The devil's Pact - S01 E347

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The devil's Pact - S01 E347

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 347

At the other end of the yard, Brandon sat on a raised chair, like a throne, surrounded by a group of naked women that fawned over him. I knew from watching the news that Desiree was one of them. I looked for her, and saw her kneeling on Brandon's right. She seemed a willing servant of his and wasn't sure how that was possible. Did Brandon find a way to break the Zimmah bond? Or did he just break her?

Then my eyes fell on Mark. I almost didn't recognize him. His entire body was a bruise, mottled from head to foot with dark purples, that faded to browns and sickly yellows. His face was swollen and he bled from numerous cuts on his brow. One of his blue eyes found mine, the other swollen shut. He was manacled hand and foot to a post and lay sprawled on the concrete ground. My heart broke and I had to fight off my tears. Now was not the time, I needed to be strong.

The soldiers pushed their way through the women huddled in the center, leading me to Brandon. He had grown younger and fitter since he had captured Mark. How had he done that? Did he make a second Pact with the Devil? Brandon called it a miracle when he allowed himself to be interviewed last night, more proof of his Divinity. But that wasn't possible. No, I bet he made a Pact with another demon.

"Ahh, Mary Glassner, you have finally succumbed to my charms, right?" Brandon smiled.

"How could I not?" I asked, trying to sound as enchanted with him as possible. He needed to believe I was under his power. "You are a God, and I am helpless before your masculinity. I love you! Let me be your concubine!"

I could feel his gaze roam my naked body as I knelt before him; 1 felt dirty as I let the pig's eyes feast on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mark, and I drew strength from him. I could endure this humiliation, I could endure anything, to save him.

I love you, be strong!" I fiercely sent to my husband and I saw him stir.

Brandon stood up, unbuckling his pants. His cock was hard, the tip an angry red. "Show me just how much you love me!"

I can endure anything for Mark! crawled to him, trying not to wince as my knees scraped on the concrete. Mark had experienced far more pain in the last three days; I could endure a scraped knee. I reached the pig, his cock waving in front of me. His dick was almost as long as Mark's, but lacked my husband's girth. I grasped it with one hand, slowly stroking it, suppressing a disgusted shudder.

"I would love to feel your cock inside my naughty pussy," I purred.

Brandon laughed, "Your wife is quite the slut, eh Mark! It's not surprising, she's finally seen a real cock. Why don't you suck me off first, whorel

"Gladly," I lied, then opened my mouth and sucked his cock into my lips. I would give him the best blowjob I could. The faster he came, the faster I could exorcise him.

He pulled it out of my mouth. "Whose cock is bigger?"

"Yours, my Lord!" I cooed. "I can't wait to feel it in my naughty cunt!"

He shoved it roughly back into my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around his cock, before sliding my lips all the way down his shaft. I relaxed my esophagus and deep-throated him, my hands gently cupping his balls. It took all my self-control not to bite down on his cock and crush his nuts between my fingers. I slid my mouth back up, sucking hard, then bobbed a few times, rubbing his cock against the inside of my cheeks.

"Ahh, fuck, she's a pro at sucking cock!" Brandon moaned. "I hope you're watching your beautiful wife be my whore, Mark!"

I could hear Mark's chains rattling, straining. He'll pay for every word once he's exorcised! I sent to Mark. "Be strong!*

I bobbed faster and faster, hoping Brandon would come soon sol could get his disgusting cock out of my mouth. Then he gripped my head hard, and started fucking my face. His cock shoved down my throat. I relaxed, fighting off my instinct to try and break free. I had to keep up this degrading charade until he was exorcised.

"Fucking whore!" Brandon groaned. "Damn your mouth feels great! I'm gonna flood your lips with my cum and you're gonna drink it down like the good little slut you are!"

His cum disgustingly splashed into my mouth. I couldn't exorcise with a mouth full of his dick, so I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. I felt ill as his salty cum filled my mouth. His grip never relented and I was forced to swallow his large load. He moaned above me, calling me 'whore' and 'slut'. Finally, he finished, pulling out of my lips and I coughed.

I looked up at him, forcing myself to lick the cum off my lips as sexily as possible. "Thank you, my Lord. I bet my cunt would feel even better on your big, magnificent cock!"

His blow caught me by surprise.

I lay sprawled on the ground, my face burning with pain. I shook my head, blood dripping from my broken nose. What happened? I saw Brandon drawing back his leg to kick my stomach and fear poured through me. He was trying to hurt my baby. I threw myself away, his foot catching my side and I tumbled across the ground, the skin of my hip scraping on the rough concrete.

"Did you think I was stupid enough to let you fuck me!" Brandon roared. "I know you have the Gift!"

"How!" I coughed.

"Mowdah," Brandon answered. The spell that let a Warlock see a person's aura. Mine was bronze now. The aura of a Shaman.

"But you don't have a sister," I gasped in a nasally voice as blood poured from my broken nose.

"I have a brother," Brandon answered, a look of distaste appearing on his face.

I felt so stupid. The Mowdah ritual required a sibling's sexual Juices. Mark and I used our sisters'; we didn't have a cholce, neither of us had a brother. How could I forget that you could also use a brother. Karen's warning rang in my mind. Brandon has...other!" she had shouted. Sam's scream had drowned out the middle of Karen's warning, Brandon has a brother!

She was trying to warn me that my plan was going to fail.

I fought off my panic and glanced at Mark. I saw him concentrating. He was healing himself, but it would take time and it would be obvious. I swallowed; I needed to distract Brandon and everyone else. I had to buy Mark time to heal himself. It was the only chance we had.

"I hope you didn't wish for that small cock!" I taunted. "I barely felt It in my mouth."

Brandon sent another kick at me and I shouted, "Owr!" Blinding light erupted between us and Brandon stumbled, his kick missing me.

"Fucking cunt!" Brandon roared, blinking his eyes.

"Desiree told me she had to fake her orgasms when you fucked her!" I continued to taunt him, scrambling up to my feet. "She couldn't feel your tiny dick inside her! But she never has to fake it with Mark! He has a huge cock!"

The bruises were fading on Mark's naked body, the swelling on his face slowly going down, and I could see both of his eyes. I just needed to keep Brandon focused on me. I backed away as the pig squinted, his vision starting to come back. With a grunting roar, he lunged at me and tripped, falling forward. Desiree had grabbed his legs, holding him tight. Brandon hit the concrete hard and spat a bloody tooth out. He glared at Desiree, and kicked my slut hard in the face. Crying out in pain, she let go.

Brandon was on his feet, rounding on Desiree. "I thought you knew your place, cunt!" he screamed at the Latina woman, kicking her hard in the stomach.

"That's mi Reina!" she shouted, defiance burning in her dark eyes as she clutched her stomach.

I moved to help her, but a hand grabbed me from behind. One of the soldiers; his grip crushing-iron as he squeezed my shoulder. Wincing in pain, I reached back, touched his hand, and screamed a single word: "Maveth!"

The soldier fell to the ground, screaming in horror. It was the last thing Azrael taught me before I woke up this morning. Because Azrael was the Angel of Death, she gifted a unique prayer to Shamans. A male Shaman could conjure the dead. A female Shaman could show a person just what awaited them in death; for a Thrall bound with the Zimmah spell, that meant sharing his Warlock's torment in Hell.

I stepped back from the soldier, unnerved by the terror in his hoarse screaming. Would Mark and I experience that same horror when we died? Surely we are not as evil as Brandon? We do not deserve the same punishment that awaits his vile soul. I looked up at Brandon and he licked his lips nervously. He doesn't know what I just did. The Maveth prayer wasn't in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.