The Devil's Pact - S01 E336

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E336

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 336

One of the military generals walked up and handed Brandon a long knife. The knife's blade glinted orange and yellow in the firelight as it flashed through the air. I jumped in shock as Brandon drove the knife into Mayor Bray's chest. The Mayor stared dumbfounded at the blade in his chest, the blood blossoming red through his shirt. Then General Brooks shoved the Mayor and he fell into the fire. Yoon screamed and collapsed to her knees, crying as her husband was engulfed in the flames.

"Molech, I give you this offering of noble blood," Brandon intoned at the fire. "Cloak yourself in coals and flames and appear before your humble supplicant!"

The fire popped and crackled and then the flames exploded upward, white hot and screaming. I clapped my hands over my ears, trying to block out the terrible noise, the sound of thousands and tens of thousands of voices crying out in eternal agony. The sound of Damnation itself.

There was something moving in the flames. I flinched and stumbled back as a hulking figure stepped out. His skin was black as soot and covered in angry, red fissures that glowed with the being's inner flames. His eyes were coals that burned with hatred, and the air danced and shimmered about him and smoke poured out of his nostrils and mouth. The fire abruptly died down and the terrible screaming stopped. The figure surveyed the crowed and everyone retreated before his terrible gaze.

Everyone, except Brandon.

The air reeked of rotting eggs and ash, and when the demon spoke, his voice was the roar of a furnace. "What do you wish of me, Mortal?"

"Free Desiree from Mark's control," Brandon demanded.

I shuddered in fear as Molech's burning eyes fixed on me, peering into me, into my soul, leaving me feeling used. Solled worse even than Brandon's rapes. "Impossible. She is bound too tightly to him. What else, Mortal."

Disappointment flickered on Brandon's face. "Immortality, youth, and sexual stamina."

I require nine hundred sacrifices," Molech answered grimly. "All women. If you fail to provide them to me, I shall take you as my sacrifice."

"Done" Brandon answered. The denon reached out and grabbed Brandon's arm. When he released it, an angry-red brand circled his limb. Grimacing in pain, Brandon pointed at the sobbing Mayor's wife. "Your first payment."

Molech smiled and I could feel the lust radiating off of him. Rising from his groin was a black, smoking cock. He reached down and grabbed Yoon; her flesh shriveled where he touched her. She screamed in agony as he dragged her off into the prison. I fell to my knees, heaving violently. What sort of monster did I marry? Yoon's screams echoed from the prison.

"Desiree," Brandon said pleasantly when finished vomiting. "If you don't start acting like a good, submissive wife, I will give you to Molech and you can enjoy his embrace."

I shuddered in fear, looking up at Brandon.

He was younger now, I realized, in his twenties. His clothes hung loosely on him, his balding hair had regrown and his now too-large pants slipped off his waist, revealing a muscular, flat stomach. His cock was hardening, Yoon still screaming in the background.

"When Molech is finished with Yoon, he will want his next woman," Brandon threatened. "Your choice, Desiree."

Yoon's screams sent ice pumping through my veins. My will snapped before the fear of Molech. Feeling like the most disgusting, lowest creature in the world I knelt in submission before my rapist. I grabbed his cock, opened my mouth, and sucked it inside. I tried to look happy on the outside. I had to please him. I didn't want to be given to Molech.

"Good," Brandon purred, stroking my hair. "I'm so happy that you've finally realized your place, my love."

Inside I cried. I was a filthy worm now, forever crawling in his muck.

Leah Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum-Tacoma, WA

I was alone after Mark told us to run and I hid beneath a rusty pickup truck. I was too frightened to move. Not even hunger, thirst, or my increasingly full bladder was strong enough to overcome my terror. It was after dark when they finally captured me. The soldiers ripped my bloody clothes off, laughing as they groped my breasts and ass. Then I was thrown into the back of an army truck with Brandon's arm. When he released it, an angry-red brand circled his limb. Grimacing in pain, Brandon pointed at the sobbing Mayor's wife. "Your first payment."

Molech smiled and I could feel the lust radiating off of him. Rising from his groin was a black, smoking cock. He reached down and grabbed Yoon; her flesh shriveled where he touched her. She screamed in agony as he dragged her off into the prison. I fell to my knees, heaving violently. What sort of monster did I marry? Yoon's screams echoed from the prison.

"Desiree," Brandon said pleasantly when finished vomiting. "If you don't start acting like a good, submissive wife, I will give you to Molech and you can enjoy his embrace."

I shuddered in fear, looking up at Brandon.

He was younger now, I realized, in his twenties. His clothes hung loosely on him, his balding hair had regrown and his now too-large pants slipped off his waist, revealing a muscular, flat stomach. His cock was hardening, Yoon still screaming in the background.

"When Molech is finished with Yoon, he will want his next woman," Brandon threatened. "Your choice, Desiree."

Yoon's screams sent ice pumping through my veins. My will snapped before the fear of Molech. Feeling like the most disgusting, lowest creature in the world I knelt in submission before my rapist. I grabbed his cock, opened my mouth, and sucked it inside. I tried to look happy on the outside. I had to please him. I didn't want to be given to Molech.

"Good," Brandon purred, stroking my hair. "I'm so happy that you've finally realized your place, my love."

Inside I cried. I was a filthy worm now, forever crawling in his muck.