The devil's Pact - S01 E407

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The devil's Pact - S01 E407

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 407

I so wanted to make her happy. But Lilith was my goddess. "I'm sorry, I croaked. "I can't"

Her finger found my nipple, gently circling my areola and sending pleasure shooting down to my loins. My lips engulfed her nipple; maybe I could make her happy another way. I sucked, swirling my tongue about her hard nub, my other hand questing between her legs, and discovered her dripping-wet pussy. I teased her outer lips, then found her hard pearl and gently rubbed it.

"Umm, that's nice," Mary purred. "You want to make me happy, don't you Fiona?"

"I do, I insisted, slipping two fingers into her cunt.

"Then tell me where Lilith is."

"Africa," I whispered before I could stop myself. Mary's hips writhed beneath me. "A tiny village in Africa. The Congo, I think."

"Good, Fiona," Mary purred, then she pushed my head down. "You can use your mouth to please me."

I kissed her round stomach, rubbed my cheek through her pubic hair-still styled it into a fiery-heart-then I found her wet, beautiful pussy. I breathed in her sweet, spicy fragrance, spread her pink lips open, and dove in. How I missed this wonderful flavor! Mary moaned, arching her back as my tongue dove into her hole. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me.

"127, suck my cock," I heard Mark order.

"With pleasure, sir!"

There was metallic rasp, then a sloppy, sucking sound. I ignored it; let the pervert watch. Nothing mattered as long as I made Mary happy. My tongue probed her hole, fucking into her while my fingers reached around her hips to pinch gently at her clit. Mary's hand grabbed my strawberry-blonde hair, and pulled me harder into her cunt, writhing her hips.

"Oh, fuck, that's nice!" she gasped. "You fucking whore! I'm gonna cum all over your pretty, little facel"

That sounded wonderful!

I massaged her clit harder and really worked my tongue into her cunt's depths. Her moans grew louder, and I had to hold on tight as her hips writhed beneath my tongue's assault. Her body went rigid, shuddering a few times as a flood of delicious juices poured out of her cunt into my eager mouth.

"Fuck, that was amazing!" she gasped. I looked up her sweaty body, past her heaving breasts, to the smile on her lips. I crawled up her body, my heavy breasts dragging across her skin. I kissed her, her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her pussy and savoring her flavor.

"I need to cum so bad," I whispered, rubbing my pussy on her thigh.

"I'll let you cum, if you tell me one thing."

"Anything." I begged.

"What is Lilith going to do next?"

I bit my lip. It felt so wonderful to rub my pussy on her thigh, relieving that ache inside me. "A plague. Tir, one of her daughters, has been working on it."

"A plague?" Mark asked, concerned.

"It's not ready," I quickly reassured him, then frowned. Why was I telling Mark anything?

Mary pressed her thigh up into my cunt, and I rubbed harder on her, the pleasure driving my question from my mind. "What kind of plague?"

"It...it..." tried to speak. This was Lilith's deepest secret. I couldn't revel it. But her thigh felt so amazing, so silky smooth. She was relieving this terrible ache inside me. She was giving me this great pleasure; it would be wrong of me not to tell her. "It will kill all the men," I finally gasped, then I shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me.

"But it's not ready?" Mary asked.

"No," I sighed as the toe-curling release flooded through me. It felt so wonderful to cum.

She slid out from underneath me and I stared in confusion at her. Take her to the prison," Mary commanded preemptively. "Keep her gagged and watched at all times!"

127 and 126 grabbed me. There was a line of Mark's cum leaking down 127's face, dripping down to her dark, heavy breasts. "What, why?" I asked, my mind still addled with lust.

"You sided with Lilith," Mary spat at me as she pulled on her dress.

"We let you go because we loved you," Mark said, his blue eyes hard with anger. "We would have left you alone! You can rot in the jail while we figure out what to do with you."

And then Mary was gone; my thoughts suddenly cleared, like a car window being defrosted. It came crashing down on me. I betrayed Lilith. And I betrayed Thamina. I collapsed in the bodyguards' grip, sobbing hysterically as they shoved a gag in my mouth, and dragged me out of the hotel.

My Goddess, what had I done.

Friday, November 15th, 2013-Jessica St. Pierre Seattle, WA

The first week of governing the city of Seattle was over. I needed to blow off some steam.

The last three days had been long and frustrating as I ferreted out all the followers of Lilith from the city's government. Over three hundred women had been rounded up and interned at the Washington State Convention Center. Master or Mistress would have to sort through them. Luckily, Nate Kirkpatrick, the head of HR for the city, was a great help in identifying those who might not be trustworthy.

Master had left two companies of soldiers, almost three hundred men, to protect me and to search for any of Lilith's children that lurked in the city. Seattle itself was peaceful. Many of the citizens were under my Masters' control. Often Master or Mistress would broadcast general orders to the population-to obey laws, be happy, follow orders, and so on. Crime in Seattle, and the country, had plummeted dramatically. Utopia was slowly, and painfully, being forced upon mankind.

The Humvee that chauffeured me around pulled up at the Four Seasons Hotel. A squad of soldiers - 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment, all pledged to Master - escorted me in. They were all young and rugged men, and very sexy in their fatigues and bulky body armor. And their big guns; my juices trickled down my thighs! I could feel their eyes on my taut body.

I wore a micro skirt that barely covered my rear and thigh-high fishnets. And no panties; I had to be ready to be fucked. Stiletto fishnets. And no panties, I had to be ready to be fucked. Stiletto heels gave my ass more shape and added an extra, sexy sway to my walk. My blouse was pink silk, and clung to my braless breasts like a second skin. Tight about my throat was a gold choker. Even though I ran the city, it was important that people knew whom I belonged to.