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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

The roads were still wet from the rains that had swept in last night. It had been a warm winter so far, but snow was coming next week. I hummed as I drove my official Sheriff SUV down Interstate 84, heading north to the town of Burly. I was returning to the station to have a briefing with my officers about this strange plague that had erupted in Seattle.

Already there had been a few cases up in Boise, the state’s capital. Wormwood, as the Theocracy was calling it, was supposed to be dangerous as hell. Hundreds had already died in Seattle. The news was all blaming Lilith, the demon that the Living Gods had ousted out of Seattle last week. Of course, it looked like she had wormed her way back into the city.

“Praise the Living Gods,” I muttered, “and let their loving gaze protect us from Lilith’s foul plague.”

I’d never been a religious man until I’d been glued to my TV watching the events unfold in Tacoma, Washington at the end of September. The Living Gods had been so imposing and majestic as they stood triumphant over the False God. I’d cheered with all of my deputies as He gave the order for Brandon’s execution.

How could you not be a fervent follower of the Living Gods after witnessing such majesty?

Farms flashed by my SUV as I sped down the highway, the wooden fences demarcating boundaries transformed into brown blurs. The fields were golden with winter wheat. In between ran muddy dirt roads glistening with puddles. I shifted in my seat, the police band quiet.

Color flashed ahead, a hue different from the gray road, brown mud, and golden wheat. There was something pink on the side of the road. I frowned, squinting to figure out what it was.

A girl hitchhiked down the road, holding out her thumb as I neared.

I grinned, flipping on my lights and pulling off to the shoulder. It was illegal to hitchhike on the interstate. She was a lovely girl, just turned eighteen, her ass filling out a pair of tight jeans. She stiffened and thrust both her hands into the pocket of her thick, pink jacket, the hood lined with fur. She hunched her shoulders as she walked ahead, trying not to draw attention.

That was the other nice thing about the Living Gods, sex was something to be enjoyed wherever and whenever. Girls were things to be used.

I blared my siren as I came upon her. She jumped and flashed me an annoyed look, that perturbed, haughty expression of someone who knew they were about to be hassled by the police and not in the mood. Her eyebrows wrinkled, a silver piercing flashing above her right eye. Her mouth was lush, pursing as she swallowed. Her green eyes shifted. She thrust back her hood, revealing sandy-blonde hair.

“Hi, officer,” she said, putting on a fake smile now. She squirmed, rubbing her hands together.

“You okay?” I asked as I climbed out of my vehicle. I adjusted my gun belt as I walked around the car.

“Of course. Just walking to my aunt’s farm.”

“Oh, yeah. Who’s that?” The gravel on the shoulder crunched beneath my feet as I walked over to her. “I bet I can give you a lift.”

“That’s okay.” She pointed at the dirt road ahead leading to a farmhouse just visible on a distant hill. “That’s hers.”

“So you’re Becca’s niece?”

She quickly nodded. “Yep. Me and Aunt Becca are real close.”

“Well, that is remarkable.”

Her smile slipped a bit. “Um, I guess.”

“Because there ain’t no one by the name of Becca at that farm.”

“Oh, no.” She covered her fear well. “Um, I must be mistaken. It must be the next one down.”

“Well, I think you’re lying to me.” I grasped her shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not gonna bite. You got a warrant or something?”

“No,” she protested even as she looked away. “Just… walking. Nothing wrong with that.”

I cupped her chin, stroking her fair cheek. She was delicious. I was going to enjoy her. I didn’t have to hold back like I used to. So many years I had been dealing with troubled or drunk girls, their nubile bodies just begging to be touched.

Praise the Living Gods.

“What are you doing, sir?” The fear returned to her, a tremble rippling through her flesh.

“I don’t care if you got a warrant. I think I can help you out.” I smiled. “If you help me out.”

My cock bulged my blue jeans. I wore the beige shirt of a deputy’s uniform, a big, silver star pinned above my heart, but I always opted for the more comfortable jeans than the dark-tan slacks the deputies were issued.

I was the sheriff. I could dress how I wanted.

“H-how?”

I brought her hand to my bulge, pressing her against my girth. “I think you know how.”

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Things change. You know about the Living Gods, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Then you should know that it’s okay for us to love each other. Let me love you, and I’ll give you a nice, warm place to live and a job helping out around the station.” My deputies would love a morale-boosting piece of ass they could fuck. Particularly if this plague grew out of hand.

“I… don’t know. I’ve never… you know?”

I snorted. “Bullshit. A girl with a piercing is a girl that likes to have fun. And I bet you’ve had a lot of fun.”

She shifted, looking down. I put my arm around her, my hand sliding down to the small of her back. I pushed her lightly, guiding her back to my cruiser. She resisted for a moment, then sighed, a look of resignation falling on her face.

She was young enough to be molded by a strong hand.

My cock ached to start doing just that. I stopped her at my vehicle, my hand drifting lower down her fluffy jacket until it rested on her bubbly butt. I squeezed her tush. She jumped and squeaked, casting me a fearful look.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked, my fingers digging into her flesh.

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“Sheriff,” I corrected. “And why aren’t you wearing panties?”

“Because… the Living Gods say a woman should always be ready to be fucked.”

“Praise the Living Gods,” I grinned and squeezed that barely legal ass. “I bet you’re just ready to be fucked.”

“I… I guess, Sheriff,” she whimpered, her voice tight.

“Then drop your pants.”

She glanced at the highway, cars streaming by, leaving trails of mist behind. “People’ll see us.”

“And?” My hand squeezed her again. She yelped in pain. “I gave you an order, slut. Drop those pants and start earnin’ your keep.”

Her hands fumbled at her jeans’ fly. The fastener snapped open. Her cheeks went crimson as she wiggled her pants down her slim hips, unveiling her ass. I groaned at the sight of her rump. It was glorious, pale and plump, a hint of her smooth vulva peeking between her sleek thighs as she pushed her jeans farther down her legs.

A nice, tight slit. Girlish and beautiful.

“Unzip me,” I growled.

“Yes, Sheriff.”

She shuffled her feet to turn around, her jeans bunched around her ankles. She gasped as I ran a thick finger through her slit, her pussy lips engulfing my digit in warm silk. She shuddered, her eyes flashing up at me for a brief moment, then she looked down. Her hands trembled as she unfastened me. Her fear made this all the sweeter.

My cock fell out, thick and throbbing. Her hand hesitantly grabbed me, shockingly cold. I groaned, savoring the sudden difference in temperature as she stroked me. She knew what to do. She had given a man pleasure before.

“That’s it,” I growled. “You’re doing good.”

“Thank you, Sheriff.”

My cock throbbed as her hand pumped up and down my girth. Her grip grew warmer and tighter, her rhythm more certain. She built up a rhythm that sent pleasure shooting down my shaft. I groaned in delight at this submissive thing pleasure me. Precum beaded out the slit, bubbling out as she worked up and down on me. Her thumb brushed the tip, a shudder passing through me.

I worked my finger through her slit more. Juices flowed, coating my fingers. She let out a little whimper, her cheeks burning scarlet now. I grinned as I stirred through her folds, my dick aching in her stroking hand.

“That’s it, slut,” I grinned. “Your cunt’s heating up nicely. Are you getting eager to perform your duties and service me like a good whore?”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she answered, her voice so sweet.

“Good. Cause it is time for me to violate your tight cunt,” I licked my lips. “Lean against my SUV’s hood. You’re going to love every inch of my cock reaming your snatch.”

“Yes, Sheriff.”

Every time she said that was sweet heaven.

She shuffled, turning in place and wiggling that delicious rear at me. She rested her arms on the hood. It was too high for her to lean over properly, but that was okay. I moved behind her, staring at that peachy ass.

I groaned as my cock nudged her rump. My aching tip slid across her smooth butt-cheek, leaving a trail of shiny precum. I savored the feel of her silken flesh. I moved my dick lower until I dipped between her thighs and brushed the wet warmth of her barely legal cunt.

I rubbed my tip against her wet slit. She gasped and shuddered as I caressed her. Her juices coated me. The little slut was eager for it. I found the entrance to her pussy, that juicy hole just begging to be fucked.

I slammed to the hilt in her.

“Sheriff!” she squeaked, rising on her toes as she felt my dick enter her.

“Fuck!” I groaned, her back arching as her pussy squeezed around my dick. It was heaven. She was so tight. Far tighter than my ex-wife had ever been. Were the girls as tight back when I was eighteen? I tried to remember, but that was over thirty years ago.

Who cared? She was tight right now.

“Take my cock, whore,” I grunted, slamming her against the side of my vehicle as I pumped in and out of her juicy depths. “Take every last inch! You love it, right.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she gasped, throwing a fearful look over her shoulder.

Her wide eyes and quivering lower lip made this sweeter. I fucked my dick into her hot cunt hard and fast. She grew wetter as I slammed into her cunt. Her pussy squeezing down around my dick, surrounding me with her hot velvet.

There was no way I was going to last long in her depth. My balls tightened as they swung and slapped her clit. I thrust hard and fast in her, reveling in her juicy snatch. My crotch smacked into her rump. The sound echoed through the air.

“Fuck, you’re good,” I grunted, pistoning in and out of her juicy depths. “You were made to be the station whore! Every one of my deputies is going to enjoy fucking you.”

She moaned through clenched teeth. Her pussy clamped down around my dick. I grinned, realizing she fought the pleasure, denying her body the bliss of my thick cock. That wouldn’t do. I wanted her to understand she was a slut.

My slut!

I shoved my hand down between her stomach and the fender of my SUV. I wormed between her thighs and found her delicious heat. The little slut gasped as I frigged her clit. Her pussy squeezed down around my plunging cock. Sweet moans burst from her lips.

I grunted, fucking her harder, pushing her against my car with each thrust. I rubbed her clit with rough fingers as I pounded her hard. My balls swung. My crotch smacked into her tight, young rump. I groaned, the pleasure swelling in my balls.

“That’s it! Enjoy my cock! You’re just the Sheriff’s whore now!” I rubbed faster on her clit. “Say it, cunt!”

“I’m the…the Sheriff’s whore!” she moaned, her body shaking. “I’m… your slut, Sheriff!”

I erupted in her depths. Her sweet words set off my aching cock. My cum spurted into her delicious cunt. Her pussy clenched about me, gasping and moaning. She bucked against me, my fingers dancing on her clit as I unloaded in her.

Then she gasped and threw back her head. Her pussy convulsed, milking out the last drops of cum. I groaned, reaching the peak of my rapture, savoring the moment she accepted her new place in life.

My naughty slut.

My orgasm peaked. It died into buzzing bliss as her pussy writhed around my softening cock. I leaned against her, breathing hard. I savored this moment as she whimpered. Her hips wiggled as she trembled.

“Damn, you are a good fuck,” I grunted as I pulled my cock out. My shaft gleamed with her juices. A thick dollop of my cum leaked down her thigh. “Pull your jeans up. We need to get to the station.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she whispered, looking down as she pulled those jeans up her thighs and covered that delicious ass.

I opened the passenger door and she climbed into the warm cab. I walked around and hopped in. There was a BOLO alert on my computer for: Corina Jennings, 18 yr old, 5’4”, 96 lb., blonde hair, green eyes, piercing in right eyebrow, last seen wearing a pink jacket, thought to be heading north from Wyoming into Cassia County, wanted for assaulting her step-father with a knife.

I grinned. “You’re going to love the station, Corina.”

She gave me a sharp look.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let such a sweet piece of ass go.” I pulled back onto the highway, stepping on the gas. I was going to be late for that meeting, but it was worth it.

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Ursula Ayers – Paris, Texas

It was chaotic in the Walmart. Everyone in Paris scurried through the aisles, grabbing supplies.

“What’s going on?” I asked a guy.

“There’s a case of the Wormwood Plague down in Austin and two in Dallas.”

I blinked. “Wormwood Plague?”

I had been staying away from the TV and the internet. I had been worried about the Ghost so much the last few days I hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on in the world.

“Yeah. It broke out in Seattle on Friday, and since then, it’s killed hundreds.”

“Oh, no,” I muttered, trembling at the horror of that. I swallowed and glanced at my shopping list. The Cult of the Ghost wanted to get out of Paris as fast as possible. I was sent to the Walmart to buy supplies with Carla and Marybeth.

We split up to cover more ground.

The world had gone crazy thanks to Mark and Mary. The false gods had upturned the apple cart, as it were. Texas had tried to secede from the Union. That lasted one hour, and then our Governor was executed on live television.

That’s the last time I watched TV.

“You just need faith in the Living Gods,” a woman said behind us, pushing her shopping cart.

I turned to see Happy Roberts trundling along. I had attended the Paris Revival for Christ—led by Reverend Meriwether, Happy’s husband—until the Ghost and Marybeth had seduced me into wonderful sin.

Having a lesbian girlfriend was really frowned upon by the strict born-again Christians.

At least it had been until Meriwether and Happy had converted to the worship of Mark and Mary. Overnight, the Paris Revival for Christ became the Revival for the Living Gods. Happy, who used to dress like a school marm, now wore the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen, her skirt barely covering her ass and her blouse was see-through, her nipples dark patches.

She was finally dressing like the slut she was in secret.

The Ghost, before his execution, would boast about how he had Happy wrapped around his pecker, revealing that she loved to cuckold her husband. Now she did it openly. A hunky man walked behind her, one of her many lovers.

“Hello, Mrs. Roberts,” I said politely, inclining my head.

“Are you falling into this panic?” Happy asked, eyeing my cart.

“Yeah,” I said, giving her a sheepish grin.

“You haven’t ever come back to the revival since you started dating Marybeth,” Happy sighed. “Don’t you know how the revival has changed? We don’t look down on lesbians any longer. We welcome them.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “I love being with women. Even before the Living Gods showed us what true love was.” She gave me a wink. “I’d love to share my devotion with you and your delicious tits.”

“Well, I, uh, haven’t felt the need. Marybeth and I do a lot of lovin’.”

She gave me a grave look. “You are one of the faithful, right?”

“Of course,” I lied.

“You’re still not hung up on that dastardly Ghost, are you?” She shook her head. “He was a disgusting Warlock. I’m so glad the Holy Slut Alison ended his life.”

Bitch! I wanted to claw her eyes out. She had the Ghost’s child growing inside her and used to be a complete whore for him. Now she hated him?

It took all my self-control not to claw her face. “No. I’m not still hung up on him. I… uh… love the Living Gods.” I did until I swore to the Ghost’s soul and was freed from Mark and Mary’s disgusting powers.

Happy’s hand suddenly yanked up my cheerleading skirt. I gasped, my naked pussy on display for the hunky guy with her. He leered at me, licking his lips. I pushed my skirt back down, giving Happy a glare. “What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you’re following the precepts.” She lifted her skirt up, showing off her pussy covered by a thick, brown bush. “I’m always ready to fuck, right, Zack?”

“Yeah,” he grinned.

“My brother-in-law has some nice tackle.” Happy patted Zack’s bulging jeans. “And Bella and I taught him how to use it proper. Wanna give it a try?”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m in a big hurry.”

“You sure? He’s quite good. I know you’re a cock-hungry slut. All you cheerleaders are.” Her hand pushed beneath my skirt, caressing my pussy. I shuddered, my eyes closing. A few guys stopped to watch, grinning as I moaned.

“Cheerleader slut,” one guy called out.

My nipples dimpled the front of my black top as her fingers probed my pussy. I was still dripping wet from the orgy, and her fingers were breathing life back into me. She stroked my clit with her thumb as two fingers worked deeper into my depths.

Happy smiled. “You have such a hot cunt. I bet you want to just bend over, pull up that pleated skirt, and let one of these hunky guys go to town on this twat.”

“I…” I wanted to say no, but the faithful were supposed to be about free love. I glanced at the guys all grinning at me, bulges tenting the front of their pants. A sickening twist rippled through my stomach. I couldn’t fuck them. I was the Ghost’s. I swore myself to him just an hour ago. I couldn’t let them fuck me.

But I had no idea how to get out of this situation without doing just that.

Happy’s fingers pumped faster in my pussy. Her thumb rubbed harder against my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. My hand darted into her blouse to squeeze her round tits. I kneaded those plush mounds.

She smiled as I thumbed her hard nipples, her lips leaning in and planting a hot kiss on my lips. I whimpered at the searing touch of her mouth. Her tongue thrust past my lips as I quivered. My pussy clenched down on her fingers.

“Oh, yeah!” a guy groaned. “That’s so hot! I love watching lesbians!”

“Finger the slut!” a second man called out. “Get her ready for my hard cock!”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a cheerleader.”

An orgasm swelled inside me. I drank in the attention of all these guys. I missed the Ghost’s cock so much. Happy fingers weren’t the same as the Ghost’s dick pumping into me. I craved that wild feel of the Ghost’s invisible dick. The more she touched me, the more I whimpered into her kiss, the weaker I became.

Maybe I should just fuck a guy. An act. That was it. I was just pretending to be faithful so they wouldn’t be suspicious of me.

My pussy clenched around Happy’s fingers. My tongue dueled with hers as the guys cheered around me. A hard cock could churn my pussy up. I could have something closer to what I was missing. Just an act.

It wasn’t cheating, right?

My resolve melted away as Happy curled her fingers. She found my G-spot. Nerves exploded as she massaged that special spot. My orgasm surged hot and quick through me. Bliss roared through my flesh, screaming through my veins.

I ripped my mouth from hers, my head throwing back as I moaned, “Yes! Oh, Happy, yes!”

“That’s it, whore!” she hissed in my ear, stroking me. “Cum on my fingers!”

I shuddered, bumping my shopping cart with my hip. Stars danced before my eyes. The rapture surged through me. I groaned as the orgasm carried me to this aching height that left me hungry for more.

“Keep fingering me!” I moaned.

She ripped her fingers out of my pussy. I gasped for breath, reeling. She knew how to give a girl pleasure and leave her panting for more. I needed more. A cock. It would be so easy right now, but… but…

“Thanks, Happy,” I moaned, fighting against my lusts. Guys were rubbing their bulges. A few had pulled out their cocks, stroking them as they stared at me with hunger.

“My pleasure,” purred the reverend’s wife. She licked her fingers clean of my juices. “So, which of these studs are you going to pleasure?”

“Um, well,” I swallowed. I wanted this so badly. I fought so hard to be faithful. “I’m really only into girls now.”

Don’t be weak now. Be strong and…

Zack’s jeans slid down. His thick cock popped out, bigger than the other guys around me. My pussy clenched. A trickle of juices running down my thighs. I wanted to feel that cock inside me. It would just be an act. I would only be pretending that I was one of the brainwashed Thralls who bought into that perverted Mark’s lies.

I turned around, presenting my rear. It was just to keep them from finding out I was immune to Mark’s powers. My soul belonged to the Ghost.

The Katy Perry song that had been blaring through the Walmart suddenly cut out. Then a woman purred over the PA system, “Standby for an announcement from the Living Goddess.”

“Oh, yes,” gasped Happy, an almost orgasmic smile crossing her face. “What a momentous day.”

I had my reprieve. I cast my gaze around as most of the people around me looked eager, but a few tried to look non-nonchalant as they headed for the front of the store, not wanting to get caught hearing one of their voices.

I pretended to be eager, looking up while I slowly backed my cart away. I had my chance to escape.

“You are all loved by us,” Mary announced through the store, her words rich.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Happy moaned, grabbing Zack’s cock, a look of ecstasy crossing her face.

“Do not be afraid,” Mary continued. “Do not panic. A dark time is coming. The foul Lilith has unleashed a plague to punish men. She hates men. She doesn’t appreciate all the wonderful things they do. But we are fighting back. The CDC is working diligently. We will contain this plague. Remember to obey our commandments and to follow the orders of our representatives. We are the only true Gods, and we love you all.

“You love us. You worship us. You want nothing more than to obey us with joy. Love each other and do not try and take advantage of any confusion. Do not break any laws or commit any crimes.”

It was so eerie. The fear melted out of the Walmart. Everyone who was in a panic to buy supplies now looked relaxed. They nodded, smiled. Mary had given her command, and all these people had to obey. It was too much power. The Patriots had the right idea. The Tyrants, as they called the Living Gods, needed to be stopped.

But the Ghost needed rescuing from Hell even more.

Mary ended the broadcast and the Katy Perry music started playing back up.

I walked away before Happy noticed. I stopped Marybeth and Carla a few aisles down. I rushed to them and hissed, “We need to get out of town. Things are getting so crazy.”

My girlfriend nodded.

“Yeah, this plague is spreading,” Carla whispered. “There are cases popping up around the world. And it kills fast. We need to leave tonight, not tomorrow as we planned. If things fall apart bad enough, they might start quarantining the states and cutting off travel.”

I swallowed. We had to reach Idaho.

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Wednesday, November 20th, 2013 – Lizzy Garfield – South of the Wyoming/Idaho Border

The back of the RV bounced about as I stretched out on the bed. Ms. Huff, my chemistry professor at Boone College, was pressed against my back. She had enjoyed the Ghost in the middle of a class in October. I wish I had seen it.

“Hundreds of bodies are being burned in San Francisco,” the announcer on the portable TV said. She was a buxom, Black woman. “The Gods are ordering every man to stay inside. Last night, the Living Gods healed dozens of dying men in Omaha.”

It cut to a clip of the Living Gods before a hospital ringed by their soldiers, the Legion, and a smaller perimeter of scantily clad bodyguards, all dressed in a slutty parody of cop uniforms. Those women may look like eye candy but they were deadly.

“Everythang’s fallin’ apart,” I whispered, wondering if my brother was safe. I knew I would never see him again. I had made my choice.

“I know, sweetie,” Ms. Huff whispered, holding me tight. We were both naked, the back of the RV reeking of pussy juices. There wasn’t a lot to do on the long drive across the country but watch the satellite TV and make love to each other.

“Are we there yet?” muttered Zena as she came awake from her doze. She rolled over and hugged me tight from the front, her breath warm on my tits.

“No,” I told her. “We’re nearin’ the border to Idaho. About an hour, I think.”

Despite Mark and Mary’s power, they had surrendered the City of Seattle to Lilith the very day we founded the Cult. That evening, we’d left Paris in our convoy of three RVs and a few SUVs. This RV was being driven by Ms. Howard. She had owned the Pink Boutique in the Paris Mall, my favorite clothing store. I heard the Ghost had spent a day in one of her dressing rooms while she steered all the pretty girls to his cock. Her daughter, Mercedes, was stretched out on a couch playing with her phone.

“Can you turn the TV off,” I whispered, shivering as they showed a graphic of the United States burning with red. There were deaths across the entire country.

“Yeah, sweetie,” Ms. Huff said, finding the remote buried between our naked bodies and flicking it off. “It’ll be okay.” She stroked my face and then leaned in and kissed me.

It was kinda weird making out with my teacher. Her tongue probed my lips, brushing my braces. I rolled over to face her. Her round breasts brushed my perky tits. I moaned as her touch banished all my fears.

“That’s hot,” sighed Zena, still snuggling up to me, her caramel hand stroking my pale belly. The Ghost had fucked Zena up the ass the same day he’d taken my virginity and knocked me up. “Mmm, you two have fun. I’m going back to sleep.”

Zena mewled as she snuggled against my back while I made out with Ms. Huff. My pussy grew wetter and wetter as my tongue danced with my college teacher’s. It was so naughty. I pressed my little titties into her round breasts.

“Mmm, I’m feeling better,” I purred when we broke the kiss.

“You are such a cutie,” purred my teacher. “I used to think you were just a beautiful doll in class. Always dressed in such pretty outfits, your black hair combed straight, framing this gorgeous face.” She kissed me again, her hands cupping my cheeks. “And your braces…” She shuddered. “You are such an irresistible girl.”

“And you are a hot teacher.” My cheeks grew crimson. Even after two days of traveling and reveling in lesbian sex with Mercedes, Ms. Howard, Ms. Huff, Zena and the other ladies in our RV, I still felt a little embarrassed saying such shameful things.

My pa would be furious with me.

My hand slid down her side and dipped between her thighs. I shuddered as I found her pussy hot and flushed, sticky with her passion for me. I licked my lips, eager to give her pleasure. I stroked my fingers across her labia, caressing her. Then I thrust a digit into her.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering. Her pussy clenched down on me. I grinned at her, eager to get naughty with her as the RV slowed.

“Everyone get dressed!” Ms. Howard called out.

“What?” I asked, my finger twitching in my teacher’s pussy.

“There’s a roadblock at the border,” Ms. Howard answered.

Fear hammered in my heart. We were so close to reaching safety. Miss Cheshire’s ranch was in Cassia County just on the other side of that roadblock. Fears welled through me as I ripped my finger out of Ms. Huff’s pussy.

“What’s going on now?” Zena muttered.

“We’re in trouble,” I gasped, panic swelling through me. I was terrified everything was going to fall apart when we were so close.

We all scrambled in the back of the RV, everyone searching for clothes, pulling on skirts and sweaters, not bothering with underwear. I jammed my feet into a pair of shoes, my stomach writhing as the others were climbing out of the RV.

We were all going to be caught. The Theocracy would hate us.

I stumbled after Zena out of the RV into a winter chill. My breath frosted the air. Up ahead, several police cars, their lights flashing, manned the border. There were cops in beige and tan uniforms who had gas masks on their faces. They aimed assault rifles at us. A man with a megaphone, looking tall and dignified despite his blue jeans, marched ahead.

Miss Cheshire stood by the lead RV, staring at the blockade.

“Are there any men?” boomed a voice through the megaphone.

“No!” Miss Cheshire shouted back. “We’re all women.”

She walked forward, unafraid. I huddled with the others. The cheerleaders formed their own clique, arms folded and tapping their feet. The wind swirled around me, the icy touch ripping up my skirt to attack my pussy.

“What if we can’t cross?” I whispered.

“We’ll find a way,” Ms. Huff answered. She slipped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me tight. “Have faith in the Ghost.”

But he was in Hell. How could he help us?

Miss Cheshire returned, accompanied by three cops, rifles slung over the shoulders but they looked ready to use them, and the man in blue jeans. I trembled in Ms. Huff’s embrace as the cop in the blue jeans head scanned us. I couldn’t see his eyes through the gas mask’s lenses.

It made him feel alien.

“What a fine bunch of women,” the man in blue jeans said after pulling off his gas mask. He nodded in approval, his face bluff and strong. He was older, his hair black speckled with white. “Fine bunch.”

“As you can see, we’re all women,” Miss Cheshire said.

“And why are you coming out here to Idaho?” he asked.

“We’re Sapphicists,” Miss Cheshire answered. “Just lookin’ to find a nice, quiet place so we can love each other.”

“Sapphicists?” mulled the man. He had a silver star on his chest that read “Sheriff Barends, Cassia County.”

“We’re lesbians wishing to dedicate ourselves to a pure contemplation of the Living Gods.”

The sheriff’s eyes swept across us. “Mighty shame that you’re all lesbians.” His eyes lingered on me; I squirmed in Ms. Huff’s arms. “Mighty shame.”

“Yep,” a Black cop nodded. “We could use a few more fine-looking women to assist us back at the station.”

The sheriff sighed. “Well, I can’t let anyone cross the border.”

“But we need to reach my aunt’s ranch,” Miss Cheshire protested. “It’s just down the highway.”

“An aunt, huh? Lot of that this week. Who was your aunt?”

“Ester Cheshire. She left me her ranch when she died last year.”

The sheriff squinted his eyes. “Well, you do look a bit like Ester, now that you mention it. Your aunt was a fine lady, but I can’t be letting you through.” He walked over to me and seized my arm. “Unless you can prove that you’d be valuable members of the community.”

I squeaked as his strong grip pulled me from Ms. Huff.

“Miss Cheshire?” I asked, staring at the librarian as the sheriff pulled me against him. I felt the bulge in his crotch.

“You want to be a good follower of the Living Gods,” he grinned, reaching beneath my skirt. His rough hand slid up my thigh, reaching higher and higher.

I whimpered. Only the Ghost should touch my pussy.

“Me and my men have been doing a lot of stressful work,” he continued, his hand inching closer to my pussy, “and you could help us relieve some of that stress.”

I shuddered as he reached my snatch. I whimpered as he cupped my vulva, his finger running up and down the groove of my slit.

“Miss Cheshire!” I called out, throwing her a frightened glance.

* * *

Sheriff Caleb Barends

I stroked the cute girl’s cunt. She looked eighteen like my sweet Corina. The slut’s pussy was wet and dripping. The way she trembled made her look even younger, especially with those braces flashing on her teeth. I grinned at Deidre Cheshire as I wormed a finger into the barely legal slut’s pussy.

She gasped, eyes widening.

“So. Will you help us out?” I asked. “Give us some satisfaction? Lesbians aren’t much help in Cassia County.”

“Fine,” Deidre muttered. Then she smiled. “I would be glad to help out such devoted servants of the Living Gods.”

I grinned and pushed the black-haired girl against the RV. My three deputies all pulled out girls they liked. Deputy Jarvis had his ebony hands down the blouse of a busty, blonde cheerleader. Deputy Mathews was kissing a pretty, red-haired woman with a large set of tits. But Deputy Celeste Edgars took the cake. She pulled a pair of twins out of the group of women. For a dyke, Deputy Edgars wasn’t all that annoying.

And it was hot watching her make sweet Corina lick her pussy in the middle of the station.

I unfastened my jeans as I pinned the girl against the side of the RV. I fished out my cock in a flash. I hiked up her skirt, revealing a naked ass. She whimpered as I pressed my cock against her juicy cunt. She wiggled her hips.

Slut wanted it bad.

I rammed my cock into her barely legal cunt. I groaned at the feel of her. She was tight and hot, her body shuddering beneath me. Her pussy squeezed around me. I savored her juicy warmth wrapped about my cock.

“You like that, whore?” I groaned into her ear.

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “It’s… nice. Mmm, you have a great cock.”

She was soaking wet. An idea popped into my head. As juicy as her cunt was, I bet my cock was lubed to fuck her pretty ass. “You’re a nasty slut, aren’t you?”

“I am, sir,” she moaned, her pussy clenching around my dick.

“And nasty sluts want a cock rammed up their ass, don’t they?”

“If that’s what will make you happy,” she whispered.

I grinned and spread her perky asscheeks apart. I stared at her puckered sphincter, loving the sight of it. Just begging for my cock to ram into her and split her apart. She would howl like a little slut in heat when I was through with her.

I ripped my cock out of her cunt, dragged it up her taint, and slid it between her perfect butt-cheeks. She whimpered as I teased her sphincter. Her asshole clenched against me as I massaged her, her back arching.

“Gods damn, but I needed to fuck your ass hard,” I growled.

“Do it, sir,” she moaned.

I thrust my cock against her sphincter. I loved her gasps of pain as her virgin asshole was split open by my big dick. She whimpered as I speared into her. Her body trembled as that velvety delight engulfed my cock.

I drew back through her, loving the way she shuddered. Her butt-cheeks clenched about my cock emerging from her asshole. Then I hammered back into her, my heavy balls smacking into her flesh. I grunted in delight, a huge smile crossing my lips.

“Take it all, whore!” I groaned, pounding her hard. “You’re just a slut for the Gods’ servants. You need to be ready to always serve us!”

“Yes, sir,” she panted, her face turning red as she gasped and moaned. She bucked back against me. “Use me how you want. Fuck me, sir! Cum in me!”

Her sweet voice saying such filthy words made my hips hammer her harder. She was so tight, hot and velvety. Her bowels massaged my cock as I buried into her over and over. I groaned in delight, her petite body trembling against the side of the RV.

I thrust aside her black hair so I could kiss and suck at her snowy neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted these Sapphicists to know that I had owned their precious, lesbian cunts. I sucked hard on her flesh, forming a hickey as I sodomized her.

Around me, my men enjoyed themselves as well. The blonde cheerleader bounced on Deputy Jarvis’s thick, Black cock while Deputy Mathews received a titty fuck from the busty redhead. My dick ached as I witnessed the twins sucking at Celeste Edgar’s round tits. I wished I’d spotted them first.

Well, there was always next time.

I’d fuck them when I’d visit their ranch. These Sapphicists were going to earn their keep in my County. A bunch of women this hot didn’t deserve to keep to themselves and deny my deputies the pleasure of their sweet bodies.

“Do you like my cock fucking your ass, whore?” I hissed in the slut’s ear as I sodomized her hard.

“Oh, yes! It’s so good! Fuck me harder!” She squeezed her bowels around my thrusting dick. “Make me explode.”

I growled as I pounded her tight ass. I plundered her bowels with powerful strokes. It was so wonderful being Sheriff. It was so worth the headache of the election. I savored every stroke into the little slut’s bowels.

My balls tightened, ready to unleash a thick load of cum up her ass. My thrusts grew frantic, that wonderful moment nearing. My balls smacked into her flesh. They thudded loud and hard against her as that moment came. The pressure built.

“My Gods, yes!” I howled as I slammed to the hilt in her.

My cum flooded her ass. Pleasure shot through me as I pumped load after load of my jizz into her tight bowels. The rapture slammed through my body and into my mind. I reeled while she moaned and gasped.

Her bowels writhed about me. She mewled in delight as she milked my cock dry. The little slut came from getting her ass fucked. She was definitely wasted on a colony of lesbians. I savored her writhing bowels draining my balls.

“Gods damn,” I moaned as I ripped my dick out of her asshole, her sphincter gaping open for a moment, my white cum leaking out.

What a beautiful sight.

* * *

Deidre Cheshire

“I think you earned the entrance,” Sheriff Barends grinned while I stroked my medallion. “Me and my men will be sure to visit your ranch. Make sure you and your women are well taken care of.”

His grin told me exactly how he wanted to take care of me.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” I forced myself to say, exhaustion weighing me down. Perspiration beaded my forehead and my sweater stuck to my breasts, the light from my amulet dying down. The spell had been so hard to maintain for so long.

He nodded to me, flashing me a lusty smile, then he and his three deputies sauntered back to the barricade.

“What just happened, Miss Cheshire?” Lizzy asked, her braces flashing through the air. “They were all humping the air.”

“He thought he was fuckin’ you,” I told her. “I conjured an illusion in his mind.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at me. “I didn’t like his hands on me.”

“You’re the Ghost’s,” I told her. “No other man will ever lay hands on you again.”

The girl’s smile transformed into radiance.

I glanced back at the barricade. It had taken all the energy the Cult had generated the last two days to fool all the cops. Fear trembled in my heart. What would happen when the sheriff and his men came poking around looking for more loving?

Well, we would face that problem when it came. Hopefully, the plague would keep them busy.

“Let’s get into the vehicles, ladies,” I shouted. “We’ll be at the ranch in an hour.”

I couldn’t wait to reach our temporary homes. We just had to survive until the babies were born. Then we would save the Ghost. We would be his women in truth, bound to him utterly. It would be wonderful.

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