The Devil's Pact - S01 E337

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E337

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 337

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 other naked, frightened women.

"What's going on?" asked.

"They say we're being taken to the God," a woman whispered in a hushed voice, an awed voice. "If we're lucky, he'll choose us for his harem."

What happened if we weren't lucky? I swallowed the question, not sure I wanted to know the answer. "I can't be in his harem. I'm married!" Jacob and Rachel must be worried sick about me. I desperately wanted to see my wife and husband again.

"They shot my husband," another woman sobbed. "He tried to stop them from taking me and..."

I hugged the crying woman. "Shh, everything will be alright," I said. What else was I supposed to say? "I'm Leah."

"Beatrice," the woman sobbed.

I held her as the truck drove slowly through the city. A few more women and teenage girls were loaded into the back, all naked and shivering in fear. They were all pretty. Soon, we were pulling up at the Courthouse and the soldiers herded us out.

"Nice ass," one said, giving mine a squeeze. I shuddered as his dirty fingers pawed me. "If you're not chosen for the Harem, I'm gonna requisition you for myself."

I shuddered in disgust. Other soldiers were molesting the women as they lined us up. I held Beatrice's hand as we were marched into the jail. We had to navigate the corridors and pass through a half- dozen locked gates before we reached the exercise yard. It was full of nude women. There was a young man, naked, getting his cock sucked by a Latina wornan and eying us as we were marched before him.

You can stop, Desiree," the man ordered.

I was surprised to see Desiree, her cheeks stained with tears, releasing his cock. She looked down at the ground the whole time, her eyes dead, as the man began to examine us carefully, grinning like a hungry wolf. Desiree looked so defeated. I had never seen the vivacious woman look so meek and scared. What had they done to her? I swallowed in fear, glancing at the man. He must be the one who attacked us.

"I am your God, Brandon," he declared. "Worship me."

All the women, Beatrice included, changed. He's like Mark and Mary, I realized. A God. was unaffected because Mark had gifted me with protection. The women were falling to their knees, crying out in awe at Brandon. I fell to my knees, and tried to sound like them. I couldn't let Brandon know I wasn't under his control.

He tapped three women on the shoulder. "You are my concubines. You love me and will do anything to make me happy. The rest of you, go wait in the exercise yard," he said dismissively.

Neither Beatrice or I were chosen, and we were herded into the yard with the other women. They all looked fearful, glancing at a bonfire that slowly died down. Brandon gathered his concubines and Desiree, and left. I saw 51 and 27, two of the bodyguards, and moved towards them.

There was a blood-curdling scream from inside the prison. "What was that?" I asked one of the bodyguards.

51 just shook her head, a look of numb horror on her face. Dried blood streaked from a gash along her forehead.

"El Diablo," 27 hissed in terror, her Latina face contorted in fear. She was a former LAPD officer, I vaguely recalled. One of the women who volunteered to join the bodyguard. "He comes Chooses."

"Chooses what?" Beatrice asked.

27 motioned at all of the women trapped in the exercise yard.

It wasn't long before el Diablo came. I screamed in terror when I saw him. He was a hulking figure, skin black and cracked with glowing red, like cooling lava. The air stank of sulfur. All the women in the courtyard screamed in panic and shrank away from his gaze. I pressed back, fighting to get as far away from the monstrosity as I could.

"Save me!" I prayed loudly to my Living Gods, Mark and Mary. "Please, please come save your faithful servant! Deliver me from this abomination!"

A new scream, full of pain, rang out. The monster had found his sacrifice. His black fist was around the slim arm of a young, blonde girl. The demon mercilessly dragged her off, back into the prison. Relief flooded me. But it didn't last long. After a half-hour, the demon, Molech, retumed. Every thirty minutes, a new woman was selected and we all endured her screams, trembling in terror. By midnight I was numb. I didn't care about anything. So long as I wasn't chosen.

When the soldier grabbed me and led me off, I was relieved. It didn't matter to me that he was going to rape me. I was getting out of the exercise yard; I was getting away from Molech. Three soldiers used me for an hour. I tried to be the best whore for them I could, putting all my years of partying to good use. I forced down the guilt of betraying Jacob and Rachel as I begged the men to fuck me harder and pretended to coo in pleasure as their cocks raped my holes.

I just couldn't go back to the exercise yard. To Molech. I realized I would do anything to stay away.

When the soldiers were done with me, however, they dragged me kicking and screaming back to the yard, pushing me into the crowd. Sunday's dawn was pinking the horizon. Maybe Molech was afraid of the sun. Maybe he wouldn't come. That delusion quickly fled my mind, driven off by mind-numbing terror, as he stalked like an earthquake out of the prison. When he dragged off his newest victim, all felt was relief. I wasn't chosen.

Yet.

Lana Paquet-Holub-Seattle, WA

"Lana, bring me the twins," Lilith commanded.

"Yes, my Goddess," I answered, standing up.

For hours, Lilith has been brooding in her chambers, ever since Brandon's dramatic attack on Mark and his occupation of Tacoma. Brandon had, in a single day, brought the entire United States to its knees. Only a few hours ago, the President himself had knelt and paid homage to Brandon, surrendering the Country to him.

All of our careful maneuverings in Seattle would be for naught with this new, and unanticipated, player. We had the Mayor under the control of Lilith's daughter Lamia. And Ziki, another daughter, had assumed the form of Nate Kirkpatrick and slowly hired Lilith's followers to key positions within the city's government. We were so close to taking over the city and establishing Lilith's rule.

So close.

And then this damned Brandon Fitzsimmons had to go and ruin it all!