Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

My mom's face was calm, and I really looked at her and noticed a faint, blank outline about her. My stomach sank. I had been avoiding looking at her ugly face that I didn't notice that someone made her a Thrall.

"Mark," Mary said, stepping forward, the other women spreading around me. There was love in her ugly, freckled face. "Please, just cooperate. You need to fight the spell and let me help you."

Fight, the voice whispered, so very faint. So faint, in fact, I almost thought I'd imagined the voice.

"I'm sorry, Mary, I just don't lo..." a cough strangled my voice. I wanted to say that I didn't love her, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. Why did I want to say "I love you" to anyone but Antsy?

Because, you still love Mary, the voice faintly whispered, just fight a little longer.

"I'm sorry I don't find you attractive anymore, but this isn't the way to handle it."

Mary sighed. "I'm sorry, too. Get him, ladies."

I stuck my hand into my pocket, pulling out the Nextel, a type of cell phone that functioned as a walkie talkie, as six women, my mom included, jumped at me. I struggled as slim hands grasped my arms, my chest, anywhere they could get a purchase. I pushed April off me and she fell back onto her ass. Felicity ripped at my Nextel, trying to take it from my hand.

My bodyguards were outside. They had guns. Mary brought this upon herself.

I pushed the talk button, and the Nextel chirped as it connected to the network. "Master to anyone!" I shouted into the Nextel. "Help!"

Felicity pried the Nextel out of my hand and threw it to the floor. That didn't matter. My bodyguards would have heard my call for help. They would be storming into the house any second, guns drawn, ready to save me.

"Mark, I took the Nextel away from your bodyguards," Mary said calmly, "and sent them up the street. Back at home, I told everyone to turn off their Nextel. No one's coming, so just stop fighting. I don't want to hurt you. Please, Mark."

My stomach sank. What would Mary do to me?

"Then stop attacking me if you don't want to hurt me," I protested, trying to fight against the six women.

I struggled and we fell back onto my mom's bed, the springs creaking in protest at our weight. Mary seized my left arm and snapped a handcuff on my wrist. Fear gripped me. I struggled harder, trying to break free.

This was just like the nuns attack all over again. Why was Mary doing this? Was she mad because I chose Antsy over her? I couldn't help how I felt.

"I'm sorry, Mary." I shouted. "But I lo...like Antsy, now."

Mary heaved on my wrist, bringing the other end of the handcuffs to the brass bed frame. Fear surged through me. I couldn't be bound again. I wouldn't have my powers stolen away. I would fight to keep them.

"Fuck," I snarled. "Get off of me."

I threw Joy and my mom off my right hand, balled my fist, and swung with all my strength at Mary's face.

And...I couldn't hurt her.

Something inside me, some last vestige of feelings for Mary, stopped my hand inches from connecting with her face. My hesitation cost me as Mary ratcheted the handcuff onto the brass bed frame, trapping my left arm.

"I'm sorry, Mark," she said with a sad smile. "This really is the only way to help you.

My mom and Joy were on my right arm again, slapping handcuffs around my wrist and maneuvering my arm to the bedpost. Mary seized my ankle, helping April and the other girl as they struggled with my leg.

I kicked and shoved, causing the strange girl to stumble back. Mary sat on my leg, pinning it beneath her weight. I wanted to kick her off, but the vestige of feelings for her stopped me again. Mary snapped the handcuff about my ankle and then to the brass bed frame, trapping my left leg.

And then, it was over. Six women pulled on my right arm and then on my right leg, handcuffing me to the bed. I lay spread-eagle, helpless before them. What was Mary going to do to me?

Fear hammered at my heart.

Mary stripped off her clothes, her ugly breasts with those disgusting freckles came into view. And that ass, far too plump. Not the tight, firm ass of Antsy.

"Where's Antsy?" I gasped. "What have you done with her?"

"She's fine," Mary answered with a soft smile. "I wouldn't hurt your sister. It's not her fault what's happened to the both of you. I ordered her to sit on the couch and be quiet until I told her otherwise."

What was she talking about?

Mary climbed on the bed and unzipped my jeans. What was she going to do to me? Was she going to cut off my cock? I struggled harder, the handcuffs biting into my wrists. I felt as helpless as the time Karen had subdued me with my own sluts and tried to exorcise my powers by making me cum.

Was Mary working with a nun?

No, all the women had black auras and Mary had her red aura.

"Shh, hun," Mary cooed, trying to sound sexy. It wasn't working. She fished out my soft cock, stroking it in her rough hand before sucking it into her disgusting mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, trying to get me hard.

But how could she? Only Antsy got me excited. Her attempt at a blowjob was terrible.

She sucked and moaned, trying to make my cock hard. I closed my eyes, hating her mouth on my dick. Mary let out a frustrated moan after several minutes, popping my dick out of her mouth. She shook her head and then ordered with a sigh, "Give him the Viagra."

Joy opened an amber pill bottle and fished out a blue tablet.

I clamped my mouth shut but Joy just pinch my nose. No, I would not cooperate. I would fight.

My lungs burned as I vainly tried to hold my breath. I had to breathe. My heart pounded and darkness fuzzed the edge of my vision. I had to breathe. My mouth opened, I sucked in a lungful of sweet air, and a blue pill dropped into my mouth.

"Swallow," Joy commaned, clamping a hand over my mouth and pinching my nose. I had no choice--it was swallow or suffocate.

I swallowed the pill and Joy released my mouth.

"Okay, clear out sluts," Mary ordered.

"What's going on, Mary?" I asked as she pressed her disgusting body against mine, her rough hand stroking my cock.

"You're under a spell, Mark," Mary answered. "A nun got to Antsy. The bitch made her a trap for you."

That was impossible.

No, it's not, the voice whispered, barely audible, more like an echo of a voice, or maybe a memory. Just fight a little longer.

"But it's okay," Mary continued. "I'm going to free you, Mark."

My dick stirred in her hand, blood engorging my cock as the Viagra took effect. Her hand began to feel good, stroking softly up and down my shaft. I shifted my hips about as pleasure radiated from my dick.

"Good," Mary smiled, stroking my cock faster.

My cock swiftly grew to its full length, and I shifted as the pleasure tingled through me. I didn't want to enjoy this. Only Antsy should make me feel good, but I couldn't fight the drug. Mary rubbed the precum leaking from my cock about its sensitive head.

I groaned.

"I think you're ready Mark," she cooed and straddled my waist.

"No, please, Mary," I begged. "I don't want your nasty pussy on my cock! I only want Antsy's cunt on me."

Mary ignored me, her eyes squeezed shut. Her pussy sank slowly down my shaft, engulfing my cock in velvety warmth. It felt good. It shouldn't have. I fought against the pleasure of her tight, hot depths. Only Antsy should give me pleasure.

"You have to remember how much you love me, Mark," she moaned as she slowly rode me, sliding her tight sheath up and down my cock, shooting pleasure through my body. "Remember how I trembled before you the first time you saw me naked at my work. Remember how nervous I was?"

I pictured Mary standing naked next to Cynthia and Vivian.

The moment I saw her naked, she had been my favorite of the three. Her lovely auburn hair, gathered in a ponytail, her breasts covered by a dusting of freckles. Vivian had huge tits and Cynthia had a wicked smile, but neither had held a candle to the beauty and innocence of Mary. She smiled so beautifully the first time I squeezed her plump ass.

I shook my head. No, that couldn't be right, only Antsy was beautiful. Right?

"After you fucked both Cynthia and Vivian, you said I was your favorite," Mary moaned, her breasts bouncing before my eyes. "You said I was yours forever as we kissed on the floor of the Starbuzz. You whispered, 'I love you,' the first time you came inside my pussy."

I remembered being on top of her, fucking her on the floor of the Starbuzz coffee house. No, making love to her. Her pussy felt amazing, like hot silk as I moved inside her. Mary's body had been warm and soft beneath mine. We had stared into each other's eyes, hers were a deep green and so beautiful. We peered into each other's souls, and I saw love inside of hers.

That's when I knew she was mine. Forever.

Forever...

No, no, no! Not Mary, Antsy was the one I want forever. I struggled to remember my little sister's hazel eyes. Antsy loved me. She was the one I needed. I gritted my teeth, struggling not to cum. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Antsy on me.

The memories of Mary flooded my mind, whispering, Just let go and cum, Mark! Let Mary save you!

No.

I struggled against those words, those memories. I was being torn apart between Mary and Antsy. My soul ripped, tugged in two directions. If I came, Mary would win. I'd lose Antsy and I'd be stuck with this ugly hag.

She wasn't always ugly, the voice whispered, growing stronger. Remember.

Images flooded my mind.

Mary sitting at my table was I read the book that taught me how to summon the Devil.

Mary biting her lower lip, cute as a button.

Mary sleeping on her side, a curl of auburn hair contrasting with her fair cheek, a slight smile on her face.

Mary's face contorting in pleasure as I made her cum. Her emerald eyes sparkling with lust and joy.

Mary's face, drool leaking down her lips, as she slept on my lap.

Mary turning around, her hands covering her pussy, and then revealing her freshly waxed lips, the fiery heart of pubic hair above her tight, bare slit.

Mary, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, painting on our balcony.

Mary standing in the shower, her auburn hair dark and wet and plastered to her gorgeous body.

Mary smiling.

Mary crying.

Mary laughing so sweetly.

Mary cuddling with me on the couch watching that terrible Grey's Anatomy show.

Mary holding me with comfort and love as I dealt with my dad's death.

I opened my eyes.

I could almost see the beautiful Mary from my memories superimposed over the hag riding my cock. It was getting harder and harder to fight against the pleasure of her cunt. It was like Karen all over again. Soon I would cum. There was a limit to what I could endure. Eventually, my body would betray me and I would lose my Antsy.

"Remember the Space Needle as the sun set behind the Olympic Mountains," Mary begged. "Remember how you felt and what you said to me as you proposed." She held her left hand up, showing the black diamond ring.

When I saw that ring, sitting in its display case, I had known it was the one.

"Remember, Mark, please!" She cried as she pleaded with me, her eyes shining. "I love you, Mark. Please remember."

I had knelt before Mary on top of the Space Needle when I proposed. She had this stunned and excited look on her face. I was so nervous, I almost dropped the box as I pulled it out of my pocket. And I said: "Mary, I stole your heart and then you stole mine, and while we may not have known each other long, it has been long enough for me to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

And she said yes, over and over again, excited and crying all at the same time.

"When you...kissed...me," I struggled to say, "after I...proposed. Time seemed...to stop."

"Oh, Mark," she whispered, and bent down and her lips were warm on my lips, full of love.

Time seemed to stop and there was only Mary and I, connected body and soul. I felt something inside my soul, hard chains binding me to Antsy and I struggled against them, straining to break the steel. They were keeping me from my Mary, my beautiful, naughty filly.

My love.

My cum shot into her pussy and Mary broke the kiss.

"Chabab!" she shouted as her orgasm rolled through her, her cunt constricting on my cock.

The chains on my soul shattered and energy flowed between Mary and I. It was so intense. Our souls merged together in an intimate embrace as Mary's spell chained us together.

For a single, perfect moment, we were one.

I felt how much she loved me; the deep, strong river of love that carried her through the pain of the last few days. And Mary felt how much I loved her, how hard I struggled against the spell binding me to Antsy, trying to break free, to hold on long enough for my sweet Mary to save me.

"I love you, Mare," I whispered as she panted on top of me. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh," Mary whispered between kisses. "It wasn't you. It was a nun."

Mary slid off me and I admired her beautiful, plump ass as she walked over to her clothes. When she bent down, her tight pussy, messy with my milky cum, flashed between her legs; my cock hardened.

"You're so beautiful, Mare," I told her.

Her smile was radiant when she stood up, her perky breasts jiggling as she walked back to the bed. She kissed me on the lips and then unlocked my handcuffs. She kissed my chaffed wrists and ankles as she released each limb.

Freed, I grabbed Mary and pushed her onto her back, kissing her lips, forcing my tongue inside her mouth as I climb atop her. My sweet Mary was once again beneath me, wet and willing. Her thighs spread.

So beautiful.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, guiding my cock to her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck me. I need you so badly!"

I slid inside my sweet Mary, my naughty filly. A nun had attacked us, but that could wait for later. All that mattered was that I had my Mary back and together we could overcome anything.

I kissed her again, her lips salty with tears. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. I broke the kiss, nuzzling at the slope of her neck, sucking hard. I left a hickey, marking my Mary as mine for all the world to see.

"Yes, fuck me!" she moaned. "My mighty stallion! Fuck your naughty, little filly! Ride me hard, stud!"

"I love you, Mare," I whispered into her ear. "My sexy, naughty filly!"

I pounded her harder, our groins slapping together with urgency. Her hard, little clit rubbed into my pelvis as she bucked into my thrusts, bringing gasps of pleasure to her lips. I stared into her deep, green eyes, into her soul, delighting in the love I saw there.

I fucked her, savoring her tight depths. My balls slapped into her body. Her hard nipples rubbed on my chest. Her cunt was amazing on my cock--the best cunt in the world. Every stroke in and out of her pussy built the pressure in my balls and sent delight shuddering through my body.

"I only need you, Mare," I whispered. "I could be happy only with you."

"I love you Mark," she gasped. "You're my world! I just need you, your cock, your delicious cum! Please, flood my naughty pussy! Please!"

"Yes," I moaned, my balls tensing. "Here it comes, my delicious filly. My wanton lover!"

Our groins came together hard. My strokes were frantic. I was so close. My body tensed. I buried into her depths. My balls exploded. The bliss rushed out of me as my cum poured into my naughty filly.

"Mare," I groaned as I was gripped by my pleasure.

"My horny stallion," Mary gasped as she came beneath me.

Her pussy spasmed on my cock, milking all my cum out of me. I savored the way she writhed beneath me and the bite of her fingernails as they dug into my back. I growled in delight as the last blast of my cum filled my fiancee.

And then I collapsed on her. The air was thick with our shared musk as I buried my face in the nape of her neck. I inhaled her wonderful scent.

My Mary.

"It's time to go home," I whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."

The nun's foul magic was destroyed by the love of our Gods. Nothing can ever stand up to them. Love will always conquer hate.

--The Gospel of April 23:47

Sister Theodora Mariam -- SeaTac, WA

I was tired as I walked off the plane. It was a long flight from Miami. I was back home in Washington State. It had been nearly thirteen years since I had left. I wondered how Sean was doing. And my daughters. They must be all grown up and beautiful. I wanted to go and see them. I ached to see them, but that would only bring more pain.

That part of my life was over, taken away from me by Kurt, a Warlock.

It was why I had to stop Mark and his whore from destroying any more lives.

A sudden pain clenched my stomach. I doubled over and grasped my stomach. There was a bathroom nearby. I stumbled inside it, entering the stall. I sat on the toilet, a groan escaping my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut.

What was happening?

It wasn't pain. It was more like the memory of the stabbing agony I had experienced when I had appendicitis as a kid. What was going on? Was I sick? I couldn't get sick. I was a Sister of Mary Magdalene. The Gifts of the Spirit kept me young and healthy.

"No," I groaned, my guts twisting. Then I prayed through clenched teeth as I slipped to the floor before the toilet, the tiles cold on my knees, "Oh, God! Please take this feeling away."

The pain vanished.

My body shuddered as a hand reached through my dress and the Ecstasy came upon me.

"The Bond of Avvah has been broken," Gabriel the Archangel whispered into my ear. "Our opening gambit has failed."

My pussy orgasmed beneath Gabriel's angelic touch. The pleasure flooded my body. I struggled to focus and asked, "What do we do now?"

"A messier plan," Gabriel answered sadly, his hard cock sliding into my pussy and a second orgasm shuddered through my body. "A far messier plan."

Carlos Gutierrez -- Seattle, WA

"Hey, Carlos," McKenzie, my bubbly producer said as she walked up to my desk in the KING 5 newsroom. "How's that story about Mark Glassner coming along?"

"It's weird," I answered. "Something hinky is definitely going on. This guy really has come up with some strange gas. Agent Peterson, the FBI agent that led the raid on Mark's house last Thursday morning, has been put into a mental health hospital. My source says he's under that Mark Glassner's gas, but they can't figure out how to fix him."

I had been working on a story on Mark Glassner when that FBI raid messed everything up. I could hardly run a story about Mark as a terrorist when the FBI was saying it was all a case of mistaken identity. But if Peterson was under Mark's mind control gas, as impossible as that seemed, it would explain a lot.

"Really," McKenzie's eyes lit up, sensing a juicy story. "Is this sourced?"

"I got a friend inside the Justice Department," I answered. "The evidence against Mr. Glassner is pretty substantial. He also told me Agent Peterson's partner, Agent Noel Heinrich, is under investigation and working a desk job. They think Jessica St. Pierre from channel 7, the one who interviewed Peterson, might also be under Mark's powers along with a lot of local cops in Puyallup."

"Damn," she whispered.

My phone chirped. I had gotten an email from someone named Brandon Fitzsimmons. I frowned, why was that name familiar? Right, Mark was living at his house, shacked up with the guys wife.

"Holy shit," I muttered when I opened the email and saw the photos attached. There was also video. I opened the first picture and whistled.

"Am I seeing what I think I am?" McKenzie asked greedily as she peered over my shoulder at my computer screen.

"Yeah," I nodded. This was the proof I needed. This was going to be an explosive story.

"This is leading the eleven o'clock news," McKenzie ordered. "Get this ready, Carlos. Oooh, we're going to scoop everyone else!"

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

I clicked send, my e-mail shooting off to Carlos Gutierrez at KING 5 news. I had attached some of the juicy photographs and video Doug, my P.I., had taken of my house and that bastard the day the FBI raided him last Thursday.

Mark's life had been too calm. I needed to keep him off-balanced while I tried to find a way to take him down. Maybe getting the media to turn back against him might help. Or maybe if the public saw just how dangerous Mark was, the government might do something...precipitous.

I was about to shutdown my laptop when a new email arrived from Doug with a video attacked. I read the email. It was a short message: "Brandon, there is wild stuff going down. The nuns are active and have attacked Mark and Mary via his little sister. Lilith appeared and talked about quite a lot. You have to watch this."

I downloaded the video and was looking at my dining room. Mary sat at the dining room table naked. Suddenly, a silver haired woman in a transparent dress appeared out of thin air. The audio on the video wasn't great, there always was static with Lilith appeared. Luckily, Doug had provided me with a transcript. It was a fascinating read.

One line from the transcript caught my eye. I read Lilith's words: "Done. Our Pact is finished. My time on the Mortal Realm is complete. But, before I go, I have another agreement to fulfill with you and Mark. There are many other spells for you to learn, other magic a Warlock can possess. Seek the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The ancient tome will complete your education."

"Other spells," I read aloud. "Complete your education."

A shudder ran through me. This tome might just be what I need to give me a chance against Mark. Greed seized me. It might tell me how I could make my own Pact. Then I would rival Mark. Then I would destroy him.

I opened up Google and started my search.
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