Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Focus, idiot!

"That's it, look into my eyes," he whispered. "You can't look away, can you?"

I grunted yes.

"You want to do whatever I say. You live only to love me and Natalee and your fellow wives."

I could feel his eyes trying to bore into my soul and chain me with his words, but I was armored by my Gift, a golden shield fending off his black commands. He didn't know that; the Warlocks never did. So I nodded my head, playing along.

"You'll do whatever me or Natalle tells you to do without hesitation, because you love us, right?"

I grunted, "Uh-huh," and nodded my head vigorously, trying to make my eyes widen and melt, like a dewy maiden about to be ravished by a strong man.

"Good girl," he smiled, reaching behind my neck and untied the pantyhose. "No need to keep you gagged. You wouldn't scream, right?"

I nodded yes.

"Because you love me?"

Emphatic nod.

The gag loosened, then he pulled it out of my lips, wiping my cheek. "There you are. What's your name?"

"Zhana," I answered, my voice hoarse; Raelene, Sally, and Idelle all stiffened for a moment, their eyes slackening as I activated their triggers. No one else noticed, everyone was looking at me.

"What a pretty name. Eastern European?"

"Yes. Thank you for ungagging me, husband," I purred, licking my lips.

"You're welcome, wife," he smiled, then gave me a quick peck on the lips; I wanted to shudder. "Let's get you untied and introduce you to everyone."

He reached behind me, untying the rope. I flexed my fingers, getting the blood pumping again and stood up, examining the situation. Natalle was nearby, Idelle behind her. Mable and Paloma were moving up, arms outstretched to hug me, while Tex stood back, beaming at his pets.

"I'm so wet for you," I purred, shoving my fingers between my legs and moistening them. "See?"

Tex laughed, glancing at his wife. "She's perfect."

"Shama!" I shouted as I drew the Mark on Paloma's forehead. White light flared and the curvy Hispanic woman fell backwards onto the floor, stunned by my prayer. I pivoted, drew on Mabel's forehead, and prayed, light exploding on her forehead. Without a sound, Newt's wife toppled back onto the couch, a dazed look on her face.

Tex's head snapped back, his eyes widening in complete bafflement. "Zhana, what are you doing?"

"Get the bitch!" snapped Natalee. Though her tone was firm, her face had paled and her lips were tight with fear.

The only one that obeyed was Kimberlee, the other three Thralls were under my powers, standing still, and waiting for my commands. Kimberlee rushed me, her small breasts bouncing, nipple rings flashing gold. I fell into a combat stance; unlike in the kitchen, I wasn't caught off guard. My hand flashed out, grasping her outstretched arm, twisting, and knifing my damp fingers at her forehead and drew the Mark with a practice flourished.

"Shama!" I shouted and she fell with a brilliant flash.

"What the fuck are you?" Natalee asked. "And you bitches, why ain't you helping?"

"Idelle, attack Natalee," I commanded. "Sally and Raelene, subdue Tex."

Tex laughed. "You really think my women would ev--" Sally and Raelene leaped on him.

None of the three Thralls under my prayer made a noise. They moved like they were in a trance. Idelle's arms wrapped around Natalee's throat and pulled the woman back in a choke hold. The big-titted woman flailed her arms and melons as she struggled to escape, while Tex thrashed about, trying to pry Sally and Raelene off of him. He shook his arm, and the Korean Thrall fell backwards into a chair. Sally stood up without a sound and threw herself back into the fight.

I grabbed the lamp off a nearby end table. It was long, tapered, made of brass, and had a good deal of weight. I walked up to the struggling Tex, drew it up, and slammed it on his head. He staggered back, crashing into a glass cabinet that held a collection of cheesy plates with kittens drawn on them. Glass and porcelain shattered, raining around the large man as he crashed to the floor.

Sally and Raelene were on him. He tried to fight, but his limbs were sluggish. Blood leaked from his scalp, staining the carpet and his brown eyes were dazed. I dropped the lamp, picked up the rope and walked over and tied his feet.

"Who are you?" he slurred as I flipped him over.

"Sister Theodora Mariam," I answered and, with Sally and Raelene's help, I bound his hands behind his back. "A nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene."

Hands tied, I rolled him back over. He stared up at me. "I don't...what? Who?"

"I fight raping lowlifes like you and your wife," I spat and kicked him hard in the side. "Sally, Raelene, help Idelle subdue Natalee."

Without a word, they calmly walked over and Tex's wife was quickly overpowered, the Thralls binding her with the vacuum cleaner's electric cord. I heaved Tex out of the ruin of the glass case, trying to avoid cutting my feet on the glass. I wasn't so careful with him. He deserved every little cut for what he did to these women.

"Please," Natalee begged. "We'll do anything. We can get you anything. My husband has powers!"

"I know," I smiled. "That's why Heaven sent me here. Man wasn't meant to possess these unholy abilities." I hauled his pants down, exposing his rather endowed cock. I stroked him, running my thumb over his cock. He responded, hardening beneath my grasp. "I'm going to pleasure your cock, and when you cum, I'll exorcise your wishes. You'll be back to the same, pathetic losers you were before you sold your souls."

I relished the look of fear in his eyes. "Please," he blubbered.

I stroked him. "You made your choice, and I am the consequence." I drew the Mark of Qayin on his forehead, the focus for my prayer. My hand jerked him faster and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "These women will remember what you did to them. And the men you've humiliated, the cops you hypnotized, all of them will be free. You'll pay for the crimes you've committed."

"I won't cum!" he declared, thrashing on the floor.

"Sally, Raelene, and Idelle! Help me hold him down!"

The Thralls obeyed me.

The four of us held his thrashing, bound body down. This was taking too long, and the other three Thralls would be stirring, waking up from the Shama prayer. They'd be more than willing to help Tex once they were fully conscious. Sighing, I straddled him. I wasn't Sister Louise--she got off on fucking a Warlock and watching the fear in his eyes as her pussy brought him closer and closer to cumming--but I would do what I had to.

And my pussy was the fastest way to get the asshole off.

He was thick, and I couldn't help moaning in pleasure. His face twisted, and a groan escaped his lips. "That's right," I purred. "My pussy feels amazing. And you're a red blooded man with the constitution of a twenty-year-old. It won't be long before your spewing in my pussy."

"Fight, Tex!" moaned Natalee. "Don't let the little hussy win."

"He can't fight," I laughed. "He can't keep from cumming. It's simple biology. My pussy feels amazing. No man can resist the pleasure of my embrace!"

I bounced harder, arching my back. My breasts bounced and jiggled. I ground my clit into his groin and pinched my hard nipples. His cock was thick, stretching my cunt and igniting every last never in my sheath. My pleasure was growing. His face was red, and he bit his lip, straining and fighting with ever last ounce of strength he had.

"Oh, yes! Feel how warm and wet I am! You can't resist! Cum in me! Surrender your power to me!"

"No!" he groaned. "I...won't!"

"You will!" I rotated my hips, bouncing faster and squeezing down with my cunt on the upstroke. "Just let go and flood my pussy!"

"No, no, no!"

"Be strong, Tex," cried Natalee. "You can do it! I believe in you, honey."

"Oh, Natalee. I can't! She feels too...oh, fuck!"

His cum erupted inside me.

"Shalak!" I screamed as my own climax erupted inside me.

Power rushed out of Tex, red and vile, straight into my body, into my soul, where my golden Gift absorbed it, devoured it, and washed it clean. Frank's body rippled. His muscles sagged and ballooned into loose fat. His handsome face grew thick and ruddy, and his hair receded to a bald spot.

"No!" he screamed. "Please, no! Give it back! He promised I would have it forever!"

"He's the Prince of Lies," I smiled, standing up.

Natalee sobbed nearby, no longer the supermodel. Her tits were the same size, but she had swollen into a mass of flesh, a beached whale blubbering on the living room floor. "No! I was perfect! Why? Why'd you take this from me? Give it back!"

The six former Thralls blinked, looking around, and then the horror of had happened fell upon them. The tears filled their eyes, rolling down their cheeks.

"I know," I whispered, pulling Mable into my arms. "Lord help me, but I know."

He was such a polite young man. Even when he was tying me up, I found that I just wanted to trust him and listen to his words. It was those blue eyes, I think.

----transcript from the Channel 5 News interview with Patricia Wynne, June 7th, 2013

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

Mark and I exited The Secret Treasure. Behind us, Alison walked, burdened with my purchases.

"So where to next, Mare?"

"No offense, Mark" I said, speaking carefully, "but you need some new clothes. This," I grabbed the fraying hem of his t-shirt, "is a little worn." My insides clutched, hoping he wouldn't be mad.

"Yeah, I guess that's fair," he smiled and my innards relaxed. "I did say the same about your Starbuzz uniform."

Mark was a good sport as I dragged him down to Bruno, a trendy, men's clothing store and shoved him into a changing with a bundle of jeans and shirts I had picked out and detailed instructions on what to wear. I waited outside with Alison while he tried them on, eager to see how much better he'd look once he was properly dressed instead of wearing those faded jeans and cheap, plain t-shirts.

Alison wolf-whistled when he stepped out.

I, however, gave him a critical look. He looked far better in a pair of jeans that fit and were new, and the unbuttoned dress shirt over the dark T-shirt helped to make him look slimmer. He squirmed as I watched him, clearly growing anxious the longer I was silent, and I almost laughed. Mark had spent the morning fucking in plain view of perfect strangers.

He swallowed, staring at me as I bit my lip. This was fun. He was sweating my response. He wanted me to please me, to make me happy. I had found such a great guy. I decided to let him sweat just a minute longer, fighting to keep my face straight. My muscles strained and finally I had to say something.

"You look good."

"Definitely," Alison answered. "Master is looking very handsome."

He flushed, and let out a great sigh.

"Turn around," I said. He did and his ass didn't look half-bad.

"Work it, Master!" catcalled Alison, then she whistled again.

"That's a great booty!: I laughed. "Just a great ass." Feeling mischievous, I gave him a swat.

"Saucy filly!" he gasped and jumped, whirling around to grab at me. I danced away, giggling as he lunged for me.

"You got to catch me," I laughed, then stuck my tongue out at him. I darted between a clothing rack; Mark chased after her. I ran around the racks and doubled-backed towards the changing rooms. Mark saw me and cut off my escape. I had no choice but to turn into the short hallway that led to the store's three changing rooms. It was a dead end and I slowly backed down the hallway as Mark advanced on me.

The look of hunger in his eyes brought a pleased smile to my lips.

I bumped into the door at the end of the hallway. He grinned in victory; a hungry wolf cornering his prey. He loomed over me, his eyes locked on my heaving bosom. My pussy itched and moistened--I was ready to be feasted on. He leaned in and captured my lips.

"You've been bad," he whispered after the kiss, groping my tit through my blouse, brushing my aching nipple. "Time for your punishment."

I grinned wickedly, reaching behind me to open the changing room door. We almost fell inside. Mark slammed the door shut behind us. "Slut," I called out. "Do what you have to stop any interruptions."

"Yes, Mistress," answered Alison.

Mark shoved me face first against the wall and pulled my skirt up over my ass--he was so strong and I loved how helpless I felt. I was soaking my wispy, gray panties as his hand stroked my plump ass. Then he ripped them down, leaving them bunched around my knees, and smacked my right asscheek, burning pain flooding through me.

"Harder," I panted, wanting to please him. "I've been such a bad filly!" The second smack was hard and loud and I savored the pain. I was so bad.

"What's going on back here?" demanded the male voice of the store's clerk.

"Nothing," Alison said in a sultry voice. "Hi, I'm Alison."

Mark smacked my ass a third time and I squealed in delight.

"Such a naughty, little filly," Mark hissed in my ear, stroking my burning butt-cheeks. Then he spanked me again.

"So naughty!" I moaned. "Punish your filly.

"Doesn't sound like nothing," the man outside the changing room said. "Come on out of there!"

Alison giggled and cooed flirtatiously, "You have such broad shoulders. Do you work out? I love a guy with muscles."

The zipper of mark's jeans rasped down and his hard cock smacked my burning ass over and over. "Uhh, you feel so hard!" I moaned.

"Get out! Right now!" the man ordered. "Hey, wait! What are you doing?"

"Your muscles are so hard," Alison purred. "I just had to touch them."

"Miss, please stop that," the man pleaded as Mark's hard cock found my wet cunt, sliding up inside me. I let out a low groan as he fucked me slowly. I loved it when Mark's cock was buried in my depths, igniting all my nerves.

"Do you like my shirt?" asked Alison. "It's the most amazing fabric. Here, feel how soft it is."

"What? Shit!" the man gasped in panic. "I...fuck."

"Nice and soft, right?" Alison purred.

Alison's clothes rustled and the man gasped out loud. In a stricken voice, the man complained, "Miss, you got to put your shirt back on!"

"Do you like my piercings?" Alison asked. I moaned, picturing our topless slut, those perfect tits each topped by a pink nipple pierced by a silver barbell. "It's okay, you can touch them."

"Oh God," the man moaned guiltily. "Fuck, that's nice."

Mark pulled his cock out of my pussy.

"Oh, don't stop," I begged, my pussy clenching around nothing, eager to be filled.

"You still need to be punished!" he hissed. Mark moved his cock up through my crack and pressed against the tight, rosebud of my anus, igniting new nerves.

"Ohhh," I moaned. "Fuck my ass! That'll teach me!"

His cock--lubed by my sweet pussy's juices--pushed past my tight sphincter and into my hot depths, his cock stretching me open. I groaned in pain and pleasure, shoving my ass back against Mark, forcing his cock deeper into my bowels. I loved it.

"Fuck my ass!" I gasped.

"Naughty filly," he grunted as one of his hands slipped under my blouse to grasp my small breast and hard nipple, while the other slid down to find my wet cunt and throbbing clit. He held me tight and fucked my ass hard, his fingers pleasuring my body. Rapture burned inside me and I moaned loud.

"Do you want to see my tattoo?" Alison asked out in the hallway.

"Wow!" breathed the guy.

"It's an invitation," the teen slut husked. She must have lifted her skirt to show the phrase "Cum on In" that was tattooed right above her pussy. Beneath the words, a little arrow pointed down to her clit.

"I can't," the guy protested.

"Sure you can. Pussies were made to have cocks cum in them."

Yes they were. And a girl's mouth and asshole. All our holes were made to please Mark.

"Shit," the guy cursed. A door opened and the pair moved into another changing room. Someone bumped into the wall.

There was a wet, sloppy sound and Alison cooed, "You're so big!"

"Am I big?" Mark asked.

"Eh," I said with a shrug, loving to tease him. He smacked my burning ass and I giggled. "You're my stallion! And you feel quite large in my ass right now!"

He kissed my neck, pleased with my answer. Joy bubbled inside me, and I squeezed my ass down on his cock. Through the thin walls of the changing room we could hear Alison's pants and the gasps of the stranger fucking her. I wiggled my hips, slamming my ass back into his thrusts. I turned my head, and Mark kissed my lips, pushing my body against the wall as I reveled in his thick shaft reaming my tight ass.

"Oh, fuck!" the man moaned. "You're so tight! I'm about to cum!"

"Oh, no, don't pull out!" protested Alison.

"I don't want to cum in you!"

"Didn't you read the tat?" Alison asked, naughtily. "Ohh, that's nice! Fuck me harder! Fuck me stud!" Our slut groaned loudly, sounding like she came. "Oh, your cum is so hot and deep inside me! Fuck, you're a stud."

"Thanks," the man mumbled. The door opened and heavy footsteps walked away.

Alison giggled from the hallway, "Did I do good, Mistress?"

"You did great, slut," I moaned, then hissed to Mark, "Pinch my clit, please!" He did and pleasure shuddered through me as my orgasm erupted. "Oh yeah, just like that, hun. Fuck!"

My ass clenched hard on his dick as my body shuddered in his strong embrace. He fucked me a few more times, then grunted and warmth flooded my bowels. I loved that feeling and another wave of bliss flooded me.

Mark held me for a few minutes, breathing heavily in my ear. The room was full of the scent of our lovemaking, his sweaty musk and my sweet, spicy passion. When he pulled out of me, I could feel his warm, white cum leaking out of my asshole, running down my taint to my cunt.

"Slut! Get in here!" Mark shouted.

Alison threw open the door, entering the changing room topless. Her large breasts, perky with youth, swayed and bounced as she walked, and her silver barbells glinting around her pierced, pink nipples. Cum ran down her inner thighs--she was such a slut. I was coming to be quite fond of this amazing, young woman. Not the same earth-shattering, universe-encompassing love I felt for my stallion, but it was an almost familial affection.

"Let me take care of that," Alison cooed, her hazel eyes widening in excitement as she stared at my ass leaking Mark's cum and his dirty cock.

Alison knew what to do. Kneeling down, she first gently licked Mark's cock clean. When she finished, she rimmed my ass, her tongue stud hard on my sensitive flesh. I watched Mark and saw the lust burning in his blue eyes. His cock swelled as our sex slave rimmed me, growing hard.

I came, a small orgasm shuddering through me.

Mark grabbed Alison's pink hair, pulling her from my ass. Then he roughly shoved his cock into her mouth, driving it down her throat. "So tight," he groaned.

She gagged and choked as he face fucked her hard, her hands wrapping around Mark's waist and pulling him deeper into her mouth.

"That's it slut," he grunted. "Eat my cock like the whore you are!"

I smiled, straightening her skirt and blouse, and then grabbed the back of Alison's head and held her in place, helping me to face fuck her. "Cum in the little whore's mouth!" I hissed, licking my ear. I only wanted my boyfriend to be happy.

Mark listened to me and came deep in Alison's throat; she choked on his cum.

When he pulled out of her mouth, drool and cum ran down her chin. She smiled up at him and purred, "Thank you, Master, for feeding me your tasty cum."

She was a good slut and Mark patted her on the head, smiling down at her. She pushed his cock into his pants and zipped him up.

Knowing Mark's clothing size now, I picked out more clothes while he picked out some boxers--those tighty whitey underwear he wore had to go. He found some new boxers and joined me at the register where he had the clerk sell the clothes for free. Alison, cum running down her inner thighs, had trouble carrying all our shopping bags so Mark grabbed a young man lounging in the store and pressed him into service.

"Body and Bath should be the last stop," I told Mark as we left Bruno. "Alison and I will need our beauty supplies."

"Of course," he said. "I think I'll pop into Gamer Boutique."

I nodded; he had put up with shopping for longer than any other guy. "Okay, hun, we'll meet you back here in twenty minutes. Enjoy buying your video games."

"Sure," he nodded, and pulled some of the money he took from the prudish bitch back at Goth Topic and handed it to me. I gave him a quick kiss and led Alison and our pack mule off into the mall.

Mark Glassner

I didn't head to Gamers Boutique like I told Mary. I went to The Karat, the jewelry store nearby. It was well lit with white flooring and walls, and full of glass displays draped with gold, silver, and precious gems.

Maybe it was crazy, but I loved Mary. Even if I hadn't known her for a full day yet, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I felt it deep inside me. I had always felt like I had been missing something deep inside, and I found it in her. I had wished for the power to let me have any woman in the world, and all I really wanted was Mary.

Though sharing all those women with her would be the filling in the pie.

"Hello," the clerk, a middle-aged woman named Patricia, greeted me. She had horn-rimmed glasses perched on a narrow, pinched face and bony nose and a gaudy nametag pinned to her drab blouse. "How can I help you? Shopping for your mom or girlfriend?"

"I'm shopping for an engagement ring," I answered, an excited buzz in my stomach.

She gave me a happy smile, and motioned me over to an entire display case full of rings. There must have been over a hundred. Which one should I choose? I was quickly overwhelmed. I looked at them, trying to decide which band of gold and glinting diamond was perfect.

"What does your girlfriend like," Patricia asked, clearly sensing I was out my element. "What type of jewelry does she wear?"

"I'm not sure," I said, studying all the rings. "We haven't been together long."

"Ahh," Patricia said. "When I was eighteen, I was swept off my feet by this twenty-year old sailor. I thought he was the one."

"What happened?" I asked.

"I got the clap," Patricia said with a impish giggle. "Turned out, I wasn't the only girl he was seeing. So you're sure you're not rushing things?"

I shook my head. "No, she's the one. I feel it in my heart. She...I don't know, makes me feel whole. I know, sounds stupid."

Her grin was motherly. "It doesn't, sonny. I can see it in your eyes. You're head-over-heels for the girl."

"Yeah."

"Good luck. Hopefully, she feels the same." She looked down at the rings. "How about this one?"

She pulled out a white-gold band surmounted by a brilliant diamond and flanked by lesser ones set in the band. I shook my head; it didn't feel right. She pulled out a couple more, every time I shook my head and she immediately plucked out a new one.

"Sorry," I shrugged as the seventh one was rejected.

"It's okay," she smiled. "This is the most important decision you'll ever make. Take your time."

As she bent down to grab another, my eyes fell on one ring. This was it. Patricia noticed my gaze and reached in, pulling it out. The ring had a large, black diamond set in white gold and flanked with many, smaller white diamonds, ringing the black. The band of the ring was set with small, black diamonds. It wasn't the most expensive ring, but I found it the most beautiful.

"This the one, sonny?" Patrica asked.

"Definitely," I said.

So Patricia placed it in a black, ring box and I decided to look for some more jewelry for Mary. I found a heart-shaped, silver locket with a pink rose sculpted on the front; a gold bracelet made of X's and O's with little hearts engraved on the O's; and a pair of gold stud earrings set with amethysts.

"Alright, let's ring that up."

I sighed. "I'm afraid not. I'm robbing you, Patricia."

She blinked in surprise. "What, sonny?"

"Walk into the back room," I commanded her. She was a nice, old gal, and I didn't want her to get in trouble for my theft. "I'm going to tie you up."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Because I can," I shrugged. When you had my power you could do what you want. Who was going to stop me?

The back room was full of boxes, and I found a roll of packing tape. I bound her wrists tight with packing tape as she sat on a chair, then taped her feet to it. She had such a betrayed look on her face as I taped her up.

"Listen, you won't get in any trouble this way," I whispered. "I'll make sure someone frees you before too much longer. Thanks."

Jewelry in hand, I walked over to the Gamer Boutique. Sadly, no hot, beautiful, cute, or even a moderately attractive woman wandered into the store, so I just browsed the games, picking up a few I didn't own. Mary and Alison were late and worry filled me? What could have held Mary up? I pulled my phone out to call them and realized I didn't have either of their phone numbers.

"Shit."

I was about to set out to search for them when they walked up, laden with more than just the Bath and Body shopping bags, but also several department store bags. Relief flooded through me.

"Just some toiletries and such," Mary explained with a smile. How could I be mad when she smiled so beautifully?

"So anywhere else?" I asked.

Mary thought for a minute. "No, I think that's enough for today." Mary noticed The Karat bag and her eyes widened. I grinned and handed the bag of jewelry over. I had already slipped the engagement ring box into my pants pocket.

Both Mary and Alison cooed in delight as they opened the jewelry boxes. Mary immediately put on the locket, the bracelet, and replaced her silver studs for the gold, amethyst studs. Bedecked with her new jewelry, Mary hugged me, her arms tight about my neck, and kissed me soundly on the lips.

"Oh, they're so beautiful," she said, tears in her eyes, "thank you, thank you." The thank yous were punctuated with sweet kisses. "I love you."

"I'm glad you like them," I told her when she calmed down.

Arm in arm, we walked through the mall. After a few minutes of wandering around the parking lot, we found my silver Mustang. Alison and the pack mule placed our purchases into the trunk, and I told the young man to go to the jewelers and find Patricia and free her. As he ran off, the three of us piled into the Mustang with Alison squeezing into the backseat.

"If you could have any car in the world, Mary, what would it be?" I asked as the Mustang's engine roared to life.

She frowned. "I'm not sure. A Volkswagen, probably."

"A Volkswagen?" I asked. That would not have been my answer.

"Ooh, they make the cutest cars!"

Laughing at her girlish squeal, I backed my car out of the space and headed off to find a Volkswagen dealership. I'm sure we'd get into more naughty fun there.​