The Devil's Pact - S01 E321

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E321

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 321

A hush fell over the crowd, and I glanced out the glass doors of the courthouse to see the Mayor waiting. Oh shit! I was supposed to be out there. Well, everyone would have to wait; Mrs. Bray's cunt felt too great to stop now. The Mayor frowned, then walked back inside.

"Oh honey," Mrs. Bray panted. "Oh wow, this is amazing! My God is fucking me!"

"I see my wife is being very friendly," the Mayor grinned. "She's been so excited to meet you."

"I can tell," I panted as Mrs Yoon's cunt convulsed about my cock as she came. "You've got a great wife."

"I know," he said, smiling fondly at his wife. "Okay, I'll go stall."

"Yeah," I panted. Mrs. Bray's orgasm was still going, milking my cock as I pumped her hard. She kept gasping and panting as her orgasms rolled together, massaging my cock, until I couldn't take the pleasure of her cunt any longer, and I spilled my seed inside her. "You have a great pussy, Mrs. Bray."

"Thank you, my Lord," she panted, adjusting her gray skirt.

"Make sure you thank your husband for sharing you," I said. "I bet he would love to fuck your ass."

A blush spread on her olive cheeks. "I bet he would, my Lord."

The crowd cheered even louder when stepped out. The bodyguards swept out, forming a half-circle. 51 hung back, standing a few paces behind me and to my left. Half of the guard carried their AR-15's slung on shoulder slings, their hands resting dangerously on the sleek, black weapons as they scanned the crowd.

"Thank you for coming out today," I shouted. "Sorry for the delay, I had a worshiper to bless." grinned and a laugh rippled through the crowd. "The number one thing you can do as human beings is to love and respect your fellow humans." I paused a beat. "Love and respect. It sounds simple, but for thousands of years it has seemed impossible to achieve. Human history is ripe with wars, murders, rapes, and atrocities. But today is the first step to rectifying that. We do not need all these guns out on the streets. We do not need them for protection, anymore. That's why we have cops and soldiers. This isn't the Wild West, this is the twenty-first century!"

The crowd roared, buffeting me with sound and I stood firm like the cliff before the pounding sea. On either side of the square, lines were queuing and people were turning their guns over to the Tacoma Police. Men and women; Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and Native Americans. For the last week I had been on every local news program, commanding everyone to turn in their guns. Anyone who caught the interviews live would have no choice but to turn in their weapons. Clean-cut businessmen, frumpy soccer moms, grizzled outdoorsmen, and thuggish gangbangers all stood together.

"Today, we take that first step towards utopia!" I shouted.

The crowd's roar was deafening and took in their support. They kept roaring; I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intoxicating power of the moment. Finally, the cheers died down and I opened my mouth to continue my speech when I heard a low, whoping sound echo through the square. I glanced at 51 and she frowned.

The noise built and built. There was a rhythm to the whoping, a reliable beat. I started scanning the skies, it sounded almost like a helicopter. Maybe a news copter? Or perhaps a police copter? The crowd was growing restless, many looking up, trying to spot the source of the noise

The helicopter was black, long, and sleek as it burst over the courthouse, flying low. A strong wind slammed down on me from the rotor wash and the crowd cried out as the helicopter banked overhead. There was something sticking out of the sides, long, barrel-shaped objects. Guns, I realized. I recognized the shape of the helicopter from that movie, Black Hawk Down. What was a military helicopter doing here?

A second Black Hawk roared over the crowd, banking to kill its speed, and the pair started hovering at either end of the block by the police barricades. I could only watch dumbfounded as ropes dropped down from the copters and soldiers began sliding down the ropes, M-16's slung on their backs. When they hit the ground they moved quickly, taking cover, and aiming at the police barricades.

I concentrated and saw black auras around the soldiers and my stomach sank.

Thralls!

military helicopter doing here?

A second Black Hawk roared over the crowd, bariking to kill its speed, and the pair started hovering at either end of the block by the police barricades. I could only watch dumbfounded as ropes dropped down from the copters and soldiers began sliding down the ropes, M-16's slung on their backs. When they hit the ground they moved quickly, taking cover, and aiming at the police barricades.

I concentrated and saw black auras around the soldiers and my stomach sank.

Thralls!

Every last soldier dominated by a Warlock. My heart hammered in my chest and I shouted into the microphones, speakers amplifying my voice around the stage, "Soldiers from the helicopters, throw down your weapons!"

The soldiers ignored me. Their weapons loudly barked as they fired at the police blockades.

To be continued...