The Devil's Pact - S01 E286

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E286

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the shoulder of Shaw Road and spilling into the road. "I worship you," and "Mark Glassner is God," and many other signs were on display.

"What the fuck is that about?" I asked Mary, but she looked as confused as I was.

"Sir," 51 answered. "Your miraculous healing is all over the internet. Some people think you're a God."

"Stop the car," I ordered and I stepped out of the car, prepared to set these people straight.

The crowd, mostly women, fell to their knees and bowed. Their faces shown with rapture and love. "My God!" they shouted. "Bless me!" and "I am yours!" and other shouts rose up. I recognized a few, women that I had fucked over the past few weeks. "Take me!" a woman shouted and bared her breasts at me and I felt my cock hardening.

Their love, their devotion, their worship was so intoxicating. I raised my hands up and they hushed in excited anticipation of what I would say. They were obeying me without me even giving them a command. This was power. I was power. I could do things that no normal person ever could. I was better than them. I could guide them, shape them. Make them better than what had been before. How could I refuse these people.

"What is your commandment, my Lord!" a man shouted.

"Love each other."

I did not know why that phrase appeared on my lips, but it felt right. A groan went through the crowd and two teenage girls rose up. I smiled, recognizing the Cunningham twins. "It's as we told you," the twin with the shorter hair cried. "Mark taught our family to love each other unconditionally"

Rose grabbed Daisy and the twin girls kissed passionately before the entire crowd. A groan went through the crowd and more people were kissing each other, following the twin girls' examples. Men kissed women and women kissed women. Mothers kissed daughters and sons kissed mothers. Brothers kissed sisters and daughters kissed fathers.

Mary stepped out of the car and another wave of shouts rose from the crowd, "My Goddess!" and, "The most Beautiful of Women!" shouted from the crowd. I saw the uncertainty melt away from Mary's face as the crowd chanted her name. A Black woman knelt before her, begging to pleasure her.

Clothing was coming off as the worshipers' passions increased. Several with instruments begin playing a low, primal beat. Deep drums accompanied by steel-string guitars. Everywhere you looked, people were loving each other, worshiping us with their bodies. Some bowed before us, baring breasts and begging for our blessing.

A mother and her teenage daughter took turns sucking my cock, their tongues running up and down the sides. They both looked so much alike, the same tawny hair, the same delicate cheeks, but the mother had fuller lips and bigger tits, while the daughter had the smooth, fresh skin of youth and tits that seemed to defy gravity.

They kissed each other around the head of my cock, their tongues caressing each other's as they explored the sensitive flesh of my cock. I gripped both their hairs and moaned as they started taking tums sucking my cock into their mouths. Mary was leaning back against 51's cop car as the Black woman was devouring her pussy.

I watched her lips as she moaned, her voice drowned out by the worshipers. Her body convulsed as she orgasmed and the Black woman looked so happy when her face came away sticky. Immediately, another worshiper, a Black teenager, grabbed the woman and they kissed and the teen mounted her and started fucking her with his cock. Was it her son? Or was it a complete stranger fucking her?

The mother had her lips about my cock as her daughter sucked my balls into her sweet mouth. I groaned, my balls tightening, and I flooded the mother's mouth with my cum. She pulled her head away and let my cum splash onto her large breasts and neck. A look of ecstasy painted her face as my spunk ran thickly down her heaving bosom. Her daughter released my balls and scooped up a glob of semen off her mother's breast and sucked it reverently into her mouth. Other worshipers crowded around, gathering scoops of my cum to eat.

"This is wrong," Mary whispered after we climbed back into 51's car, leaving behind the orgy.

"Why?" I asked. "We didn't make them do anything."

Mary bit her lip. "They think we're..."

"Gods?" I asked her, a smile on my lips. "Why not? We have these powers. Didn't it feel amazing as they all chanted your name?"

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "It was..."

"Intoxicating?" I finished.

"Yes," Mary sighed. "We need to be careful, Mark."

I reached out and stroked her freckled cheek. "Of course we will, Mare."

I saw the evidence of the firefight all over the neighborhood as 51 pulled up in front of the house. There were boarded-up windows and cars riddled with bullet holes. Red stains dotted the asphalt. Mary clung to my arm as we walked up to the house. We may have been about to lose all our sex slaves, but I was still riding high on the euphoria of the worshipers. There were plenty of women out there, our worshipers, who would be thrilled to be our sluts.

They were all waiting in the dining room. Some wore their chokers and others did not. Well, it seemed that some of them would be staying. Alison and Desiree were holding each other, their chokers tight about their throats. Violet and April both wore their chokers, too, and behind them Lillian lounged fingering her choker. I was happy to see that Korina was wearing her choker, too. She was carrying my child.

"Sam, is there a way to break the bond?" I asked her, then blinked in surprise. There was a woman sitting on Sam's lap, her hair dyed half-pink and half-blue. They were both dressed in party dresses, Sam in a blue sequined dress and the girl in a gauzy, pink dress.

"Yes." A yawn spread across her round face. She rubbed her dark, almond eyes. "It's quite simple. Just touch the person, concentrate on the chain binding the two of you and say Parats. That's the Hebrew word for 'to break.' In fact all the spells are just Hebrew words. It's quite fascinating."

"So, I take it you want to be freed?" I asked her before she went off on one of her long-winded explanations.

"Well, you need me," Sam said. "But, I don't want to be one of your...sluts. I'll advise you on magic. Let me be your Vizier. The only payment want is Candy, here."

I glanced at Candy. "You want to be hers?"

"She can do magic," Candy giggled.