my nipple with her sucking lips. I cradled her head to my breast, running my fingers through her silky hair. "Oh, that's nice."

Thamina licked her way back up my chest and throat and we were kissing again. My fingers fumbled at the buttons to her blouse as we kissed. Finally, I pushed open her blouse and felt a bra about her breasts. I slid my hands around to her back and found the clasp. It was harder to unclasp another person's bra then my own, I realized. I finally got the clasp unhooked and broke the kiss to look down at her dusky breasts and her dark nipples.

"Fiona," Thamina murmured as sucked her nipple into my mouth. "This is so wrong."

"Then stop," I told her. I was too horny to care about right and wrong.

"I can't," she sighed, and we were kissing again, her body pressing against mine. The straps of my blouse slipped off my shoulders, exposing both my breasts, and I could feel Thamina's hard nipples kissing my own nipples.

I pushed Thamina back, lowering her to the floor and settling on top of her. Her hands pulled the thong I was wearing off and pushed up my skirt. I pulled up her long skirt until it bunched about her waist. She was wearing plain, boring panties and I pulled those off of her, exposing a V of black hair that pointed right at her waxed, wet cunt. grimaced, my pussy was waxed bare because of Mark's perversions, too.