The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 5: Via, Freedom - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 5: Via, Freedom

... sugar,” Diane texted back. “Got a few girls over. Will figure out.” It took me about a half-hour to drive to Diane's apartment in Fife. I had to fight through the notoriously bad traffic on Pacific Highway to get there. She lived up on the second floor and I climbed the concrete stairs quickly, breathing heavily as I knocked on her doors. “Hey, Via,” Diane smiled as she opened her door, a glass of white wine in her hand. “Come in.” Diane had thick, curly black hair that fell about her shoulders and framed a porcelain face set with pouty lips and deep, brown eyes. She was dressed casually, a flowery top that left most of her shoulders and chest bare, held up only by a pair of spaghetti straps and a tight pair of white jeans. I gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and followed her in. “Hi,” I said to the two women. I recognized both from the club. The first I always had thought of as Orange because of the garish shade she dyed her hair, but Diane introduced her as Kristina. The other girl, Sarai, was a dusky-skinned, Arab woman with a nice, round set of tits that filled out a bustier-like halter top. I had never buried my face between those tits, but I had wanted to; Sarai could be a shy girl at times. Diane produced a glass of wine and sat me down on the couch between her and Sarai. “Now, what's the problem you're having? Is it that girl you brought to the club last week?” I nodded my head. “Antsy.” Kristina giggled, “What kind of name is Antsy?” “What's wrong with ...

... that?” I found myself snapping defensively. “It's cute! Short for Samantha.” “Sorry,” Kristina muttered. “It's just not...well...” she sighed. “Sorry. I always seem able to insert foot into mouth with alarming ease.” “I...yeah, it's okay,” I muttered. “God, how do I explain it. You know Mary, right, Diane?” A smile crept up on her lips. “Umm, isn't she just delicious.” “That's the redhead with the gorgeous, emerald eyes?” Kristina asked. “Oh, god she was amazing. I remember that dance I shared with her... Fuck, that was hot! I came right there on the dance floor humping her thigh.” Diane's laugh was rich, fond. “That was a fun night.” “Well, you know she can get people to do things, right? You've seen the news. The miracle.” “The Hoax?” Kristina asked. “Yeah, I had a good chuckle.” “That wasn't a hoax. I was there. Antsy is Mark's sister, and we both watched him get shot and lie their dying before he came back to life. Mark and Mary have powers. You've all seen the news about what Mark can do. They both can makes people do things. And they made me Antsy's sex slave.” “Really?” Sarai asked, an excited glint popping into her dark eyes. “I mean, that sounds awful.” Diane gave Sarai a side-long glance. “I think we have a budding sub here. Do you want to be my little slave?” “Um, no,” Sarai answered, shifting on the couch. Her nipples gave away the lie of her words as they were suddenly dimpling her top. “Anyway, Antsy freed me from their control. She feels it's wrong to make me her ...