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“Oh, damn you, miserable, fucking, goddamned Yankee bastard ... fuck, that’s good ... fucking take me, don’t waste my time!” Nancy, Nicky’s ex-fiancee, now begged me to pound her within an inch of her life.
“Shut up and take it, you sorry slut!” I demanded as I slapped Nancy’s pale backside until it was pink.
Far from angering Nancy, the slaps to her booty turned her on even more, making her push back against me with her hips and ass in desperate need of more of my cock. Whatever made Nancy Peyton Hutchens tick, it was clear that one of those things was very rough sex. Even the fact that I had my camcorder recording us didn’t seem to dissuade her, as if she expected me to push the envelope, but then maybe she did. I had made it obvious that I intended to make her suffer and bring her to heel, both notions seemingly exciting her even more.
“Damn it ... fuckkkk... !” Nancy screamed as she creamed her already soaking wet gash on me.
This situation only resolved me to ensure that Nicky got, in some form, what had been denied him by Nancy and by Sly. There would be no justice until my bum boy was able to slip his smaller, limp prick by some means inside Nancy’s slippery slit that she had denied him. Hell, I thought, if I could get him back his manhood by selling my soul to the Devil, particularly for revenge against Sly as well ... I would.
“Is that a fact, Jack? Or should I call you ... Dave?” I heard a very seductive, very feminine voice speak in my ear.
“Who are you?” I asked, quite nervously now.
“Three guesses, and the first two don’t count, you silly, yet yummy guy. Very smart guy, though not aware that when you think such things, it triggers me the same way that saying ‘Lord Voldemort’ did in Harry Potter. Nice series of books, by the way. I definitely approve of them, and of witchcraft, you know. Just call me ... Lucy,” the voice told me, sticking a forked, reptilian tongue in my ear now.
“Let me guess ... I get something ... in return for my soul when I die. But I have to be willing to burn in Hell, right? Or is there something ... else, that I must do,” I stipulated as I kept shoving it deep inside Nancy now.
“Oh, wow, you must be really desperate for revenge if you’ll willingly submit to endless torture just to get it. Dave, Dave, I want nothing of the sort. I want your soul, sure, but not to inflict pain and suffering on it. Not that I expect you to believe me, since I’ve been called things ‘Father of Lies,’ etc.
“Well, as you can see, I didn’t father that lie. I can’t father anything. Since I was cast out of Heaven ... and then seduced women, well, Jehovah stuck me with another burden. He made me a ... futa as well as a demon. It kinda backfired, because I’m even more beautiful than I used to be, and that’s saying a lot.
“Now, you’ve ... paid ... with considerable honor, someone else’s debt. The very thing that Christ supposedly did for you mortals. I like you. You’re friendly, loyal, hedonistic, honest, tough, smart, all kinds of good traits that we can definitely use down in Hell, trust me. People don’t go there just to be tormented, or else I wouldn’t prioritize some souls over others.
“So, Dave, finish up inside her ... and then let’s make a deal. Attaboy! Is this on camcorder? Very nice! I’ve never been recorded before ... imagine how the press would handle that news. They’d be laughingstocks, since no one believes in me. Well, not as many people do, so I’m a victim of my own success in selling the idea that I didn’t exist at all.
“You get six wishes, of course. Not three, not seven. Those are HIS numbers, you know. Six is MY number. So is sixty-nine, but let’s not push it. Oh, I’ll take their souls, too, if they wish to offer them, but I won’t do wishes that conflict with each other, so if theirs don’t dovetail with yours, they’ll have to rethink that wish. Care to make the first wish ... now?” Lucy kept up the pressure.
“Okay ... I wish that Nicky was a futa now and forever, his balls working and everything,” I decided, knowing that I had just committed my soul to Satan’s custody forever for the sake of my boyfriend.
Just like that, Nicky felt his balls emerge, just as his skin became even smoother, a pussy emerged below his dick. His breasts grew out, his hair became longer, his hips became wider, his shoulders were narrower still. He no longer had an Adam’s apple at all. He was no longer a lovely Greek guy ... but an even more gorgeous Greek girl. Chelsea and Monica both licked their lips as they stared as his ... or her, new cock, of course.
I dumped my load inside Nancy now and quickly made my next wish.
“I wish that Nancy Hutchens became the eager and enthusiastic sex slave of Nicky Stavropoulos as long both of them live now from this day forward. Is that doable,” I asked the Devil, who nodded.
Instantly Nancy’s eyes glossed over and she knelt before Nicky to submit to and obey her. Lucy looked back at me with admiration for my altruism as well as brazen lust for my cock. She walked up to me and whispered something in another language that I didn’t comprehend.
“Your other four wishes await you, dear Dave,” Satan reminded me now, her pointed tail curling around her body in a captivating manner.
“I wish that Sly ... Mackenzie’s cock and balls decay and drop off him while he still lives. That will end any respect that his men have for him and his days as a loan shark are numbered that way, I believe. I want the satisfaction of making him suffer that way, whatever the cost to me. It’s revenge for what he did to Nicky,” I asserted.
“So, that will have ... interesting results, no doubt of that. Three very ... selfless wishes. Sorry, doesn’t get you out of the covenant with me, of course. But I don’t imagine that you expected me to release you, did you? What are your other three wishes, then?” Satan persisted.
“Okay, I wish for perfect health and stamina, including sexual stamina ... for as long as I draw breath. That means no aging, no diseases, including HIV, AIDS, STIs, etc. As long as I remain on Earth, not Hell, I will have these qualities of perfect health, youth, vitality, etc. Sound fair?” I clarified as Satan jotted this down on her new contract form.
“Look in the mirror, Dave. You won’t even recognize yourself,” the Devil told me, and the ladies followed me to confirm the fact in the mirror.
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