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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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Wednesday, July 16th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends

My heart hammered in my chest. Smoke curled from the barrel of my handgun. What the fuck was going on? Where did Tammy go? I was just fucking the pregnant slut. My cum, instead of spilling into the pregnant girl’s pussy, had splattered the bed.

I was just balls-deep in her. She was just sucking on the barrel of my gun while I fucked her. Everything was going great until I accidentally fired my pistol as I came. Someone shouted to my right, and then the slut vanished.

My gaze jerked around. Two feet away from me sat the redheaded dyke Carla. She was on a chair watching me, a pendant flashing between her naked breasts. She wasn’t there a moment ago. Between her legs was a black-haired woman staring over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with fear.

The girl I was fucking vanished, and these two appeared. It clicked in my mind. There was only one thing happening here. Magic. The sluts had used magic to make me think I was fucking Tammy. Meanwhile, they were having their little dyke lovefest right beside me, hiding their forms and mocking me as I fucked nothing.

Fury rose through me.

If they used magic, that made them Warlocks.

You shall not make Pacts with Demons.

The First Commandment of the Theocracy rang in my mind. The Living God seemed to whisper to me. Their will guided my hand.

“Warlocks!” I roared as I pointed my gun at the two demonic whores and pulled the trigger.

My gun barked over and over. Fire belched from the 9mm’s barrel. The air rippled about the witches, wavering like reality itself was being bent. My bullets careened off the distortion and struck the walls around them.

CLICK!

CLICK!

CLICK!

My gun dry-fired. I was out of bullets. My stomach lurched. I was in trouble. I had to get out of here. There were thirty women living here. Thirty Warlocks. I’d fallen into a nest of inequity. They would need to be cleansed. The laws of the Theocracy were clear. Any Warlock who did not turn themselves in was subject to summary execution.

No threat in the world was more grave than them.

I hauled my pants up as I raced past the two Warlocks. I didn’t have time to zip up, so I held onto my pants with one hand and my gun in the other. Women peered out of other doors as I barreled down the hallway. My favorite slut to fuck, Lizzy, stepped out clutching her infant daughter. The thing was probably the spawn of the demon these women cavorted with.

“Stop him!” screamed Carla. “He knows.”

As much as I would love to dash Lizzy’s baby upon the ground and crush its foul skull beneath my boot, I had to escape the house and raise the alarm. There were too many of the cunts for me to handle alone.

“Shit!” snarled the Black cheerleader. She threw herself before me and set her shoulder, her youthful face twisted.

I slammed into her and battered her out of the way. She slammed into the wall and crashed to the floor. I hurtled past her and charged down the stairs. I reached the first floor, the woman upstairs shouting, yelling.

I spotted the doors and rushed for them.

“Not so fast!” screamed one of the twins. Rhonda May leaped at me, hissing like a wildcat.

I smacked her in the face with the butt of my handgun. Blood streamed from her split lip as she fell down. I didn’t stop racing across the living room, leaving her gasping in pain behind me. I burst through the front door into the farmyard.

More of the Warlocks were outside, gaping in surprise. I didn’t give them a chance to recover. I hauled ass to my SUV, gravel crunching underneath my boots. I shoved my pistol into my pants pocket, my gun belt left behind, and ripped open the door to my vehicle. I dug in my pants pockets for my keys, my empty gun falling out onto the seat.

“Come on,” I shouted, my heart hammering. I had been in a few tight spots over the course of my career in law enforcement, but I had never been in the lion’s den before.

Women spilled out of the house. They shouted at me. Pointing. I found my keys and jammed them in the ignition. My SUV growled to life. I threw it into gear and hit the accelerator, backing up in a spray of gravel.

I was getting the fuck out of here.

* * *

Rhonda May Meyers

I spat blood from my aching lip as I stood up. That asshole hit me. Anger burned inside me. I raced out of the house through the open front door and spotted him hopping into his SUV. He was about to escape. My throbbing lip pulsed with pain.

Fury boiled through me.

“No way in fuckin’ hell!” I snarled and sprinted to the barn.

“What’s going on?” Heather asked as I raced by her. She cradled her daughter, Donna, to her chest.

“We need to kill that fucking sheriff!”

The words hit me with their true import. We had to kill the sheriff. He couldn’t be allowed to escape. Everything we’d worked for the last eight months would be ruined. We were so close to rescuing the Ghost from Hell. We only were waiting on Tammy’s daughter to be born.

I burst into the barn and darted for the nearest weapon case. I pulled an M16 from the box, slapped in a magazine, and chambered a round. I strode out of the barn, aimed the rifle at the fleeing SUV, and flipped the selector to a three-round burst. I drew in a deep breath, a strange calm descending upon me.

He had to die.

I pulled the trigger.

The M16 barked. The butt jammed into my shoulder. Sparks exploded across the sheriff’s tan SUV as he backed down the driveway to the road. I pulled the trigger again and again, the rifle thudding back into my shoulder.

“NO!” I screamed.

* * *

Sheriff Caleb Barends

My windshield turned into a cobweb of cracks as the first bullet punched through it. Metal pinged. Shrapnel ricocheted through my cab. Glass rained across my arm and lap as the driver window shattered. More bullets slammed into the front of my vehicle. I couldn’t see anything. I ducked low as I could and stared behind me as I drove reversed down the long driveway.

I floored it.

My heart beat fast. More guns barked. The RAT-TAT-TAT of automatic gunfire erupted around me. My heart screamed. “Get me out of this, Living Gods! Don’t let your enemies slay me!”

Pain flared in my neck.

I reached the road and turned the wheel hard, rounding the corner. I thrust the vehicle into drive. As my SUV roared forward, I grabbed my radio’s mic. “Officer in distress, 28 Yale Road!” I screamed. My passenger window shattered, glass spraying across the seat. “Officer in distress!”

“Officer in distress, 28 Yale Road,” the dispatch answered, her voice sounding cool. “Which unit?”

“The sheriff! I’m declaring a tac alert. All units are recalled. Full riot gear. Bust out the MRAP and the assault rifles.”

“Copy that, Sheriff. All units, countywide tac alert. All off-duty units are recalled.”

* * *

Deidre Cheshire

“Blow the mines!” I screamed as I burst out of the house.

Rhonda May, Marybeth, and Kelly were firing at the fleeing SUV. Bullet casing spat from the sides of their M16s. The bastard was already hauling ass down Yale Road, his SUV flying towards the interstate.

“Hurry!” I shouted. “Before he’s passed them!”

No one heard me over the deafening bark of the three M16s. Loud cracks filled the air, brass casing inking as they fell at the girls’ feet. I raced to the barn. I would do it myself. This was a complete disaster. What had gone wrong with the illusions?

The gunshots stopped.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the sheriff was a half-mile down the road and past our mines.

“Dammit,” I snarled.

“I’m so sorry,” Carla gasped. The redhead burst naked out of the house. She was crying, her body shaking. “It’s all my fault. I-I dropped the illusion.”

“How?” I demanded, panic and anger swirling inside me. “He’s going to bring help.”

“H-he fired his gun while he was fucking the illusion,” Carla answered. “You know how he’s been getting. He pulled it out and was putting it in the illusion’s mouth, making her suck it. When he came, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot startled me.”

“Lionesses!” Latonya, the cheer captain shouted as she burst out of the house, a look of fury on her face. “Let’s arm up and get out to the fence.”

The Boone College cheerleaders had determined faces as they flowed into the barn past me. They grabbed M16s and handguns from the crates, tucking the sidearms into their pleated skirts. Latonya looked fierce, her ebony face hard as stone, as she gripped her black assault rifle.

“Let’s hurry, ladies,” she shouted. “We’ve drilled for this.”

Carla sniffled. “What are we going to do?”

“Pull yourself together,” I told her, keeping my voice calm. “You can’t fall to pieces right now.”

“Right,” she nodded as another sob wracked her body. “I’m trying. My hand won’t stop shaking.”

The cheerleaders raced to the prepared trenches dug in the field along the driveway. Rhonda May and her twin sister joined them, along with a few of the older women. This was a complete, fucking disaster.

“Heather,” I barked at the redhead girl standing in the center, her face pale with shock.

“Yes, Miss Cheshire?” she stammered.

“Get Tammy and all the infants into the basement with their mothers.”

“What about Ursula, Kelly, and Latonya?”

Right, three of the cheerleaders were mothers, and they were already out in the trenches. “Have Cheryl-Lynn, Dr. Savitri, and Nevada watch their daughters.”

“And let Lynn watch my Annabeth,” Carla added.

“Hurry, Heather,” I snapped at the girl. “The cops are going to be racing here.”

Heather darted away into the house.

“Should we activate the shield?” Carla whispered.

Once the shield was activated, there was no hiding what we were from the world. It would be a sign. The Theocracy would bring every ounce of its power against us. Mark and Mary had solidified their control over half the world and all of the United States. I knew this would come to an end one day, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t be until after we’d rescued the Ghost.

We didn’t have to hold out much longer. I swallowed. We were so close.

“If we have to activate it, we will,” I told her. “But if we can somehow defeat these cops, then we might get out of this. We have the charms. We can shield ourselves from their weapons. The sheriff is proud. He won’t call in help beyond his department. If we can destroy the cops, that could buy us a few more days.”

Carla nodded, hope blooming in her green eyes. I wanted to believe my words so badly. But despair was nibbling away at me. I pushed it down. I had to be strong. I led these thirty women here. This was all my plan.

“Carla, let’s man the mines. We’ll be ready to detonate them when they come down the road.”

“Okay.” She swallowed. “We’re going to kill them, Deidre.”

I winced at the pain in her voice. “They’ll be tryin’ to kill us,” I answered. “What we’re doin’ is a death sentence these days.”

“Fucking Mark and Mary,” spat Carla.

* * *

Sheriff Caleb Barends

My neck throbbed. One of those cunts had grazed me. I patched up the bleeding line as I waited for backup on I-84 at the turnoff to Yale Road. Just a cunt hair to the right, and the bullet would have struck my carotid artery. I would have bled out. My body trembled as the adrenaline dwindled in me.

I almost died.

“Fucking dyke cunts!” I snarled, walking around to the back of my SUV. I pulled out my bulletproof vest and loaded my AR-15.

Sirens blared as the first of my deputies arrived. They parked around me, climbing out of the vehicles. They darted to the trunks of their cars and suited up with their riot gear. I nodded to them, my heart pounding. And then, barreling down the road, came the MRAP. A Mine Resistant Ambush Protect vehicle that had been sold to my department for a few hundred bucks by the Department of Defense. It was black, armored, and deadly, designed for use in convoys in Iraq and Afghanistan.

For the last few years, I had applied for every Federal grant I could. Homeland Security and the Defense Department had been funneling weapons into every police agency in the country as the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan had been winding down.

That was before the Theocracy took over. Now the Middle East was one furious war as the Muslims fought back against the Living Church.

Until then, I had armed my rural department with every bit I could get. If the government was giving away toys for nearly free, I wouldn’t say no. The MRAP was my favorite.

My deputies gathered around me as they arrived.

“We’re going to haul ass down Yale Road,” I told them as I stared at them. Thanks to the plague, most were women, but they all looked fierce. Determined. Each of them carried either AR-15s, the civilian version of the M16, or combat shotguns slung over their black body armor. “The MRAP will take the lead. We need to put these Warlocks down as fast as possible before they can cause any problems.”

“Are they all Warlocks?” Deputy Jarvis rumbled. “Or are we looking at one Warlock and her harem of Thralls?”

“No idea. But the redhead cunt, Carla, was casting a spell, and Deidre’s the leader. So maybe two, or maybe all of them.”

“Fuck me,” Deputy Mathews groaned. “We’ve all been out there. What if they cast some spells on us?”

I shuddered at the thought. “I don’t know. Let’s assume they haven’t. Ain’t nothing we can do if they did. So we need to burn them down fast. They’re Warlocks. They’re a threat to the Theocracy. This is our job.”

The deputies all nodded, excited adrenaline pumping through them.

“So we’re going to go there, and we’re going to execute every fucking one of those cunts! They’re polluting our community. They’re an affront to our Living Gods!”

“Mark and Mary!” the deputies roared, passion burning across their faces.

They were all faithful.

“Then let’s roll!” I snarled.

I joined Deputy Jarvis in his SUV. Mine smoked. The radiator had been damaged and the engine now whined. I was lucky I escaped. Both front tires had been shot up, and I had been driving on rims by the time I reached the highway.

The MRAP led the way. The ugly, armored vehicle roared down Yale Road. A convoy of twenty patrol cars and SUVs followed. Each carried two or three of my deputies. We were locked and loaded, ready to put down the bitches. I clutched the AR-15, excitement bubbling through me. It was a shame they all had to be executed. I really would like to keep Lizzy and a few of the other teens.

But if they were Warlocks, they had to die.

Yale Road was long and it was miles to their ranch. We flew past pastures of cows, fields of potatoes, wheat, cabbage, and other crops. After a mile, the pavement ended and Yale road became gravel.

All I could see was dust billowing around us, hiding what we were driving into.

* * *

Deidre Cheshire – Cassia County, Idaho

“They have a fucking tank!” Marybeth screamed. She was in the drainage ditch by the fence line with the cheerleaders. They were all armed, all ready to defend the farm from the force bearing down on us.

A long line of dust hurtled towards us down Yale Road. I trembled, my heart pounding. This day had gone so wrong. While befuddling that pig of a sheriff’s mind, he had fired his gun and startled Carla, controlling the spell. For months, we’d kept him and his deputies distracted, making them think they were fucking us through illusions projected into their minds.

Sheriff Barends discovered the truth when Carla lost her concentration on the ritual spell she was casting and tried to kill her, but she shielded herself. He fled despite our efforts to stop him.

Now he returned with his entire sheriff department.

Through the dust billowing down the long, gravel road that led to our farm, lights flashed and sirens blared. At the front was a black, armored nightmare, spewing a thick cloud of gray-brown behind it, hiding the rest. It truly was a tank. Something that belonged on a battlefield, not southern Idaho.

I swallowed. Would our mines be enough to take that out? I held the detonator for the trap we’d laid around the road in my sweaty hand. We’d prepared for this day. We gathered weapons, stockpiled them.

We were so close to our goal. Just days away. We needed Tammy to have her daughter so we could begin rescuing the Ghost from Hell. We had to defeat this attack. We couldn’t let the rest of the Theocracy learn about us. If Mark and Mary brought all their power down on us…

“Wait until they’re all in the kill zone,” Carla whispered. The redhead stood beside me, her voice strained. “Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re about to do this.”

“For the Ghost,” I whispered, cold pumping through my veins.

The tank and six or seven vehicles entered the zone. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed the button.

The mines detonated with a loud clap a moment later. A physical wave of air slammed into me, whipping my hair. My ears rang then ached, assaulted by the shock waves. Clouds of angry gray erupted like mushrooms releasing spores across the road. Death swallowed the approaching convoy.

The wind blew away the smoke to reveal the carnage. Twisted cop cars littered the road, metal mangled and shredded by the explosion. Some were knocked into the ditches. Fires burned from beneath hoods, filling the air with black smoke. The rear of the convoy slammed on their brakes before slamming into the wreckage.

The tank kept coming. It looked unfazed by the Claymores.

“Shit!” Marybeth screamed and hopped out of her trench, running away in fear.

* * *

Sheriff Caleb Barends

“Shit!” I gasped as the boom deafened my ears. Black smoke burst before me, engulfing the line of my department’s vehicles.

“Fuck!” Deputy Jarvis screamed as he slammed on his brakes.

I groaned, my hand planting on the dashboard to keep me from flying forward. Smoke boiled ahead. Metal groaned. Fires burned. As the obscuring fumes drifted away, my blood went cold. Blackened, twisted vehicles littered the road. My deputies’ vehicles. The ground on either side of the road was cratered.

“They have mines?” I snarled. “Those fucking dykes!” I had never felt such a black rage as I stared at the six or seven of my deputies’ vehicles destroyed. My men dying.

“Fuck me,” Jarvis groaned.

Gunfire erupted. To our left at the fence line, those dykes popped up from a drainage ditch, firing M16s at our convoy. Bullets pinged into the wreckage. Survivors spilled out of their vehicles. I ducked low, the bullets slamming into the SUV I sat in. My men were cut down as they struggled to regroup, shot down by those bitches.

But the MRAP kept barreling forward. The armored personnel carrier turned onto their driveway, crashing through the wooden gate. Ten of my SWAT officers were in there with submachine guns. They’d mow down those cunts in the trenches.

I ducked low and threw open the passenger door of the SUV as bullets pinged off my vehicle. I threw myself out as an excited thrill passed through me. I felt like I was in the army all over again. I gripped my AR-15, eager to engage with the enemy. To kill them.

“Pour all your fire on those trenches!” I shouted. “Keep them pinned down! Let’s teach these cunts not to mess with the Cassia Sheriff’s Department!”

* * *

Marybeth Sargant

I ran towards the barn. The tank roared behind me, unfazed by the mines.

“Please, Ghost, let this work!” I shouted, my heart thundering.

I stared at the barn, focused on it. Behind me, the tank growled like an angry bull charging down at us. I streaked past Deidre and the naked Carla, my pleated, black-and-gold skirts swirling about my pumping legs.

“What are you doing?” Deidre screamed. The air warped about her as her shield charm deflected incoming fire from the tank. “We need to hold them off!”

“Saving us!” I answered and darted into the barn.

My heart screamed adrenaline through me. I felt energized even as terror rippled through me. I cast my gaze around, looking for the right one. Which one was it? I had to think. Focus. The tank growled louder.

There it was.

I ripped open the crate to my right. Inside lay an RPG-7 packed in straw. It was a bazooka, an anti-tank weapon from the old Soviet Union. The warhead was a long, green cone of death thrusting from the end of a tube with a scope on the side. I hefted it, too scared of the tank to be frightened by the lethality of the rocket launcher.

“Shit!” Carla shouted as I ran back past her, slinging the RPG onto my shoulder.

RPGs were simple to use. I aimed down the driveway at the tank, staring through the simple sights. Deidre chanted behind me. The air rippled in a sphere about me. The police were firing out of the tank at me, muzzles flashing from armored slits. I hoped this worked.

I squeezed the two triggers.

The RPG bucked in my arms. A loud, burning wumph erupted. The missile shot forward, trailing smoke. I coughed, catching a lungful of the acrid reek. It streaked down the road, spiraling a bit, then slammed into the front of the tank.

Metal groaned. Fire blossomed. The shock wave struck me. The magical shield around me rippled. Heated shrapnel flew through the air, ripping through the wood siding of the house. Smoke poured out of a gaping hole in the front of the damaged tank. A hatch opened in the back of the vehicle. Black-garbed SWAT officers poured out of it with MP5 submachine guns.

My fellow cheerleaders shot at them. Bullets hissed through the air as the officers returned fire. Air rippled about my cheerleaders as their shield charms defended their vulnerable bodies. The swat officers raced for cover, firing as they maneuvered.

Bullets struck a few officers’ exposed legs. They collapsed on the ground. Their body armor absorbed some of the hits, but more fell before they could reach cover. They dived behind a small fence, cowering on their bellies behind wooden slats. The other cops at the convoy fired their own assault rifles back at us.

Realizing how fast we were firing, I darted into the barn and snagged a crate of ammo. I groaned as I lugged the heavy, metal box toward the trenches. Ahead of me, bullets spat from both sides, death flying through the air.

My girlfriend Ursula rose from her position as I stumbled forward. Her pleated skirts swirled about her thighs as she lobbed a grenade at the cops. They scattered. The explosion knocked a smoking vehicle a few feet sideways. More cheerleaders rose.

More grenades flew from the trenches.

“That was awesome,” Ursula said when I dropped into the trench. “You blew the fucking tank up!”

* * *

Sheriff Caleb Barends

“We have to fall back,” Deputy Mathews yelled. “They’re too well armed. Look what they did to the MRAP.”

I ground my teeth, glaring at the fucking dyke cheerleaders calling out vile slogans as they fired their guns and hurled grenades. Wounded deputies were being piled into the few patrol cars still working while the last survivors of my swat team made a dash for cover, driven back by fucking college girls.

“Gods damn it,” I growled. “Put a call into the National Guard Unit up in Twin Falls. Tell ’em we need their help ASAP!”

“The governor’s got to okay that.”

That was a bitter pill. I didn’t want to have to admit that I fucked this up. I surveyed the scene. Half my deputies were dead. Another dozen wounded. “Fuck, fall back a mile. We’ll set up a new perimeter there and bunker down until the military can be called in.”

My stomach soured as we retreated crouched down in the drainage ditch on the far side of the road, the wounded driven out on the few vehicles still running. It was galling. Half my department’s cruisers and SUVs were destroyed. I had dozens of deputies dead and wounded.

I was the Sheriff of Cassia County. I ran things! I shouldn’t have to be forced to flee like a cur.

“That’s right!” shouted the cheerleaders. “You fucked with the Lionesses, and we clawed your sorry asses!”

I would make all those cunts pay.

* * *

Heather Pritchard

“Governor Cantrell has just activated the Idaho National Guard,” the reporter said. I sat in the living room with most of the other members of the cult, staring at the TV. “A den of Warlocks has been discovered and has killed twenty-seven deputies of the Cassia County Sheriff Department.”

“A sad day for America and the Theocracy,” the co-anchor agreed with a somber nod.

I clutched my daughter tight, rocking my infant in my arms.

“What are we going to do?” demanded Ruth. Even in a crisis, the exhibitionist was naked. She hadn’t worn clothing since Spring when it warmed up. The girl leaped to her feet, her breasts bouncing. “The military’s gettin’ involved.”

“Do we run?” asked Tammy, clutching her pregnant belly. She was due any day now.

“They’d just catch us,” Mindy said, tears brimming in her eyes. “I wanna see the Ghost again. We gotta activate the shield.”

“Once we do that, we are never leaving this farm,” Miss Cheshire said. “They’ll surround us.”

“We have magic,” Mindy said. “We can hold them off until we can summon the Ghost. We just need a few days.”

“And then what?” Dr. Savitri asked. “We’ll run out of food. Our magic can’t supply all we’ll need.”

“We have enough saved for a few months. We can stretch that out longer with spells,” Carla said, cradling her own infant. “But we can’t stop the military without the shield. It’s why we prepared it.”

“Yes,” Heather nodded, staring at Deidre. “We can buy six months. That should give us and the Ghost time to figure out a way out of this mess. Let’s activate the shield.”

“Yeah,” Cheryl-Lynn agreed.

“It’s what we need to do, Miss Cheshire,” Lizzy whispered, clutching Gabriela to her breast. “The Ghost will know how to save us.”

Miss Cheshire gave us all a sad look. “Okay. We’ll cling to this one bit of hope.”

“You don’t think the Ghost will save us,” I accused, staring into her eyes.

“He will,” she assured us. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Once we summon him, we’ll be chained to him permanently. Where the Ghost goes, we go. If you want out, now’s the time.”

I shook my head. “There’s not a single woman here that will abandon the Ghost now. We didn’t scrape through the winter and put up with that pig to quit now. Right?”

“Right!” the cult shouted.

“We’re the Ghost‘s!” Lizzy said, her braces flashing.

Miss Cheshire’s gloomy expression faded, replaced by a smile. “You’re right. We’re the Ghost’s no matter what happens.”

She grasped her amulet and energy rippled around. “I call upon our protective spirit. Ghost, activate the defenses we prepared. Let our energy feed your shield and protect us from our enemies. Shelter us with your strength.”

I shuddered as I felt the magic flowing out from the amulet. I glanced out the window. A green dome thrust from the perimeter. It climbed high into the sky and arched over us before vanishing out of sight. I knew it was all around us, encasing us in a bubble of protection. It rippled and undulated, distorting everything beyond. My stomach clenched at the nauseating sight of the sky roiling.

“We’re safe,” Miss Cheshire whispered. “For now.”

* * *

Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID

“The governor will see you know, Sheriff,” the buxom, eighteen-year-old secretary said. She wore just the slip of a dress, her round tits all but falling out. She was one of the governor’s harem. He was a lucky man to have that lithe creature at his beck and call.

I stood up, adjusting my uniform, then strode into the governor’s office. Governor Cantrell rose from behind his desk when I reached it, thrusting his ebony hand over it. I clasped it, giving him a firm shake.

“This is quite the fuck-up, Sheriff,” he said as he sat back down.

“They used their magic to befuddle me and my men for months,” I spat. “Fucking dykes.”

“You never thought it was suspicious that a group of women called themselves the Sapphicists and tried to keep apart from the rest of the Living Church?”

I glowered at his rebuke. “Well, no, sir. They claimed to want to devote their lives fully to the Gods and express their love to their fellow women. Like they were nuns or something. Least, that’s what I thought.”

He pursed his lips, considering me. “Do you have any idea how to break their shield?”

I didn’t react to the abrupt change of subject. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I said, “That’s a tough nut to crack, sir. The Guard shelled it for seven hours straight. Didn’t even dent it as far as I could tell. They got filthy, devil magic. When my men tried to arrest them yesterday, they made the ground erupt and destroyed my MRAP.”

“With conventional weapons?”

“Maybe. But where’d they get an arsenal like that? They had a rocket launcher! I bet they were using their vile spells. This is beyond us mortal men, Governor.” It galled me to admit it. “I tried to handle it on my own, and you saw the mess that it left.”

The governor nodded. “I had the same fear. I—”

His phone beeped. He reached over and picked it up. “Yes, sweetie?” I didn’t hear what his sex slave answered back, but the governor’s dark face grew pale. “Okay. Patch Him in.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Our God.”

A chill ran through me.

The governor turned his chair to a TV set in the corner. I hadn’t noticed it. An aide wheeled it forward and an image appeared on the screen. An Asian woman with a porcelain face in a navy-blue stewardess outfit appeared. Her outfit was so low cut, I could see her nipples topping her apple-sized breasts.

“Governor Cantrell?” she asked. “I’m Sergeant Yamaguchi, communications technician for the Gods. Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” the governor said, his voice cracking. “I have Sheriff Barends from Cassia County with me.”

“Very good, Governor,” she answered. Her voice had a military bearing despite the provocative nature of her outfit. Only the most beautiful women directly served the Gods. They had such style. “Stand by for our God.”

My throat was dry. I was really going to speak with the Living God. I trembled in awe.

“Okay, he’s here.” Sergeant Yamaguchi looked off-screen. “Master, Governor Cantrell and Sheriff Barends.”

“Thank you, Ami,” a deep voice said. The woman stood, and I caught a brief flash of her naked ass beneath her skirt. I heard a deep kiss exchanged. “Take Chase.”

“Gladly, Master.” Sergeant Yamaguchi’s cool, professional demeanor melted away as she cooed in a sing-song, “How are you doing today, Little Mistress?”

The God sat down. Fit, handsome, His eyes an intense blue. He stared at us for a moment. “This is quite the mess we have.”

“Sorry, Sir,” stammered the governor. “We tried to handle it on our own, but…”

The God nodded. “But they’re Warlocks.”

A baby gurgled in the background. The Holy Daughter, Chasity Alberta Glassner. Sergeant Yamaguchi sat behind the God, dandling the baby in her arms and grinning at the infant Goddess.

“That’s right, Chase,” the God smiled, looking back at His daughter. “They fucked up in Idaho, and now Daddy has to clean up their mess.”

I swallowed; a tremble passed through me. The God was disappointed in us.

He turned back to face us. “I’m sending a company of the Legion.” They were the Living Gods’ personal soldiers, blessed to fight dark powers. “Along with Desiree and Alison. They will take command. You will render them all the assistance they need.”

His words felt like iron wrapped around my soul. I felt the force of His majesty shaping me to His will.

“Absolutely, Sir,” the governor answered at once. “The Holy Sluts will have every resource of the State of Idaho.”

“Good,” He nodded. The screen went dark.

I let out an explosive breath. “He didn’t punish us.”

“Yet,” groaned the governor. “Maybe He’s leaving it for Alison and Desiree.”

I swallowed. Those women were ruthless. They had destroyed the Patriots and executed over a dozen rogue Warlocks. “I better get ready to meet them and make sure they have all the help they can get.”

I couldn’t afford to mess this up. I had to be ready, to make sure the Holy Sluts understood how I was tricked. How this wasn’t my fault.

Warlocks were duplicitous cunts.

* * *

Deidre Cheshire – Cassia County, ID

The shield rippled as another barrage of artillery slammed into it. Shells burst against it, sending shock waves washing across the green energy. It was eerie. I could see the fireballs lighting up the night sky and illuminating the farmyard, but the sounds of their detonations never reached my ears.

“Why does the shield let through light but not sound?” I asked Carla.

She shrugged. “You’re the expert, Deidre.”

I snorted. “If I’m the expert then we’re in a world of hurt. It don’t make a lick of sense to me. All this magic…” I sighed. “I don’t understand how any of it works. I just do what the book says.”

“Good enough,” Carl said. “The shield’s holding.”

I nodded my head. I’m not detecting any weakening. We’ll be safe for months.” I bit my lip, worry tightening my expression. “More than long enough to summon the Ghost.”

“And he’ll save us,” Carla said. “Right?”

Not in this life. “When Mark and Mary come, I don’t know how long the shield will hold.”

“Isn’t there a way to transport us? The Warlocks can enter the Shadows. Why not us?”

“I’ve read the book from cover to cover. There is nothing in there for our type of magic. We’re stuck here.”

“What happens when the barrier fails, Deidre?” Carla asked, laying her head on my shoulder. “What are you hiding from the rest of us?”

“We’ll be together,” I told her. “With the Ghost.”

Carla tightened her arm on my waist. “That doesn’t sound bad.”

“No,” I admitted. “It doesn’t sound bad at all.”

It might very well be. I wanted to tell Carla, but a selfish voice held me back. We were so close to resurrecting the Ghost and freeing him from his torment. I didn’t want to take any chances and reveal our true fate.

“Doctor Savitri says Tammy’s fully dilated,” Ursula called out, her voice ringing across the yard.

The cheerleader, cradling her daughter Gabriella in her arms, sauntered up to us. She wore only her cheerleading skirt. Her heavy breasts swayed, nipples dark red and beading with milk. She joined us, glancing at the shelling pounding the shields.

“It’s almost beautiful,” Ursula whispered.

“Almost.” I smiled, a surge of excitement rippling through me. If Tammy was that far in labor, it wouldn’t be long before the last baby would be born. We were so close. “Let’s go welcome the Ghost’s newest daughter.”

“Your sister’s ’bout to be born,” Ursula cooed to her daughter. “Ain’t that wonderful? You and her are gonna be such good friends. All seven of you will be. Together, y’all help us summon your pa. Don’t that sound amazin’?”

Gabriella let out a yawning coo.

“I thought so.” Ursula smiled then she kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Deidre let Carla pull her to the farmhouse. Lights danced and flickered in the windows. We were using up our stock of Coleman lanterns and candles. The shield had severed the power line running to the house when it activated.

In the living room, Tammy lay gasping and moaning on a mattress. Her legs were apart, her naked belly contorting. Her lover Cheryl-Lynn knelt beside her, gripping the sandy-blonde Tammy’s hand. The pregnant girl’s face went red as she strained. The entirety of the cult was crowding into the living room, straining to watch the Ghost’s latest child being born.

A quiet hush fell. Only Cheryl-Lynn’s whispered encouragement, Tammy’s moans, and Dr. Savitri’s comments filled the room. “That’s it,” the Indian doctor said as she knelt between Tammy’s naked thighs. “Keep pushing. I can see the crown. Everything’s looking fine.”

“Yeessss!” Tammy groaned, and her daughter was born.

Everyone cheered as Nurse Nevada washed the baby clean and handed her to Tammy. The nineteen-year-old momma cradled her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks—they weren’t the only ones; my eyes flowed like the Rio Grande—as she gazed into her daughter’s eyes.

“Hello, Ophelia,” Tammy cooed. “Ain’t you the most beautiful thing in the world?”

“Definitely.” Cheryl-Lynn beamed. She kissed Tammy’s sweaty forehead. “You made a cute babe, darlin’.”

“Prepare the ritual,” I whispered to Carla. All seven daughters had been born. It wouldn’t be long now.

* * *

Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Carla Haroldson

The sun rose the next morning as I surveyed the farmyard. All the mattresses in the house had been dragged outside, forming a giant bed. In the center, the others had piled blankets and sheets to make something soft to lay the babies on. Around the mattresses, I’d drawn a hexagon, furrowing the hard dirt. That had been a chore; the dirt had been compacted by decades of heavy farm equipment. After my sweaty labor, Deidre had cast a brief spell and anchored each corner with one of the lesser amulets.

Everything was ready for the ritual.

“Is this really gonna work?” Lizzy asked, setting her daughter Heather on the pile of sheets and comforters at the center. The innocent-looking blonde straightened up, her tits beading with milk, braces flashing on her teeth.

“It will,” I told her, pulling the cute eighteen-year-old girl to me, my heavy, naked breasts brushing her perky tits. “This is the start of summoning the Ghost.”

She smiled.

The other mothers placed their daughters in the center. Kelly set down Zelda, Latonya Remelda, and Ursula gently lowered Gabriella. Rhonda May walked out with my Annabeth. I scooped my daughter up from the girl’s arms, beaming at my daughter and kissing her on the forehead before I set her down with the others. Heather placed Donna down next to my daughter, and Tammy came last, laying her daughter between Zelda and Gabriella.

The Ghost’s daughters all cooed with delight with no idea that they were going to rescue their father from Hell. The other members of the Cult drifted out, all naked and lovely. The Ghost had great taste in women. Over the eight months, we’d lived on the farm, I’d gotten to intimately know all thirty-two members of the cult.

Deidre was the last to emerge, her heavy breasts jiggling as she walked, tawny hair brushing her naked shoulders. A pendant glinted between her tits, seething with energy. The cult all fell on the mattress, pairing up, ready to begin the ritual to age the daughters.

We didn’t have time to let them grow up normally.

I pulled Deidre down to me. I nuzzled into her breasts and latched onto a nipple. I sucked hard. Around us, feminine moans filled the air as the other women and girls began making love. I shuddered, loving it as I sucked on Deidre’s nipple.

Out of the corners of my eyes, I witnessed the fun.

Heather and Lizzy lay on their sides, each nursing from the other’s breast with noisy hunger. Rhonda May and her twin worked a double-headed dildo in and out of their cunts, and the cheerleaders were a ball of writhing, sucking, licking flesh.

“Let the circle be complete,” Deidre moaned as my hands squeezed and kneaded her tits.

A hum rippled through the air. A violet, wavering dome sprang around us, formed from the hexagon. All our lust would be channeled toward the center. Towards our daughters. I nibbled harder at Deidre’s nipple, my hand sliding across her body, reaching for her hot pussy.

“Ghost of Paris, channel our energy into your daughters,” she chanted. “Let them dream and grow and learn. Let the span of years pass in hours.”

The babies’ gurgling fell silent as our daughters slipped into their dream. I lifted up on my hands and stared at my sweet Annabeth. Red hair curled atop the crown of her head, growing longer as her body slowly aged. It was working.

Deidre’s lips latched onto my breasts. I gasped as she sucked hard. My milk squirted into her hungry lips. I shuddered, the pleasure shooting straight to my pussy. My cunt grew hot as I ran my hands through her silky hair.

I loved nursing another woman. They sucked with such passion.

Deidre was no exception. My milk flowed into her mouth. My nipple throbbed and ached. She feasted with such hunger. The delight spilled through me. My heart hammered in my chest. The passion spilled through me. My eyes widened. I shifted my hips from side to side. My heart thundered in my chest. The passion spilled through me every time she nursed.

“Drink my milk, Deidre,” I groaned, humping my hips. “So good. I love it when you suckle from me.”

She purred around my nipple while her right hand slid down my body. I shuddered as she went lower and lower, crossing my stomach. She pressed between my thighs and slid over my shaved pudenda to find the hot folds of my pussy.

As she stroked my petals, another shudder shot through me and left behind aching heat. Her fingers were deft and teasing. They darted up and down me, brushing my clit. She suckled as she diddled me, my milk spurting into her mouth.

“Deidre!” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. My heart pounded as the passion shot through me. It was incredible. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I gasped as she plunged her fingers deep into me. I arched my hip, my pussy sucking at her fingers as they worked in and out of my twat. They plunged in deep and curled. She stroked across the top of my pussy, finding that naughty spot inside of me, teasing me for just a moment.

I whimpered. Moaned. My body shuddered as she suckled at me. My milk squirted into her mouth. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of my milk. My toes curled. She purred around my nipple, a naughty sound.

Why?

I gasped as she jammed a third finger into my pussy, stretching my cunt to its limits. I loved it. Nerves rejoiced as she stimulated them. I whimpered, squirming on the mattress, staring up at the dome of purple above us.

“Can you lick my pussy?” Lizzy moaned as the barely legal girl stepped over me. She was the only one still eighteen; her birthday wouldn’t happen until late August.

“Yes,” I moaned, staring up at her as she lowered herself down, straddling my face.

Her shaved twat descended. Her pussy was delicious, though not as tight after having her baby. I didn’t care. She planted that barely legal cunt right on my mouth. I licked my tongue through her, teasing her.

She gasped and ground against me. She smeared her hot cunt across my hungry mouth. That sweet cream pilled past my lips. I gripped her thighs and stared up her flat stomach to her ripe, little breasts. Pregnancy had given the girl a nice pair of tits.

“Oh, yes, yes, Carla!” she moaned while Deidre kept nursing at my breast and fucking her fingers into me. “You feel amazin’!”

Lizzy’s braces flashed down at me as she squirmed. Her sweet cream poured into my mouth. So much came out of the petite girl. Her perky tits quivered as she ground on me, her thighs flexing beneath my hands. I moaned, my nipple throbbing as my milk squirted into Deidre’s hungry mouth.

“Ooh, free titties!” Heather moaned.

The naughty girl crawled up and latched her lips onto Lizzy’s breast. The girl trembled on me, nursing Heather while I feasted on her pussy. I groaned, my tongue diving deep into Lizzy’s pussy, squirming around inside of her.

Heat swelled through me. This wicked warmth that had my heart pounding in my chest. My pussy clenched on Deidre’s fingers. She suckled hard on my nipple, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. I whimpered, my orgasm swelling fast.

“Mmm, lick her cunt, whore,” hissed Deidre after popping her mouth off my nipple. “She has a cute butt. She keeps flexing it in front of my eyes.”

“Maybe you should lick it,” Lizzy moaned, her fingers sliding through Tammy’s hair.

Deidre slipped a fourth finger inside my pussy, stretching me out even more. I gasped into Lizzy’s pussy. I felt Deidre’s body sliding up mine and, based on Lizzy’s sequels, nuzzled at her asshole. I pictured the librarian pressing her face between Lizzy’s cheek and licking at the girl’s sphincter, rimming her.

Heat rippled through me. My stretched-open cunt squeezed down on Deidre’s four fingers. I shoved my tongue deep into Lizzy’s snatch. I squirmed around her, soaking in her sweet juices. My body quivered as the passion built in me.

“So good! Lick me, suck me! Oh, yes!” gasped Lizzy. “I’m gonna cum!”

She let out a low moan as her orgasm shot through her. The girl came like a firecracker. I was still building to mine, and here she was creaming my face. Juices gushed out of her pussy and into my eager lips. I drank down her sweet delight.

I reveled in the young girl’s passion. My body quivered. My own pussy was on fire, stimulated by Deidre’s plunging fingers. Those four digits pumped in and out of me as I lapped at Lizzy’s pussy. The girl squirmed, holding Tammy to her breast.

I was on the brink of cumming.

So close.

“Deidre, make me cum!” I moaned.

She purred in answer, her voice muffled. She must be going to town on Lizzy’s asshole.

Deidre’s fingers curled inside me. I gasped as she formed a fist. I shuddered as she drove deep into my pussy, my flesh clinging to her fist and wrist. She stretched me to my utter limits, her knuckles massaging my silky walls.

The stimulation swelled through me.

I bucked as my orgasm erupted through me. I moaned into Lizzy’s cunt as my body writhed out of control. My pussy convulsed about Deidre’s fist plunging in and out of me. She thrust it over and over as the waves of rapture surged through me.

My sexual energy poured out of my body and into the spell, sliding toward my daughter and her sisters.

It fed them, aged them as they dreamed their entire lives. I whimpered and groaned. My body bucked, my tits jiggling. My pussy convulsed around my lover’s fist while I moaned into Lizzy’s pussy, my pleasure surging through me.

“Oh, too much!” Lizzy moaned. The petite blonde slipped off of me.

I gasped and panted, my face smeared in pussy cream as my orgasm kept rippling through me. Deidre pumped her fist deep into me. I gasped, my breasts heaving as my cunt spasmed around her entire hand buried in me.

“Free mouth!” Heather moaned, the redhead grinning as she pounced on Lizzy.

I shuddered, my orgasm peaking in me as Heather straddled Lizzy’s face. The redhead ground her furry muff onto Lizzy’s mouth. The petite girl licked and lapped, her toes curling as she feasted on that cunt.

“Damn,” I panted as Deidre pulled her fist out of my pussy. She latched on my other nipple, suckling on it, eager to drain that tit dry.

My daughter was a toddler now, growing fast. She was so beautiful. I would never get to watch her grow up for real, but I knew, in the dream, she would experience a happy life with her sisters.

Deidre popped her lips off my nipple. Her cheeks bulged as she slid up my body. She kissed me and thrust my own breast milk into my mouth. The sweet cream poured past my lips. I gulped it down, loving the treat. It was so naughty.

“I need you to fuck my cunt with a strap-on,” Deidre purred, lifting her milk-stained lips from mine, breaking our kiss. “Hard.”

I nodded. My daughter needed to grow more. I had to keep making love to Deidre and all the other women.

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