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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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Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID

My boots stomped on the asphalt tarmac as I followed the Holy Sluts toward the Boise Airport’s terminal. Behind us, the C-130 cargo planes disgorged the Legion—the private army of the Living Gods.

Alison and Desiree had come to take charge of the Warlock situation. I’d fucked up. The lesbian cunts turned out to be a coven with powers. They were bamboozling my deputies and me, making us think we were fucking them when we weren’t. When I accidentally fired my gun while I thought I was fucking the pregnant Tammy, it shocked the bitches out of their spell.

I was lucky to escape with my life.

I tried to deal with the situation with my deputies, but the dykes were ready. They had RPGs and mines. They killed twenty-seven of my men and wounded dozens more. I had no choice but to call the governor and request the National Guard.

Not even the army’s artillery could penetrate the shield the witches erected. So we had to call the Living God, and He sent his two trusted servants. Alison and Desiree did not seem happy with me. These two women were among the closest to the Gods. The first two sluts who were chosen to serve. The two given the important task of hunting down Warlocks. Countless evil had been stamped under their boots, including the Patriots.

With them was the Holy Vizier, her companion Candy, and ten heavily armed special forces soldiers. They were hard men, all carved from marble, their eyes sweeping about as if they expected to be attacked even here.

“We’ve been shelling them constantly,” I reported after we passed through the terminal into the airport’s lounge. “The Idaho National Guard has dumped every ordinance they have into the Warlocks’ damned shield without putting a dent in it.”

“Oh, I don’t think they’re Warlocks,” the Vizier said, adjusting her glasses. She took a seat at the table. “The shield spell would not produce a green barrier if a Warlock cast it.”

Vicki and Amanda, two of my three sex slaves, walked in with trays of iced tea, their heads downcast like proper sluts. They were naked, their bellies just swelling with my children. I groaned at how beautiful they were. They looked almost the same, a pair of sisters. Both had blonde hair, blue eyes, and round tits. Vicki was slightly taller, though she was younger by a year.

“More sex slaves, Sheriff?” Alison asked, her eyes roaming my sluts.

“I took all three in during the plague,” I answered. “They swore to serve me and are happy. Right girls?”

“Yes, sir,” they both answered, keeping their eyes downcast like good sluts. “We love to serve you.”

Alison’s eyebrow raised. “And you hit them, too? During sex?”

“Of course,” I smiled. I loved to smack my sluts around. Listening to them cry made the fucking their holes so much sweeter. “They love it, right?”

“We do,” Amanda answered quickly.

“We’re fortunate to serve him,” Vicki added.

“So the National Guard’s shelling hasn’t done anything?” Sam asked, staring at the photos of the shielding, her slanted eyes furrowing. “There has been no noticeable weakening of their shield?”

“No. Not that the engineers can tell. It appears to have the same radius now as it did when we started.”

“It is anchored in six spots,” Sam said, tapping a reconnaissance photo the Air National Guard took. “A hexagonal magical circle. That is very interesting.”

Alison and Desiree, however, did not seem to care at all what Sam was saying. They were staring at my sluts.

“Do you want one of them to pleasure you?” I asked, wishing to placate their foul mood. “They know how to make a woman cum.”

“My wife and I will require all three of your sluts to serve us while we’re here,” Desiree said.

“Night and day,” Alison added, putting her arm around Amanda’s. “Mmm, they’re such pretty things. We’re going to need them constantly.” She leaned in and whispered in my slut’s ear. Amanda smiled, then shot me a look, and stared back down.

Impudent slut.

“Now I know you’re important and all,” I said. “But those are my slaves.”

“The Living Gods have yet to finalize the rules for taking sex slaves,” Alison said, fixing her eyes on me. “Until that time, only the Gods may possess them.”

“I misspoke,” I flushed. “They act like my sex slaves. Willingly. They’re my submissive sluts.”

Alison’s hand went to her throat and the choker that identified her as a Holy Slut. “Well, they will be submitting to us for the duration of our mission.”

“Maybe permanently,” Desiree added, stroking Vicki’s hair.

I bristled, my hand squeezing into a fist.

Alison’s eyes met mine and they hardened. “Sergeant Holland, the sheriff is going to focus all his energy on this problem. You and your men will be with him night and day to make sure he stays on task and isn’t distracted.”

“Yes, ma’am,” a dangerous-looking soldier answered, his nose crooked and his eyes flinty as they fixed on me.

I shivered and swallowed.

“Are we done with all of these tedious games?” Sam asked. “We have far more important things to worry about than three whores.”

“Yes, we’re done.” Alison smiled sweetly at Sam.

“Good. I may be able to disrupt the shield. I’ll need some time to prepare.”

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Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Marybeth Sargant – Cassia County, ID

“Lick my pussy, Daddy,” Gabriella moaned as she straddled nothing.

Well, the Ghost was under her, but you couldn’t tell that. She ground her pussy against his invisible face while her sister Remelda worked her caramel hips up and down, riding his thick, unseen cock. Zelda lounged next to them both, her legs spread and her young pussy gaping open.

The Ghost had planted a big load of cum into her snatch just moments before.

It was so wonderful that the Ghost was free. We did it. We saved him thanks to our daughters, all aged to eighteen through a magical ritual. We had missed them growing up in a shared dream, but it was a sacrifice so they could rescue their daddy from Hell.

“Aren’t they gorgeous?” Ursula purred.

I put my arm around my girlfriend’s shoulders, pulling the busty blonde tight. Her daughter Gabrielle’s mouth gaped open as she came on her father’s lips. The newest generations of Lionesses worked hard to please the Ghost.

The last two days had been a blur of sex. I barely cared that we were under siege. The Ghost was back. I wasn’t sure he’d even slept. His cock was in constant use, fucking every mouth, cunt, and asshole he could. Every last member of the Cult had been fucked by him at least twice.

He loved his daughters best.

I couldn’t blame him. It was so hot knowing the Ghost was shoving his thick cock into his daughter’s flesh. There was nothing forbidden inside this farm. No act was too filthy for the Cult to revel in.

Remelda’s round, brown breasts jiggled as she leaned back. Gabriella’s head darted down. Her hungry mouth engulfed her half-sister’s nipple. Remelda’s stroked Gabriella’s heavy tits as she suckled, her hips writhing faster on the Ghost’s face.

“Oh, yes!” moaned Remelda. “I love Daddy’s cock buried in my cunt! And I love my sister sucking on my tits.”

“Fuck him,” Zelda moaned, squirming beside them. “Fuck our Daddy!”

Zelda, Remelda, and Gabriella seemed close. In the dream world, the trio must have bonded over being the cheerleaders’ daughters. It was a pity the entire squad hadn’t been knocked up by the Ghost. I would have loved to see the Ghost’s daughters prancing around in the black-and-gold cheer outfits of the Lionesses.

My own daughter.

Ursula’s hand slid down to squeeze my ass. Her lips nuzzled into my ear, and she whispered, “I want to tell him.”

“Right now?” I asked, her fingers teasing my asshole.

“Oh, Daddy!” Remelda gasped, her passion so sweet. “Shoot your cum inside me! Oh, fuck!”

“When he’s finished with those baby sluts,” Ursula said.

“I think that’s a good idea,” I smiled.

I groaned as her finger probed inside my asshole. I was lubed by the Ghost’s load. He’d fucked me an hour ago. He pounded my asshole until he shot his load in me. Now his cum had slowly leaked out of me, running invisibly down my legs.

I loved every second of that wicked feel of him flowing out of me.

I wanted to marry Ursula, but we needed the Ghost’s blessing. Many women in the Cult had paired off over the nine months we’d been here. It was hot watching new couples form. We were all the Ghost’s women, his harem of wives, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t love someone else. Rhonda May and Marissa were closer than twin sisters should be—which was hot. Tammy and Cheryl-Lynn were always loving each other. Lizzy and Heather always seemed to be hanging about. I wasn’t sure if they knew they actually loved each other.

I gripped the door frame as Ursula worked her fingers in and out of my backdoor. I groaned, squeezing down on her fingers. Her other hand slid up my front, cupping my breast. She found my nipple, pinching me.

Her fingers felt so naughty as they plundered my asshole. I quivered, my body quaking. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My bowels clenched on her digits, increasing the friction of her thrusting digits. I whimpered.

She leaned in, her lips nibbling at my ear. “You like that, slut?” she hissed. “Do you like my finger up your ass?”

“So much,” I groaned. “Mmm, keep working those digits in me.”

I shuddered, heat tumbling through me. A second finger slipped into my asshole, burning pleasure rushing through me. My bowels squeezed on her plunging fingers, soft sighs escaping my lips. My toes curled.

She traced my areola with her digit, teasing my hard nub as she kept fingering me. The stimulation tingled down to my pussy, meeting the heat melting out of my asshole. She was such a wonderful lover. Not that prude she used to be before the Ghost.

“That’s it, slut,” my girlfriend hissed in my ear. “Watch the Ghost fuck his daughters. Watch him, then cum like the filthy whore you are!”

“The filthiest,” I moaned. “I helped the Ghost molest you, after all.”

I smiled, remembering how the Ghost enlisted my help to seduce Ursula last year during our college cheer practice. I got to lick her pussy as he fucked her. That had been so hot. My cunt now dripped with my excitement. My pants and groans joined Gabriella and Remelda’s.

Ursula jammed her fingers faster and faster in and out of my bowels. I shuddered, wiggling my hips back and forth. I whimpered. My heart beat faster and faster. This passion surged through me. My eyes fluttered. The heat billowed through me.

“I’m cumming, Daddy!” Gabriella gasped. “Momma, watch me cum!”

“I’m watchin’,” purred Ursula, her fingers thrusting deep into my asshole. “You’re so beautiful.”

“So beautiful,” I groaned.

Gabriella’s breasts heaved as she came on the Ghost. I could hear him licking her and grunting, enjoying Remelda’s pussy working up and down his dick. I shuddered, my orgasm building and building at the wicked sight.

Then Remelda gasped and moaned, slamming down on the Ghost’s cock. “Yes, yes, I love your pecker, Daddy!”

“Your pussy is abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely amazin’!” howled the Ghost while I trembled, my bowels clenching on my lover’s fingers.

Remelda’s dark-brown body shook. She quivered and groaned through her orgasm. She squawked, leaning back. Then she gasped and rose up him, her pussy popping off his dick. Her cunt gaped open, for a moment hugging the Ghost’s invisible dick. Then he popped out of her, and her pink lips closed tight.

Gabriella slumped off into Zelda’s arms, the pair kissing while the bed shifted. The bed shifted.

“What did you two sluts wanna ask me?” growled the Ghost.

An unseen hand squeezed my tit, molding my flesh. I shuddered at the outline of his grip on my boob. I gasped as his finger found my nipple, my pink nub stretching and deforming. I shuddered and gasped, my orgasm rippling through me.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” I moaned, my asshole writhing around Ursula’s fingers. Rapture rushed up through me, triggered by his ecstatic touch.

The Ghost laughed. “That’s not the answer to my question. I didn’t ask if Ursula was fingerin’ your cornhole felt good.”

“Sorry,” I panted, struggling to think as my pussy convulsed, my eyes wide. I swayed as he released my tit.

Ursula let out a surprised squeal. Her fingers ripped out of my asshole. I whirled to see the Ghost pinning her to the door frame. Her legs wrapped around thin air, her pussy gaping up as his cock slammed into her. I knelt down, my eyes wide as I watched her pink tunnel stretch around nothing. I could see how deep he was penetrating her cunt, her tunnel squeezing close as he drew back and then widening as he rammed back in.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I panted.

Gabriella pressed her lithe body against mine, smiling as she watched her parents fuck. I put my arm around the naughty girl, her eighteen-year-old body trembling against mine. I was barely two years older than her now.

“What did you two sluts want to ask me?” grunted the Ghost as he pounded Ursula hard. “If you’re fixin’ to be fucked, I’m always glad to shove my pecker up your cheerleader cooches.”

“We wanna get married,” moaned Ursula, humping her hips against him. “We want you to marry us, Ghost.”

He paused. “What’s that? But you’re both women?”

“So?” Ursula asked. “We love each other as much as we love you. We wanna show the Cult how deep we care for each other.”

“Oh, that’s so wonderful,” gasped Gabriella. “Then Momma-Marybeth will be my real momma, too.”

“Yep,” I smiled. I nuzzled my lips against my soon-to-be stepdaughter’s. She kissed like her mother, hot and passionate.

“I reckon that’s fine,” the Ghost grunted as he fucked my Ursula. “So long as I get to fuck both you purtee brides.”

I broke the kiss and giggled. “Of course, Ghost. We wouldn’t want it—”

The explosion rocked the house.

Women shouted. Glass rattled. Shelves crashed. Gabriella clung to me as she shrieked in terror. Green light burst outside, flooding through the window. The shield wavered, rippling like a tidal wave had shot through it.

“What was that?” the Ghost grunted, pulling out of Ursula.

“I don’t know!” she gasped.

“Outside!” Deidre shouted above the rest. “We need to strengthen the shield! They hit us with more than artillery!”

My heart thudding, I pried Gabriella off of me and followed Ursula and the rest of the women outside. The shield looked weaker. Not as green. I shuddered as I realized it wasn’t as thick, either. I clutched my chest in fear.

Outside, an Asian woman stood at the perimeter like she was studying the shield. Another woman, her hair dyed half blue and half pink, stood nearby and seemed to be writing notes. I shivered as I recognized them.

“That’s the Vizier!” Carla shouted, the naked woman trembling. “The Theocracy has arrived in force.”

I swallowed. “We can hold, right? We can hold for months and outlast them?”

Miss Cheshire stared at the shield.

“We can hold, right?” I demanded, seizing the librarian’s arm.

“We can,” she nodded. “Let’s strengthen the shield.”

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Sheriff Caleb Barends

“That is so interesting,” Sam said as she strolled back to the command tent, a smile on her lips.

I scowled at the Asian woman. “You failed.”

She nodded, her smile not faltering. “I did. But I learned so much. It’s far stronger than I thought. And they are already strengthening it.”

“By fucking?” I glanced back at the orgy of women writhing on the mattress they left out.

“Yes. They are gathering immense energy through their orgy and are channeling it back into the shield.”

“Can you bring it down?” I wanted this to be over. I wanted my sluts back. I hadn’t seen them since the airport. Worse, wherever I walked, three special forces soldiers accompanied me. If I even showed interest in talking to a woman, they stepped in.

Fucking sluts. If the Living Gods knew how Alison and Desiree treated Their faithful servants, They would not be pleased.

“Can you take it down?” I asked. “You spent a day gathering the energy for that strike.”

“Maybe.” She tapped her chin. “Candy is already readying our next attempt. Instead of one focused strike, I’m going to try to hit it with two attacks.” She touched the reconnaissance photos. “If I hit this southern and southwestern edges simultaneously, I may disrupt this anchor point.” Her fingers touched a point between her attacks.

“How sure are you?”

She shrugged. “Oh, thirty percent.”

“How can you be so blasé about this?” I demanded. “Those are abominations in there. They pollute Idaho more and more every moment they remain.”

She raised her eyebrow. “I’m studying a phenomenon I’ve only found hints about in my research. Whomever these Sapphicists are, they are using magic I am not familiar with. I need to experiment. Every time I strike, I will learn something new and refine my methods.”

“So you’ll bring them down?”

“Oh, I might need Mark and Mary to do the actual striking, but I shall figure out the method before they return from their anniversary celebration.”

“You’re going to bring the Gods in on this?” I asked, trembling in awe.

“Undoubtedly. They can do things that I cannot.”

“They’re Gods,” I whispered, my heart beating with joy. I was going to meet them. They would see my sluts were returned to me. The Living Gods would understand that a man needed his property. “They can just wave their hands and bring the shield down.”

Sam raised her eyebrow. “I always marvel at the effectiveness of their propaganda machine.”

I blinked at that.

Before I could ask, Candy shouted, “Sam, I’m ready for you!”

“If you’ll excuse me, Sheriff.”

Propaganda machine? What was Sam implying? They were Gods. Of course, they could just wave their hands and dismiss the shield. Did she not believe in their powers?

No, they’re Gods, I thought to myself. I’ve seen their miracles. The Holy Vizier is just testing my faith.

I strode out of the command tent, hoping Sam’s next attack would crush the shield so the cunts could pay for humiliating me. My dick swelled hard. Surely I could enjoy a few of them before their executions.

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Saturday, July 26th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire

I leaned against the beam that supported the porch’s support, staring at the Theocracy’s minions swarming around the edge of the shield. The Vizier’s attacks, so far, hadn’t penetrated the shields, but it was only a matter of days now.

I took a deep breath of the dust swirling through the air, kicked up by attacks.

The Ghost’s hand gripped my waist. I groaned and shivered. The warmth of his touch lifted my spirits. I relaxed, unable to resist him. I was putty in his hand. He could do anything to me. I would surrender to him willingly.

I didn’t care that he made a Pact with the Devil, that I was under his mind control whenever he touched me. He had changed me. Awakened and transformed me. He gave me such pleasure. I didn’t care where my feelings came from.

I just wanted to be his.

I shuddered as his hand slid up my side. His invisible grip reached out across my belly to my torso. I groaned as he cupped my heavy breast. He squeezed and kneaded me. His hard cock nuzzled at my ass.

He was always ready to fuck.

“Can I ask you a question, Ghost?”

“Sure, sweetness,” he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and gravelly.

“How do you have such stamina?” I asked, his thumb pinching my nipple. “When you first appeared, you didn’t have the ability to keep fucking and fucking. Am I wrong?”

He chuckled as he pressed his dick between the cheeks of my ass. “That’s your question? You don’t wanna know my real name?”

“You’re the Ghost.” I shrugged. “And I do know your name. It just don’t matter who you were before you made your Pact. What matters is how you’ve touched us all.”

His hard cock slid down and pressed against my asshole. His cock was damp, slick with some other woman’s juices. Probably one of his daughters. I groaned, pushing back. My anal ring spread around him, my sphincter swallowing his cock. I savored his thickness entering me.

No cock or dildo ever felt as good as this pecker.

“I made a Pact with Astarte,” he answered, squeezing my tit. Pleasure rippled through me as his cock bottomed out in my asshole. “I made a deal with that slut demon and gave her Darleen to possess until sunrise. And you heard what happened that night?”

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned, my bowels squeezing around his dick. “The little cunt ran wild. I heard she got pregnant from that night. I learned that right before we left.”

The Ghost chuckled. “Astarte used her hard.”

He drew back, my bowels squeezing around his cock. He fucked me with a slow rhythm, stirring up my passions. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. I whimpered, the pleasure flooding through me.

“Did Astarte use you hard?” I gasped, my eyes fluttering. “In Hell?”

“That she did,” he groaned. “They both did. Fuckin’ Lucifer and that bitch.”

“I’d rather fuck you,” I moaned.

He chuckled and thrust harder, his balls slapping into me. “So what’s gonna happen when the shield fails?”

“We die.” I looked over my shoulder at nothing but the far wall. I hoped I was staring into his eyes. “But we’ll be together. I saw to it. We’re all bound tight. Where you go, we’ll follow.”

“Right back down into the furnace?” His thrusts grew hard now, slamming into me. He fucked me with passion.

“But we won’t be tied to one of the demons,” I moaned, the pleasure spilling through me. The heat burned in my bowels. “And we’ll have power. I’ve been channeling some energy toward that. I knew this would all come to an end one day. Maybe not this fast, but Mark and Mary would never let us live in peace.”

“No, I reckon they wouldn’t. They killed me once, and what harm was I causin’?” He plunged into my asshole. “Just havin’ some fun. I weren’t no threat to them. They was scared of me.”

“They still are,” I groaned, welcoming his thrust. The friction of his cock burying over and over into my bowels had my asshole on fire. “They brought the might of their empire down to kill us.”

The Ghost laughed.

Pleasure roared through me as he fucked me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as he plunged into me. Both his hands squeezed my tits now. He massaged me as he plowed into my bowels. The velvety heat burned around his cock.

His crotch smacked into my rump. My arms braced myself against the porch support column. I whimpered, my bowels squeezing tight around him. That heat burned as he buried into me again and again.

“Oh, Ghost, yes!” I moaned, my hair dancing around my shoulders. “Fuck my ass. Use me! Cum in me! I’m your whore!”

I loved saying these filthy words. I loved the way he made me feel. I was his property. He desired me more than any other man ever had. I’d never been satisfied until the Ghost fucked me. Now that the Theocracy was ruining the world, I’d rather spend my eternity with this man and the Cult than bow to the Tyrants.

“Sure as shit, you’re my whore!” grunted the Ghost, slamming into my anal depths.

“Yes, yes, your slutty librarian!” I cried out.

I gripped the column, my breasts bouncing. I gasped and moaned as loud as I could, hoping the Theocracy could hear me. Let them see how free I was. Let them see how much I enjoyed my Ghost. He was far better than Mark and Mary. My bowels squeezed around his cock.

He slammed into me hard. He pounded me with such passion. My orgasm built and built as he plowed into me. I shuddered, my fingernails scratching on the wood. I howled as his cock drove me toward my explosion.

“That’s it, sweetness,” groaned the Ghost. “Work that fine ass. Make my pecker explode in your cornhole. Fuck, yeah. My balls are fixin’ to drown your ass in cum.”

“Do it,” I panted, my hips thrusting back to meet his thrusts. “Dump your cum in me!”

He kneaded my tits, squeezing me hard while he nibbled on my neck. His lips were hot. I shuddered. My nipples throbbed. He pinched them. I whimpered, pussy juices spilling down my thighs. Stars danced before my vision.

His right hand abandoned my tit and slid down my body. He caressed my stomach, reaching lower and lower. I groaned as he slid through my pubic hair and brushed my clit. I gasped. Fire erupted inside me.

My orgasm exploded from that little touch.

I shuddered in his arms. Rapture surged through me. It washed out of my convulsing cunt. My bowels writhed about his thrusting cock. His dick hammered into my massaging flesh. I screamed my bliss for all to hear.

“I’m the Ghost’s whore! I fuckin’ love his cock remain’ my cornhole!”

“Sure as shit, you do!” he growled, slamming into me.

My orgasm flooded my body. His cock rammed into my bowels again and again. The fiery friction kept my pleasure alive. My asshole sucked at his cock as I trembled. I gripped the porch column as darkness fuzzed across my vision.

“Take it, sweetness,” he grunted, burying his cock into me. “Take it all.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I sighed as his cum pumped into me.

His jizz fired deep into my bowels. It splashed against my hot walls. My asshole writhed, milking his cock. I threw back my head, howling in delight. He frigged my clit and squeezed my tit, grunting with each hot eruption.

My orgasm peaked. I shuddered, then pressed my head against the support column. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered, my entire body dizzy from the power of his cock. From the pleasure he gave me. I shook my head, blinking my eyes.

“Hot damn, but that was a good fuck, sweetness.” He ripped his cock out of me before smacking my ass. “Buck up, cunt. Like you said, we’ll all be together. So enjoy yourself and join the rest. Those sluts inside are missin’ ya.”

I turned around, feeling his cum leaking out of me, and reached out. I grabbed his invisible form. I leaned against him, nuzzling my lips against his neck. I climbed higher, kissing across his cheekbones until I found his mouth.

I kissed the Ghost with all my passion I shuddered as he kissed me back. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight. My nipples throbbed against his chest. I shuddered against him. My eyes fluttered as my tongue darted with his.

“Shit, sweetness,” he groaned when we broke our kiss. “You gone and got me all excited. What you gonna do ’bout that?”

“Why, I think my pussy can sort your pecker out,” I grinned.

He laughed.

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Monday, July 28th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID

I couldn’t help trembling as Air Force One landed. The blue and white plane was majestic as it soared down to the runway. Smoke burst around the tires as the massive plane touched down, its engines screaming. Fighter jets streaked by overhead, the escort.

My body shook more and more as Air Force One taxied across the airport to the waiting stair car. A wall of the Legion stood at attention, their weapons ready to be used. I had my best uniform on, the wrinkles ironed out, my boots polished. Alison and Desiree lounged nearby.

They had no decorum. They were just sluts. Sure they were holy, but why had the Gods sent such useless cunts? I couldn’t understand it at all. I was sure the Gods had Their reasons. I flexed my fists.

I hadn’t seen my dear sex slaves since they arrived. My poor balls were backed up with cum.

The Gods would straighten that all out. He would understand why I had to chastise my sluts. After all, no one had more slaves than the God.

The plane reached the stair car. In moments, it was moved into place. The hatch to Air Force One opened and His bodyguards poured out. They were slaves dressed in the sluttiest outfits, parodies of cop uniforms. Their weapons weren’t parodies. With the amulets hanging about their necks, they didn’t need body armor.

Hot damn, they were gorgeous. My Gods know how to live, surrounded by willing, half-naked women.

The stewardesses waited at the hatch, their breasts heavy and naked. I wished I was closer to fully admire their beauty. The Gods appeared, hugging and kissing Their stewardesses, Their hands roaming about the sluts’ bodies in the doorway.

“They are perfect,” I whispered as They descended the stairs.

He was tall and strong, His gaze sweeping about, His back straight. She was gorgeous, naked and lovely, Her breasts jiggling as She descended. The Goddess often appeared naked, showing off the perfection of Her body. Energy seemed to dance off of Them. Every bit of Their bodies projected confidence.

The Gods knew They were in charge wherever They trod.

The Legion parted as the Gods strode forward, surrounded by Their bodyguards. Alison and Desiree hurried to them, squealing like schoolgirls. No decorum. I grit my teeth against the irritation, my dick so hard. The bodyguard parted for the Holy Sluts. Alison threw her arms around His neck, kissing Him with wild abandon. The Goddess hugged Desiree tight, kissing the slut with the dignity Alison lacked.

After the greeting, the two sluts trailed after the Gods. I swallowed, saluting as They reached me, the bodyguards peeling off to form a cordon around us.

He saluted back.

“Sheriff Barends,” He said, His voice deep and majestic, stirring my soul.

“My Gods,” I breathed, trembling. My heart felt squeezed tight. “It is an honor to meet you.”

“You have our sympathies on the loss of your men,” She said and brushed my hand, compassion in her green eyes. “All who die in our service fighting evil shall not be forgotten.”

A warmth flushed through me. The Goddess touched me. Tears leaked down my cheeks. “Thank you. We all are ready to die for you.”

“Such noble spirit will be needed to fight the coming darkness,” She said. “But faithful service is always rewarded.”

“Thank you.” I licked my lips, wanting to ask her a question. “I… I would… There is one thing…”

She raised an eyebrow. “What do you want, Sheriff?”

“My women were taken by your Holy Sluts,” I said carefully. “To serve them. I greatly miss them, and I’m sure Corina, Vicki, and Amanda miss me.”

He looked back at Alison. “What’s he talking about?”

“Oh, the fucker was beating on these three girls.” Alison shrugged. “So we confiscated them.”

“How did he beat them?” She asked, blinking Her green eyes in shock. “He appears to be under our commands. His aura is black.”

“I didn’t beat them,” I objected. “I never assaulted them.”

“Oh, he convinced himself that they were his willing sex slaves and it was just disciplining them as part of their sex play,” Desiree answered. “We dragged the story out of the three girls, mi Reina.”

Her green eyes locked on me. “Is this true?” the Goddess demanded, Her words reaching into my soul and seizing me. “IS IT?”

“It was just discipline,” I answered, quailing beneath the force of her will. It ripped at my soul. “They were willing. They understood their place in the new order.”

“Women’s place isn’t to serve men,” the Goddess said, Her anger swelling. “All women serve us! After that, a woman, or a man, has the right to choose servitude or freedom.”

“They chose,” I quailed, trembling in fear. “They were willing.”

“They were coerced,” the cunt Alison corrected. “They feared worse things would happen if they didn’t submit. They were so terrified of him. He beat them, cut them, and burned them.”

“51,” He commanded, his voice colder than the arctic. “Have this man beaten. He is no longer the Sheriff of Cassia County.”

The words struck me. I was no longer the sheriff? But… but… “I’m sorry, My Lord,” I blubbered, falling to my knees. “Please, have mercy.”

The Goddess looked down at me, a sneer crossing Her perfect lips. “You will never hurt, assault, slap, or spank another Human whether in anger, sport, jest, or play. You will never discipline another human being, even in roleplay, with any part of your body or any object. You shall serve Corina, Vicki, and Amanda in whatever way they see fit. You are their slave until the day you die and will obey every one of their commands.”

“Yes, My Lady,” I cried as Her will chained my soul. “I will be their slave. I will never hurt a soul.”

A Black bodyguard, a choker reading 51, was tight about her neck, pointed at two of the bodyguards. They drew collapsible batons from their belts, flicking them open. These women may look like sluts, but they moved like cops.

I screamed as their clubs struck me, battering me to the ground. The Gods didn’t even watch my discipline. “I’m sorry,” I screamed as the pain exploded across my body. I could do nothing to protect myself. I couldn’t harm these women who were beating me. “I’ll be perfect from now on.”

Blow after blow landed on my arms and legs, slamming into my sides. I reached out to the Gods and promised to always be faithful.

Alison and Desiree spat upon me, delight crossing their faces. “I hope you learned your lesson, asshole. You are not Master. You’re just a piece of shit.”

* * *

Marissa Myers – Cassia County, ID

I held my twin sister. Mark and Mary had arrived. They stood outside our shield, gathering whatever energy they needed to attack the barrier. It had barely held with Sam, a human, attacking us. Mark and Mary had real power.

“The shield’s gonna hold, right?” my sister sobbed as she clung to me.

It wouldn’t.

We were all gathered in the basement now, waiting for the final blow to come. Carla was in the back, mixing up a fruit punch of all things. This didn’t seem like the time for Kool-Aid. Everyone was scared and facing Deidre and the Ghost. We knew he was there. We could see his hand fondling Deidre’s breast.

“We’re going to be safe, right?” Lizzy asked, clutching her daughter Hannah.

“No,” Deidre announced, her voice cutting through everyone’s fear. “The barrier will not hold.”

“What’s going to happen then?” Marybeth asked. The cheerleader, normally so bold and fearless, trembled in her wife’s arms. Ursula clung to her, their daughter Gabriella hugging both their waists.

Why didn’t I marry Rhonda May when Marybeth and Ursula were hitched? Why did I let the last vestiges of my parents’ morality hold me back? I held my twin tighter, our bodies shivering in unison.

“They’ll kill us,” Deidre answered. “You know that. But don’t despair. There is something waiting for us after death. We will all be together. With the Ghost. We all swore to him. We all swore to be his. Has that changed?”

“No,” I shouted in unison with my twin, adding my voice to all the other women.

“We’re still gonna face hardships in the afterlife,” Deidre continued. “But we can carve out something for ourselves. A kingdom ruled by our Ghost. It’s either that or surrender to the Theocracy and hope they’re merciful.”

“They weren’t merciful to the Ghost!” Heather shouted. “They executed him! They’ll do the same to us.”

“So I say we end things on our own terms!” Deidre shouted.

“Let’s show these fuckin’ Gods that they don’t control us,” the Ghost said. “They reckon they control the whole world. Well, they don’t control us.”

“No they don’t!” Marybeth shouted. “We’re fierce! We won’t bow to their brainwashin’ nonsense!”

“I brought enough cyanide to kill us all when we left Texas,” Deidre said. “This was always gonna be our fate. Maybe we coulda lasted longer, but the Theocracy was gonna find us eventually. Those Tyrants need everyone to toe their line. They can’t have any individuals. So I prepared. Maybe I shoulda told you, but I couldn’t be sure y’all would have the heart to see it through.”

“We would have,” I shouted, surprised at the confidence in my voice. “We want to be with the Ghost. We left our families behind for him. We knew what we was signin’ up for.”

Deidre nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.

Carla began passing out the poisoned drinks. The Ghost took the first cup, plain, plastic. The type you’d use at a picnic or a party. He drank the punch with a loud gulp, the liquid disappearing into his invisible mouth. I held my sister, looking into her eyes. She looked into mine. We drank ours together without fear. I grimaced; there was a bitter taste behind the cloyingly-sweet flavor of artificial fruit.

Darleen’s words rose up in my mind, whispered from that strange night when my twin and I had been under her spell:

“Together you came into this world

Together shall you depart, arms entwined

Life dedicated to one man

For your love shall you die,

The drink shall be bitter,

but eternity shall be your reward.”

“Darleen knew,” I laughed as my insides twisted. “Eternity shall be our reward.”

My twin nodded. We sank to the floor, holding onto each other as the bitter poison burned through our bodies. I clung to her with a fierceness, my legs entwined with hers. I kissed her on the mouth as the numbness spread through my body.

My eyes grew heavy.

My lids closed.

My thoughts slowed, and then…

We were falling, falling, falling into darkness.

Darkness gave way to fire.

We stood in a twisted, blasted forest. The trees were skeletal, the bark stripped away by the searing wind howling around us, exposing pale-white wood. The tempest scorched our bodies, but it did not consume us.

I stood, my sister holding on to me. I turned, facing the Ghost at the center of us. He was invisible but, for a heartbeat, chains flickered into life. They were wrapped around our throats and ended at his fist.

He was unbound, unchained.

“I reckon we’re gonna carve out our kingdom right here,” the Ghost promised.

I nodded, my hair whipped by the searing gale. It roasted me, but I didn’t care.

“We’re gonna carve out our eternity!” I called out a green sword forming in my hand. I had no idea how I made it. But the sword felt right in my grip.

“Hell, yeah,” my sister shouted, her own sword bursting into emerald reality in her hand.

Deidre smiled. “I told you I was prepared.”

Foul beasts howled and cackled in the woods. Bestial, ape-like things leaped through the branches and charged across the ground. I wasn’t afraid. The Cult of the Ghost wasn’t going to lose to some measly demons.

Together, we claimed our eternity, my sister at my side, following the man who claimed our souls. We were the Ghost’s forever.

The END

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