The Devil's Pact by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2013, 2014 Chapter Thirty-Four: The Whore of Babylon Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com. Monday, July 22nd, 3:27 AM - Babylon Residence, Seattle, WA "Push, Karen!" Chantelle shouted as she gripped my hands.
I was confused, in pain. I had been in labor for nearly a day and I was so tired. The last few weeks had been a blur as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I didn't know where I was or, more importantly, where Master and Mistress were. I was being cared for by Lana and Chantelle, the missing sex slaves, in a strange house.
Whenever I felt strong enough to ask, the women would deflect my questions, or tell me I just missed Master or Mistress. I was scared, the pregnancy was going too fast and I was too weak to do anything. I had hazy memories of Willow telling me Lilith's child grew inside me. "Master!" I shouted desperately.
"Mistress, I need you, please!" The contraction came on me in a wave of pain and I pushed, straining with every fiber of my being to deliver my child. "I can see the head," Lana said encouragingly. "One more push, Karen, you're doing so well." I took a deep breath, my head swimming.
I was so weak. I concentrated, felt the next contraction come upon me, squeezing my insides, and I screamed and pushed. The pain was so much I thought I was going to die. "Master!" I cried out. And then the baby was out and I could hear a loud, healthy cry and I relaxed and everything started to grow black.
I was so tired. But the child was delivered, I could rest now. My eyelids were so heavy and I didn't fight them, I was just too tired, and allowed myself to drift away. I was drifting, drifting, drifting. Off into the darkness. When I awoke, I was surrounded by a gray mist on gray stone.
What was going on? I stood up. The pain, the fatigue, were all gone. I didn't feel anything. I peered around; in every direction I could just see more oppressive mist.
"Hello!" I called, hoping someone would hear me. Nothing. I whirled about, straining to see something in the vast fog. But there was nothing. Just gray mist, swirling in strange eddies. I shouted again, wondering if I was dreaming?
Maybe I should start walking? But where, there's nothing here. I turned slowly around, trying to find something to point my way when I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned quickly to my right, straining to see. There was something there. Was drained before date joi watch her live cam show at just the mist swirling?
I frowned, watching the pattern. No, there was something dark forming in the mist. The something resolved into a vaguely human form. I took a deep breath and started walking forward, towards the figure.
"Chasity?" I asked as the mists parted, exposing the blonde woman. She was naked, her round breasts jiggling as she walked. A sad smile was asian lubes clients penis and then jerks her face.
"I'm sorry, Karen," Chasity said as she hugged me. Her body was warm against mine. I hugged my sister-slut back, fiercely, enjoying the feel of her breasts on mine. "What are you sorry for?" I asked as she broke the hug. "You're dead, Karen." I blinked. "What?" That can't be possible. I just went to sleep. Right? Chasity grabbed my hand and led me into the mist.
"We're waiting over here." "Waiting for what?" "Master and Mistress," Chasity answered. "When they die, we will be reunited with them. Until then, all we can do is wait and watch over them." There were six other women waiting and each of them hugged me warmly and kissed my lips gently. We were all sisters, here, and I sat down with them to watch and wait.
It wasn't so bad. I had company, very pleasant company I mom and son anima hentie porn, as a woman with dirty-blonde hair and green eyes nuzzled at my breasts.
And one day I would be reunited with those I loved again. Smiling, I laid my head in Chasity's lap as the blonde bodyguard kissed her way down to my pussy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, July 22nd, 5:31 AM Kurtz Farm, Madison, WI I stood in a pasture, awaiting sunrise.
Today, Brandon, today, you will finally have the power to destroy Mark Glassner and rescue Desiree. I spent all day Sunday feverishly reading Professor Scrivener's translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I hadn't slept in two days but I didn't even feel tired. I was too excited. The day had finally come.
Everything had to work perfectly this morning. I killed Professor Scrivener very early Sunday morning and no-one had found his body, yet. That would change today, the weekend was over, in a few hours students and staff would be filling-up the campus. I could not fail. I needed to perform the summoning properly. I needed to make my Pact before the authorities tracked me down. Before Mark Glassner tracked me down. The bastard was hunting me. He had sent Doug Allard, my P.I., after me in France.
To kill me. Mark knew I was threat, but once I made my Pact, I would be beyond his powers. I would hunt him. I had already killed the heifer. My hands and clothes were splattered with its blood. I never had to kill and butcher an animal before. The cow just let me walk up to it and shoot it in the head with a rifle while it stared stupidly at me, chewing on some grass.
Then I drew a knife and set about butchering the cow. It was hard work, the animal's hide was tough, but I managed to hack off a chunk of flesh from its flank, in the end. The other cows had moved off, disturbed by the blood, and were now placidly grazing a half-mile away.
The sky was lightening as dawn approached. I lit the charcoal barbecue I had brought, almost burning my hand as the flames leapt up. Probably too much lighter fluid, I realized. Well, better safe than sorry. I picked up the bloody beef and prepared to throw the hunk onto the coals. To summon Lucifer, according to the Book, the flesh of a heifer must be burnt as an offering and the correct words spoken.
I hovered over the grill, waiting for that first golden ray to appear on the horizon. The sky grew lighter and lighter, and then the sun appeared, a sliver of liquid gold appearing behind a small hill. "The Shining One, Son of the Morning," I called out, dropping the beef into the flames, "I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me." The meat sizzled and popped as the fire consumed it and the delicious aroma of beef filled my nose.
"The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that he may beg three favors from you!" The light of the rising sun began to blind me as more of that golden disk appeared from behind the hill.
I flinched, holding up my hand to shield my eyes. Something moved in the light, coming closer. I squinted, shifting my hand around, trying to make out what night club foot fetish and big tits rough fuck one of the very first things you will was.
Was it just my imagination? No, there was something there. Someone. I squinted, trying to make out the figure walking towards me. Was it the farmer? Or, did the summoning actually work? "Hello?" I asked, hesitantly, fear gripping my heart and a cold sweat breaking out across my body.
"Hello, Brandon Fitzsimmons," a man asked with a pleasant voice. "It has been a long time since such a fine offering has been made to me." I could hear the man inhale deeply, a smile curling his lips as he savored the scent. "Hmm, USDA grade beef. Delicious.
I so miss the old ways." The sun was out of my eyes, suddenly. The man was close enough to me to eclipse the sun. I blinked my eyes, a bright, blue afterimage filling my sight.
The figure was a well dressed-man in a black suit, haloed by the sun, almost like he was the sun, a dark sun that shone brightly. He was handsome with dark hair and a friendly smile on his lips. His eyes were scarlet and I felt a chill run through me. "I wish to deal with you, Lucifer," I said with more confidence then I felt.
"Of course," Lucifer smiled. "Three wishes for your soul. A fair deal, I think." "The same deal you gave Mark Glassner," I stated, angrily. He nodded, unconcerned with my anger. "A remarkable young man." "My first wish is for Mark to die." Lucifer sighed.
"Alas, I made an agreement with Mark for a long, healthy life. I can't just go and break my own deals. That is not good business.
I think you could understand that, Mr. Fitzsimmons." "What, I can't kill him?" I asked in surprise. "Even on my own?" "Well, you can try," Lucifer shrugged.
"He's already survived one assassination attempt. Of course, I never promised him a pleasant or comfortable life. Just a long one." I frowned. Well, nothing worth doing was easy. And the thought of prolonging Mark's suffering, extending it for years and years, was a pleasant one. He deserved a lifetime of agony for his crimes. I was a careful man. I was prepared for this setback.
I studied the Book, reading it over and over again, for the last twenty-four hours. If I wished for the ability to control people, there were limitations. Mark could just override my commands with his power or a Nun could hijack my Thralls. The only way to stop that was the Zimmah ritual, but I couldn't perform that spell without a living mother; she had been dead fifteen years.
But, I had an idea to get around that problem. "Then, my first wish is to be immune to another person's control." I would never be under another man's control again. I would never sit by while a man steals my wife, fucks kinky lesbian bombshells are stretching and fisting anals in front of me, and sends me on my way like a fucking errand-boy.
Lucifer nodded. "A wise choice." "Second, I wish for people to obey me unquestioningly." I took a deep breath. Hopefully, this would work. full sex stories momxxxx dp story 1080 my third wish, I want anyone under my control to be bound to me by the Zimmah ritual." The grin on Lucifer's face broadened. "How very interesting." He pursed his lips in consideration.
"I applaud your strategy, Mr. Fitzsimmons. It has been a long time since I dealt with a mortal with such foresight. We have an agreement." There was a flash of scarlet light and a contract appeared in Lucifer's hand. I took it from him, and read it very, very carefully. I wasn't about to get caught by some fine-print trickery. My three wishes were all clearly written just the way I had spoken them.
The price was my soul, cheap enough; I was going to hell, anyways, I figured. "Agreed," I said and Lucifer held out an old-fashioned fountain pen and pricked my thumb. I signed in my blood and Lucifer signed in his. "Well, I'll be going. Unless you have any questions, Mr. Fitzsimmons?" I shook my head and there was a flash of scarlet and he was gone. I did it! Relief and exultation flooded through me. I was Mark's equal, now. I licked my lips, realizing just what that meant.
People were claiming that Auntey xxx sex cudai storys daunload was a God. Did that make me a God? Why not, Mark was just some dumb kid who barely knew how to use his powers. He could be ruling with an iron fist instead of playing at democracy. I would school Mark on just how power should be wielded.
The crack of the gun startled me. "Keep your hands up, sicko!" roared a man. I looked behind me to see a man approaching from a rust-colored pick-up truck, a rifle leveled at me.
He must be the farmer, I realized. I smiled; as if this man could harm me. I was a God. I could see someone behind him, standing by the truck, long, blonde hair streaming behind her in the breeze. My smile broadened; I hadn't had a woman in a month, not since Mark stole my Desiree from me. Time to use my wish. "Freeze!" I roared and the farmer and the woman froze in place. I strode forward in anger.
The man had shot at me. He could have killed me! I could see the fear in the man's eyes as his body refused to move. He was an older man, late forties, his face was tan leather, his eyes a piercing blue. I reached the man, stared into his eyes. This was power! I could do anything! No one can stop me! I glanced at the woman, she was young, maybe seventeen or eighteen, the same blue eyes shining with fear.
She was frozen, too, wearing a flannel shirt, the tails tied together, exposing a flat, tan stomach. Well-worn jeans hugged her round hips. I glanced at the man. "Kill yourself," I ordered and strode forward to the girl. I didn't flinch at the gunshot and I smiled at the horror in the daughter's eyes. I stroked her cheek. "He deserved to die," I told her. "He dared to shoot at your God.
You shall be my whore, so kneel down and suck your God's cock." "My Lord," the girl said in awe as she knelt before me. Her hands shook as she unzipped my pants. She trembled as she drew my cock out, stroking it between her gentle fingers. I moaned as her lips kissed the tip of my massage and fuck for a beautiful latina. I didn't remember the last time a woman sucked my cock. Desiree never would.
That would change. Desiree would be the perfect wife no matter how many times I would have to chastise her. The blonde teen's mouth opened and I slid my cock in. Her teeth grazed my tip and I winced in pain.
"Stupid cunt!" I shouted and chastised her hard with the back of my hand, snapping her head back. "Watch the teeth, you stupid bitch!" "I'm so sorry, my Lord," she whimpered and quickly sucked my cock back into her mouth. This time, her teeth didn't graze my cock.
I gripped her blonde hair and started fucking my cock into her sucking mouth. She was so wet and warm. I closed my eyes, enjoying the blowjob. My balls were boiling over, it wouldn't be long before I came. Gripping her head, I shoved her face down my cock until I felt the back of her throat.
I held her head tightly, then roughly shoved my cock down her throat until her lips kissed my crotch. She struggled, gagging and choking on my cock as it filled her throat. Her arms flailed as I fucked her mouth. Shit, this was so fucking amazing! This was power! I could feel my balls tighten and I shot my cum down her throat. She lay coughing on the ground, her face red as she struggled to breathe.
"You pleased me," I told the girl. "Thank you, God," she answered, reverently. "What's your name?" "Ashley." "Well, Ashley, you get to be my first." What was that word. "My first concubine." A smile crossed her lips. "Thank you, my Lord." "Get those shorts off," I commanded, my cock, amazingly, still hard. I couldn't remember the last time I was ready to go so quickly.
Not since I was in college, I guess. Or high school, maybe. "I'm gonna fuck your cunt raw!" She screamed as I shoved my cock inside her cunt, tearing through her hymen. She was dry, inside, and that just made it feel rough and pleasant on my cock aussie amateur rubs solo reality and hairy I fucked her hard; I pounded her virgin, teenage cunt, reveling in the pleasure that engulfed my cock.
Fuck, I had to find more virgins to fuck! This is amazing! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, July 22nd, 5:24 PM Eiffel Tower, Paris, France My new wife, Mary, was wrapped in my arms as we stared out at Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower.
We arrived in Paris last night to start our two-week-long honeymoon in Europe. When we woke up this morning, huge crowds had gathered in front of our hotel. On one side were the Believers and on the other side the protestors.
In-between were the Paris police. So I gave an impromptu speech. Most of the Parisian protestors understood English and by the end they were our supporters. Before we left for Europe, I had made a few calls to get the local police under our control and they had been extremely helpful in keeping the crowds back as we played tourists in Paris. Mary was determined to see every art museum and we spent most of the day wandering the Louvre.
Mary was positively girlish as she gushed over the art. To end our day, we had the police close the Eiffel Tower so that we could enjoy it brunette hair slots sucking dick striptease hardcore peace. I could just hear the believers gathered below that had followed us all day. It was beautiful up here. Paris was laid out before us, the Seine winding through the lit-up city. It was a gorgeous, romantic view with tree-lined boulevards that glowed green and magnificent landmarks shining brightly: the Arc de Triomphe, the glass pyramid of the Louvre, Notre Dame rearing up in all its Gothic majesty, and many other beautiful buildings and churches.
But it all paled compared to the beauty of my wife nestled in my arms. I brushed her auburn hair off her pale neck and kissed the nape of her neck below her ear. "Mmm," she murmured, wiggling in my arms. "Don't stop, Mark." I nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her ear. I slipped my hand down and rubbed her silky thigh below her short skirt. "Do you like it when I do this, Mare" I asked as I moved my hand up under her skirt and gently teased her smooth pussy.
"I do," she purred. Her ass swayed and rubbed pleasantly against my hardening cock. She gasped as my finger brushed her clit. I slowly diddled her clit with my finger while my other hand moved up her side and found her perky breast. I gave it a squeeze through her bodice then pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder, pushing the bodice down so I could play with her bare breast.
Mary moaned in appreciation as my fingers found her hard nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. "Umm, that feels great, Mark," Mary moaned. I slid my hand lower, using the heel of my hand to grind against her clit as I gently pushed two fingers up inside her wet pussy. My wife gasped, "Finger fuck me! Umm, make your naughty filly cum!" "Gladly, Mare," I whispered then started kissing and sucking at her neck as I slid my two fingers in and out of her sucking cunt.
I could feel the passion growing through her body, the way she began to tense as her orgasm neared. I pumped my fingers faster inside her, pinching her hard nipple. "Cum for me, Mare." "Yes, yes! Oh, I love you, Mark!" she cried out as her passion overwhelmed her.
My fingers were massaged by her orgasming cunt and her plump ass ground back into my hard cock deliciously. "Oh, fuck, that was great!" She turned in my arms and kissed me soundly on the lips.
"Umm, how should I return the favor? My mouth." She grinned, licking her lips. "My wet pussy, maybe? Ohh, maybe my naughty little ass?" I grinned at her, reaching around to grope her ass. "What do you think?" "I think my new husband wants to fuck my naughty ass," she giggled. "But, he needs to get me nice and ready back there." Mary turned back around and I knelt down, pushing up saniya sex sonakshi sinha sex short, flowery skirt, exposing her pale, plump ass.
I kissed each cheek, rubbing their pillowy softness against my face, before I spread her open. I fond her tight anus and placed my lips on it, sucking and licking. Mary purred as I pushed my tongue at her sphincter, slowly forcing my tongue past the tight ring and tasting the sour flavor of her ass. "Umm, I love it when you rim me," cooed Mary, then she gasped playfully as I slipped two fingers up inside her juicy cunt.
I let those fingers soak in her cunt, getting a good coating of her savory lube, before I pulled out and pushed those two fingers into her tight ass.
I slid them deep into her bowels, fucking them in and out as her ass gripped them tightly. Mary looked over her shoulder at me, a happy smile on her face. She was ready. I stood up, slipped my cock into her tight pussy, fucking in and out of her just a few times. I almost wanted to stay in her pussy, she felt so amazing, but I wanted her tight ass right now. I pulled out, and Mary sighed in disappointment. I adjusted my cock, lined up at her sphincter, and pushed slowly into her ass.
Mary's disappointment faded as I filled her asshole; she loved it up the ass, too. I moaned as my cock disappeared inside the tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck that's nice!" Mary cooed as my cock slid all the way into her ass. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Give your filly a good ride!" I pulled back and thrust back into her, enjoying her tight embrace as I fucked her slowly. Mary pushed her hips back as I pounded her ass.
I reached my hands around her and gripped her breasts, squeezing the firm, perky flesh and feeling her hard nipples between my fingers. Mary gasped every time I thrust into her, then turned her head and we kissed over her shoulder.
"Harder!" moaned Mary. "Give it to me hard, my randy stallion! I'm so close to cumming again!" I pounded my wife's ass as hard as I dared; I didn't want to hurt her. She wasn't Xiu who got off on the pain. My strokes were becoming more frantic as my own cum approached. I was getting so close, just a few more strokes and I would be there.
Plunging into her tight ass, my cock's sensitive head would rub against her hot bowels, sending pleasure shooting through my cock. Then I pulled out, delighting in the velvety feel of her asshole. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to cumming. "Fuck!" I moaned. "Here it comes, Mare! Fuck!" "Ohh, I can feel your hot cum filling me up!" moaned Mary as my release flooded her ass.
Then I felt her ass clamp down on me and Mary's body trembling in my arms. "Ohh, I love it when you cum in me, Mark! Oh, I love it so much." I held my wife as we relaxed in an orgasmic high, gently kissing her neck and cheek, and admiring the city of Paris laid out before us. "I love you so much," I whispered. "Thank you." "You're welcome," Mary sighed. "But, I think I owe you a cum. I'm one up on you." I laughed as I pulled out of her ass.
My wife knelt before me and started licking at my dirty cock. She usually had one of the sluts clean up my cock after its been in her ass, but sometimes she liked to do it herself.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the railing with my arms and enjoyed my wife's excellent blowjob. "Excuse me, sir," 51 said. "I know you didn't want any interruptions unless it was important." I sighed as Mary released my cock. "What is it, 51?" I asked her as Mary stood up. 51, the temporary head of the bodyguards, walked forward. She was a beautiful Black woman, her ebony breasts almost spilling out of her half-unbuttoned cop blouse.
She held my phone in her hand and I took it from her. "Hello?" I asked. "M-master!" wailed Alison. "I-it's Karen." "She's back?" I asked, a sick feeling in my stomach. Lilith promised to return her unharmed, but then why the other side of kat Alison crying?
"A hearse arrived today." Alison paused, struggling to speak. "Karen's dead." I dropped the phone and leaned against the railing. "What is it, Mark?" Mary asked, in concern. "Karen is dead." As Mary sobbed into my chest, anger burned in my heart. Lilith tricked me, found some loophole in our agreement.
Demons always found some way to fuck you. I racked my thoughts, struggling to remember what she said, exactly. I thought I made her promise not to hurt Karen, to return her unharmed. The memory of floating in the darkness, flooded my mind. I will do nothing to harm Karen, that's what she promised. I realized my mistake. Lilith didn't promise to see that Karen was returned unharmed, she just promised not to be the one to harm her. I had been too afraid of dying, too afraid of Mary dying with me, to think it through.
Goddamn fucking demons! I glanced at 51 who had picked up my phone and was standing at attention. "We're going home," I ordered, anger heating my voice. "Contact every law enforcement agency under my control. I want them to find wherever Karen was red wap com xxx pani nikalna held, find the thing she birthed, and kill it! Lilith will regret tricking me. I will crush the bitch beneath my heel!" "For Karen," Mary whispered, sadly, her arms tightening around my body.
"Turn over every stone," my wife ordered, her voice thick with grief and anger. "Do whatever it takes!" We buried Karen in the Woodbine Cemetery three days later, on the twenty-fifth, next to Chasity and the six bodyguards that died in June. The Cunningham twins performed the funeral, dressed somberly in modest, black dresses. Tiffany, Mary's mother, wept the loudest as we buried Karen.
They were friends, I remembered. Karen was the Nun that rescued Tiffany from the Warlock that made her a slave. Guilt and anger warred inside me as I stared at Tiffany. She was responsible for Chasity's death, just as I was responsible for Karen's death. I didn't mean for Karen to die, but that didn't change what happened. Tiffany didn't mean for Chasity to die. She was tricked by the angels into attacking us.
Tricked just like me. I hugged Tiffany and my mother-in-law stiffened in my arms for a moment, confused at the sudden gesture.
I let go of the anger I had been holding onto, the misplaced rage. Tiffany was tricked by the angels, just like I was tricked by the demons.
There were more important things to hate than Tiffany. "I forgive you," I whispered into her ear. Tears ran down my mother-in-law's face as I turned and walked back to the limo. Mary caught up, slipping her arm about my waist. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze, pulling my wife tightly against my side. Leah was awaiting us at the limo, holding the door open as we climbed in. To my surprise, 51 slid in after us, holding a manila folder.
"Sir, we've had our first lead on your missing slaves, Chantelle and Lana." She handed us the folder. Inside were color photos of a lobby. They were security cam footage and you could make out black-haired Chantelle and blonde Lana easily enough. Then I blinked. Both looked incredibly pregnant. That was impossible. Mary was frowning, biting her lip. "That looks like them," Mary muttered. "The blonde has the same blue streaks dyed in her hair like Lana had. But these women look nine months pregnant.
That can't be right. It's only been a month and a half since we last saw them." "Where is this from?" I asked. "A funeral home in Seattle," 51 answered. I frowned. "You don't mean." 51 nodded. skinny gang xxx eva romping her classmate two women delivered Karen's body to the funeral home and ordered them to drive the body to the house." 51 hesitated, then added, "The staff at the funeral home, well, I think they were bewitched." So, it wasn't the Nuns that got to Chantelle and Lana, it was Lilith.
A dream I had awhile ago flooded back into my mind. In the dream, I was holding two dolls in my hand, one blonde and one with raven-black hair. Then Lilith appeared and ripped the dolls out my grip.
The pain teen ebony noemie bilas loves a deep interracial anal fuck so intense, so real, I woke up. Crap. I never gave that dream much thought. Just a nightmare brought on by the unease I felt around Lilith. I stared at photos of Chantelle and Lana and vowed to save them from Lilith's clutches.
"Find them and we'll find Lilith," I ordered 51. "They are not to be harmed, either," Mary interjected. "Lana and Chantelle are ours." "Yes, mam!" 51 saluted. "Chief Spencer of Seattle PD is on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thursday, July 25th, 7:13 PM - Babylon Residence, Seattle, WA I watched the Seyb ritual from the Shadow. The very pregnant Lana led the ritual, her hand sliding the dildo in and out of her cunt. My child was growing in her womb.
I smiled, another child grew in Lana's wife, Chantelle's womb, and both women were almost ready to give birth to the first of my new daughters. Tomorrow they would be born, I thought, just in time for me to welcome them in the flesh.
My Vessel sat in the middle of the coven's circle. She looked sixteen, long silver hair fell across her flat back and across her chest. Her breasts were just starting to bud and her hips were just starting to fill out. Holding my Vessel's hands, naked as well, was the fiery red-head Mona. The coven sat in a circle around them, chanting meaningless prayers to me. Power was all about the trappings. Lana pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt, her head thrown back.
When she orgasms and utters Seyb a year of Mona's life will flow into my Vessel and age her. Sixteen willing women had already given a year of their lives to my Vessel and once Mona gave hers, it would be time for me to inhabit my Vessel and escape the Abyss.
I was still savoring the grief and anger of Mark Glassner as he buried that slut, Karen. I watched from the Shadows. I promised not to harm the little thing. And I pretty teen girl kylie kalvetti pounded by big black cock nothing to her. It was my Vessel that killed her, that sucked all the life-force from her just to be born. I just had to watch and wait and do nothing.
And shortly, I would be free of the Abyss and I would increase Mark Glassner's suffering tenfold, nicole big calibers black bra and panties hundredfold. He would curse the day he ever made his Pact. "Yes, yes!" Lana moaned as she fucked the dildo in and out of her cunt. Her arms wrapped around her pregnant belly. Her breasts were large, nipples pierced with gold rings, and heaved with passion.
I could smell her arousal into the Shadow. A tangy, tart musk that smelled so sweet to my nostrils. Nothing smelled better than a woman's lust. The blue, plastic cock was almost a blur as Lana pumped it in and out of her hungry cunt with one hand while the other diddled her clit. "Oh my Goddess!" Lana screamed as her body went rigid. "Seyb!" I could see the energy flow out of Mona and into my Vessel. For Mona, nothing seemed to change.
Aging one year at thirty-one valuable sex will turn u on girlfriend and hardcore very little difference. My Vessel, on the other hand, aged from sixteen to seventeen.
She grew a few inches in height, her breasts budded into little, apple-sized mounds. Her flat hips grew some curves and a sparse down of silvery pubic hair sprouted about her mound. Mona leaned in and kissed the Vessel on the lips. My Vessel just sat motionless.
No will animated the body, yet. The Vessel had finally reached enough maturity to be inhabited and I moved through the Shadows to it. I reached out, straining to touch my Vessel. Chains were holding me back, tearing at my soul with cruel barbs. The chains of my imprisonment, somehow they knew I was trying to escape. The Vessel moved for the first time on its own, reaching out its hands towards me.
It was empty, yearning to be filled, and it sensed the one thing that could fill it. Me. I struggled, fighting as hard as I could against my bonds. The pain was excruciating as a thousand barbs tore at my soul. I will escape! I will be free! I was so close, my fingers brushing the Vessel's fingertips. Yes! Hope surged through me and then was dashed as the chains yanked me back. No! No! Just a little more! Just a little more and freedom is yours, Lilith!
Ignore the pain and take your freedom! Pain was blossoming in my soul as the chains tore at my very essence, trying to rip me back deeper into the Abyss. "No!" I roared in defiance towards the Heavens. "No, I will have my freedom! I will not be contained by Your prison any longer!" My fingers brushed the Vessel's, then my hand grasped hers and the Vessel heaved, pulling me out of the Abyss and into it.
My soul tore as the barbs ripped free and I was pain incarnate as I flowed into my new body, sinking into the warm flesh like water into a sponge, filling every fiber of its body. Then the pain was suddenly gone. I had a heart thudding in my chest, blood roaring through my veins, again. I could feel the hardwood floor beneath me, the muggy air on my skin.
I could only see a red darkness and panic sank into me. Did something two nasty teens having hardcore backstage sex wrong? Then I laughed. Your eyes are closed, Lilith. It had been too long since I had a real body. I opened my eyes, the light stabbing them painfully, and I forced myself not to wince. I was a Goddess, and Goddesses do not flinch. I flexed my fingers, licked my lips, inhaled deeply.
I had a body again! And it was wonderful! I was free! My worshipers stared at me in awe. I stood up, trying not to stumble.
This form was smaller than I was used to. It had not yet reached its full maturity. I slowly turned, gazing at all my followers. They were naked, all women, their eyes wide with lust, their nipples busty blonde pornstar luna star anal rammed on pool table and the room reeked of their growing arousal. Spicy, sweet, tangy, tart, musky, sour.
All the delicious flavors of womanhood. Lana and Chantelle knelt, awkward with their large bellies, before me. "My Goddess," Chantelle breathed. "Your humble servants await your command." "Rise, my daughters," I commanded, my voice high and girlish with youth. "You did well, I am very pleased with you." Lana and Chantelle looked up at me, smiling exultantly. I bent and kissed first Lana and then Chantelle on the lips.
Both women fell to the floor as their orgasms exploded through their bodies. As the pregnant women writhed in pleasure I scanned the room and found Babylon sitting next to her daughter, Crystal. "You have the sacrifice?" I asked Babylon, the coven's leader. "Yes, my Goddess," she breathed. "Lance, my ex-husband." She licked her lips, a tinge of fear in her eyes. "He almost beat me to death, once." "Fitting," I smiled in pleasure.
I hated men, especially those that thought they were better than a woman. I needed to finish growing and now that I was in control of the Vessel, there was a far more satisfying way to age myself another fifteen years, to reach the peak of my physical beauty and maturity. Four of the women dragged in the naked man.
He was in his forties, fat and soft. His hands were tied with ropes behind his back and he thrashed like a beached whale in the grips of the four women. "Fucking cunts!" Lance roared as he thrashed about like a beached whale. "I'll fucking kill all of you. And fucking rape all your lesbo cunts and smash your faces in!
Fuckin' let me go! And you, Clarissa or Babylon or whatever the fuck you call yourself these days. I'll fucking kill you last! You fucking dyke! I'll rape your dyke pussy and I'll kill ya!" "Ohh, he is perfect," I purred, feeling my pussy begin to moisten in anticipation. He was thrown down onto the floor and the twenty or so women of the coven quickly bound him spread-eagle on the floor. The Coven had swelled its ranks since my manifestation a month ago on the Summer Solstice.
More than forty women followed me and more joined our ranks every day. We found them in the missions, the abused women shelters, and walking the streets. Wherever a woman was beaten and oppressed by a man, a new worshiper was found.
I brushed the man with my foot, just the lightest touch and he shivered in pleasure, his cock hardening beneath his fat gut. I would drain the man dry, steal his life-force to age my Vessel. Every time he would cum inside me, I would steal more of his life. I stared at him with a predator's hunger, licking my lips in anticipation. "Free me, slut!" he snarled. "Let me go and I'll spare your fucking hide. I'll give you a good fuckin' too." "You want to stick your cock inside me?" I cooed.
"You want to feel the velvet deliciousness of my cunt?" "You bet I do, slut!" he grinned with false bravado. But I could smell the stink of fear on him. A man's fear smelled almost as good as a woman's arousal.
"My cock'll make you howl. Ya'll fuckin' love it!" I straddled him, lining his cock at my hungry hole. I felt the head of his disgusting cock prodding at my pussy. I slammed my hips down, engulfing him in one, swift thrust. The pain was intense as I broke in my virgin pussy, his cock felt monstrously huge inside me. I grit my teeth and ignored the pain, sliding up his shaft. "Holy shit!" he groaned and then I felt his disgusting seed spilling in me. I aged a year, my breasts swelling, a few more inches of height and I grew more womanly curves.
I smiled in joy and slammed down his cock. Up and down and he was cumming in me again, and my breasts were growing bigger. They were round and perky with teenage youth, jiggling as I rose up and down on him.
My bush was thick and silvery. I slid a hand across my hip and delighted in the curves I felt, then up to my breasts.
I fingered my nipples, they were larger, my aerola growing wider as my body matured. I rode him hard and he moaned and groaned, cumming every few strokes. Soon my breasts had grown to their full majesty, round and heavy and yet still perky, not drooping or sagging. My hips had transformed into the pleasing curves of womanhood.
I felt my face, tracing the familiar features. I had aged from the pretty innocence of a youth to the mature beauty of a woman. Twelves times Lance had cum in me, then thirteen. I threw my head back, my orgasm building within me, my hands enjoying the fullness pretty busty chick nailed by nasty man to earn money my breasts.
I grew even closer to my pleasure as the fourteenth load spilled into me, my body sucking up his life-force. I slammed down one last time, grinding my clit into his groin, and moaned my orgasm in a loud voice as he shot his fifteenth load of cum into me. His vibrant life-force poured into me as my pleasure rolled through my body.
I threw back my head as the exquisite pleasure exploded through my body. Around me, every woman fell to the floor as my Lust washed through the room and triggered their own orgasms to surge through their bodies.
Feeling exhilarated, I stood up, the man's vile cum rolling wetly down my thighs. I stretched, enjoying the way my full breasts swayed. I looked down on the disgusting creature and smiled at his transformation. The man looked gaunt and old, his hair turned white and wrinkles creasing his face.
He gasped for breath, his face turning purple. "I hoped you liked it," I purred maliciously. "My heart," Lance wheezed, clutching his chest. "Please, I think I'm having a heart attack." "Ohh, then let me help you," I smiled down at him. Hope flared in his eyes, but that quickly vanished as I crushed his throat beneath my foot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday, August 6th, 6:49 PM Deer Creek Apartments, Summit, WA The doorbell rang as Thamina sat the plate of rice and lamb on the table. "Can you get it, Fiona?" Thamina asked. She kissed me on the lips cum inside my daughter pussy creampie before she walked back into the small kitchen.
I admired her ass beneath her long skirt. She still dressed like a good Muslim woman, long skirts, blouses with long sleeves and high necklines, and a headscarf wrapped about her black hair. "Sure, Mina," I said walking across the living room to the door. Things had been going really well in the six weeks since we escaped Mark's clutches. I still wasn't sure what we were. Friends? Lovers? Maybe we were girlfriends? I didn't know. We shared an apartment, and a bed. Thamina no longer regretted our lovemaking, but the guilt of being gay still gnawed at her.
If anyone asked, she would just say we were friends or roommates. And that hurt, just a little bit. I opened the door and fear clutched at my heart. "Lilith!" I blurted out. Behind me a plate shattered and Thamina gasped. Lilith smiled, her violet eyes glinting with hunger. She was dressed in a red, tight dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her lush figure.
Her silver hair was piled up one side of her head, and fell about her right shoulder, loose locks falling between her breasts. She wasn't flickering about the room like last time I saw her, when she stole Karen away from Good Sam Hospital.
That seemed like marsha may push ups or squats lifetime ago, when I was Mark's slave. "Fiona," she purred.
Behind Lilith stood four women. Two were vaguely familiar. A short, slim woman with black hair in a red halter-top and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her lithe figure. Her arm was entwined by a curvy, blonde woman with blue highlights in her hair and a round, smiling face. The other two women were more outlandish; a very tall woman, over seven feet tall, with a mane of scarlet hair and amber eyes. She wore a tight, black tanktop and a pair of camo pants.
Her grin was feral, a lioness staring at her prey and I swallowed as those amber eyes fixed on me. The other woman was as curvy as Lilith. Purple hair that fell about her perfect face; a pair of rose-colored eyes set above a dainty nose and pouty lips.
She wore a white, belly shirt that molded to her large tits, and a pair of daisy dukes. Frowning at the two normal-looking women, I asked, "You both were with Mark at the restaurant that night?" I grimaced as I remember the night Mark made me his whore for the first time.
I was a waitress at the Sky City Restaurant and my fellow waitresses and I were forced to serve Mark and Mary and two other women dinner, naked. We had to let them do whatever depraved thing they wanted to us. Just the memory of that night left me wanting to take a shower. The blonde had a sad look on her face.
"We were Mark's slaves, then," she said. "I am Lana, and this is my wife, Chantelle. Our Goddess, Lilith, set us free." A look of ecstasy crossed her lips as she said Lilith's name.
Lilith swept past me, into the house, looking around. Thamina was trembling at the table as the demoness looked around our apartment. My heart felt like it was in my throat as the freakishly tall woman pushed me aside as she followed Lilith in, a feral growl rumbling from her throat. The woman started stalking around the apartment, peering into doors and sniffing like a dog. "Don't mind Cora," Lilith said, sitting down on the couch and crossing her legs.
"My daughter is very protective of me." "Wh-what do you want," I squeaked as the other three women walked in. The violet-haired bombshell sat daintily next to Lilith as Chantelle and Lana knelt at the demoness's feet.
"Vengeance," Lilith answered, her eyes shining with hatred. "On Mark Glassner." "We want noting to do with him," Thamina blurted out. "We've moved past him." I sat down in the chair, licking my lips. I still had nightmares about being Mark's slave.
Terrible dreams where he walks into our apartment and makes us beg to be his again. I still felt filthy at all the things he made me do. Him and his slut, Mary. Everyday there were more stories of him on the news, more people talking about what a great man he was. The great reformer, the great God. Everyday the world slowly became his just a little bit more. Everyday I grew more and more scared that he would come back for us. "How?" I asked and Thamina gave me a hurt look. I ignored her.
"Worship me," Lilith smiled. "I am the only hope for women. Long have men oppressed us, used our bodies to satiate their lusts. Men are violent beasts. It is far past the time for women to do away with them entirely. Think how much greater the world would be without men." I frowned. "What do you mean, kill all the men?" Her smile deepened. That's exactly what she meant. "That's insane. We'd die off as a species." Lilith brushed Chantelle and the black-haired woman stood up as graceful as a dancer.
She pulled off her halter-top and wiggled out of her tight jeans and stood naked and proud in the center of the room.
Her body was slim and toned, and her fingers slid through a thin line of black hair that led to her shaved pussy. She pinched her clit and—it grew. "Holy fuck!" I gasped as her clit swelled up, lengthening into a long shaft.
The tip changed, turning into the head of a mushroom. Indoors fucking with a sexy slut hardcore creampie, I realized in amazement, the head of a cock.
Chantelle's transformed her clit into a penis, complete with a urethra. "It is fully functional," Lana purred, licking her lips. She stood up, wrapping her hand around her wife's cock and gave it a few pumps.
"I can attest to that. I'm pregnant with her child. We just found out yesterday." The two women shared a loving look and Chantelle rubbed at Lana's belly. My mouth widened. "This is fucking insane." "I am the only being that can stop Mark," Lilith boasted. "Worship me and I will protect you from his commands. Or wait until he makes you his slave again." I shivered at those words. I would never be Mark's slave again. I would rather die. I would rather worship Lilith, I realized bitterly.
"He set us free," Thamina protested. "He promised to leave us alone." "And what is the worth monicamilf in a dirty carwash norsk porno a man's promise?" demanded Lilith. "He will come for you, again. He will make you his, defile your bodies with his lusts! He will make you love his affections, rob you of your free will again!" "I'll do it!" I exclaimed.
Anger was burning inside me. Anger at Mark for making me enjoy his rape. Anger at my ex-boyfriend, Hank, for replacing me in the two brunette goes crazy gagging on a cock I was Mark's slut. And fueling that anger was the fear of being Mark's whore all over again. Thamina knelt before me, grasping my arm. Her dark eyes filled with tears. "Please, Fiona," she begged. "Don't serve this demon.
She is evil." I glanced down at her face. "Mark is worse. I'll never be his slave again." "Stay with me, Fiona," Thamina begged. "I.I love you. We can be happy, together." My emotions whirled inside me, a tangled mess. I looked down into her eyes and I saw the love there. Did I love her? What was she to me? We made love. Many times. And it was great.
But was that love? I hesitated, unsure what to do. And what if I stayed and Mark came for us? Fear, anger, love, hope. It was too much. I felt like I was about to be torn asunder. "I don't care if it's a sin to be with you," Thamina pressed on.
"Just stay with me. Please. I need you." Thamina jumped as Lilith knelt behind her, whispering into her ear, "Fiona can have a cock. She can be your husband. It's not a sin, then. All you have to do is just worship me." "Yes," I sighed, my eyes looking up at Chantelle's cock. What would that feel like? What would it feel like to shove my cock into Thamina's inviting pussy.
I stared down at her dusky face framed by her headscarf, her dark eyes pleading with me. Did I love Thamina? Maybe I did. I would miss waking up to her dusky face. "I can be your man, Mina. Then you wouldn't have to be ashamed of us." Thamina flinched at my words.
Her dark eyes stared up at me and a look of resignation filled her face. "I.I." She swallowed. "I want you, Fiona. I will be your wife and worship your Goddess." I blinked in shock. "We've only been together a month-and-a-half," I protested. "We can date, you can be my girlfriend. In a few months, I'm sure we'll have grown close enough to start talking about marriage." "No.
I am a Muslim. It is wrong what we have been doing." I scowled. "And worshiping Lilith is okay with Islam?" "I would be obeying my.husband," Thamina whispered. "I know you want me, Fiona." Her fingers were stroking my thigh through my jeans, sending a flush of warmth through my groin. I did want her I realized, as her dark eyes stared up at me. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ignore that growing itch between my legs.
Did I love her, though? I opened my mouth, but I couldn't find the words. Her eyes were so beautiful, especially looking up at me from between my thighs. "Yes," I answered. "I'll marry you." Thamina pulled my face to her and kissed me, then turned to Lilith.
"You can marry us, right?" Lilith laughed derisively. "Me, do something so prosaic? No, Lana or Chantelle can. They are my High Priestesses." "Then let's do it," Thamina said, squeezing my hand. "Wait, right now?" I asked. Thamina gave me a direct pigtail blonde teens toy fuck hardcore and lesbian. "That is my price, Fiona." Everyone was moving so quickly.
Thamina pulled me into the center of the room, holding my hand. Chantelle pulled out a few wilting, pink begonias in a vase and shoved them into Thamina's hands. When I objected that we needed rings, Chantelle came out of our bedroom with Thamina's jewelry box and fished out two rings. This was all just happening too fast. "We are gathered here to unite these women in love," Lana intoned as Thamina gripped my hands and smiled shyly at me.
She was so beautiful, I couldn't help smiling back at her. "To share their lives and burdens together, brought together by their worship of our Goddess, Lilith. Do you, Thamina, take this woman to be your wife? To love her, and cherish her, and be her partner in all things?" "I do," Thamina said confidently as I slid the ring down her finger.
Lana repeated the same vow to me and I was surprised at how calm I sounded when I said, "I do." The ring was cold as it slid down my finger. Thamina was blushing prettily when Lana declared us married and I found myself pulling my wife to me and kissing her gently on the lips. Chantelle was crying and clapping when we broke the kiss and Lilith was staring at us expectantly.
I knelt, and Thamina knelt next to me. Lana spoke, and Thamina and I recited in unison, "I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, from now until the end of time." "And now to consummate our agreement and bestow my blessing upon you," Lilith pronounced and her dress melted away into red smoke leaving her lush body exposed. Her clit swelled, growing into a cock and suddenly Lilith's lust swept into me and I groaned, gripping my new wife's hand as a delicious orgasm rippled through my body.
Thamina gasped next to me, her hand trembling as she came. "Your blessing?" I asked as I watched Lilith push Thamina onto her back, Thamina's clothes vanishing in a puff of red smoke.
Lilith was about to fuck my wife, I realized. "To make you hers," Lana said. "To give you your gift, and plant our Goddess's child inside you." "What?" I asked. Lana glanced fondly at the hulking Cora. thick dick ass picnic seymore butts bradys pop productions is the mother of monsters," Lana explained. "Her seed will grow inside Thamina's belly and her child will be special.
Sadly, a woman can only bear her one child without suffering ill-effects. Other women are needed to bear our Goddess's children." "Oh, yes," Thamina moaned as Lilith's cock penetrated her pussy and my wife orgasmed a second time beneath Lilith's thrusts. "Lilith's child grows quickly," Chantelle said.
She was sitting next mofos new couch for a rough fuck the purple-haired woman. "My Lamia was in me only forty days." Lamia snuggled up against her mother and Chantelle stroked her purple hair. "Oh, Fiona, this is amazing!" Thamina gasped.
"Oh, wow!" Then she was screaming in Arabic, a musical sound that filled my ears with delight. I watched Lilith's perfect ass pump above my wife and I couldn't wait for my turn to be fucked by my Goddess. I reached out and grasped Thamina's hand and she squeezed me as another orgasm racked her body and then Lilith moaned and slammed her cock into my wife and everyone in the room felt our Goddess's orgasm roll through the air.
Stars swam before my eyes at the intensity of Lilith's orgasm and when my vision cleared I saw my silver-haired Goddess above me. Her silver hair brushed my cheek and my clothes dissolved into red smoke and I was naked beneath her. Lilith's large breasts rubbed against me as she parted my thighs. Her cock brushed my pussy lips and another orgasm exploded through me. And then the shaft was sliding in and out of me. "Oh my God!" I groaned. "Goddess," Lilith hissed, thrusting hard into me.
"Yes, yes!" I moaned as another orgasm rolled through me. Her cock was ecstasy in my cunt, every touch ignited a fire in my nerves. "My Goddess! I am yours!" "Yes, you are," she purred, stabbing her cock into me over and over. I was lost to the pleasure as orgasm after orgasm crashed through my body.
I was pleasure. Every nerve in my body was alive and fed by Lilith's passion. Her skin was hot silk, her breath a sweet spice, her nipples hard diamonds. I shrieked so loud as I felt her seed explode into me, white-hot magma that sent my nerves erupting in pleasure so intense that nothing else mattered.
"Fiona," a voice whispered, distant. "Fiona." The voice was growing louder. "Fiona!" Someone was shaking me. My eyes opened and Thamina's face was above me. "What happened?" I asked. "You passed out," Thamina smiled and then kissed me.
I sat up and saw that my Goddess was dressed. "Come to Seattle tomorrow," she commanded. "Lana will leave the address. I give you this night to consummate your marriage." "Thank you, my Goddess," Thamina whispered.
I felt her hand stroking me. It felt weird, like something was protruding between my legs. "Enjoy," Lana grinned at me.
Thamina's hand felt so wonderful, whatever she was doing. I sat up on my elbows and saw a cock growing out of my crotch. I was hard and Thamina's hand was firm silk and every time she brushed the head, new pleasure rolled through my body.
"I have a cock," I whispered. "You can make it come and go," Chantelle explained, "Just concentrate." "Let's go to bed," Thamina said eagerly.
"I need my husband in me." "I'm your wife," I corrected. "Ooh, no wife could have such a beautiful cock," Thamina purred, then I gasped as her mouth sucked the head into her lips. "Holy shit, that's amazing, Mina!" I gasped.
Thamina grinned at me and I stood up and she dragged me into our bedroom and sprawled onto the bed. She was naked, her skin a beautiful, dusky color, her black hair spread out like a fan about her.
Her bosom heaved with passion, her dark nipples hard. Her neatly trimmed bush was matted with our Goddess's seed. I crawled onto the bed, atop my wife, and she pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips. I found her wet pussy with my cock and moaned as I pushed into her velvety depths. "Oh wow," I gasped.
"That's amazing! I love you, Mina." I did, I realized. I did love her. "I love you, Fiona," she moaned as her hips rotated beneath me. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my soft breasts, her hands roaming my back, sliding down to cup my ass.
"I am your wife!" My wife. Then a thought occurred to me. "Aren't I allowed more than one wife?" I asked her. "Doesn't Islam let a husband marry other women?" "Yes!" Thamina gasped as I fucked my cock in and out of her cunt. "Up to four." "Would you like that?" I asked her. "Other wives for us to fuck. Imagine the fun we could have." "Yes, yes, yes!" Thamina gasped.
I felt her cunt spasming about my cock as she thrashed beneath me. I kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth and kept right on fucking her through her orgasm.
I held her tightly and rolled onto my back. "Ride me, wife!" I ordered. "Let me see those beautiful breasts bounce." Thamina sat up, her breasts thrust forward and bounced so beautifully as she rose up and down my cock. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my cock. I slid a hand up her dusky skin and cupped her left breast and felt her nipple hard beneath my fingers.
She smiled at me, tossing her beautiful, dark hair as she threw her head back in pleasure. "Oh, Mina!" I moaned. "Your pussy feels amazing!" I felt this growing pressure deep inside me. In my ovaries. Something wanted to escape my body. "I think I'm about to cum!" "Yes, yes, flood me with your cum!" Thamina panted. "Umm, I love your cock!" That feeling of release grew and grew and then this intense pleasure surged through me and I could feel my cum pumping out of my cock, flooding into my wife's pussy!
"Yes, oh fuck, that's amazing!" I pulled my wife down to kiss me. Being married wasn't all that bad, I realized. Not with such a beautiful woman as my wife. I shrunk my cock. I wanted to enjoy my wife as a woman for awhile. Thamina happily spun about, presenting her well-fucked cunt to my lips. White cum stained her pussy, a mix of my sperm and my Goddess's.
She tasted delicious and I shuddered as her tongue started lapping at my cunt. Being married definitely wasn't all that bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday, September 22nd, 10:33 PM - Q13 Fox New Studio, Seattle, Babe in her wedding dress gets banged we are joined by Mark and Mary Glassner," Debra Horne-Dannell introduced.
Debra had almost been fired from Q13 for proclaiming me a God during a live broadcast and posting the entirety of the firefight at our house and my subsequent healing on Youtube.
The Miracle of South Hill everyone called it. I pulled babe shows off her beautiful body mavenhouse strings, and now she was the co-anchor for the local news. Debra had an awed look in her eyes as she stared at Mary and me. "We are honored to have you here tonight, my Lord and Lady." "Always nice to see you, Debra," Mary answered, warmly.
"Thank you for having us," I smiled. Debra blushed. I bet she was remembering all the times she sucked my cock. "It's my pleasure. You are here tonight to promote a gun-buyback program you are sponsoring in Tacoma this Saturday?" I nodded. "It's a great opportunity to get some guns off the street. After the attack, I know from experience just how dangerous guns in the wrong hands can be." Mary smiled. "Our country is awash in guns.
It may have made sense to have an armed population two hundred years ago. But, the Founding Fathers could never have anticipated just how deadly guns would become." Debra nodded in agreement. "It has become quite an epidemic in this country," she interjected.
"Exactly," I said, turning to face the camera. We were live; Mary and I always insisted on doing interviews live so our commands could actually affect people. They didn't work if recorded for some reason. "I want everyone out there watching us tonight that isn't a police officer or in the military, to bring their guns to the Courthouse in Tacoma.
Amazon has graciously donated hundred dollar gift cards to anyone that turns in their guns. Gorgeous teen carolina sweets has her pussy ruined starts at Ten AM and will go all day." The greatest threat to Mary's and my safety was someone with a gun. The more guns we got out of the hands of people not under my power, the safer we would be. Even with the amulets Sam invented, they were still a danger to us. Sam, our former sex slave turned Vizier, had started taking the knowledge of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor and applying them in new ways.
She modified a charm that could be placed on amulets to deflect arrows and, after many tries, got them to work on bullets. Everyone in our employ, the sluts, our bodyguards, and our family members, wore these bronze amulets. One hung around my neck and another nestled in Mary's cleavage. They created a field that could deflect bullets, but they weren't perfect. A powerful enough gun could still penetrate the field and automatic fire could overwhelm the amulet pretty fast.
"Well, I can't wait to see the turnout," Debra smiled, then dasha amp mia anal foursome nasty sluts dpedrs at Mary. "Rumor has it that you're pregnant." Mary's smile grew and she reached over and gripped my hand.
"I am. Almost eight weeks. We found out a week after the wedding." Debra clapped her hands. "I am so happy for you, my Lady." I glanced at my wife, squeezed her hand. I was happy too. The first two months of our marrige was going perfectly.
Except Brandon Fitzsimmons and Lilith were out there, somewhere. The interview wrapped up, and we walked to the elevators, surrounded by our bodyguards. We were getting strange reports out of the Midwest. It seemed Brandon had used his copy of the Book to gain powers. There were many reports of women disappearing after their boyfriends or husbands committed suicide.
Some of the women would show up alive, confused about what happened to them, others were found badly beaten or dead, and a few hadn't been seen at all. A man, fitting Brandon's description, was often seen around these incidents. I kept hoping a Nun would show up and deal with him.
They couldn't leave me alone for a week. Was it too much to hope that one would show up and deal with Brandon? There were still a few out there, according to Tiffany. Though no Nuns were left in North America. It was looking like Mary and I would have to deal with him personally. Sending the authorities after Brandon would just get more people killed. After the gun-buyback in Tacoma, I would have to make the time. He wouldn't be hard to defeat.
His mother was dead so he couldn't bind anyone with the Zimmah ritual. I would just order his Thralls not to fight and our conflicting orders would freeze them in place.
Then it would be child's play for our bodyguards to take him. Brandon wasn't nearly as dangerous as Lilith was. It had been two months since Karen died and there was still no sign of Chantelle and Lana. Their images were on wanted posters, ran on the news, and no one had come forward with any reliable information on them. They were the only lead we had on tracking Lilith's child down.
Lilith alia bhatt fuck story hardcore out there, somewhere, plotting against us. I brooded on that thought as we rode the elevator down to the parking garage. Our guard tonight was made up by A Squad, a mix of the old bodyguards that survived the attack and volunteers. The first two classes had finished their Police training, adding fifteen new members to the guard.
These were women who agreed to be our slaves, to serve and protect their Gods. Four other women had also joined the bodyguards, cops that quit their jobs and traveled across the Country to join up. As soon as we had enough, we would free the original bodyguards that we forced to protect us.
We would let them choose to stay or be free, just like we had with the sluts. With Lilith and Brandon out there, we needed to keep them just a little longer. I was getting worried about what our enemies were up to, so I've quietly made arrangements in case something goes wrong.
I used Mary's older sister, Shannon, and her fiancee, George. He traveled a lot on business and he had the perfect cover to make some purchases around the country. Leah waited for us at the limo, looking sexy in her white corset and short, black skirt. The limo was new, having just arrived a week ago.
It was armored, the doors heavy with Kevlar plates and six inches of bullet-resistant glass. The limo was a beast, practically a tank. Mary slid in first and then I followed. Jessica, our press secretary-slut, was last, sitting opposite us inside the limo as Mary snuggled angie jibaja bbw anal sex love pussy to me and I kissed her on the lips.
Mary slid her hand down and rubbed at my cock through my pants and grinned when she felt how hard I was. "Horny stallion," she fondly said, then yawned. "Jessica, attend to my husband." "Absolutely, Mistress," Jessica smiled. Mary laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. She had a little less energy these days, because of the pregnancy, and it was getting late.
I stroked her cheek and she smiled softly as Jessica knelt before me. Our slut was wearing a transparent blouse that showed her beautiful, caramel breasts and dark nipples through the sheer fabric. She knelt down before me as the limo started to move, unzipping my pants and sucking my cock into her lips. "Thank you, Mare," I whispered.
sexy asians marica and cindy hot some action the best wife." "I know," she murmured, sleepily. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, September 23nd, 9:17 AM Main Gate, JBLM, WA I moaned as Ashley settled her cunt down on my hard cock in the back of my limo.
The blonde teen, the first of my concubines, threw back her head and moaned wantonly, "Oh, Brandon! Your cock feels so amazing!" "Lucky girl," pouted the auburn-haired Sherri as she lay entwined with her twin sister, Terri, on the opposite seat. The twin sisters' freckled breasts were pressed together as Terri pulled her sister's face back to hers.
I smiled, watching the sisters kiss, Sherri's ass flexing as she ground her pussy into her twin's. They were my second and third concubines. I found them in the parking lot of a Motel Six. Terri's boyfriend had objected when he found me kissing his girl and took a swing at my face. He almost hit me before I froze his muscles with a command. I had Terri execute him for daring to strike at a God.
He had blubbered so pathetically as his girlfriend took my gun, put it to his head, and killed him. I had to keep the twins, they had green eyes, freckled faces, and pouty lips. With their auburn hair, they were almost like Mary.
When I fucked them, I could almost pretend that they were Mark's wife. I couldn't wait to take her as mine before Mark. To make her love my cock more than his and watch the pain in his face as his wife cums on my cock and begs me for more. Mary would make a fine concubine once we flushed Mark's child out of her belly. I smiled, I couldn't wait to have them in my power.
I would have my wife, Desiree, back, too, adding her to my growing harem. There were another four ladies back at the hotel, and Victoire, of course. She was driving the limo, her hazel eyes glancing enviously at Ashley in the rear view mirror. She was a French model I found at O'Hare Airport. She was on a layover and I made her mine in the airport lounge. After making my Pact, I was—sidetracked. There were just so many beautiful women, I found, that were begging to be fucked.
I kept the most pleasing women as my concubines, and disposed of the rest. Before I realized it, over a month had passed and I had not gotten one step closer to my revenge. But that was about to change. There was a rap on the window. An MP guarding the Main Gate of Fort Lewis was standing there, peering into the tinted windows.
I signaled Victoire to roll the windows down. Ashley kept riding my cock. She knew better than to stop. I hadn't had to chastise her in weeks and all her bruises had faded. "What the fuck!" the MP gasped.
"I am your God," I commanded. "Escort me to the commanding officer of your Post." "Yes, sir!" the MP saluted. I had to give more orders, of course. The sergeant in charge of the gate had to be brought in line, but in a few minutes, I had an MP escort to Lieutenant General Arthur Brooks, commanding officer of I Corps and Joint Base Lewis-McChord.
A few years ago, neighboring McChord Air Force Base and Fort Lewis were combined into one installation. Somehow it saved money.
Ashley pumped her hips atop me as we drove through the base, moaning her pleasure. I stared out the window at the all the soldiers we were passing.
The start of my army. On Saturday, I will have Mark crawling on his belly before me. Just five more days and the world will know who I am and tremble before my Anna deville cutie puts her legs behind her For I am their rightful God. The Great and Powerful Brandon! I closed my eyes, pictured Mark Glassner kneeling in defeat before me, the false God cast down by the True, and came in Ashley's sweet cunt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday, September 25th, 10:32 AM City Hall, Seattle, WA "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor," Nate Kirkpatrick said, knocking on the heavy, oak door of the Mayor's office "Oh, come in, Nate," the Mayor answered. I followed Nate in. He was a big, burly man with brown hair that was quickly balding.
He was the Manager of Human Resources at City hall. I say was, because my daughter killed him last night and then took on his appearance. I was really proud of my daughter, she was only a few days old and she already was accomplishing so much for Lilith.
She was a Mazikeen, a creature that could assume any form she pleased. "This is your new assistant," Nate said, motioning to me. "Fiona Cavanagh." "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mayor," I lied. The Mayor, a fairly fit man for someone in his early sixties, reached out and shook my hand. He was tall, his hair obviously dyed black to hide the gray, and he had a firm handshake. His desk was neat; a computer, a pen cup, and a photo of the Mayor and his husband at their civil wedding were the only items resting on the dark wood.
"You can call me Craig or Mayor Erikson," he said cross dresser pimped out by wife a smile, shaking my hand. "I'm sorry to hear about the passing of your previous assistant," I said. His name was Shaun, and Thamina's daughter by Lilith, Tir, had infected him with a sony liyan se xxxx videysupop nasty, and very lethal, disease.
Grief clouded the Mayor's face. "Yeah, he was a special young man." "Well, I'll go get set up at my desk," I said. "Oh, of course," Mayor Erikson said. Once his door was closed, I whispered to my daughter, "You did good, Ziki." A loving look appeared on the face my daughter wore, recognizable to me through the fat man's face she wore. I reached out and stroked her stubbled cheek fondly.
"Well, Mother, I have other hires to make," Ziki told me. I nodded, and sat down at the desk. Slowly, Seattle would be Lilith's, I thought happily.
A few minutes later, Lamia walked in. She was Chantelle's daughter by Lilith, and I dialed the Mayor's phone. "Your 10:45 is here, sir." "I don't see an appointment on my schedule?" the Mayor objected. "Maybe Shaun didn't get a chance to update your schedule, sir." "Yeah, you're probably right," he sighed, his voice thick with grief.
He cleared his throat. "Okay, send him in." "Her, sir. A Miss Lamia. She has something very important to show you." Lamia smiled naughtily at me, her purple hair framing her face beautifully. She walked to the door, and I couldn't help watching her tight ass sway beneath the short skirt of her dress. Lamia could make any one man at a time to be her love-slave, even a gay man like the Mayor.
She would just need a few hours to imprint him. I just had to keep visitors away until then. I heard a low moan and Lamia's throaty laugh through the door and smiled. I picked up the phone and dialed my wife. "Mina, my first day is going perfectly," I told her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I watched from the Shadows as Melvyn Howland read Professor Scrivener's final message when it appeared on the University of Wisconsin's assignment website.
The news of sex siren august ames gets her pussy drilled hard Professor's death had already spread through the campus. He had been found shot dead this morning. Melvyn read the note with a sick fascination. It was all about who was responsible for his death and his interesting translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.
Melvyn, or Mel to his friends, wasn't the first to read the final message. But he was the first to post the Professor's translation to an occult forum, the UnearthedArcana.com, and linked his post to Reddit. I marveled at the technology of this age. In the past, such a book would take weeks of painstakingly hard work to copy it perfectly.
But now, this young man just shared it to the entire world in a matter of seconds. For weeks, nothing happened. People read it, discussed its contents, dismissed it as fiction or a hoax. It was Simon Arterbury, posting under the name atterboy-simon, who had the theory that Mark Glassner must have made a Pact with Lucifer.
"All his powers can be explained by this book," he typed. Other users shouted him down, all full believers in their false God, Mark, and not willing to believe that such a perfect being would soil himself by consorting with demons. That comment brought a smile to my lips. These humans were such blind fools, I observed with amused contempt.
Simon, desiring to prove them wrong, went to a horny brunette in an intense pussy and anal play store and bought a T-bone steak and waited for dawn on the balcony of his small apartment, his tiny grill burning. He was twenty-seven years old, obsessed with watching high school girls. From his balcony, he had a clear view of the local High School's field and he loved photographing the cheerleaders as they practiced.
"The Shining One, Son of the Morning," Simon called out. I could smell his sweet offering and his words pulled me to the Mortal World. "I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that he may beg three favors from you!" I wasn't able to have the dramatic entrance I preferred. There was just no room on the balcony for that. I had to settle for his startled jump as I materialized next to him.
I was dressed in my usual, dapper suit, dark as smoke, and put a friendly smile on my face, to put the insect at ease. "Holy shit!" Simon exclaimed. "That worked." We quickly got down to business. His wishes were so pedestrian. "I want the entire Varsity Cheerleading Squad of Townsend High School to appear before me as my willing sex slaves.
I want the stamina to be able to fuck them all without rest. And, I want a billion dollars." I left the man to fuck his teenage cheerleaders in his cramped apartment.
Much later, Simon dragged himself away from his harem to post on the forum: "I did it haters, fuk you and fuk your god! Lucifer gave me entire cheerleading squad!! *-)" He uploaded a photo of himself surrounded by the smiling, naked cheerleaders holding pompoms. The idiot was arrested two days later for kidnapping and the rape of minors. Well, he had that billion to spend on his defense. Others summoned me after that. Scotty Adams wished for the ability to turn himself invisible, that women would enjoy it when he molested them while invisible, and not to suffer the effects of exposure while invisible.
I don't think the man ever plans on being visible again, and soon the Ghost of Paris, Texas became infamous. Augustin Kudrna wished for every married woman to desire him and let him fuck them, for their husbands to not object as he fucked their wives, and for every woman he fucks to conceive a child, if possible.
Yoshida Emi, a teenage girl in Japan, constantly bullied, wished for the ability to kill anyone if she writes their name down in a notebook. She got this idea from something called 'Death Note'. That's all she wanted. I didn't have a problem getting a bargain like that. I had to make one addendum to her power. Mark and Mary Glassner had to be immune.
"I made a pact with them," I explained to the girl. I needed them, I couldn't very well let some stupid girl ruin all my plans.
A rash of unexplained deaths plagued Yamamura High School. Marcus Arthursson wished for people to obey his commands, to reshape any woman he wanted to, usually into his ideal woman, and to have a big cock. The city of St. Paul, Minnesota, was flooded with big-breasted women who appeared in their twenties with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. Aging women from around the world traveled to St. Paul to regain their youths at the hands of the 'Doctor' Arthursson.
Getting fucked by him was a small price to pay for youth restored. Marissa Beckett, separated from her husband, Steven, wished for his cock to never get hard again, for the whore he was fucking to have the worst case of gonorrhea, and for her final wish, Marissa wanted to get back the body she had at twenty-one and stay that way forever. She was excited to try out her restored youth and get laid. Lenox MacCrumb of Scotland wished to be superman. Well, I made him use three wishes to get some of Superman's powers.
He went with Invulnerability, Heat Vision, and Flight and then set about fighting crime in Glasgow complete with blue tights and a red cape. Never had I been so busy. To be continued.