Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The elevator opened onto the penthouse suite. The bodyguards went first, quickly searching the room with their hands on their holstered weapons as they searched it. I stumbled in on the auburn-haired woman's arm, my eyes wide as I drank in the ornate decorations. It was huge, more an apartment than a hotel room. The honeymoon suite was supposed to be as lovely but smaller, a much more intimate affair than this extravaganza.

Who were these people?

A little bit of fear nibbled at my stomach and I wanted my husband to hold me. Guilt struck me. My poor husband would be staying in the honeymoon suite all alone while I was having so much fun up here.

"This is a mistake," I groaned as it struck me what I had done. "I... I should be with my husband. It's our honeymoon."

Mary Sullivan

I placed my finger on the new bride's lips, shushing her. "Don't feel guilty. You'll have the rest of your life to be with him. This weekend you get to have some fun. It has nothing to do with love. It's pleasure."

I smiled as my commands made the new wife's guilt melt away. In her dark eyes, I watched the thoughts churn through her mind as she found a way to rationalize my commands. Her eyes flicked to the blonde woman and I smiled.

There was interest in those eyes. Did she develop a crush for the blonde? How interesting. This weekend would be so much fun.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Mary, and that's my fiancee, Mark," I said. "And that's Leah, our chauffeur. The other ladies are our bodyguards." She didn't recognize Mark. I guess outside of Washington State Mark wasn't making as big of a splash.

That would change.

"Leah," the bride whispered, almost like she hadn't realized she spoke, "what a pretty name."

"And what's your name?" I purred.

"I'm Rachel," she answered, still looking at Leah. The new bride shuddered.

She was so sexy. I had to enjoy her.

I grasped Rachel's hand and led her to a bedroom. A king-sized bed with four bedposts hung with gauzy curtains dominated the room. It was so elegant. This was the life. I wanted the mansion Mark and I built to be like this hotel room.

I turned to the bride and kissed her hard. I pulled her tight, her breasts rubbing against mine through our clothing. That wouldn't do. Naked tits pressed together were always the best. My hands found her bra clap. I unhitched it and exposed her round breasts.

Juicy and succulent, her nipples hard. I let out a purring moan and bent down, capturing a nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard on the nub, nibbling and biting while the woman moaned, her hands brushing through my hair.

Mark came up behind her. He grasped her naked waist and slid down to her panties. Rachel shuddered as Mark pulled off her satin panties, exposing her shaved pussy. When I fingered the bride in the elevator, it shocked me to find her shaved bare.

She did not seem the type.

Rachel shuddered as Mark rubbed his hand between her thighs. Her moans sang through the air while Mark kissed and sucked at her neck. I nipped her nipple one last time, the excitement swelling through me.

I had to be naked. My dress was too constricting. My body needed to be free.

I released the nipple and turned around. "Unzip me."

"Yes," Rachel moaned, her voice throaty.

Her trembling fingers seized the zipper and drew it down. I sighed as the fabric slid off my naked body and fell to the floor, leaving me only in my stockings and garters. I moved to the bed and spread out. Rachel's eyes locked on my shaved pussy and licked her lips.

I crooked my finger at her.

Rachel pulled away from my fiance. She walked to the bed in her white stockings and wedding veil. The naked bride a mix of whorish lust and innocent virtue. I groaned and shuddered, my pussy clenching. I needed to cum.

"Taste me," I purred as she crawled onto the bed and moved to me. "Taste me while Mark fucks your naughty, newlywed cunt!"

"Yes," the bride moaned, her dark eyes wide.

I cupped her face and pulled her down to my shaved pussy. Her lips pressed against my tight slit. The bride took her first lick of a woman's pussy. I always knew when a straight women savored her first taste of cunt.

It was so sexy.

Rachel moaned her enjoyment as she savored my sweet, spicy musk. She slid her tongue a second time up my slit. I groaned as Mark stripped behind her. My eyes flicked from the bride, her veil brushing my thighs with gauzy silk, to my fiance's naked chest.

"Fuck her," I mouthed to Mark as I undulated against Rachel's licking tongue.

Rachel spread open my pussy lips and dove in, licking greedily. I moaned as the pleasure shot through me. My toes curled and my hips humped into her wonderful tongue. All women wanted to worship me. It was so wonderful to let them.

The bed shifted as Mark crawled on it. Rachel moaned and shuddered as Mark's dick prodded her ass. My pussy clenched. Tonight was her wedding night and my man's cock was about to slide into her, not her husband's.

Excitement burst inside of me. We stole her on her wedding night.

"Fuck her naughty little cunt!" I moaned as my excitement built.

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I swore to have no other, and I didn't even make it one night.

Mark's cock pushed into my tight hole, sending pleasure shuddering through my body. My cunt gave way before the iron firmness of his cock. He sank all the way into me, filling my married cunt. I moaned into Mary's delicious pussy as I clenched down on his girth.

Mark drew back his cock and thrust again into the depths of my pussy. Over and over he fucked me. Each thrust better than the one before it. I was full of of another man's cock on my wedding night, my hips bucking and rocking back into his thrusts.

The wild girl from my fantasies come to life.

"Don't stop licking me!" Mary moaned.

The joy of Mark's cock sliding into me had stopped my worship of Mary's delicious cunt. I couldn't have that. It was the best thing I had ever licked. I loved pussy. I was glad I could devour the most beautiful woman in the world's pussy.

I dove back into Mary's snatch. I moaned my delight, enjoying being fucked by Mark and eating out Mary. I gave and received pleasure at the same time. I felt so fulfilled, so happy. Part of me wished Jacob could be here to share this happy moment.

But it would be so exciting to tell him about it on Sunday. I hoped he would fuck me just as hard while I told him about all the fun I had.

"What a slutty bride," Mark groaned as he slammed his dick over and over into my cunt. His balls smacked into my clit as he pounded me.

"Yes, she is," moaned Mary. "Mmm, and the slut loves to devour pussy. That's it. Keep licking me. I'm going to drown you."

"Yes," I moaned between licks, my hips rocking back and forth. Mark's dick slammed so deep into me, the pleasure racing through my body.

The bed shook as Leah, naked save for her fishnet stockings, straddled Mary's face, Leah's back facing me. I gasped, watching in awe as Leah's shaved cunt, messy with Mark's cum, lowered to Mary's lips. She licked at Leah's pussy, scooping up Mark's spunk.

"Oh, god, yes," Leah moaned, her tight ass clenching as she rolled her hips and ground her pussy on Mary's face.

"Fucking hot, Mare," Mark moaned. "Gonna make you another creampie."

My eyes widened when I realized what he meant. My pussy clenched down on Mark. I wanted him to cum into my pussy so Mary could lick me clean. I tongued her faster and faster as the excitement swelled through me.

"I can't wait to lick your cum out of her snatch," Mary purred then dug her tongue back into Leah's cunt.

As I devoured Mary, I wondered what Leah tasted like. Would she be sweet and spicy like Mary? Or would she have a thick, honey flavor like me? Or maybe she would taste different, a new, delicious flavor for me to sample?

I knew I would get my chance to eat her before Sunday evening.

The slap of Mark's dick cracking into my clit made me shudder. I groaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as I tongued Mary's pussy faster and faster. This was so wrong. My fingers dug into the bed sheets.

I was married and being fucked on my honeymoon.

"Yes," I gasped into Mary's pussy as the pleasure spasmed through me.

My pussy convulsed about Mark's dick as I came like a wild whore. I thrust my tongue deep into Mary's hot flesh. I moaned as I savored his cock slamming over and over into my climaxing pussy, keeping the pleasure alive.

"Oh, you wicked slut," groaned Mary. "Mmm, yes. Cum on my stallion's dick, you married hussy. You love it."

"I do," I groaned, my body drinking in the pleasure.

"Shit, Mare, she's a hot fuck," growled Mark. His words made me feel so wild.

I flicked my tongue up to Mary's clit as the pleasure died within me. Mark's dick kept churning through me, keeping my bliss alive. My fingers clenched and relaxed on the sheets as I loved the friction of his dick fucking my married cunt and the slap of his balls on my clit.

"Keep licking me right there, slut," hissed Mary between licks of Leah's cunt.

"Yes, make her cum," moaned Leah as she writhed on Mary's face.

The blonde's words spurred me on. I wanted to make Mary cum and show the blonde I was wild. I don't know why the idea seized me, but it had. It drove me to lick and suck with a frenetic desire. I moaned as I pleasured Mary.

She spasmed. Her thighs tightened about my head. Spicy, sweet juices flooded my mouth as the auburn-haired beauty drowned me with her musk. She moaned and spasmed into Leah's pussy as her orgasm shot through her.

"I love watching you cum," groaned Mark, his hands clenching on my hips. His thrusts were so hard, so wonderful.

"Cum in the slut," moaned Leah. "Do it, Sir. Flood her cunt. Give it to the married whore."

"Yes," I begged, emboldened by Leah's words. "Please, cum in me. Flood me."

"Fuck her hard," moaned Mary.

"Naughty filly," Mark growled behind me. His dick slammed into my depths.

My eyes widened as his hot cum shot into my married pussy. It was so wrong and so amazing all at the same time. My husband was in the honeymoon suite while I had another man flooding his jizz into my cunt.

A second orgasm exploded through my body.

I screamed my pleasure into Mary's cunt. My pussy clenching on Mark's cock, milking the last of his cum into my depths. I rubbed my face through Mary's cunt as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me. Stars burst before my eyes as I shuddered.

"You wild slut," moaned Leah. "Oh, that was so hot. Mmm, I'm going to cum so hard."

I grinned up at her, licking my lips stained with Mary's juices, then I leaned down and buried my face back into her pussy. I wanted to make Mary cum just as hard as I had while Leah watched. I wanted to prove I was a wild slut.

Mark's dick slammed deep into me. He groaned a final time before pulling out of me.

I shuddered as his cum ran out of my suddenly empty pussy. savored the hot delight leaking out of me before I slipped a finger up into Mary's pussy. Her hot flesh clenched about my probing delight. She moaned and bucked.

It wasn't enough for her.

I shoved a second finger into her cunt, delighting in the feel of her tight walls sucking wetly at my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her depths. My tongue found her clit. I flicked at the hard nub and enjoyed the coos of pleasure bursting her lips.

Mary writhed on the bed. Her hips bucked and humped against my licking lips. I fingered her faster and faster, fucking her, making her body shudder beneath me. Her perky tits bounced as she writhed on the bed.

"Oh, yes, you married slut," gasped Mary.

"Come on her lips like the naughty filly you are," Mark groaned.

"God, yes." Mary shuddered and moaned into Leah's cunt.

"Oh, you're making her cum again," praised Leah. "You wild slut."

I smiled at I nuzzled my lips into Mary's folds. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers as she shuddered and bucked. The bed creaked, the headboard banging into the wall. I drank the juices flooding out around my fingers, licking up every drop.

Then I pulled my fingers out of her depths and hungrily licked them clean.

"Mmm, that was great," Mary purred as she slid out from Leah. Mary cupped my face and gave me a hot, quick kiss. "Why don't you finish Leah off and let me lick that sweet cum out of your pussy."

"Oh, that sounds fun," Leah purred as she turned and settled her ass down on the bed.

Mary moved behind me. I gasped as her tongue dived into my pussy. She licked Mark's cum out of my depths. I shuddered and didn't fight as Leah seized my dark hair and pulled me between her thighs. My eyes rolled in my head as I savored Mary licking a man's jizz out of my married cunt.

"Devour me, wild slut," moaned Leah.

I noticed the triangle of brown hair on her pudenda, the rest of her lips shaved bare. "So not a natural blonde, Leah?"

"Don't you know? Blondes have all the fun!" Leah laughed.

She grabbed my dull, boring brown hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. She had a delicious, tart flavor. Leah moaned in appreciation as I lapped at her cunt. I loved the flavor of her pussy as I stared up at her face twisting in delight.

I guess it was true about blondes and fun, because Leah sounded like she was having so much of it as my tongue explored her wet cunt.

Brandon Fitzsimmons faced one last chance to turn from his dark path.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Saturday, June 22nd, 2013 -- Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Rennes-le-Château, France

My cab dropped me off in front of the motherhouse of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene. A tremble ran through my body. The Magicks of the Witch of Endor were inside. All I had to do was claim the book and, hopefully, I would have the power to defeat Mark.

The nuns would want that. They didn't have to know about my plans to make my own Pact with the Devil.

I marched up to the old, oak doors bound in black iron. I reached up and rapped my knuckles on the door. I winced. The door was as hard as iron. I shook my hand and then sucked on the tips of my knuckles as footsteps echoed inside. I pulled my hand away from my mouth as a lock twisted and the door creaked open.

"You must be Monsieur Fitzsimmons?" a graceful woman with olive skin asked in a thick, French accent. She wore a gray nun's habit belted about her slim waist, a white veil draped across her head covering her dark hair, and a white stole that hung about her neck and fell almost to the floor. "I am Mother Superior Maryām. Please, come in."

She couldn't be the Mother Superior; she looked like she was eighteen. I ignored my question. "Please, call me Brandon," I smiled, putting on the charm. I couldn't afford to offend her. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Americans," she sighed. "So informal. Monsieur Brandon, please follow me and we shall talk."

I followed her into the stone building. The floors were covered in worn Persian rugs. She led me through the tight corridors to a surprisingly modern kitchen and motioned to a wooden chair at a small table.

"Tea?"

"I would love a cup," I answered. Tea wasn't my thing, but I didn't want to be rude.

She grabbed a porcelain tea pot sitting on a towel on the counter, steam rising from the spout. Then she gathered two porcelain cups and set them before us on the table. More steam rose as she poured the dark liquid into the cups.

"Now, you said you were interested in a book, no?" she asked as she spooned sugar from a pot into her tea. She savored the aroma of the brew and then took a sip.

"Yes, it is called the Magicks of the Witch of Endor," I answered, picking up my cup and taking a quick sip of the bitter drink.

"Good, no?"

"Yes," I nodded and forced myself to take a second sip. I would really love coffee right now. Or a nice brandy.

"And why would you want that book, Monsieur Brandon?"

"Academic research," I lied. "I have an interest in esoteric texts."

A dangerous smile appeared on the Mother Superior's face. "And what is the real reason, Monsieur Brandon?"

"Like I said..." Her dark eyes stared at me, suddenly so ancient and wise, pinning me to my seat. How could you lie to a soul that old? I swallowed, trying to think but it was hard. "My wife was taken by a Warlock. A vile man named Mark Glassner."

She cocked her head, eying me, peering into my soul like a scientist peering at a germ beneath her microscope. "Yes, that is a truth. Not the whole truth."

"No, I just want to get back my wife," I protested as her eyes bore into me. "Okay, and to get some payback against Mark. The bastard stole my wife from me. Made her be his whore." The last sentence growled out of me as the anger flared. Every surveillance photos Doug Allard took of Mark debasing my wife flashed through my mind.

She did not enjoy it no matter what the images looked like. The motherfucker made her writhe like a bitch in heat.

"And if you had this book you would, what? Defeat Mark and free your wife? And then what would you do? Nothing else with it?" Her eyes narrowed into points. "No, I do not think so. I can see the ambition dripping off of you. The lust for power fills your soul. You did not come here for Desiree. That is the lie you tell yourself. You came here for power for its own sake."

"Of course I want to free my wife!" I shouted, slamming my fist on the table. The porcelain cup in my hand shattered and hot tea burned me. I ignored it. "And I need power to do it!"

"Why?" she asked. "Your wife does not love you. Deep down you have always known it. She married you for your money and you married Desiree for her beauty. No, you want what Mark has. You are jealous of his power, lust after it, and want it for your very own."

"No, I love my wife," I protested. I did always had lingering doubts about Desiree's motivation to marry me and I had hired Doug to follow her. But I loved her. She was so gorgeous, so generous, how could I not love her?

"Like you loved your first wife?"

Why did the Mother Superior bringing up that slut? My eyebrows furrowed as I puzzled out her intentions. "I did love her," I said carefully, "until Maryanne whored around behind my back and made me look like a complete idiot."

"And is that why you beat her?" The Mother Superior leaned forward. "Because she cuckolded you?"

How could she know that? "She didn't listen," I protested. "If she only listened, I wouldn't have had to... correct her."

That fucking smile played on the Mother Superior's lips and those eyes seemed to spear right through me. A sneer touched her lips. She thought I was filth. Shit. She was a cunt like my ex-wife.

"And how long would it have been before Desiree would need... correction?" the Mother Superior asked.

My anger roared inside me. How did this cunt know anything about Maryanne? This fucking slut was standing in the way of me and rescuing my Desiree. My fists itched. Maybe this bitch needed some... correcting.

My eyes glanced to the counter and the block of knives. That would show the bitch.

"Just let me have the book, and I'll do what you fucking nuns can't seem to do!" My anger exploded out of me and my fist slammed into the table. "I'll kill Mark Glassner and his whore, Mary."

A mocking laugh escaped the Mother Superior's lips. Not fear nor surprise, but derision and dismissal. The gall of this bitch. She didn't even respect the fact I could leap over this table and beat her bloody. Or I could grab a knife from the kitchen and really teach her a lesson.

Her eyes bored into me. "There is that darkness that drove Maryanne right into the arms of her lover."

"She was a whore!" I growled. "I gave her everything! Every goddamn thing the cunt wanted."

"All she wanted was a husband who didn't beat her," Maryām calmly answered, sipping her tea. "Go, Monsieur Brandon. There is nothing for you here. You will not have the book."

The knives were a few feet away. Let see this bitch refuse me when I had a blade to her throat. Then the bitch would respect me. I only had to grab the knife. I couldn't let this cunt stand between me and my wife.

I had to take control of my destiny.

The Mother Superior's fucking eyes bored into my skull. My brain throbbed. My hand clenched about the broken shards of the tea cup. Maybe I would cut out those fucking eyes. That would teach the cunt. She couldn't stare at me like I was dirt without any eyes.

I acted.

I bolted for the knife, my chair falling backwards. The bitch didn't even move, save to sip her tea. I grabbed the knife. The wooden handle was cold and hard. The blade rasped as I pulled it out of the block. Her fucking eyes still bored into me like I was a fucking, annoying insect. If I was an insect, then here was my stinger.

I lounged forward, stabbing at the bitch.

Motion blurred from my side. Pain flared in my right hand. The knife clattered to the floor.

"Fuck," I screamed.

A tall man, young and fit, stood next to me, his hand iron on my arm as he squeezed. I groaned in pain, falling to my knees. I looked into the man's face. It burned with righteous anger. There was something familiar about his face, about his blue eyes. If he was older, wore glasses, and had jowls and a balding head, he might be...

"Doug?" I moaned through gritted teeth.

No, that was impossible. This man could be Doug's son, certainly, but not my P.I. Doug was in his forties, and this man was at most eighteen or nineteen, and easily seventy pounds lighter than Doug. He even had a full head of hair.

"Brandon, I should rip your head off," the man growled. It was Doug. But how? "Did you even think for a moment what would happen to me when you sent those photos to the media?"

"Wh-why would that b-be a problem?" I stammered. Maybe I could feign innocence. "Please, you're hurting me, Doug."

"Because Mark captured me," the impossibly young Doug growled. "He sent me to kill you, Brandon! Did you give one fucking thought about me? I could be dead right now, no thanks to you. My wife could have been in danger."

"I-I told you he was dangerous," I squeaked in protested. "You should have taken precautions to avoid capture."

"And you should have told me you planned on plastering my surveillance photos across the evening news!" Doug squeezed my arm harder.

I winced. His grip was tight. My bone creaked. Would he break my arm? "Sorry," I groaned. "I'm sorry, Doug. I didn't think... he could...figure it out."

"Sorry?" he sneered. "You put me in danger and all you can say is sorry? Mark easily could have gone after my wife! And don't give me that bullshit. You didn't think of it because you were too selfish to even give one damned thought about me."

"Please, Doug. It was a mistake. I didn't--" I screamed in pain as Doug twisted my wrist.

"Brother Doug, release him," the Mother Superior said calmly.

The iron grip vanished. I scrambled to my feet and backed away from Doug. The hatred burning in his blue eyes scared me. I rubbed at my arm. I threw a look over my shoulder. The exit was right behind me. I could escape.

"Do not come back, Brandon," Doug growled.

"Monsieur Brandon, I give you this warning," Maryām stated. "I know my refusal will send you to Cologne to get the copy of the book in the possession of Altgrave Bernard. Only pain and suffering lies down that road. Forget the Warlock Mark Glassner. Forget your possessive lust for Desiree and try to live your life with love. Otherwise, I'm afraid, it is the Abyss for you."

What did this cunt know of anything? I would have my sweet Desiree back. Once freed of Mark Glassner's control, she would love me again. Then I would make Mark Glassner pay for stealing her. Then Doug would pay. He obviously told the Mother Superior all about my first wife. And finally, the fucking cunt herself would suffer. Maryām, with her name so close to Maryanne's, would pay for treating me like a piece of dirt. She would pay for making me feel like a powerless insect.

Once I made my Pact, everyone who had ever wronged me would suffer. I would be feared and loved by all.

Doug Allard

"You should have let me kill him," I growled as Brandon Fitzsimmons fled the kitchen, his feet crashing down the hallway to the front door.

"No, that is not the way, Brother Doug," Maryām replied sharply. "We should not raise a hand against our fellow men unless we must."

"And if he gets that other book? What if he learns its secrets?" I demanded. I understood the level of evil Brandon could cause. He would get Mark Glassner's power but with ten times the ambition that Mark possessed. So much had been revealed to me last night after I was given the Gift. By Maryām and later by the Angel Sophia in my dreams.

My cock stirred at the memory of the Angel. She shone like bronze as her naked body pressed against me. Her merest touch was enough to cause my cock to spurt and when her pussy embraced my dick, I kept cumming and cumming with every plunge into her tight, wet hole.

It was called the Ecstasy because the touch of an Angel was pure bliss.

Maryām touched my arm gently. "He has yet to make that transgression. If he claims the book and its secrets, then and only then, will he be our problem, Brother Doug. But he must be allowed his choice. Free will is the greatest Gift endowed by our Creator."

I snorted. "I didn't get much of a choice last night."

"You can give up your Gift at any time," Maryām answered. "Do you want to?"

"No, my task is too important," I answered.

It was strange. I once had been a devout Christian. My faith survived my first wife's death when a drunk driver killed her. But not my second wife. We had only been married three months when she went to bed beside me and didn't wake up. A brain aneurysm, impossible to predict or prevent the doctors told me. Not impossible for the Creator though. So I cursed Him and spent many bitter years hating Him.

But I felt the Creator last night when Maryām freed me from Mark's control. And my faith was suddenly rediscovered, reborn.

Maryām handed me the scroll case. "You must keep the original copy safe," Maryām intoned. "As I have kept it safe for two thousand years, now it falls to you."

"I still don't understand why I have to hide it," I told her. "Let me go after Mark. Let me help those nuns sent to face him."

"Because, the Adversary has learned where we hid the scroll and, through his followers, he has posted that information on Wikipedia for the entire world to see," Maryām answered. "Because, if Gabriel's plan fails, the Warlock Mary shall seek me out, and this book must not fall into her hands. And who knows what other servants of the Adversary are out there, plotting and waiting."

"But aren't there other copies?" I asked, frowning. "You mentioned one in Cologne in Altgrave's possession."

A smile cracked Maryām's face. "Altgrave is a title for a German noble, not a first name. The one in Cologne and the one in New York are but copies. This is the original, and it possesses passages not found in the other copies. It is the coal that shall ignite the hope in mankind once more, and nothing must be allowed to extinguish it. I charge you, Brother Doug, to hide this book, to keep it safe in the Wilderness for forty years until it is needed."

"And my wife will be joining me?" I asked, remembering Tina's smiling face. She wasn't a pretty woman, but when she smiled, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Sister Catherine Sarah has already given your wife the Gift," Maryām answered. "She should be arriving in Toulouse soon. You should meet her if you leave now. From the airport, the two of you must make your own way. Trust no one. And tell no one where you are heading. Just survive the coming darkness and carry the World's hope into the future."

"I will," I said, clutching the scroll case to my chest. "For the future."
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