Chapter 6: Mary's Decision

"I'm going to go upstairs and wait," Mark told me. "If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won't stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. I love you Mary."

I heard Mark stand up and leave the room as I sobbed into my hands. No wonder I acted the whore today. A man I never met tells me to do the most depraved things and I just did them, without thought or question. It was like he had some animal magnetism, that he awoken some lust buried inside me, that I chose to do these things. That these feelings naturally led to me falling in love with him. But to find out that he controlled me. That I was little more than a puppet dancing on his whims. Fuck, it was more than I could take, my body shook as I cried. The weight of learning Mark had the magical power, from the Devil no less, that let him control people just by telling them what to was crushing my soul.

And the worst part was, I loved him. I ached for him. I wanted to run upstairs and shout out how much I loved him and embrace him and kiss him and ... and fuck him. But how could I trust myself around him. With a simple command, I would be putty in his hand, free to perform whatever perverse acts he imagined.

Perverse acts you enjoyed.

No! He made me enjoy them. As long as I am around him, I would be as much his slave as Allison and Desiree.

But he released you. He freed you from his power. If he wanted to, he could make you stay, make you want to be with him, and make you forget you ever were even angry with him. With a word, you would beg him to degrade you further. You would crawl after him on your hands and knees.

No! No! No! I am my own woman. I'm not Mark's slave. I'm not an object to satiate his lusts! My soul was torn in pieces.

I stood up, I had to get out of here. Wrapping the robe about me, I grabbed the keys to the Eos Mark had ... had stolen for me. Christ, this was fucked up. I was dressed only in the flimsiest of silk robes. It did little to cover my naked body beneath, but there was no time to change. What if he came back downstairs and brainwashed me again. Panic gripped my heart and I bolted from the table. As I raced through the living room I grabbed one of the Old Navy shopping bags Allison had carelessly left on the floor. I did not care what outfits were in there. I could change latter, once I was away. Once I was free.

I rushed outside, unlocking the Eos and jumping in. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned the key. The car started with a low purr. I was going to escape, I was going to leave, to be free. I grabbed the gear shift and froze. You love him. The sentence seemed to float from the deepness of my soul. You love him.

But, he hurt me. He degraded me. Fresh sobs wracked my body

Yes. But who hasn't hurt the one they love.

Tears rolled down my cheek, my stomach tangled with emotions. I tried to put the car into gear, but my hand refused to move. If I just put the car in reverse, I would be free. Come on, girl, it's not worth the risk. If you go back, you'll just be his slave again.

You're free right now. Mark gave you a choice. No matter what you choose, you're free.

He hurt me. How can I return to him.

You love him. You can forgive him.

I froze. I could forgive him. My heart thumped in my chest. I could forgive him. I loved Mark, ached for him. My hands trembled on the gear stick. It didn't matter why I loved him. Mark was right, it just mattered that I did love him. And he loved me. If he didn't love me, he would treat me just like Allison and Desiree. Like a whore. You seen him with other women. Half the time he could careless if they enjoyed the sex, if they had an orgasm. But with me he make sure I have fun, that I cum.

And what about Allison and Desiree. I can't deny that I didn't get off ordering them around, treating them as objects to satiate my lusts. There was something intoxicating about someone who would do whatever filthy thing you desire. A beautiful woman who was more than happy to get down on her knees and pleasure you with her tongue, her fingers. Mark cold have had that from me. He did have that from me, back at my work with Cynthia and Vivian. And he freed me. Could I do the same to Allison or Desiree. I shifted in the seat, my pussy itched with desire. No, I don't think I could. There were definitely perks staying with Mark. But, what if makes me his slave again? I loved Mark, but did I trust him.

Then, in a single moment of clarity, it came to me. There was a way to make sure we would forever be equals in our love, that I could trust him.

The front door opened. A car engine started.

Mary was going to leave.

I sobbed into my hands. Mary was right to leave me. I never should have told her to love me. I never should have told her to fuck me, or destroy her relationship with her boyfriend. I brought her nothing but betrayal and pain. How did you do that to someone you loved. The guilt threatened to swallow my soul.

I snorted in derision. My soul. What did that matter, it wasn't even mine anymore. I sold it for these power. And one day with my powers and this was the result. I fucked up badly. I was an idiot to think I would stop being a loser just because I got powers.

What did anything matter.

Love is for the weak, a voice whispered in my head, bringing me back from the brink of despair. Remember what you promised yourself this morning. You are a new man. You don't need guilt. You also don't need love. Love just made you cared about those whores. And now you lost your favorite. Your saucy filly.

She wasn't my whore, though. You don't love your whore. And I loved Mary. This wasn't just lust. I felt something different with her than with Cynthia and Vivian. And she means more to me than Allison, who I feel a certain fondness for.

Maybe you loved her, but she didn't love you back. She just did what you told her.

I pulled out the ring box from my pants pocked and opened it up to stare at the diamond engagement ring. In the dark room, without any light to reflect its brilliant fire, it was just another dull stone. Just like Mary's soul. Mary never loved me, she just reflected the light of my commands, reflecting a brilliant fire that enchanted me, blinded me with its beauty. But without my commands, there was nothing to reflect, just a dull soul who was disgusted with me, hated me.

The case snapped shut. I should get rid of the ring. Flush it down the toilet, throw it in the garbage. I didn't need it. I had my whores. All I would ever have is my whores. Allison and Desiree and more would come. You didn't love a whore. You didn't marry a whore. You just fucked a whore, poured your cum into her mouth, pussy, or ass. Allison and Desiree were wet and willing just down the hall. I could forget all about love and Mary between their thighs. My cock stirred in my pants. I would fuck them raw.

"Mark," a voice whispered in the dark.

I looked up and my heart froze. "Mare?" I asked in disbelief, seeing her beautiful form outlined in the doorway. I was so lost in thought, I hadn't even noticed the door open, light flooding in from the hallway, silhouetting her nude body beneath the silk robe. She was an angel, shining brilliantly with love. She was free of my commands, she was reflecting the brilliance of her own love.

She floated to me and knelt beside me and I embraced her, sobbing on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Mary, so sorry." Everything I had been feeling: guilt, shame, fear, heartbreak, despair, poured out of my soul. Her gentle arms encircled me, silky hair brushing my cheek.

"Shh," Mary whispered, rocking me in her comforting arms. "I forgive you. But, there needs to be a change." She pulled away, cupping my face in her soft hands and her green eyes peered through my eyes into my soul.

"Anything," I begged.

"We need to be equals," Mary stated. "Our relationship can never last if we're not equals."

"Of course, Mare," I said happily, and hugged her tightly and Mary hugged me tightly, back. "Of course."

"To be equals, I need to make my own pact."

I stiffened in her arms. "You know what your saying. You would sell your soul."

"Yes," she answered. "Then we'll be equals."

I swallowed. I wanted to argue that it wasn't worth it. But I never would have met this beautiful, forgiving woman with out my own Pact. "Okay," I agreed, forcing down my objections.

Mary relaxed and was overcome with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes. I gently wiped a tear away and she kissed my palm. And then we were both crying and hugging and then we were kissing passionately. Her tongue was hot in my mouth. Somehow, the pink robe had come undone and her breasts where in my hands, soft and firm, her nipples hard as my fingers gently played with them and Mary moaned softly into my mouth. The scent of coconut filled my nose, strands of auburn hair brushed my face. Soft hands were unbuttoning my pants and then they found my cock, hard and throbbing, and freed it from the prison of my clothes.

I was standing up, and Mary was cradled in my arms. Her arms were around my neck and we kissed before I laid her out on the bed. She was lithe and wet and wiggling and so beautiful. I pulled my shirt off and shoved off my pants and underwear. Her eyes glistened with desire and her arms and legs spread open as I laid on top of her, and she pulled me into her embrace. Mary's tongue was hot in my mouth, while her delicate fingers grasped my cock and guided it to wet pussy.

Her pussy lips felt like silk as she rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. And then the head found her hole and I was inside my love. We both groaned together and we slowly writhed in unison. Kissing and panting. Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting and oh so sweet.

"I love you," I whispered as my cock plunged slowly, over and over into her wetness. "I love you, too," she whispered back, kissing me, grinding her clit into my pelvis as I bottomed out inside her.

Our hips moved with more urgency, my cock fanning the flames of her orgasm, her pussy fanning mine. My hands found a breast, firm and soft in my hand. Her fingers racked my back as her passions built. "So close," she whispered into my ear, biting gently. Our hips were fucking each other hard. "Harder, harder, my stallion!" she moaned. And then my filly bucked underneath me as her pleasure surged through her body. My filly's pussy milked my cock as she spasmed in pleasure and my seed emptied deep into my love.

I rolled off Mary and she snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest, auburn hair spilling across me. I stroked her hair and she sighed contentedly, her own hand lazily stroking my stomach. We laid like that, enjoying the feel of the other, the peace and happiness. Her breathing slowed and she fell asleep upon me. I closed my eyes and joined her in sleep.

Something was warm and wet sucking on my dick, sucking me back to consciousness. It was dark, still the middle of the night, and Mary's mouth was on my dick, her tongue swirling around my cock's sensitive head. In the dark, I could see her kneeling beside me, her hips next to my head. Her auburn hair, black in the darkness, spread across her face like a curtain.

I reached out, caressing her leg, running my hand up to her ass and gently pulled her to me. Her leg lift and she straddled my face. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and she lowered her pussy to my lips. My nose pressed into her slit, breathing her desire in, as my lips and tongue found her hard, spongy clit. I sucked her clit as she deep-throated my cock and we both moaned into the other's sex.

I drank her nectar, sweet and spicy, as she bobbed her head on my dick. She would bob rapidly a few times, then deep-throat me, her throat constricting tightly about my cock as her lips kissed my pubic hair, before sliding up and starting over. I sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet, sucking pussy, wiggling and fucking my fingers into her, searching for her G-Spot. When I found it, she bucked on top of me, sucking hard on my cock.

We came together, my cum flooding her mouth, her juices flooding my mouth. Mary slid up to me and we kissed, tasting each other's pleasure. This time, I laid my head on her soft breasts and drifted off to sleep in my love's embrace.

Soft light was filtering through the window as the sun rose over Mount Rainier. Mary's body pressed against my side, her back away from me and her ass soft on my hip. My right arm was trapped beneath her so I rolled onto my side and pressed up against her and held my sleeping love. I dozed holding her, Mary's ass rubbing softly against my cock, which started hardening against the silk of her skin.

I started to kiss the slope of her neck, running a hand from her hip, up her side and cupping a small breast. Mary sighed, rubbing her ass against my cock. Then my cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing along her slit. Mary shifted some more, rubbing her cunt along my cock and between her smooth thighs. Her cunt started to moisten as I slowly fucked my dick along her groove.

"Ohh, put it in!" Mary moaned, sleepily.

I shifted my hips and the head of my cock slid into her pussy and I slowly fucked her. Mary turned her head and we kissed. It felt good to be in her cunt, the walls gripping my dick with a silky grip. "God, you feel good," I whispered in her ear, kissing and biting her lobe. "Feels good to be in my filly!"

She grabbed the hand on her breast and dragged it down to her cunt and she rubbed my fingers against her hard clit. She moaned, grounding my hand against her clit and I started to fuck her harder, faster. "Oh, fuck me!" Mary panted. "My randy stallion, fuck me!" Her cunt constricted about my cock as she came. "Sweet god!" she screamed and bucked in my arm.

"Oh, god!" I groaned and shot my cum into my filly.

I held her, cradling her in my arms as her pussy cradled my softening dick. I kissed her shoulder and neck, my hand slid up her hip and found her breast again. I gently massaged her tit. "I love you," Mary whispered, sleepily. I kissed her cheek, squeezed her breast, and whispered back, "love you." My eyes closed and I fell back to sleep inside my love.

There was a gentle knock at the door and Mary stirred in my arms. "Hello?" Mary asked, sleepily.

"Master, Mistress, we have breakfast," Allison said quietly. "My we come in."

I brushed a strand of auburn hair off Mary's cheek and kissed her. She smiled. "Good morning, hun."

"Mornin', Mare." I hugged her and kissed her a second time. "Last night was amazing."

"It was amazing," Mary purred, kissing me back. Then she smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I gotta pee real bad."

"Oh," I said, letting her go. She sprang from the bed and I caught a glimpse of her naked ass rushing across the room and disappearing into the bathroom.

There was another soft rap at the door. "Master, Mistress, may we come in," Allison asked a second time. "We have breakfast."

I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up in the bad. "Yeah, come in."

Allison and Desiree walked into the room carrying silver trays. Each tray had a glass of orange juice and plates with french toast, poached eggs and strips of bacon. Both girls were naked, like the good little sluts that they were. Allison had the lithe and nubile body of a teenager, her hair dyed a bright, bubblegum pink. Her breasts were large and perky, pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and tattooed on her groin was the phrase, "Cum on in" with a little arrow pointing down to her clit. Desiree was a more mature woman, in her late twenties. Her skin was a rich, nut brown, evidence of her Hispanic heritage, voluptuous and curvy, with a pleasantly plump rear, and her breasts were large and full and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Dark, pink nipples rising proudly from large aerolas topped her generous bosoms. Her pussy was also shaved, exposing her large, protruding labia.

Desiree set her tray next to me on the nightstand while Allison walked around the bed, and set Mary's tray on the other nightstand. A toilet flushed in the bathroom, followed by the sink running, and then Mary walked out as naked as the sluts. She was beautiful, curvy. Her breasts were the smallest of the three women, small and firm with dusky nipples and covered in freckles. Her face was heart-shaped and freckled and she had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Her pussy was waxed, save for a heart of fiery hair on her groin.

"Oh, Mistress, you stayed," Allison said, flinging her arms about Mary. Mary hugged her back and kissed her gently. Allison rubbed her body against Mary's and their kisses became more passionate.

I grabbed a slice of bacon and popped it into my mouth. I motioned to Desiree to join me and she slid her voluptuous body against mine, her large tits spilling across my chest. I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her mouth and tasted pussy. An image of Desiree between Allison's thighs flashed through my mind. Her thighs spread and her wet pussy pushed up against my thigh. Her hand grasped my cock and she gently stroked it.

"Isn't she beautiful," I whispered to Desiree. Desiree murmured, nuzzling at my neck. "She's getting randy," I told Desiree, watching Mary's hand gripping Allison hip, then sliding down to her ass. Allison was kissing Mary's neck, grinding her cunt into Mary's. I loved watching girls trib. My cock was hard in Desiree's hand. I pinched Desiree's plump ass and told her, "Climb on my dick."

"Yes, mi Rey!" she husked. I wasn't sure what "mi Rey" meant, but she sounded sexy saying it. She straddled my waist, her large breasts swinging heavily in my face. I sucked a hard on a fat nipple and Desiree cooed. Her hands grasped my cock, guiding it to her wet pussy. Oh fuck, it felt so good as she slowly slid down my cock, moaning with her sultry voice. She fucked me slow, rising up a little bit and sliding back down, her cunt silky, tight on my cock.

"You're so big!" Desiree moaned, "Mi hombre hermoso!"

Desiree arched her back, her and fucked me harder. Her tits bounced deliciously before me. I rubbed my hand up her thigh and grasped her hip. She rocked her hips on my cock faster and faster, moaning lustfully. I grasped a full breast, and found a hard nipple. Behind Desiree, I could just see Mary leaning against the wall, Allison's face in her muff. Mary's small, freckled breasts heaved with her desire.

"Oh, fuck!" Mary moaned, writhing on Allison's face. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

I closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of Desiree's cunt on my cock. The mattress creaked and dipped as someone crawled onto the bed and I opened my eyes to see Mary snuggled up against me. Her body was flush from her orgasm. She kissed my neck, her hand playing with my chest hair. Allison climbed on the bed behind Desiree and pressed her body into Desiree's back. She kissed Desiree's shoulder and Allison started rubbing her cunt on Desiree's ass as she rode me.

"Fuck, that's hot!" I moaned as Allison wrapped her hands around Desiree, cupping a heavy breast with one and sliding the other down to play with her clit.

"You getting close to cumming?" Mary whispered. "Are you going to cum in that dirty whore's snatch?" She licked my ear and her hand trailed down my chest and stomach and she started playing with my curly pubes.

"¡Yo estoy correrse!" Desire moaned in Spanish, bucking atop me and her cunt throbbing about my dick as the slut came. I grunted and shot my cum inside Desire's pussy.

Mary kissed me on the lips as Desiree rolled off me. "Did you have a good cum?" she asked me. I murmured a yes and kissed her back. Desiree started to moan as Allison started eating my cum out of her pussy like a good slut. Mary smacked Desiree's ass, "You sluts take that out of here."

"Yes Mistress," Allison said, face sticky with cum and juices and she pulled Desiree out of the room.

We lazily fed each other cold bacon and french toast, spilling syrup on each other, and then licking the syrup up. I thought licking syrup off Mary's tit was sexy, but when she licked some of my chest and nipple, that was sexier. And then we kissed, lips sticky with sweet syrup. Belly's full of Desiree's delicious breakfast, we cuddled. I stroked my Mary's hair and warmth spread through my body. I was happy. I wanted us to stay like this forever.

Sadly, my bladder had other ideas.

After showering with Mary, and making love to her in the shower, we dressed in the clothes that Allison or Desiree had laid out. Mary pulled on pair of lacy red panties and a white, corset dress with a short skirt. The dress and panties must have been some of the clothes she bought at Hot Topic while I was behind the register, dick deep in the salesgirls cunt. She looked hot and trashy in the dress. Finally, she placed the heart-shaped locket I got for her around her neck, the locket nestling in her cleavage For me the sluts had laid out a pair of striped boxers and blue jeans and blue-striped white polo.

Mary walked out the sliding glass doors and sat on a loveseat on the balcony. I joined her and she snuggled up against her and we stared at the white-capped peak of Mount Rainier. The mountain was as beautiful as always, rising white and blue and gray out of the Cascades Mountains, dwarfing everything about it. A small dome of clouds hovered above the peak.

After a moment's silence, Mary asked. "How do I summon the Devil."

"Well, we'll need a box," I started. "And a sexy photo of you."

"It has to be sexy?" Mary asked, surprised.

"Any picture of you would be sexy," I told her, rubbing her thigh. "Especially in this dress." I leered down her bodice. Mary shifted, thrusting out her tits, a pleased smile graced her lips.

"So that's it, I need a sexy photo and a box?"

"Well, there's the yarrow, and the..." Mary cut me off with, "What's a yarrow?"

"It's a small, white flower. We can pick one up at Lowes or Home Depot. And then we'll need grave dirt." Mary arched an eyebrow at that. "And, the bone of a black cat."

Mary blinked in surprise. "A bone. You mean you killed a kitty?" Mary asked, plaintively. And then she punched my arm.

I shifted, uncomfortable. "Yeah," I said, slowly and cleared my throat.

Mary swallowed. "So, I have to kill a cat?"

I shook my head. "Um, I have, um, leftovers," I said, delicately. Mary relaxed, but still looked uncomfortable. I squeezed her thigh. "It'll be okay."

She breathed in deeply. "Okay, so I guess we need to go shopping."

We found are sluts cleaning the house, still naked. I told Desiree to take Allison out and get them both sexy maid outfits to wear inside house and for them to buy the sluttiest clothes to wear outside the house. Desiree would take her car, a white BMW 3-series, and to use her husband's credit cards. Mary told her to go to a sex shop and buy some strap-ons and dildos. An image of Mary wearing a strap-on fucking Allison or Desiree flashed in my mind and I smiled. Mary saw my smile and gave me a wicked grin in return, and then she handed a list of art supplies that she wanted the sluts to buy. Mary was an artist, attending De Vry University to get a degree in Graphic Design.

I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my camcorder and Mary grabbed her purse and we left the house and got into the Mustang. The engine roared to life and I sped out of the neighborhood. A lifetime of speeding had prepared me to drive my Mustang recklessly. Mary held onto the "oh shit" handle. I wasn't sure what the handle above the passenger seat was for, but that's what my friends and I called it. You held onto it when the driver was taking turns way to fast and yell, "Oh shit!" in terror as you prayed your friend wouldn't get you killed.

Mary punched my arm. "Fuck, you trying to kill us!" She was mad so I slowed down to just fifteen over the speed limit and that mollified her.