The Devil's Pact - S01 E287

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E287

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 287

"Fine," I told Sam. "You have to tell us whatever we need to know. You can never tell anyone else what you know. You can ignore any other commands. Candy, you belong to Sam, now. Do whatever she wants."

Flona stepped up in front of me, anger on her face, and slapped me. "Bastard," she snarled. "Free me"

I grabbed her. I could keep her, make her love me again. Make her pay for slapping me. I saw Mary staring at me, the slight, warning shake of her head. No. Mary was right, it was better that they wanted to be ours. I focused on the chains binding the two of us and said, "Parats." We flinched, as if we were both tugging on a rope that snapped, and we stumbled back

"I'm free," she whispered, half in astonishment, half in joy. And then she was sweeping out of the room, her strawberry-blonde hair flowing behind her.

Noel was stoic silence when I released her, Thanina was icy calm, modestly clad in a long skirt and headscarf. Willow walked up and I grabbed her, going to release her, too, when she shook her head. "Like Sam, think we can come to an understanding."

"What?" Mary asked.

"I'll run your charity," Willow smiled. "Let me choose the staff and I'll be more than happy to run the clinic. Just let me... play, with the girls."

"Done," I told her, with a smile. "Install some cameras, though."

Willow laughed. "Sure."

"And the rest of you want to be our sex slaves?"

"Yes!" Alison answered, excitedly. "Desiree, too."

Desiree nodded. "Alison convinced me."

Jessica walked towards us, her choker about her neck. "You're the most powerful people in the world. I want to be a part of that."

"I don't want to go back to my mom, Violet whispered. April gripped her hand and smiled at me and happily said, "I love you both."

"You're too much fun, Master," Lillian said with a sultry laugh. "And Mistress is just to die for."

Korina walked over and stood next to Jessica, her hand rubbing her belly. "I love you, Master. I'm having your baby. And I love you, too, Mistress.

"Then you're our sex slaves, I ordered. "You'll do whatever Mary or I tell you, no matter how depraved or filthy the command is."

The seven sluts knelt before us, smiling up at us. "We are yours," they said in unison, love shining in their eyes. "Forever."

And, as the sluts enveloped Mary and me in a press of delightful female flesh, I thought I heard a chiming voice whisper, "Progress."

"What can I do for you," Professor Scrivener asked as I knocked at his door.

I was at the Department of Hebrew and Semitic Studies, University of Wisconsin-Madison, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor clutched in my hands. After taking the book from the Altgrave, I did my research and Professor Scrivener was a leading expert in the translation of ancient Semitic writings. He was a man in his fifties, black hair going gray, with deep, green eyes peering at me from behind horned-rim glasses. His office was small, cluttered with books and papers and I squeezed past the door and stepped carefully to his desk.

"Brandon Fitzsimmons," said as he shook my hand. He had a strong grip, I was surprised to discover, crushing my hand as he smiled politely at me.

"What can I do for you, Brandon?" he asked impatiently.

I handed him the book. He took it, glancing at the cover and opened it up. "Hmm, Aramaic."

"I'll pay you $300,000 dollars to translate the book," I told him. "$100,000 up front and the other $200,000 on completion."

His eyes bugged out in surprise. "Is this a joke?"

I pulled out the cashiers check made out for $100,000 dollars. It was the bulk of my money. I was hoping greed would blind the man from asking too many questions and his hands shook as he looked at the check. But, if the book contained what I hoped it would, $100,000 would be a pittance. And once he finished translating the book, well, I could find a different way to reward him. "Show this to no-one. I need complete discretion on your part. And I need it as soon as possible. I will call once a week to check on your progress. And no questions, okay?"

He licked his lips, nervous, then glanced down at the check. I could see the questions whirling in his mind, the doubts and whispers of caution. But there was that glint of avarice in his eyes as he kept glancing at the check. He wiped his sweaty palm on the leg of his brown slacks. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He glanced up at me, staring at me intently, his green eyes peering into my brown eyes. His hand shook as he folded up the check and slipped it into his pocket.

"Okay. We have a deal, Brandon."

To be continued...