The devil's Pact - S01 E351

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The devil's Pact - S01 E351

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 351

The second step-out of the corner of my eye I saw a white figure materialize and threw myself to the side to avoid a shadowed hand of the last Dimme. I hit the ground hard, my knee exploding in pain as I wrenched it on a metal stool bolted into the concrete. I looked around for the monster, but she had vanished again. Dammit, I was so close. I grabbed the stool, struggling to stand, but my knee wouldn't support my weight and I fell onto my back,

"I think you are an insect." Molech growled as he marched towards me, triumph burning in his burning eyes. 01 and 78 jumped in front of the demon, trying to stop his advance, but he cut them down, the ghosts vanishing back into mist as they returned to the afterlife. "I shall crush you beneath my foot and then I will find your woman and she shall know the agony of my embrace."

Molech was standing over me, reeking of sulfur, the air wavered about him, rippling from the heat of his body. Between his legs was a fat, black cock, hardening with lust. Fear pounded through me, I couldn't let this monster anywhere near my Mary. His foot raised up and Chasity and the four remaining ghosts threw themselves at him. Chasity slammed into his raised leg, throwing off Molech's aim and his foot slammed down inches from my face.

Molech's hand grasped Chasity's throat. She somehow managed to spit in his face and the ghostly liquid sizzled; Molech's fiery eyes bulged in rage. "I will find you, spirit." he growled. "When you return to the Abyss, I shall track you down. Your suffering will be an eternity of torment for your meddling!" His fist squeezed and crushed her throat, and Chasity's form melted into white vapor.

I swung my sword at Molech's leg, the gold blade flashing as it sliced through the air. It struck Molech's right leg, just above the knee. There was almost no resistance as I hit his molten flesh, cutting through the thick leg as easily as cutting a piece of tender steak.

Molech's roar of pain was satisfying as the figure stumbled forward. Only he had no right foot and I rolled out of the way as the demon crashed forward onto his hands and knee. A pool of molten fire issued from his stump, melting the base of the metal stool. With a groan, the stool collapsed. 30 stood over me, a smile on her ghostly, Asian face as she hauled me to my feet. Molech struggled to rise, trying to use his stump for leverage, but he slipped, collapsing back onto his hands and knees as I stood over him.

"Mercy," he suddenly begged. I will be your most loyal servant. I can give you anything you want!"

"Is the great Molech scared?" I taunted. "Who would have thought that the Lord of Brimstone was such a coward."

A sneer appeared on Molech's features. "Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal!"

I raised my sword.

"No, wait!" His coal eyes burned yellow with fear. "You will need me to contend with Lucifer. He will destroy you without my help."

"You should not have threatened my wife, Molech."

I swung my sword.

Molech's protest was cut short as my blade parted his head from his body. It bounced once and rolled against a metal table, then his head and body fell apart into cooling coals, I felt power rush into me, a roaring fire that burned into my soul. I felt more of the energy travel out of my body, out to Mary. Our souls were so connected, bound so tightly together that Molech's power rushed to her. Fire erupted on my sword, red flames dancing along the gold blade.

"You did it, Master," Desiree breathed. My Latina slut walked over to me her face bloody and bruised from Brandon's kicks - and slipped her arms about me. I leaned on her, taking the weight off my injured knee. There were tears in her eyes. "I-I submitted to him," she cried. "I betrayed you, Master"

I stroked her face. "You did what you had to, Desiree. When it counted, you protected Mary."

Supported by Desiree, I limped off to find my wife.

Mary Glassner

"I won't cum!" Brandon defiantly roared as 51's ebony hand pumped on his cock.

I laughed, "Your cock is so hard. You wished for sexual stamina, right?"

He flushed.

"Well, it will only be a matter of..." I gasped, my eyes widening. Fiery energy rushed into me from Mark, filling my soul. I fell backwards as the power overwhelmed me.

"Mistress!" Karen cried out, kneeling next to me. Her ghostly hands were cold as she grasped me.

"I'm fine," I told her, panting. What was that energy that just flowed into me?

"Fire danced around you, Mistress," Karen said in awe. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I answered, then thought to Mark, "What was that energy?

Molech's dead. Mark sent back; he sounded exhausted.

"We have Brandon. Just follow the open security doors.*

*You saved us, Marel Pride filled his thoughts and flushed.

"No I didn't. My plan failed, Mark."

You stalled long enough for me to heal. You were amazing!

I flushed even more.

A minute later, Mark came limping around the corner, supported by Desiree and flanked by four ghosts. Behind Mark walked Leah and 27, who looked even worse than 51. I could only imagine the horrors they witnessed. I peered, trying to see past everyone, hoping to see Violet. Where was she? Was our cute, teenage slut dead? Or did she escape? As strained to spot Violet, a pale form appeared behind my husband.

"Mark!" I screamed in warning.

"For Di!" the colorless Dimme screamed, her hand flashing with shadows.

Mark started to turn, swinging his flaming sword. Shadow and sword flashed. Mark reeled back, slipping out of Desiree's grip and crashing hard to the ground. The Dimme toppled backward in a spray of pink blood, her throat opened from Mark's slash.

Karen and the other ghosts melted into mist and Mark's armor and sword disintegrated into golden motes. "No!" I shouted, racing to Mark.