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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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Saturday, April 19th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

I pulled my SUV up to the Cheshire Farmhouse, smiling at the sexy Sapphicists as they walked about the ranch. They were all gorgeous and succulent. For the last month, they’d been amenable to keeping up morale for my department. When my deputies or I needed relief from our service ruling over Cassia County, we could find it with these friendly women.

The dykes all understood what would happen if they resisted me. They would quickly find themselves separated from each other and given to my deputies as sex slaves. I wouldn’t mind keeping that fine Lizzy as my own slut, but it would mean caring for the brat growing in her stomach.

I had planned on making her my permanent sex slave until I saw her big with child.

I smiled when I saw my sweet Lizzy. She was waddling across the yard, her belly pressing up against her loose dress. She gave me such a sweet smile, her braces flashing on her teeth. She was young, eighteen or nineteen, her innocent face framed by black hair, and her eyes were a sparkling blue.

“Sheriff,” Deidre Cheshire greeted as I climbed out of my SUV. The woman, glasses perched on her nose, was the leader of the group, and not a bad fuck.

I brushed the tawny hair off her shoulder before my hand slid down to squeeze Deidre’s firm tit through her dress. The amulet that hung between her breasts sparkled as the sun caught the jade and glinted off the black opal.

“Me and my boys brought you some more food,” I said, leering down her cleavage.

“Thank you kindly, Sheriff,” she answered in her drawl. She looked intelligent, like a librarian thanks to her glasses perched on her slender nose, but then she spoke, and all I could hear was the accent of a Texan hick. “Who’d do you reckon you’d like to fuck today?”

“Who do you think?”

Deidre’s smile broadened. “Lizzy, why don’t you take the Sheriff upstairs and show him some appreciation.”

“Yes, Miss Cheshire,” Lizzy answered. She was such a polite girl. Submissive. Once she whelped that brat in her…

She waddled up to me, smiling. Her breasts were riper, filling out her dress and robbing her of some of that youthful innocence. I put an arm around her waist. My hand slid down to rest on her perky butt. I groped her rump.

She giggled like a schoolgirl; my cock swelled.

“How you been, Sheriff Barends?” she asked as we strolled across the farmyard, leaving the fresh, spring sun shining down on us.

“Aching to be in my sweet Lizzy,” I said, grinning at her.

Her hand brushed my crotch. She squeezed my hard cock through my jeans. “I can tell. You feel backed up.”

I heard my other deputies claiming their favorite. I glanced through the open door to see Benny had both twin sluts on his arms. The Black man loved those two. My other deputy, Mason, had a pair of dykes named Nelly and Mercedes. He was eager to enjoy a romp with a mother and daughter.

Those two were quite the whores together.

As we approached the farmhouse, Heather walked out, her belly almost as swollen as Lizzy. Her cute face was framed by red curls. She was another barely legal slut who looked delicious with her swollen belly.

I snagged her. “How’d you like to play with Lizzy and me?”

“I’d love to, Sheriff,” Heather answered, a smile spreading across her freckled cheeks.

With two pregnant sluts on my arms, I was eager to have some fun. I don’t know who knocked these two dykes up, but I was grateful. There was something so exciting about fucking a pregnant girl. She was swelling with life, ripe and inviting. Her cunt had belonged to another man, but now I was enjoying her tight snatch.

Upstairs, we entered a small room. There were a bed and two mattresses on the floor. With thirty women living in the same house, the dykes were cramped for space. I pulled them both to me, their pregnant bellies pressing against me. Our lips came together.

I groaned as we shared a hot, three-way kiss. Their lips soft and sweet. I gripped both of their asses as I guided them to the nearest mattress. Their hands caressed me, the sluts going to work stripping me down and pushing me onto the bed.

They each tugged off a boot and threw it to the side, the mud splattering the wood. I didn’t care. Not with their hot hands caressing me. Their faces were youthful and sweet, their swollen bellies rubbing against me as they kept stripping me naked.

“Oh, Sheriff, you always bring us the best toy to play with,” purred Heather as she pulled my pants and boxers off, my hard cock popping out.

She stroked my cock, a mischievous smile on her face. I winked at her.

With a giggle, Heather darted her head down and sucked my cock in her delectable mouth. I groaned at the wet heat of her mouth. Her lips pursed tight. Her head bobbed, working that delight up and down my girth.

“Goddamn,” I groaned as the pleasure shuddered through me.

“Enjoy, Sheriff,” Lizzy purred as I stroked her face.

She smiled at me, her braces flashing on her teeth. That made her seem even younger than eighteen. I groaned as her fingers attacked the buttons of my shirt. I caressed her flushing cheeks, loving the delight while pleasure spilled down my cock from Heather’s hungry mouth.

Lizzy pulled off my deputy uniform and threw it aside, then peeled off the wife beater I wore beneath. She cooed as she stroked me, rubbing my hairy chest. Her eyes were bright and her braces gleaming.

“So sexy, Sheriff,” she whimpered.

Heather moaned her agreement around my cock.

I smiled, staring at the two girls. Heather’s mouth bobbed fast on my cock. I felt incredible, but I shook my head at what I saw. “That won’t do, sluts. I’m naked while your fine bodies are still clothed.”

“You’re right, Sheriff,” Lizzy said. She grabbed the hem of her loose maternity dress and hauled it up her body.

I groaned in delight.

The slut was naked beneath, revealing her lovely and petite figure, her belly swollen and round. Her breasts were perky, upswept and topped with puffy nipples. Between her thighs, her pussy was a tight slit covered by a trimmed bush soaked in her juices. I could smell her sweet excitement.

My cock throbbed harder in Heather’s mouth as I drank in the sight of Lizzy. The redhead didn’t stop sucking me, unable to strip and please my cock at the same time. I loved how she squirmed, her green eyes staring up at me while pleasure flowed down my dick.

“Let me help you, Heather,” Lizzy smiled as the redhead kept sucking me.

Lizzy reached beneath, unbuttoning Heather’s dress. She pulled and tugged at the garment, slipping the sleeves off Heather’s shoulders. In moments, she exposed Heather’s plump, swaying tits. A moment later, her round stomach was revealed. Lizzy kissed down Heather’s back as she pulled the dress off, smooching down to Heather’s rump.

I groaned as Lizzy nuzzled her face between the redhead’s butt-cheeks, clearly licking and rimming Heather’s asshole. The slut moaned in enjoyment around my cock, her hips wiggling as the other pregnant whore ate her asshole.

I loved this. I had such power. I could do what I wanted to these girls, and no one could stop me. I could even hurt them.

I froze. No, that wasn’t allowed. The Gods commands pressed on my mind.

I couldn’t hurt them unless they were evil. And they weren’t evil, just hot, pregnant sluts. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in Heather’s mouth as I considered just what did “harm” mean. Would grabbing Lizzy by the hair and dragging her about hurt her? No, no, it was just dominating a slut. Just like spanking a whore’s fine ass would only excite her.

Every slut loved to be spanked no matter how much they cried.

My dick throbbed. My balls swelled. That wonderful ache to erupt built in me. I groaned, clenching my fists against my impending orgasm. It would be so exciting spanking Lizzy’s ass while she cried out in “pain.”

“Stop sucking, slut,” I growled, my balls growing tighter. I didn’t have the Gods‘ stamina. I didn’t want to waste my load in Heather’s mouth. “I’m ready to fuck.”

Heather popped her mouth off my cock, a line of drool running down her chin. “Which one of us you want, Sheriff?”

“Ooh, can it be me!” Lizzy asked, looking so excited.

“No, no, Sheriff, I want your cock in my pregnant cunt,” cooed Heather. She fluttered her green eyes at me.

I growled, wanting them both, but Lizzy…

I seized the slut’s black hair. She yelped as I yanked her around Heather. The sound of her gasp of near-pain made my cock throb harder. I dragged her across the bed and smacked her rump as she passed me.

The stinging sound echoed through the air as she gasped. A bright, red handprint burned across the slut’s rump.

“On your knees like a bitch,” I growled, my dick so hard.

“Yes, Sheriff,” she gasped, her voice quivering with that delicious tinge of fear.

She did as I asked, thrusting that ass at me. I knelt behind her, staring at her rump, the juices dribbling down her thighs. My hands flexed.

SMACK!

The stinging crack resounded through the room. She yelped, my handprint burning red across her other butt-cheek. As she quivered, I grasped my cock and thrust it into her pregnant cunt. I buried into her juicy depths in a single plunge, savoring her tight, silky delight wrapped around me.

“Oh, Sheriff!” she squealed. “You’re so big!”

“Just the way you love it, slut,” I growled as I pounded away at her snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned.

She threw a look over her shoulder at me. Her braces gleamed. My cock throbbed inside her. I stroked into her hard, fast. I buried into that bred pussy, reveling in the silky delight gripping me, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

“What do you want me to do?” Heather purred, kneeling beside Lizzy. “My pussy needs some love, too.”

SMACK!

My hand cracked down on Lizzy’s ass again. Her pussy clenched down on me as I grunted, “Then put this slut’s mouth to work.”

“Yes, Sheriff!” Heather moaned in delight.

She crawled before Lizzy and rolled onto her back, her round belly thrusting up. She stroked her sexy curve while spreading her thighs to expose a fiery bush, damp with her excitement. Lizzy didn’t waste any time diving forward and licking her pregnant friend’s cunt.

I groaned, driving into Lizzy’s cunt as she feasted on the redhead. My dick hammered Lizzy hard, burying into the pregnant slut’s juicy twat. Her tight flesh gripped me, massaging me with that juicy sheath as I fucked her faster, harder.

“Oh, yes, Lizzy!” gasped Heather, her swollen breasts heaving. “Eat my pussy! I love it! Your braces are so fucking hot!”

I gripped Lizzy’s hips, pounding the whore faster. My eyes were fixed on Heather. Her body shook, her stomach swaying and her tits jiggling. Rapture crossed her face as she humped her pussy into Lizzy’s sweet mouth.

“Fucking sluts!” I growled. “All the dykes here are just whores!”

“Yes!” Heather gasped. “We’re whores for you and your men. We love it when you come here and use us. It’s so fucking hot!”

I thrust harder, my balls slapping into Lizzy’s cunt. She was so tight, the walls of her pussy squeezing and relaxing about my shaft. She milked me. Eager for my cum the way a good slut should be. Praise the Living Gods for delivering this new world.

I pounded her faster, harder. My balls smacked into her flesh, heavy with my cum. Her butt-cheeks rippled, glowing from her spankings. She moaned into Heather’s bred pussy. The slut I fucked feasted on pussy. She loved it.

“I’m going to knock you both up when you pop out your brats,” I groaned. “I want your bellies to always be swollen and sexy!”

“Yes! We’ll be your broodmares!” gasped Heather, her face flushed, her green eyes glowing. “Oh, fuck, yes! I’m cumming! Gods, yes, I’m cumming hard!”

I watched her shudder, knowing she was bathing Lizzy’s face in delight. Her pussy grew hotter and tighter as she lapped up her friend’s cream. Like the lezzie slut she was, she grew more and more excited, her pussy growing hotter about my dick.

Then she moaned into her friend’s snatch. She came on my cock. Her pussy convulsed about me. I groaned, loving it when a young slut climaxed on my dick. I plowed into her writhing cunt hard and fast, loving how fast the sluts here orgasmed.

Not like my slaves at home. The pussies here had hair triggers.

“Fucking whore!” I groaned, smacking her ass again.

CRACK!

Her ass glowed cherry red. Lizzy gasped in pain and pleasure as her orgasm burned through her. Her pussy rippled about my cock, her flesh sucking at me. My balls tightened as I hammered deep into her.

“Take my cock!” I growled. “Oh, fuck! You’re such a whore! I’m going to cum so much in you!”

“Do it, please, Sheriff!” she gasped. “Give it to me! My pussy needs it!”

I couldn’t hold out. Not when her barely legal twat spasmed around my dick like that. With a growl, I buried into her. My cum erupted from my dick. I shuddered, spraying her cunt with my seed. Rapture fired through me.

My cum pumped into her, thrusting me toward that single moment of pure ecstasy. I hung there, loving it as her pussy milked my cock dry. She groaned and whimpered, her pussy writhing about me. I savored it.

And then it was over. I panted, groaning, that lethargy settling over me.

“Thank you for playing with us,” Heather giggled, pressing her pregnant body on my right.

“It was fun, Sheriff,” smiled Lizzy. She gave me a kiss, her lips sticky with Heather’s spicy flavor.

“Yes, it was,” I grinned. Her throat was so delicate. What would it be like to choke her while I fucked her? To hear her gasping for breath as I pounded her. It wouldn’t hurt her. People got off on being choked. What color would her face turn?

Maybe I would find out next time.

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Deidre Cheshire

“Why did that asshole have to come today?” I groaned to Marybeth.

The cheerleader shrugged, her black hair caressing her shoulders. “Murphy’s law, I reckon.”

I glanced back at the house and watched the sheriff wander in, trailed by Lizzy and Heather. The two girls would keep him befuddled with their illusions. For the last month, the Cult had to put up with the bastard and his deputies coming around for sex.

Luckily, most of his deputies were now women thanks to the Wormwood Plague. The Cult didn’t need to waste their power befuddling the women.

I smiled; it was fun to make love to the female deputies while at the same time using them to gather more power. The passion they stirred in us, enemies of their “living gods,” only added more power to the reservoir dangling between my breasts. But no man could ever touch us save for the Ghost. We were his women.

“Carla and the rest will keep them occupied,” Ursula agreed, stroking her round belly. The blonde cheerleader glowed these days. Marybeth’s arm was around Ursula’s waist as the pair leaned against the fence. They had been dating before they joined the Cult.

I peered out at the long, gravel road that led to the highway. It was the only way to reach the ranch. I didn’t see any other cars on it, and no dust clouds on the horizon. You saw the hazy plumes rising before you saw the vehicle; it was how we knew to anticipate the sheriff. I glanced at my watch. Noel and her Patriots were supposed to be here a few minutes ago.

“She’s late,” I sighed.

“What if she doesn’t come?” asked Cheryl-Lynn. The nineteen-year-old girl was perched on the fence post.

“She’ll come,” Lynn said with certainty. The former college teacher looked calm. “She was quite eager to meet with us when we spoke in town last week.”

Contacting the Patriots had not been easy. The Cult had to resort to a spell, and even then, the Patriots had been cagey. It had taken over a month to earn their trust. Mark and Mary had the United States buried under their power while their Theocracy spread its insidious influence across the world, using the chaos of the plague to topple nations. Much of that power was spent hunting the Patriots.

We needed all the allies we could get, and the Patriots were the only resistance in the States.

A line of light flared nearby, drawing a circle in thin air. I jumped in alarm, grasped my amulet, and readied to cast a defensive spell. Had the Theocracy found us? I had seen the Gods open holes in reality like this. I could faintly make out the bronze knife sawing ahead of the light. It was cutting through the air.

I trembled, waiting. Was it over?

The circle completed and a hole appeared. Fog billowed on the other side of the hole in our reality. Three figures stood in the mist. A blonde woman, her hair in a tight bun, clutched a bronze dagger. She was flanked by a hulking, African-American man and an older guy with graying hair. All three wore black, tactical garb, the two men holding assault rifles while the woman had a sword sheathed at her hip.

I blinked at that. A sword? I shuddered. It felt… evil.

They stepped through, the blonde asking, “You’re Deidre?”

“Yeah. You’re Noel?” I asked, stepping forward.

She nodded, her gray-blue eyes sweeping across our farm. She tensed. “Why are there cops here?”

Her hand drifted down to that sword hilt and the men’s weapons came up. Fear shot through me. These three were deadly. They must be Warlocks, too. Only a Warlock could open a portal. No wonder the Patriots could fight against Mark and Mary—they were just like them.

They’d made deals with a demon. Maybe with the Devil himself.

“It’s okay,” I said. “The sheriff and his men like to come around and use us as their personal whorehouse.”

“But we bewitch them so they see what we want,” laughed Marybeth. “So relax, okay?”

Noel frowned. “You’re not Warlocks or Nuns or even Shamans. I’ve never seen blue auras before I met Lynn. We’ve been trying to puzzle out what that means all week.”

Our Auras were blue? I had no idea. “We’re Sorceresses,” I answered. “We worship a dead spirit. It’s similar to a Warlock’s Pact, but it doesn’t involve selling our souls.”

“We just give it to him,” sighed Ursula, stroking her belly.

“Him?” Noel frowned.

“The Ghost of Paris!” Cheryl-Lynn exclaimed. “We’re his cult.”

“I thought you were a group of lesbians. The Sapphicists?”

“That’s just what we tell the Glassnerians so they think we’re still following their gods‘ orders. Nothing Mark or Mary have commanded says we can’t be lesbians who want to dedicate ourselves to their worship out in the countryside.”

“Fair enough.” Noel smile grew on her lips, but it didn’t touch her eyes. “So you want weapons?”

“As you can see, we have a sheriff problem. And one day, things might get messy.”

“I think we can work something out.”

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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 – Marissa Myers

I strode to the barn, my twin marching at my side. Lizzy, Heather, and Tammy followed behind us. “I don’t know about this,” Lizzy whispered. “They’re scary.”

“It’ll be alright,” I told her, my tone soothing. “Shootin’ a gun is the simplest thang in the world.”

“Our pa taught us how to shoot when we were only four,” Rhonda May added. My twin had an excited smile on her face. Her auburn hair fell loose about her shoulders. Her blonde highlights had faded away since she couldn’t get more dye.

We passed Carla and the cheerleaders lugging heavy boxes out to the road. They were filled with mines that the Patriots had given us. They had also given us a collection of M16 rifles, 9mm handguns, a few RPG-7s, mines, and hand grenades. We had quite the arsenal in the barn.

“We all need to know how to shoot,” I said as we reached the barn.

Lizzy nodded, her face pale. She trembled.

“You’ll love it,” my twin added. “It’s excitin’ shootin’ a gun. Like that first time the Ghost touched you.” A broad smile crossed her lips.

“I’m eager,” Heather said and grinned.

Tammy nodded. “Yeah, let’s do this!”

“I knew you’d be,” I laughed. “You’re a redhead.”

“And that makes me love guns?” the pregnant Tammy asked.

“Yep,” I nodded, pulling out an M16 from an olive crate, the rifle nestled in black foam. My pa had the civilian model, an AR15, so I had some familiarity with it. The main difference was the selector switch. It could fire semi-automatic, like my pa’s, but it also had a three-round burst and fully automatic. “This is going to be fun.” I checked the breach, pulling back the slide, and made sure there wasn’t a round chambered.

“Safety first,” my sister said. “Always check to see if a weapon’s loaded. You do that by pulling on the breech”—she demonstrated, pulling back on the breech bolt—“and peering inside. Never look down the barrel of a gun! And never point it at someone unless you plan on shooting.”

“Also, keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot,” I added. “Trigger discipline is important.”

Tammy laughed. “Wow, you two are actually competent at something.” She picked up an M16 and gingerly pulled back the breech bolt. “I guess it’s empty.”

Lizzy swallowed, her hand trembling as she picked another out of the case. She fumbled at the bolt and dropped it. The metal clattered on the dirt floor of the barn. Lizzy let out a scared shriek, jumping back.

“It’s fine,” I told her, putting a comforting hand on the pregnant girl’s shoulder. “You can do this. For the Ghost.”

She swallowed and nodded. “For the Ghost. Right.”

Lizzy bent down and picked up the rifle. She held it. My pussy tingled. There was something exciting about the pregnant girl holding the rifle. Sexy and bold and innocent all at the same time. I leaned over, our guns clattering as they bumped together, and kissed her on the lips. My tongue darted out and brushed her braces.

“You’ll be fine, cutie,” I told her when I broke the kiss.

“Thanks, Marissa.” She took a deep breath and checked the breach without dropping the rifle this time.

“Okay, let’s go have some fun,” Rhonda May said, a huge grin on her face.

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Sunday, June 29th, 2014 – Marybeth Sargant

“My breasts are sore,” Ursula whispered, shaking me awake.

“Huh,” I groaned, shifting on the mattress I shared with my pregnant girlfriend. I was tired, clawing my way out of sleep.

I had spent the day setting up Claymores and concealing them with an illusion on the south field. They were the last of the anti-personal mines we’d gotten from the Patriots. There wouldn’t be any more supplies from them. The Patriots were crushed back in early May by the Theocracy.

By that pink-haired bitch Alison, the same cunt who executed the Ghost.

In a few weeks, all seven of the expectant mothers would give birth, and then we would summon the Ghost. But Miss Cheshire was growing paranoid that we’d get caught. Sheriff Fuckwad, as I liked to call him, was out here every other day. He seemed to be obsessed with the pregnant girls, wanting to fuck them as much as possible before they gave birth.

And his fantasies were getting darker. I was so glad none of us actually fucked him. He was whipping the illusions now as “punishments.” Sometimes he even choked them as he pumped away his dick in their cunts.

I felt bad for those three girls he kept as sex slaves.

“Marybeth, my breasts really hurt,” Ursula whispered. “I think they’re full of milk.”

“Okay,” I whispered, snuggling against Ursula’s heavy tits. They had been big before she had become pregnant; now they were amazing. Now I just loved to bury my face in them. Her swollen belly pressed into mine, her daughter giving a kick as I latched onto a fat nipple.

Her milk squirted into my mouth. I groaned at the delicious flavor. Warm and creamy, with a sweet aftertaste that reminded me of cantaloupe. I sucked harder, eager to drain every bit of her milk. My fatigue melted away. This was an amazing treat.

I couldn’t wait for the Ghost to join us so he could drink Ursula’s breast milk.

Power hummed in the air. I had grown so used to channeling all my sexual energy into Deidre’s necklace, increasing our reserve of power. And this was quite the source of energy I was tapping as I suckled. My girlfriend’s breast milk brimmed with sexual energy. It flowed into me with every suck and swallow of Ursula’s creamy delights.

I loved my girlfriend so much. She was so lucky to be one of the mothers.

“Oh, yes,” Ursula moaned. “That’s so good. Mmm, you’re making my pussy so wet.”

While greedily nursing, I slid my hand up her thighs so I could rub at her juicy pussy as I nursed. Ursula tossed her sandy-blonde hair apart as she writhed in pleasure. Her juices coated my digits. They stroked over her, teasing her.

Making her whimper.

I pumped two into her pussy, her hot flesh sinking around them as I nursed with hunger. Her creamy milk squirted into my mouth. I gulped down the delicious treat as my fingers plundered her pregnant twat, my own getting hot.

“So wonderful. I love you, Marybeth. Keep drinking. Oh, yes. You’re making me feel so wonderful.”

Good. I loved pleasing her. She was my favorite. I was so glad the Ghost pulled the stick out of her ass and taught her how to have fun. We had such a good time when the Ghost molested us cheerleaders as practice.

I shuddered, suckling with hunger. My fingers thrust faster and harder in my lover’s pussy. I churned up her cunt as I nursed on her nipple. She groaned, shifting on the bed, her pregnant belly rubbing into my stomach.

Her breast ran dry. So I switched tits.

I sucked, more warm milk squirting into my mouth. It flooded around my tongue. I swallowed it, savoring the warmth reaching down to my belly. I loved it. I could drink this every day for the rest of my life.

Ursula stroked my black hair as I nursed, smiling down at me. I bet she’d want a taste. I sucked in a mouthful, then pushed up her body. She smiled as I kissed her. I forced the milk into her mouth. She moaned, her tongue swirling about inside my mouth as she drank her own breast milk.

Her pussy squeezed around my fingers as she squirmed against me, rubbing her pregnant belly into my stomach. I shuddered, loving the feel of her. Her juices coated my fingers as I loved her. She whimpered, moaned.

She was excited.

“Do you need to cum now?” I asked after breaking our kiss. “I can eat you out. I’ve had enough milk. I need a different cream.”

“Uh-huh,” she panted. “I loved nursing you. The pleasure shot right down to my pussy. I need to cum.”

She stayed on her side—it was more comfortable to her at this stage in her pregnancy—while I kissed down to her breasts, pausing to take another suckle. Her milk squirted into my mouth, her pussy clamping down on my digits.

I continued down her body, reaching the swell of her pregnant stomach. I kissed up to the pinnacle. I paused to press my cheek against her belly. The Ghost’s daughter grew inside her. It was such a miracle.

I moved lower, Ursula lifting up her leg so I could get my head to her pussy. Her musk was overwhelming, stronger than her usual tangy flavor. I pulled my fingers from her twat as I nuzzled my head between her thighs.

I buried my tongue in the folds of her twat and gathered up all her delicious juices. They spilled over my lips and tongue. They coated me as I feasted on her. It was such a delicious treat to enjoy. My tongue flicked and fluttered through her, teasing her.

“Mmm, the best thing to wash down your sweet breast milk is your tangy cream,” I cooed.

“I bet.” She grabbed my hips and drew my pussy to her lips. My breasts pressed into her round stomach. I was almost bent around her curving belly so she could devour my hot cunt.

I shuddered as she pressed her lips against my pussy. Her tongue slid through my folds, teasing me. It spurred me to lick her faster and harder. I had to enjoy every bit of her. I sucked and nibbled on her labia, my tongue swirled through her pussy folds, and I gathered up every drop of her cream she had.

Ursula shuddered for joy, her pink hole clenching around my probing tongue. She returned the favor, nibbling on my clit. I gasped into her pussy, my pleasure swelling through me. I tongued her harder, giving her as much joy as she gave me. I buried my face deep into her pussy, wiggling my tongue down her hole.

“Marybeth!” she moaned into my snatch. Her tongue plunged into my juicy pussy.

“Mmm, my tangy Ursula!” I panted, her cream coating my lips.

I gripped her rump as I thrust my tongue over and over into her pregnant pussy. I stirred her around, teasing her, making her feel amazing. Her pregnant belly rubbed against my side, caressing me as I licked her.

Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She nibbled on my labia. I sucked on her clit. We ate each other. Pleasured each other. My orgasm swelled, fed by the milk warming my belly. I shuddered, my toes curling as I loved my girlfriend.

I nipped her clit.

“Marybeth!” she purred into my cunt. Her body spasmed against me, rubbing her pregnant belly against my tits. “Oh, yes! Oh, fuck!”

A flood of tangy juices poured into my lips. I drank down her juices. My tongue danced over her folds as she came hard. She whimpered and moaned about my clit, vibrating my sensitive nub. The pleasure shuddered through me, gathering in my core.

I came hard.

“You fucking slut,” I moaned as my pussy convulsed.

My juices gushed out of me into my girlfriend’s mouth. She licked at me while I feasted on her. Waves of pleasure shot through me. I groaned and gasped, trembling through my orgasm. That wonderful heat surged through me.

We loved each other, moaning, gasping, licking juicy pussy. Her tongue fluttered through my folds while I swirled around her clit. We both shuddered together. My toes curled as my pleasure carried me to the height of rapture.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped as my orgasm peaked. “You always know how to give me so much fucking pleasure!”

“I’ll say,” Miss Cheshire purred.

“Hey,” I groaned, rolling onto my back as the former librarian walked into the room naked, her jade pendant swinging between her breasts. I licked my lips covered in tangy pussy cream.

“How’d you generate so much power?” she asked in awe. “It was a flood of sexual energy.”

“Nursing.” I grinned and hefted Ursula’s tit. “There’s some left.”

Miss Cheshire smiled. She knelt down, her breasts jiggling, and nuzzled into Ursula’s nipple beading with creamy milk. My lover whimpered as the former librarian latched on and sucked. I trembled as the amulet Miss Cheshire wore flared as it absorbed the sensual energy.

“Wow,” Miss Cheshire moaned after releasing Ursula’s fat nipple. “That’s intense and delicious. Mmm, breast milk is a treat.”

Ursula giggled, then winced, clutching her stomach. “Oh, wow.”

“You okay?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “Just a cramp. I’m sure it’s…” Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow. That is some cramp.”

“Are you in labor?” I asked, sitting up, this rush of exhilaration shooting through me. She was due in two days. My heart beat faster and faster.

“Um, maybe I am,” Ursula said carefully, holding her pregnant belly.

“I’ll go get Doctor Savitri,” Miss Cheshire said. “I heard cumming can induce labor.”

Ursula giggled. “What a pleasant way too…” Her eyes widened. “Oh, my. Yes, go get the doctor, please and thank you.”

Ursula squeezed my hand while my heart screamed in excitement, pumping blood through me. The Ghost’s first daughter was coming.

* * *

Monday, June 30th, 2014 – Ursula Ayers

“You’re just so beautiful,” I smiled at the infant in her arms. Ten hours of labor was worth it to bring this beautiful creature into existence. “My precious Georgina.”

Marybeth sat beside me, holding my hand.

“Oh, she’s cute,” moaned Lizzy, clutching her own swollen belly. The petite girl seemed almost swallowed up by the size of her pregnant stomach.

The entire cult was trying to enter the room, all gazing down at the firstborn daughter of the Ghost. The first miracle of our Cult.

“You’re so special,” I whispered to my daughter, staring at her cute face. “You’re going to set your father free. He’ll be so happy to meet you.”

Georgina let out a mewling sigh, her eyes closed, and her little fists balled up before her.

I beamed as I rocked her. This was the happiest day of my life. I brought a new life into the world, a mix of the Ghost and myself. I kissed Georgina’s brow while everyone whispered around me.

* * *

Wednesday, July 16th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends

I strode into the dykes’ farmhouse, my boots spattering mud on their clean floors. I didn’t care. I was the law of southern Idaho. The government was changing. Slowly, the Theocracy was taking over the world, especially here in America. I was more than happy to help them out.

It meant more power for me.

The dykes all smiled at me as I strode into the living room. “Sheriff,” Lizzy smiled, cradling her newborn daughter in her arms. “How wonderful to see you.”

What a pity her brat had finally popped out. For the last two weeks, they’d been whelping their mewling infants left and right.

“Any of you whores still pregnant?” I demanded. I couldn’t get enough of defiling a pregnant slut. I had knocked up all three of my sex slaves, but they wouldn’t be showing for a few more months.

“Tammy,” Lizzy answered without even looking up. “She’s upstairs waiting for you.”

“Good.” I grinned. “You dykes are learning.”

Today’s visit was spur of the moment. That urge to fuck one of the pregnant dykes set in while I was driving back from the border with Wyoming. We had a rumor that a group of Denialists had been camping in the area. A lot of the devout Christians, Jews, and Muslims had taken to the hills, cutting themselves off from civilization to avoid hearing the Living Gods’ message.

We rounded them up and my men were processing them. They’d be taken to jail and held there until the next broadcast from the Living Gods. Then they’d be happy, productive members of society again, the words of Mark and Mary correcting their apostasy.

One of the Denialist women had been pregnant, and it set my blood boiling. I couldn’t fuck a Denialist; she wouldn’t consent, and that’d be rape. But a member of the Living Church knew to spread their thighs when a man needed satisfaction.

Even if she was a dyke.

Upstairs, I found Tammy lying naked on a mattress when I walked in. She was maybe eighteen or nineteen, her stomach swollen with her brat. Her sandy-blonde hair was fanned out on the mattress. She smiled at me like a whore as I unbuckled my gun belt. I set it on the table then… this impulse surged me.

I drew my 9mm pistol, a Smith & Wesson M&P, and pointed it right at her.

Fear crossed her eyes. I wouldn’t shoot her, but she didn’t know that. The vein in her throat fluttered. Her arms clutched her belly. She let out this whimper that made my dick so hard as I advanced on her.

“That’s right, cunt,” I grinned, my cock throbbing. “I could kill you, and no one would care.”

I itched to pull the trigger, my finger pressing on it. Just a few more pounds of force…

But I just couldn’t. That would be murder. I couldn’t find a way to justify shooting an unarmed, naked, pregnant girl. That went against the Theocracy’s commandments. The Living Gods had spoken the words.

But I could scare her while I fucked her.

This was power.

I fell to my knees between her and smiled as her shaking hands unfastened my jeans and unzipped my fly. She reached in and pulled out my cock. Her face was pale, her eyes wide. I loved it. I kept my pistol aimed at her as she brought me to her cunt.

I rammed into her and she whimpered. I buried into her tight cunt, loving how hot and wet she was. Her silk gripped me as I pumped into her cunt. She moaned, her plump breasts jiggling, her pregnant belly swaying.

Her fear made her even tighter. I loved it. I drank it in. I pushed the gun up against her temple as I fucked her, reveling in the power I had over her. I plowed into her, my finger right on the trigger as I pumped away in her.

“That’s it, slut,” I grinned. “Please me, and you won’t die. There’s around in that chamber.”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed. Her tears spilled down her cheeks.

My dick throbbed in her cunt. I fucked her harder, faster. My orgasm was building rapidly. I couldn’t last long. This was too hot. I smelled the metal of my gun; the oil from when I cleaned it this morning.

My balls tightened. Her pussy squeezed around my thrusting dick.

I moved the gun lower and shoved the barrel into her mouth. Her lips sealed about it. I groaned, pressing it deeper into her mouth as I fucked her hard. I plowed into her with such passion, fucking the slut.

“That’s it, whore!” I growled, plowing into her pregnant cunt. “Suck it. Worship it. One little squeeze on the trigger and… BANG!”

Her cunt squeezed down hard about my cock.

“You’re dead.”

She nodded her head, her teeth scraping on the barrel.

“That’s it. Work that pussy on my cock and suck my gun.”

My balls boiled. I pumped into her harder. I slammed my cock into her, reveling in the feel of her cunt around my dick. This was a heavenly delight. An amazing feeling that brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I closed my eyes, the moment growing nearer. My balls tightened. I was on the verge of that eruption. I ripped my gun out of her mouth as I slammed into her, reveling in her fear. The power I had over her.

I could kill her.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her pussy. The pleasure slammed through me as my balls unloaded. That wonderful rapture shot through me. She whimpered as my cum basted her pregnant belly, my finger twitching on the trigger.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “That’s—”

BANG!

The gun barked, jerking in my hand. A woman nearby screamed in fright.

Tammy melted away, the final squirt of my cum spilling out on the mattress. I gasped in shock. Where had she gone? There was no one before me. I trembled, my heart screaming in my chest, the barrel of my gun smoking.

What the fuck?

* * *

Carla Haroldson

Lynn’s tongue licked through my pussy while the sheriff thought he was fucking Tammy beside us. I was drawing power from the pleasure Lynn generated in my cunt, channeling it at the pervert and creating the illusion in his mind.

It was disgusting what he was doing to the illusion of Tammy, pointing that gun at her and shoving it into her mouth. Every day, the sheriff grew darker and darker.

He was cumming. I was glad, tired of—

The gun barked.

I jumped at the loud sound crashing into my ear. I cried out in surprise, the spell melting from my thoughts as my heart hammered.

The sheriff blinked for a moment, staring at where he thought Tammy was. With a wild look on his face, his head snapped around. The barrel of his gun smoked, the air filled with that acrid, burning reek. His eyes fell on us. They widened, realizing we were next to him the entire time.

Squeaking in fright, I sent the illusion into his mind to cloak Lynn and myself, hiding us from him.

“Warlocks!” the Sheriff roared, pointing his gun at me.

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