The Devil's Pact - S01 E302

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E302

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 302

The Whore of Babylon

Monday, July 22nd, 3:27 AM - Babylon Residence, Seattle, WA

"Push, Karen!" Chantelle shouted as she gripped my hands.

I was confused, in pain. I had been in labor for nearly a day and I was so tired. The last few weeks had been a blur as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I didn't know where I was or, more importantly, where Master and Mistress were. I was being cared for by Lana and Chantelle, the missing sex slaves, in a strange house. Whenever I felt strong enough to ask, the women would deflect my questions, or tell me I just missed Master or Mistress. I was scared, the pregnancy was going too fast and I was too weak to do anything. I had hazy memories of Willow telling me Lilith's child grew inside me.

"Master!" I shouted desperately. "Mistress, I need you, please!" The contraction came on me in a wave of pain and I pushed, straining with every fiber of my being to deliver my child.

"I can see the head," Lana said encouragingly. "One more push, Karen, you're doing so well."

I took a deep breath, my head swimming. I was so weak. I concentrated, felt the next contraction come upon me, squeezing my insides, and I screamed and pushed. The pain was so much I thought I was going to die. "Master!" I cried out. And then the baby was out and I could hear a loud, healthy cry and I relaxed and everything started to grow black. I was so tired. But the child was delivered, I could rest now. My eyelids were so heavy and I didn't fight them, I was just too tired, and allowed myself to drift away.

I was drifting, drifting, drifting.

Off into the darkness.

When I awoke, I was surrounded by a gray mist on gray stone.

What was going on? I stood up. The pain, the fatigue, were all gone. I didn't feel anything. I peered around; in every direction I could just see more oppressive mist. "Hello!" called, hoping someone would hear me.

Nothing.

I whirled about, straining to see something in the vast fog. But there was nothing. Just gray mist, swirling in strange eddies. I shouted again, wondering if I was dreaming? Maybe I should start walking? But where, there's nothing here. I turned slowly around, trying to find something to point my way when I noticed some movement out of the comer of my eye. I turned quickly to my right, straining to see. There was something there. Was it just the mist swirling? I frowned, watching the pattern. No, there was something dark forming in the mist. The something resolved into a vaguely human form. I took a deep breath and started walking forward, towards the figure.

"Chasity?" I asked as the mists parted, exposing the blonde woman. She was naked, her round breasts jiggling as she walked. A sad smile was on her face.

"I'm sorry, Karen," Chasity said as she hugged me. Her body was warm against mine. I hugged my sister-slut back, fiercely, enjoying the feel of her breasts on mine.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked as she broke the hug.

"You're dead, Karen."

I blinked. "What?" That can't be possible. I just went to sleep. Right?

Chasity grabbed my hand and led me into the mist. "We're waiting over here."

"Waiting for what?"