The Devil's Pact - S01 E177

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E177

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 177

"I was bad, then," Karen said. "I didn't know how kind and great Master and Mistress were. My actions caused Korina to be shot and Desiree to almost die." There were tears in the young girls eyes. "Master and Mistress punished me and then forgave me and now I happily serve them."

"More will come," Mark said. "And now we've protected ourselves against their most potent weapon, thanks to you, mom."

I gaped at my son. "This is to much," said. "I...I need some time."

"Of course," he said, disappointment painting his face. "Choose a girl and she'll take you to a bedroom. You can let her stay, warm you bed. She'll be quite willing."

I swallowed they were all beautiful, and I didn't really want to be alone. Not after what I did. My pussy ached as all these beautiful women looked eagerly at me, lust painted on their faces. God, I could see how Mark grew to like this. All these beautiful, naked women willing to do whatever you wanted to them.

"You are on TV," I said, recognizing the caramel-skinned one.

"Yes," she said, with a smile. "I'm Jessica St. Pierre, reporter for KIRO 7 News."

"You always looked so beautiful on TV, told her. "Would you mind..."

"I'd be honored to," Jessica purred. "You are the mother of Master. I'll do whatever you want." Her smile promised so much and I found myself being led away. This wouldn't do, I thought, as led me into a bedroom and her mouth eagerly kissed me.

Jessica was pushing me back onto the bed. She smelled of cinnamon and jasmine. How was I supposed to think straight when this sexy minx was sucking at my breast? God help me, but I wanted one for myself, my very own slut. I could think later, I could grieve later, for now Jessica was lithe and wet and gasped sweetly as my finger slid into her cunt.

I waited at the carousel for American Airlines flight 2269. It was supposed to be in at 1:35 PM, but it was already closer to three and still the plane hadn't landed. I stiffed a yawn, and rubbed my eyes, staring up at the Arrival Board, hoping for a change in the status of Antsy's plane. Nope, still delayed.

I didn't sleep well last night. After my mom was taken away by Jessica, I tried to sleep but I was haunted by bad dreams. I was always looking for my dad and I always arrived too late. I would be terrified that I missed him and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I would be crying, others I would be filled with such profound anger I wanted to pound my fists against something. anything.

Every time, Mary was there to hold me, to calm me down. She never complained, never even gave me a dirty look. All she gave me was compassion and understanding. In the morning, my mom looked just as haggard as I felt. She was sitting in the kitchen, chatting with the sluts, sipping a cup of coffee.

"I don't understand how you got your powers," she finally said after staring at me. "But, I think I understand why you do it." A flush crept down her face, and she glanced at Jessica who sat listlessly, sipping her coffee. I wonder if she got any sleep at all. "It's intoxicating, being in control."

I nodded. "Especially if you haven't been in control your entire life."

And she nodded and thanked me. "I needed to go," she finally sald. "I have to think, but I understand."

"Antsy flying in today, she'll want to see you," I told her.

"I'll be at home," mom answered.

"There's a house available just down the street," I had told her. "Quite a few, actually."

"Maybe," she said, tiredly. I had Desiree drive her home.

"I'm sorry, Alice," Mary was speaking into her phone with her friend, Alice. I should say friend with benefits, since all they seemed to do is get together at a motel and have sex. I didn't trust Alice. When I met her on Thursday, it was quite clear she was in love with Mary. "Listen, Mark's dad died last night, okay. I needed to be here for him." She paused, listening to Alice. "I know, we'll get together soon, okay."

Mary and I headed to the airport, arriving about twenty minutes before Antsy's flight was supposed to arrive. 01 and 09 were our bodyguards, driving 01's State Patrol car. And then we waited. And waited. Sitting on these fucking uncomfortable seats.

"Well, I guess not even you can make a flight be on time," Mary had joked when I complained about how late the flight was.