The devil's Pact - S01 E406

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The devil's Pact - S01 E406

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 406

"We're fighting for you," I told her as I disrobed. "For every woman oppressed by a man."

"I'm not oppressed."

I laughed. "They why do you dress like a slut? You do it for Mark's perverse amusement."

"And why shouldn't my God delight in my form? Aren't I a gorgeous, sexy woman?"

"You're his slave, his toy!" snapped at her.

"So? I chose to be their slave." Her eyes burned with fervor. "When I saw them wreathed in flames, standing triumphant before that false god Brandon, I knew I had to serve them. I quit my job, dumped my boyfriend, and traveled here." An exultant smile filled her face. "And they let me serve them. A flawed, imperfect human unworthy of their time or attention. Being their whore is a small price to pay. She let out a long, low sigh. "No, it was a wonderful price to pay. Her pussy tastes divine and his cock feels magical as it pistons inside me!"

I stared dumbfounded at her, then shut the shower curtain. She was like Alison and the other sluts that chose to stay with him. No, she was worse. The other sluts were clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome. But this woman chose Mark: I shuddered at the thought.

"Guards have died for them, why would you chose that?" I asked her.

"I was a cop. I already decided to put my life on the line for others. This is no different." There was a pause. "No, this is very different. They're the Living Gods, the hope for mankind in defending against the demons. Like your foul Lilith!"

I stiffened. "My Goddess just wants to liberate women from the oppression of men! We are not objects to be used and discarded at their whims! We're smarter, more compassionate, more loving! We're not violent, we wouldn't cause war and suffering!"

She snorted a laugh. "Trust me, women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men."

There was no talking to this bimbo, and I turned my back and tried to enjoy my shower. With the curtain shut, I almost felt alone. Almost. I tried to ignore her shadow, the sound of her booted heels clicking on the tiled floor, and the muffled squawk of her radio.

"You're clean," 127 barked, finally growing impatient.

I reached out, shut the water off. A towel was flung over the curtain; I dried myself off, wrapping it around my hair. I opened the curtain, and I put on a terry cloth robe with the hotel's monogram.

Mark and Mary awaited me in the hotel room.

My blood chilled as Mark's blue eyes fixed on me and I suddenly felt naked, I clutched the robe tight around me. Oh, Goddess, this is it! He's going to try and make me his whore again. I started to tremble and froze in place. Be strong! You have to survive. For Thamina and for Lilith. They can only harm my body, not my mind.

Not my soul!

"Hello, Fiona," Mary purred and I flushed.

My eyes slid to her and I remembered just how beautiful she was, the most gorgeous, sexy, radiant woman in the world. A warmth spread through my loins. I licked my lips, remembering how soft and moist her lips were. I used to love nursing at her perky breasts, and worshiping at her delicious cunt-sweet and spicy and wonderful on my tongue. Goddess, what was wrong with me. My nipples hardened. The terry cloth robe rubbed pleasantly on my sensitive nubs, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in my loins.

I see that you're not immune to all my powers," Mary cooed.

"How?" I asked. Mark had tried to give me orders already. "Lilith protected me from your mind control. We made a Pact!"

"I wished for all women to desire me," Mary answered. "Lilith told me it wasn't mind control. It merely lowered your inhibitions until you can't control your desire for me."

Mary stood up, slipping off the light, green dress she wore. She was naked underneath, beautiful, perfectly formed. Oh, Goddess, she was right. I wanted her so bad. I struggled, forcing my desire down. I pictured Thamina. I just needed to focus on my wife and fight these desires. She walked to me, her ass swaying. Her stomach was round, her pregnancy starting to show. I wanted to kiss her belly, and rub my face against her silky skin.

"Mmm, I've missed you, Fiona." She stood just a foot away, her

eyes green pools, shining with lust. I shuddered as she reached out, touching my arm. "Why don't you take that off so we can get reacquainted."

It's just one little request, I told myself. And it was so hot in here. I slipped the robe off, her eyes falling down to my full breasts. I felt a little pleased; she found me attractive. I raised my hand, reaching for her when I froze. What are you doing, Fiona. Remember Thamina. I pictured her round, dusky face and dark eyes shining with love. I had to be strong!

I pulled my hand back and stepped away.

Mary frowned and I froze in place; didn't want to disappoint her. Mary's hand reached out, and I shivered as she caressed my stomach, trailing down to finger my fiery-red bush. "You let it grow out?"

"Yes," I answered, trying to sound defiant instead of eager. I falled.

Mary stepped closer, her dusky nipples inches from brushing my breasts as her face swam before me. I licked my lips as she leaned in, closing my eyes, and I melted into her lips. I'm so sorry, Thamina, I just couldn't resist her. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her beautiful body into mine. I rubbed myself against her, reveling in the feel of her silky skin on my body.

I whimpered in disappointment when Mary broke the kiss. She turned, her plump ass swaying as she walked to the bed. She stretched out, then beckoned to me with a single finger. Smiling, I eagerly moved to the bed, sliding down next to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark's leering, blue eyes. I didn't care, all that mattered was extinguishing the inferno Mary had stoked in my pussy.

I kissed Mary, my hands gently grasping her perky breasts. I fingered her nipples, then I kissed down her chin, nuzzling into her neck. Her fingers left trails of fire as she traced my skin. I moved lower and lower, rubbing my cheek into her breast and enjoying Mary's mewis of pleasure as I brushed against her hard nippie.

"Where is Lilith?" Mary asked.

I froze, my lips inches from her nipple. I looked up at her questioning eyes. "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" Her hand reached down, fondled my breast. "It would make me so happy. And then I'll make you very happy."