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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, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

It was a warm September day as I strolled down the street toward Daniel Boone Park. A perfect temperature, high seventies or low eighties, with a gentle breeze keeping you cool. The girls were out in skimpy shorts and light tops.

My pecker was at full mast.

A couple rollerbladed by. The woman had a long, dark ponytail and shorts so tight she may as well have been naked. It hugged those curves of her rump, digging into her butt-crack. I wanted to grab her, take her behind some bushes, and just have my way with the sweet, young thing. But she passed me in a blur before I could react.

The cement was rough on my feet, but nearly a month of walking around naked had toughened my soles. The sun was warm but, thanks to my Pact, I didn’t need to worry about sunburns while I was invisible. Hell, I didn’t need to worry about any form of exposure. I could run naked through a blizzard, and so long as I was invisible, it’d be just a pleasant stroll.

Well, it’d probably be windy as all fuck, but I wouldn’t freeze to death.

Daniel Boone Park was a flat expanse of grass dotted with bushes, and tall oak trees, their broad limbs providing plenty of shade. A small, man-made lake dominated the center. A few people, sitting on those cheap camping chairs, fished it. Several paths circled the park, filled with joggers, walkers, bicyclists, and skaters. Others sat at picnic tables or on blankets on the grass. More than a few girls were out in their bikinis sunbathing. Two bathrooms anchored either end of the park, the only buildings in sight.

I surveyed the scene, a lion studying the herd of gazelle grazing on the Serengeti, or whatever the fuck those plains in Africa were called. Which girl was vulnerable? Which one could I separate from the rest and enjoy?

Damn, there were a lot of mighty fine-looking gazelles today.

Tall or petite. Big tits and small. Some had great asses. Others had legs that any coonhound would love to hump. Bronze, pale, or ebony skinned all made my pecker want to howl. A rainbow of beauties for me to enjoy.

I spotted a familiar face. Ruth Annabeth Ahlers, the second girl I’d fucked after becoming the Ghost. I’d pounded her cooch hard with her bent over her porch’s railing. I made the sweet, young thing show her naughty delights off to a couple of boys. They’d filmed it and plastered her lovelies all across the internet.

Today, she sat sprawled on a bench, wearing a tartan skirt, this time pink-and-black, far shorter than the last one she wore. A tight, pink halter top completed the outfit. She had a large smile and her brown doe-eyes twinkled with mischief. A pair of young men, eighteen or nineteen, were watching her as she toyed with her black hair in a long, plaited braid.

She spread her legs.

The boys all nudged each other, laughing and staring at her. Wanting to get a look at her panties, I drifted to a better spot, the grass caressing my naked feet. I was a voyeur at heart, so I loved looking up a girl’s skirt and seeing what intimate surprises they might be wearing. I loved them all whether they were plain, old, boring, white panties, or exciting thongs, or sensuous French cuts or lacy, or any of the hundreds of styles.

Ruth had a surprise for me.

“Damn,” I muttered, staring at her juicy cooch exposed for all the world to see. Her shaved twat was dewy with her excitement. What a little exhibitionist slut.

She had such a naughty grin on her face. Then giggled and snapped her legs snapping shut. The boys groaned, shaking their heads while she sat up straight, looking all prim and proper. She had such a wicked twinkle in her eyes as a pair of girls joined the boys. The girls snagged their boyfriends’ hands, dragging them reluctantly away from Ruth.

The boys kept throwing glances back at her as they trotted away.

I sat down carefully on the bench—I don’t take chances now, too many splinters in the ass—and put my arm around Ruth. I pulled her against me. “Miss me, sweetness?”

She stiffened, and groaned. “No! You turned me into a freak!”

“I saw the display. Your cooch looks as delicious as I remember.” I rested my hand on her supple thigh, feeling her warmth. She shuddered, her legs parting just a smidge as I slid up and beneath her skirt.

“I can’t help myself!” she complained, thighs spreading wider, giving me access. “I was a normal girl, and then you fucked me in front of them boys. Now it’s all I can think about! Look at me? I’m flashin’ myself like some pervy guy!”

“Yes, you are, sweetness,” I groaned as my fingers found the wet heat of her vulva. Her juices coated my digits as I slid up and down her. “Why don’t we keep it up? Give everyone a naughty show.”

She whimpered and spread her legs wider, her knees relaxing apart. I grinned, rubbing my digits up and down the groove of her pussy. Anyone who looked could see right up her skirt but would have no idea I was caressing her.

Feeling wicked, I spread her cuntlips open with my thumb and pink finger, exposing her pink delights to the world. Then I jammed my other three digits—ring, middle, and pointer—deep into her juicy cooch. Her snatch squeezed down around me as she whimpered.

“At any second, someone’s gonna look,” I whispered in her ear as I thrust my digits in and out of her snatch.

“Oh, Lords yes!” she groaned, her pussy clenching about my fingers.

“You want that, don’t you, slut?”

“Lord help me! I do! I want everyone to see my juicy pussy!” she groaned. Her hips wiggled, the bench groaning beneath us. “It makes me so wet.”

“I can tell,” I said. “You’re soakin’ my fingers with your cunt cream.”

She whimpered as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. My pecker ached and throbbed. This was such a teasing delight. I licked my lips, my balls aching as I plundered her cooch. My fingers wiggled in her delights, making her back arch, her tits bouncing in her low-cut halter top.

I pumped my digits faster. Her knees shot farther apart, her right leg throwing over mine. It was like she was trying to do the splits on the bench. It made her pussy clench so tight about me as I plundered her juicy depths.

“Some boys are watchin’,” I said, grinning at a trio of young men who were staring at her with open lust. “Just gawking at you.”

“I know,” she moaned, her snatch clamping down on my digits hard. “They’re seeing it all. I’m exposed to them.”

Her head threw back, and she let out a low, wordless moan. A spasm rippled through her cunt. Her flesh convulsed around me. A piercing gasp exploded from her lips. Her tits rose and heaved while juices gushed out around my fingers.

The little slut was cumming hard.

Her pussy writhed around my thrusting digits. Her juices spilled fast over my hand. I groaned, my pecker aching and throbbing, envying my fingers getting to experience that tight cooch’s convulsing massage.

“I got to fuck you, sweetness,” I groaned, my balls full of cum that needed releasing.

“Right here?” she groaned.

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely!”

“Oh, Lord, do it!” Her hand seized my invisible, throbbing pecker. “Fuck me! Let every fuckin’ guy here see my juicy cunt cummin’ ’round your cock, Ghost!”

I ripped my fingers out of her cooch as I stood. The tart musk filled the air. The guys groaned as they watched her shudder. They had no idea how wild things were going to get. I seized her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge of the bench, her legs still doing the splits.

I groaned as I stared at her exposed delights. Her cooch’s lips spread open, showing her pink sweetness. Her clit was hard, peeking out of her folds, while a landing strip of black hair led to the top of her juicy delights.

I stroked her sensitive clit and enjoyed her coos and moans. I tweaked it. Her eyes fluttered as she stared right through me at those three watching guys. She whimpered, her pussy clenching and twitching as I played with her.

“They’re watchin’ me, Ghost,” she whispered. “Fuck me! Please! I want them to see me bein’ freaky!”

“Then show dem your titties, sweetness. Let dem all see just how freaky you are.”

“Oh, Lord yes!” she hissed.

Her hands gripped the hem of her halter top. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, then Ruth yanked up her top. Her full, round tits bounced out, nipples thrusting hard and pink from her areolas. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyes at her admirers, staring at them through my invisible body. She pinched her own nipple, shuddering.

“Goddamn,” a guy groaned.

“Holy shit, right here?”

“That’s Ruth! Holy shit, this is hot! Like that vid I saw of her.”

I ignored her admirers because her pink cooch called to me. I buried my pecker into her tight warmth. My dick plunged to the hilt into her juicy depths. Pleasure rippled down my shaft while she gasped, arching her back and shuddering.

She came again.

She squealed around me while her hot hole spasmed about my cock. Her plump tits jiggled as her climax quaked through her. I pumped my dick in and out of her juicy depths, reveling in the writhing delight of her flesh caressing me.

My balls smacked into her as she gasped and squeaked. Her pussy felt incredible as her pleasure spilled through my body. The ache grew and grew at the tip of my cock as I fucked her in the middle of the park while being watched by those three guys.

“Damn!” one groaned.

“Holy shit, that’s fucking hot!”

“I can see it all, Ruth! You’re such a ho-bag!”

“You are a ho-bag, sweetness,” I grunted, thrusting into her again and again.

“I know!” she moaned, her face twisted with pleasure, her pussy convulsing harder about me. Her orgasms kept spilling through her body.

I fucked her with hard, deep thrusts. I pounded her cunt, enjoying every moment of her flesh writhing around me. The watching guys didn’t know she was getting fucked hard. They just saw her moaning and whimpering, showing off her pussy.

Her cream flooded out of her, bathing my swinging balls. That wonderful, tart musk filled my nose. It mixed with the pine-fresh scent from the nearby trees. I gripped the top of the bench as I rammed harder, faster into her. I plowed her hard, loving it.

“What a dirty, exhibitionist slut!” I grunted as she kept squeaking and moaning. “Just cummin’ like a two-dollar whore the moment my pecker shoved into your cunt!”

“Yes!” she gasped, arching against me. “I’m a whore! Watch me!”

“Holy shit!” one of the guys gasped. “I can’t believe Ruth is doing this.”

“I know!”

“Oh, yes! Film me!” Ruth screamed as her pussy writhed and convulsed around my pecker. She bucked and writhed on the park bench. “Upload this on the internet! Let everyone see me!”

Her massaging pussy felt like heaven around my pecker. She was bringing me to my orgasm fast. My balls swelled with my cum. I pumped away at her, fucking her with all my passion. I just needed my climax. The ache built and swelled at the tip of my pecker.

She moaned and gasped, playing with her nipples as I plowed her. The bench rocked and creaked as I fucked the slut harder and faster. Our flesh slapped together. My balls thwacked heavily into her flesh, brimming with my cum.

“Dirty whore!” I hissed into her ear. “When I cum in your cooch, I want you to take one of those three voyeurs over to dem bushes, get on your knees like a bitch, and let him pound your cunt while I watch.”

She pinched her nipple, cooch spasming on my pecker, and groaned, “Yes!”

My body tensed, my cum building. I buried into her cooch and erupted. The pleasure shot through me as my jizz pumped into her. My balls unloaded. Every blast sent rapture slamming into my mind. That wondrous ecstasy exploded stars across my vision.

I grunted as her sheath milked my pecker. Her hungry cunt wanted every drop of my invisible jizz. I gave it to her, flooding her over and over, grunting with each one. I hit the peak of my orgasm. I hung there for an amazing second.

Then she drew out the last blast of cum.

I gasped and relaxed, finally satiated. I pulled out of her and flopped onto the bench next to her.

The three voyeurs were all nerdy, pudgy guys. Only one had his cell phone out, pointing right at her. I wondered which one she’d pick. I didn’t much care. I just wanted her to obey my perverted commands, mind-controlled by my touch.

She stood up on wobbly legs and stumbled towards the chubby guy filming her. She grabbed his hand. Sweat broke out across his forehead. His two friends both groaned in shock as she led the filmer over to the bushes.

“Are you effing kidding me?” one of the guys not chosen said. “Him?”

“Holy shit, Ruth,” the other groaned, shaking his head. “I knew you were a ho-bag, but, damn!”

“I am a ho-bag!” moaned Ruth from the bushes.

Through the foliage, I could see her kneeling down on her knees like a good slut. It was where all women belonged, on their knees, ready to please a man. My pecker stayed hard, the breeze feeling cool on the wet shaft.

“Shit!” the pudgy voyeur grunted as he watched her.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” Ruth moaned.

“Shit!” Did the fat fucker know any more words?

“You lucky bastard,” one of his friends shouted. “Fuck the slut.”

“Give it to her!” called the other.

The fat filmer acted. He dropped to his knees behind her, shoved his shorts down, and buried his pecker into her cooch. I grinned as he fucked her hard. I could see her hanging tits sway and shake. Ruth grunted. She glanced at me. I caught her smile through the branches. She fucked her hips back into the fat guy.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he moaned.

“Oh, my god!” sneered a woman who was passing by.

“Oh, damn, look what’s going on over here,” a guy said as the offended woman scurried off.

Two girls, maybe eighteen or nineteen, and a beefy guy about a year or so older, approached the bush from the other side. They all peered in, spotting Ruth getting pounded hard from behind. The two new girls had looks of disgust on their faces, but the guy grinned.

I studied the girls. The first had sandy-blonde hair and slim hits, the tube top she wore showing off her small tits nicely. The other had golden-tanned skin, the tips of her curly, brown hair bleached almost white. Something red glinted on her nose, a piercing of some sort.

“You’re supposed to be gettin’ us food, Nate,” the brunette with the piercing said, nudging the guy. “Not pervin’ on some ho-bag.”

“Sorry, Cheryl-Lynn,” he said, shaking his head, staring at awe at Ruth getting plowed. “Just… damn.”

“Let’s go,” the brunette said, hooking her arm around the blonde’s.

“Nate,” the blonde girl said. She looked like the guy’s sister: they had the same hair color, and their faces had a similar shape. “This is nasty.”

He only grunted.

“We’re going to the bathroom, Nate,” the brunette said, tugging the blonde away. “You better be done perving when we finish.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the guy muttered.

The brunette led the blonde toward the restrooms. I groaned, the pair looking so hot. They both wore tight, skimpy shorts that hugged their asses like a glove. My pecker throbbed, almost pulling me along after the girls. I left Ruth to her delight, the chubby guy fucking her hard, his friends eager for their own turn.

“God, what a slut,” the blonde giggled. “I can’t believe Ruth would do that.”

“And that guy she was fuckin’…” Cheryl-Lynn gave a shudder. “She’s turned into a complete ho-bag, Tammy. Just like the mayor’s daughter.”

Tammy let out a wicked giggle. “I heard Darleen fucked every guy at the Cowgirl Saloon.”

I smiled. I was the reason that the mayor’s daughter did that. Well, I let Astarte possess Darleen Cummins for the night, and the demon had enjoyed herself. It was a big scandal that only made me grin.

I closed the distance to the two girls, getting to within a foot behind the chatting sluts. I groaned, watching their tight asses wiggling in their short shorts. Cheryl-Lynn’s were purple, thin, and dug into her ass-crack. The fabric molded to her beautiful butt-cheeks. Tammy’s were a pair of jean shorts, cut so high the bottom of her asscheeks peaked out.

Unable to resist, I goosed her firm rear.

She squeaked and jumped. Her head shot behind her as she rubbed where I pinched her.

“What?” Cheryl-Lynn asked.

“Nothin’,” Tammy muttered. “Just a bug bit my ass.”

“Oh, do you want me to kiss it better?” Cheryl-Lynn pursed her lips at her friend.

“Eww. Stay away. I’m not lettin’ you go dyke on me.”

Cheryl-Lynn threw her arms in the air. “But your beauty has captivated me. I’m only datin’ your brother to get close to you!”

“Bitch,” laughed Tammy. “Then why was you squealin’ like a pig last night in my brother’s bedroom. Sounded like you loved some nice dickin’.”

“Busted,” she laughed. “Come on, I gotta pee.”

“You had me worried. You was sounded like Marybeth.”

Cheryl-Lynn shrugged. “She ain’t bad.”

Tammy gaped at her. “Oh, you slut! You’ve let Marybeth get her dirty mouth on you.”

The brunette grinned, twirling a lock of her frost-tipped hair. “That cheerleader can be very persistent.”

Yes, she could be. Marybeth was a delight.

“That’s digustin’!” Tammy groaned. “Girls shouldn’t do that together.”

“Oh, don’t be gettin’ your panties in a bunch. It was just some lezzie fun. No harm.”

The girls pushed through the swinging door of the restroom. I glanced back and could barely see Ruth getting plowed in the bushes. Maybe I should swing by her house tonight, and give that girl another tumble. Crying shame her ma was a fat pig.

Then I followed the girls into the restroom, the door creaking open as I stepped into the cooler space. Tammy glanced back, blue eyes squinting as she eyed the door closing behind me. She shook her head, shrugged, then entered the stall. Cheryl-Lynn took the one beside it.

Liquid splashed, echoing in the bathroom, and Cheryl-Lynn moaned in relief. I twisted the deadbolt, locking the door. I didn’t want any interruptions to my fun. I was going to enjoy both of them together.

“Damn, that feels good!” Cheryl-Lynn sighed.

A second splash joined hers as I moved to Tammy’s stall. I paused before it, studying the door. It had one of those safety locks that you could open from the outside with a screwdriver, or a very long fingernail. I waited for her to stop peeing.

I popped the lock, the door swinging open.

“What in tarnation,” muttered Tammy. The blonde sat on the toilet, her shorts and panties around her ankles. “The damned doors don’t work in this place.”

“Yeah,” Cheryl-Lynn muttered. “Oh, wow. You need to get on Facebook. They’re sayin’ the army attacked Tacoma.”

“Tacoma?” the brunette asked, reaching to close the stall door. “That in Afghan’stan?”

“Naw. It’s up in Washington State.”

I lunged forward. Before she could close the door, I grabbed her blonde curls in both hands. She gasped, her mouth opening wide. The perfect opening I needed. I thrust my aching pecker forward, burying to the hilt in her hot, wet mouth.

She coughed and gagged as I fucked her face. I plunged over and over into her mouth, fucking her hard. She struggled for a moment, her blue eyes wide, then my Pact kicked in, and she started sucking. My mind-controlled touch was at work.

Cheryl-Lynn was oblivious to the fun going on in here, shifting on the toilet in her stall as I fucked her friend’s mouth. I pounded Tammy hard, burying into her sweet mouth again and again. The slut sucked, her cheek hollowing, her tongue swirling around my pecker.

I could see it moving as I stared into her gaping open mouth.

Hot damn, I loved turning invisible.

I thrust hard and deep into her, my pecker brushing the back of her throat. I groaned, naughty ideas shooting through my mind. I could do anything to this slut, and she’d love it. She was under my spell, eager to be molested by the Ghost of Paris.

“You gonna deep-throat me now, sweetness,” I whispered.

She looked up, her blue eyes sparkling in confusion as my dick kept hammering into her mouth.

From the other stall, sound started playing, tinny from her phone’s cheap speakers. “Blue hell!” Cheryl-Lynn cursed as what sounded news report in a warzone. “It’s like some cheesy movie goin’ on in Tacoma.”

I didn’t care. I lunged my dick to the back of Tammy’s throat. I pressed on her gullet. She didn’t fight me. She relaxed, letting me deep-throat my cock down her gullet. She swallowed my pecker, moaning.

I groaned as I pressed deeper and deeper down her throat. Her hot, tight esophagus massaged my dick. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I gripped her hair tight, gripping her as my dick sank farther and farther down her throat until her lips pressed into my invisible pubes.

She swallowed, massaging my shaft. Her mouth was wide open. Drool leaked out around my cock, her tongue stroking the invisible shaft. Her eyes were glossy as she stared up at me. She moaned, the humming bliss vibrating around my dick.

I loved it.

Cheryl-Lynn’s toilet flushed. Cloth rustled as Cheryl-Lynn pulled up her shorts. “This is wild,” she muttered, still listening to her phone. Her stall door opened. I glanced back as Cheryl-Lynn walked into sight.

She froze as she stared into the open stall and then blinked at her friend.

I fucked Tammy’s sweet mouth. I drew my dick out of the depths of her throat, loving the wet massage. Soon, her tongue was bathing the tip, almost all my pecker withdrawn. Then I rammed back into her throat while she made such a nasty sucking, slurping sound.

I buried into her sweet gullet over and over. I fucked her hard. My balls smacked her chin while I watched her friend. Cheryl-Lynn shook her head, struggling to gather her wits, her phone clenched tight in her hand, the sounds of gunfire echoing from it.

“Tammy, you okay?” Cheryl-Lynn asked, finally gathering herself.

Tammy moaned around my pecker plunging down my throat.

“Are you choking?”

Tammy gurgled and sucked on my cock.

“Oh, no!” Cheryl-Lynn gasped. She rushed in, her hazel eyes full of concern, and slammed into me. She squeaked as she bounced off of me, the impact driving my pecker deep down her friend’s throat.

The brunette squealed in fear, eyes trembling as she reached out and touched my back. She stroked me, feeling my flesh as I plundered her friend’s tight gullet and hot mouth. Tammy shook her head, then she turned, about to bolt.

My hand snaked out. I seized her hair by the frosted tips and yanked. She yelped as she tumbled back into the stall and fell against me. I groaned as her round tits pressed against me through the thin material of her tank top.

“Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh, Lord, help!”

I stopped fucking Tammy’s face so I could shift my hand down to stroke Cheryl-Lynn’s cheek with my other hand, my body twisted. I caressed her, letting my powers affect her. Tammy kept nursing on my dick, making the tip of my pecker ache and throb in her mouth.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be ‘fraid of, sweetness,” I cooed. “Just relax your purtee, little head. I ain’t gonna hurt you. Just gonna fuck you.”

Cheryl-Lynn still struggled in my grip, just not as hard as before. She whimpered while my finger traced down her neck and into the cleavage of her tank top. I yanked down the cloth hard, exposing a dark-brown nipple atop a firm, youthful breast.

I stroked it. She puckered hard and sighed. I let go of her hair, knowing she wouldn’t resist any longer. She was all mine. My pecker throbbed in Tammy’s mouth as my finger massaged Cheryl-Lynn’s hard nipple.

“See, sweetness, ain’t that nice?”

“I guess,” she mumbled. “Are you the Ghost?”

“Sure as shit I am.” I pinched her nipple, her little nub throbbing between my thumb and forefinger. Her hazel eyes squeezed shut and a delicious moan escaped her lips. “Your slut friend’s suckin’ on my pecker real nice. But there ain’t no reason we can’t put your sweet lips to work, too.”

“I guess,” she moaned as I twisted her nub.

“So, get down on your knees and rim my ass.”

Her tan cheeks darkened with a blush. “You mean I gotta…?”

“Get to lickin’, sweetness.”

“Oh, Lords,” she moaned, then knelt behind me.

I grinned as her trembling breath washed across my asscheeks. Her fingers were hesitant as she slid down my back to find my butt. I groaned as Tammy’s mouth bobbed up and down my mouth, the slut eager to please me while her friend searched for my asshole.

Cheryl-Lynn’s fingers found my crack. I groaned as she slid down it, my dick throbbing in Tammy’s hot mouth. Pleasure raced up my shaft as the naughty slut swirled her tongue around my spongy crown. My balls tightened.

Then Cheryl-Lynn’s fingers brushed my asshole. A tremble passed through me. It felt so wicked. I’d never had a slut do this, but I was the Ghost. Why not?

“Here goes,” the brunette slut muttered.

Cheryl-Lynn nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks, her skin silky against mine. Then I groaned as her tongue rimmed my ass. She slid her hot, wet appendage around my puckered asshole, sending delight racing up to the tip of my cock buried in Tammy’s sucking mouth.

Cheryl-Lynn’s licks were soft and delicate, fluttering around my asshole. I groaned at the new sensation. It was so wild. Then she grew bolder. Her tongue swirled more and more, shooting delight up to the tip of my dick aching in Tammy’s mouth.

“Fuck me!” I gasped as Cheryl-Lynn really shocked me.

The slut wiggled her tongue into my asshole. It was such a new sensation to feel her warm, wet tongue circling around and caressing my bowels. Such heat rushed to the tip of my dick buried in her friend’s mouth. The pleasure shot through me. This dizzy surges of rapture rushed through my body. I panted, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it!” I groaned. “Mmm, lick my asshole. This is wonderful. Just a treasure! Oh, wow, that’s good!”

Tammy sucked harder. She bobbed her head with such hunger on my dick, her blonde curls dancing about her cute face. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She teased me. The pressure swelled and swelled in my balls.

“Hot damn!” I panted. “You sluts are the best.”

I enjoyed both of the sweet, young things’ tongues caressing me. Tammy slid her lips up until she had just the tip of my pecker between them. She danced her tongue around my sensitive crown between hard sucks. Meanwhile, her brunette friend pushed her tongue as deep as she could, then pulled it out and sucked on my asshole.

They were driving me wild. The naughty sensations in my asshole only swelled the pressure in my cum-heavy balls. They tightened as I came closer and closer to erupting. I whimpered, Tammy nursing hard on my pecker.

My muscles tightened. “Gonna flood your sweet mouth. Don’t swallow. Good girls share.”

Tammy’s blue eyes looked up with understanding.

Cheryl-Lynn’s tongue shot back into my asshole. She brushed something in the depths of my bowels that sent a bolt of lightning crashing into my balls. The electricity shot up to the tip of my pecker.

I came.

Tammy gasped as I flooded her mouth with my thick cum. I shuddered between them, my asshole clenching on Cheryl-Lynn’s naughty tongue. More and more of my jizz fired out of my cock, bathing Tammy’s mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to hold it all in.

Her drool spilled out of my mouth, flowing around invisible drops of my cum. My mind burned with the rapture firing through me. Tammy didn’t swallow a drop, my jizz overflowing her slutty mouth. I shuddered as my orgasm peaked, my chest heaving.

“Goddamn!” I groaned, my body buzzing. “Now share it, slut.”

Tammy popped her mouth off my dick, her lips sealed tight, and nodded. Her puffy cheeks made her look so cute. I grinned at the combination and leaned against the stall, panting, my heart racing. My dick throbbed as I came down from my orgasmic high.

Tammy reached past me, seized her friend, and pulled them close. Cheryl-Lynn grinned with eager excitement, not fighting it at all. She dove in for the kiss with her friend as eager as a bear going for a hive of honey.

Their tongues fencing and swapping my invisible cum. Cheryl-Lynn’s hands went to Tammy’s boob tube, pushing the fabric up and exposing a pair of perky, conical tits topped with little, mauve nipples. My pecker throbbed as Cheryl-Lynn broke the kiss, her head darting down.

“What?” Tammy asked in confusion as Cheryl-Lynn sucked one of those mauve treats into her lips. “Oh, no! Stop that!”

I reached out, stroking the blonde’s face. “Relax, sweetness. Let your purtee friend dyke out on you. She’s been achin’ to do it. Ain’t that right, slut?” I gave Cheryl-Lynn’s ass a smack.

“I have!” she groaned, popping her mouth off Tammy’s nipple. “I love your brother, but you got his hot looks. Please! Let me go down on your pussy! You’ll love it.”

Tammy glanced vaguely in my direction, her face confused.

“Do it, sweetness.”

“Okay,” Tammy groaned, utterly my slut.

“Yes!” Cheryl-Lynn moaned before nibbling on her friend’s mauve nub.

My pecker grew hard again, my Pact with Astarte leading me to being hard all the time. I watched that sweet, young thing make love to her friend’s breast. She switched nipples, sucking as much of her friend’s conical titty into her lips as she could. Tammy gasped, eyes bulging.

“Oh, my!” the blonde moaned. “That’s just… Wow!”

“Wait until you feel my tongue diggin’ in your snatch!” purred Cheryl-Lynn.

Tammy bit her lip, seeming unsure about letting her friend eat out her pussy again. So I pinched one of Tammy’s nubs, letting my Pact relax her, control her, and said, “I can’t wait to see her tongue buried in your sweet cooch.”

Her blue eyes widened.

“Yeah! Do it, Tammy,” Cheryl-Lynn moaned. “Dyke out on my pussy!”

“With pleasure!” moaned Tammy as she fell under my power.

The brunette kissed Tammy’s flat stomach, tonguing her cute bellybutton. Then she moved lower, nuzzling the triangle of blonde curls above Tammy’s cooch. She pulled her friend to the edge of the toilet seat. “I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout this for months.”

Tammy’s back arched against the back of the toilet, gasping for joy. I grinned, watching Cheryl-Lynn’s mouth buried into her friend’s cooch. The garnet stud piercing in the brunette’s nose glinted as she vigorously waxed Tammy’s hardwood floors.

Tammy’s conical tits bounced and jiggled as she heaved on the toilet. Her face twisted while I stroked my pecker, loving the lezzie sight before me. Tammy squealed, her head throwing back, the little slut loving her friend’s tongue lashing.

“Oh, Cheryl-Lynn!” Tammy groaned. “Oh, my words! Keep doin’ that! Oh, Lords, yes!”

Cheryl-Lynn’s ass wiggled, barely covered by her short shorts. My pecker was ready thanks to Astarte’s Pact. I was eager to plumb this slut’s cooch. I gazed at the tight ass, the way the fabric clung to her firm cheeks.

No, I was eager to plumb a different hole.

“Open up, Tammy!” I barked, sidling past Cheryl-Lynn, wagging my invisible dick in her face. “Need you to get my pecker nice and wet so I don’t tear up your friend’s cornhole.”

“Don’t want that,” Tammy moaned before she opened her lips nice and wide.

She gave my pecker a delicious bath, her tongue coating my dick. I groaned, loving the sensations. You could just make out my cock, outlined in her glistening spit. I knew I was wet enough and moved behind Cheryl-Lynn, kneeling, eager to enjoy her smoking-hot ass.

I ripped down the brunette’s shorts, exposing a black thong buried between her curvy butt-cheeks. The crotch molded to her pussy, outlining her shaved vulva. I ripped her thong down, too, loving the sight of her pink pussy, her cuntlips dripping with her excitement.

But as nice as her cooch looked, I was interested in her sweet ass.

I spread her butt-cheeks apart and grinned as her pink asshole winked at me. She moaned into her friend’s snatch, her hips wiggling from side to side. Her asshole clenched and relaxed as I brought my spit-lubed dick to it. I pressed against her puckered hole while Tammy watched on.

“I can see your fingers digging into her butt-cheek,” groaned the blonde. “This is so hot! You’re gonna bugger her!”

“Sure as shit I am,” I growled and thrust.

I watched that pink sphincter stretch and stretch around nothing. She gaped open wider and wider, her moans muffled by Tammy’s cooch. I loved it as she swallowed more and more of my pecker. Her velvety bowels stimulated my dick, pleasure rippling down my cock.

Her anal sheath gripped my pecker as tight as a two dollar hooker fisting me in a back alley. And, damn, she was warm. I sank deeper and deeper into her until my crotch pressed on her rump. She whimpered into her friend’s snatch.

“Her asshole’s gaping open!” moaned Tammy, trembling. “Oh, Cheryl-Lynn, I can see into your butthole! He’s filling you up!”

“He fuckin’ is!” moaned the brunette into her friend.

Tammy gasped, her conical tits jiggling as she shuddered on her friend’s mouth, the toilet seat creaking beneath her. I grinned and pillaged her friend’s asshole. I plowed into Tammy, loving how she squealed and grunted as I reamed over and over into her hot, tight bowels.

Her velvety sheath massaged my cock as I thrust faster and faster into her. It was amazing. My balls slapped into her taint, my crotch into her butt-cheeks. They rippled from the invisible impact while her bowels clenched hard around my pecker.

My ache swelled at the tip. I pounded her hard, building towards that climax. I would—

Cheryl-Lynn’s dropped cell phone blared one of those shitty boy band songs.

“Shoot!” she moaned, her asshole clenching on my dick. She raised her head, throwing a look over her shoulder, her lips smeared with Tammy’s cream. “That’d be Nate.”

“Ignore it,” I grunted, pistoning in and out of her asshole, that delight surging through me. “You’re my slut. You can go back to him when I’m done with you and your sweet friend!”

“Mmm, sounds great!” the slut moaned, ignoring her boyfriend. “Pound my asshole while I do this!” She buried her face back between her friend’s thighs.

“Oh, Lords! Oh, Lords, yes!” Tammy moaned. “Shoot! I’m gonna cum, Cheryl-Lynn! Oh my words, yes!”

“Cum for me, baby!” cooed the slut I was sodomizing. “Let me drink all your sweet honey!”

“Lord, yes!” Tammy screamed. Her entire body stiffened, face squeezing as she came as loud as a Tijuana firecracker.

I shuddered, watching the pleasure cross her barely legal face. Her tits jiggled as she screamed out in rapture. She bathed her friend’s face, inspiring me to thrust harder and harder. It was so hot watching Tammy experience her first lesbian pleasure.

“Oh, baby!” Cheryl-Lynn groaned. “Yes, give me all that cream!”

Tammy heaved, the toilet seat groaning. Cheryl-Lynn’s bowels squeezed about my dick, massaging me as she drank her friend’s pussy juices. Tammy panted. She leaned back against the toilet seat, mewling as I kept buggering her friend.

“That was amazin’!” gasped Cheryl-Lynn, lifting her head from her friend’s snatch. “Your pussy spasmed about my tongue. Fuck, it was hot!”

“It was,” groaned Tammy, squeezing her little titties.

“Mmm, now I’m gonna cum!” groaned the brunette. She looked over her shoulder at me, licking her pussy-smeared lips. Cream dripped down her chin. “Keep stirrin’ that monster dick up in my ass! Just like that! Go harder! Oh, fuck!”

“Cum, slut!” I grunted, pounding her cornhole hard. Our flesh slapped together, my balls smacking into her while the ache built and built at the tip of my dick. “Let me feel your slutty ass cum on my pecker like the dirty, little whore you are!”

“Yes!” she groaned. Her asshole clamped down on my pecker.

Then she bucked and moaned. Her bowels writhed about my dick. I pumped away into velvety heaven. Her sheath massaged my dick. My balls tightened. She moaned and gasped, her back arching as her orgasm burned through her.

I groaned and slammed to the hilt in her, letting her sweet ass massage my cock. Her velvety sheath writhed about my dick, sucking at my cock. My balls tightened, my body tensed. The ache swelled at the crown of my cock and…

“Fuck, yes!” I whooped.

My cum unloaded into her asshole.

That wonderful, powerful release shot out of my pecker. I basted the little whore’s anal depths. The pleasure shot through me. It slammed into my mind, spilling over my thoughts in a hot wave. I groaned, shaking my head, my entire body buzzing from the delight burning through my thoughts.

Her asshole milked my dick. She worked me dry. My balls erupted every drop of my cum into her. The pleasure peaked in me. I drew in a deep breath, trembling, loving the bliss spilling through my body. Then I fired my last blast of cum.

“Hot damn, you got a tight cornhole, sweetness,” I grunted, pulling out of her asshole. I gave her tight rear a slap. “What a good fuck.”

“That was fun,” Tammy said as she stood and pulled up her jean shorts.

“Hey, now!” I objected. “I didn’t tell you to put your shorts back on. Get your ass out of the stall, peel them off, and get down on the floor. I wanna give your cooch a twirl.”

“A’ight,” Tammy purred. She smiled while slipping past Cheryl-Lynn who still lay panting on the floor.

I turned and followed, goosing Tammy’s ass. “Get them jean shorts off and get down on the floor. Wanna fuck your cooch, sweetness!”

Tammy’s phone blared in her jean pocket. She reached for it, but I knocked her hand away. “Right,” she nodded. “We’re yours for ‘while longer.”

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely, sweetness.” My dick ached. “Now get them shorts off, before I tear them off, and whoop your ass for good measure.”

Giggling, her fingers unsnapped her shorts. I groaned as she wiggled out of them. Her panties were pink, bikini-cut, and drenched with her juices. Her flip-flops came off with her shorts, her small toes wiggling on the cold concrete. She gingerly stretched out on the floor, then spread those lush thighs wide open for me.

The sight inspired me. “Cheryl-Lynn, why don’t you go and sit that purtee, little cooch of yours right on your friend’s face.”

Almost in a blur, the laughing brunette rushed to her friend and straddled her friend’s face. She rubbed her juicy cooch on Tammy’s lips. Grinning at me, Cheryl-Lynn threw her right arm over her head like she was a cowgirl spinning a lasso. She ground her cunt on her friend’s mouth.

“Ride that filly!” I chuckled, my dick aching.

“Mmm, she’s a spirited ride!”

My pecker was ready—Astarte’ gift was great, even if it did come with some cryptic, bullshit prophecy—so I knelt down, barely feeling the cold, rough concrete. I hooked my arms under Tammy’s knees, raising up her ass and lining up my pecker.

I speared into her cooch with my dirty pecker, washing Cheryl-Lynn’s filth off in her juicy cunt. I groaned as I fucked away into Tammy’s twat, letting her snatch buff my dick. I groaned, savoring how depraved this was, fucking one eighteen-year-old slut with my cock fresh from the other’s ass.

“Oh, yes, your cum’s leaking out of my butt, Ghost,” moaned Cheryl-Lynn. “She’s licking it up with my cream.”

“Hot!” I groaned. “It’s—”

Now Cheryl-Lynn’s fucking phone rang. The bathroom echoed with some boy band’s insipid lyrics. The brunette peeled her tank top off, revealing her round tits, and hummed to the song as she rode her friend’s face.

I shook my head, still plunging my dirty cock into Tammy’s cunt. No way I was going to let that dumb song throw me off. Not with this juicy pussy wrapped around my cock and those mighty fine pair of tatas bouncing before me. Cheryl-Lynn’s tits were topped with dark brown nipples.

Groaning, I buried my face into them. I rubbed my cheeks into her firm mounds as I thrust my dick in and out of Tammy’s cunt. I fucked the slut’s pussy hard. Her juicy snatch squeezed around me while my lips found Cheryl-Lynn’s nipple. I sucked hard.

“Oh, sweet Lord!” moaned Cheryl-Lynn, her arms hugging my invisible head to her breast. “I knew you would love dykin’ out, Tammy! You are a natural, pussy-licking sweetheart. Hell, yeah! Suck on my clitty! Oh, fuck! Keep doin’ that! I ain’t gonna last long on your sweet mouth.”

“Good!” Tammy moaned, words half-muffled by her friend’s cooch.

I thrust harder, faster. I pounded the delicious cunt wrapped around my pecker. Tammy was so hot and juicy. Her thighs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her depths. Her cunt gripped me, my dick throbbing in her embrace.

I loved it.

Cheryl-Lynn moaned and gasped as I sucked on her nipple. She ran her fingers through my invisible hair. It was getting shaggy now, growing out. I didn’t care. The slut moaned, her hips wiggling. I could hear her friend licking and lapping at her.

Cheryl-Lynn squealed. “Oh, you dirty slut! Where’d you learn to do that? Oh, fuck! That buttered my toast!”

The girl’s arms tightened around my head, pressing me against her tits. Her voice rose an octave, screaming her orgasm loud. Her passion echoed through the room. I shuddered as the tart musk of her juices filled the air.

Tammy bucked her hips, grinding her clit against my groin as I fucked her. She licked and lapped up her friend’s juices, experiencing that delight for the time because of me. It was such a treat to deliver. To share this passion with her.

My thrusts grew harder. My balls.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

“Is that you, Cheryl-Lynn?” a guy asked. “You girls in there?”

“Oh, hell yes!” Cheryl-Lynn screeched, still cumming on her friend’s mouth. “Lick my pussy, Tammy!”

“Shit! Is somethin’ happenin’ in there?” Nate shouted. The locked door rattled. He banged on it.

“I’m cummin’ again! Sweet Jesus, yes!” Cheryl-Lynn screamed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Tammy moaned. “Ram that dick in me!”

“Dick?” Nate groaned.

“He’s so huge! He’s fucking me so hard!”

“So hard!” Cheryl-Lynn echoed. “Ooh, yes! He sodomized me!”

“Fuck!” snarled Nate. “Hold on, babe!” The metal door shook, the jock slamming his body into it. “Fuck! Just hold on! I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you fuckin’ rapist!”

Tammy’s tight cooch spasmed about my pecker, cumming as hard as her friend. The sound of her brother trying to break in set her off. I groaned, plowing into her convulsing snatch while Nate crashed into the door over and over.

My balls ached to cum, but that damn banging on the door was really wrecking the mood. I closed my eyes, pounding harder on her sweet cunt. I just focused on that delicious cooch. I thrust harder, pounding her as she moaned and shuddered.

“I’ll kill you, mothafucker!” Nate screamed.

BOOM!

“I’ll rip your goddamn cock off and shove it up your ass! The cops are comin’, and I’m gonna watch them fuck you up!”

Goddamn, that was annoying.

I ripped my pecker out of Tammy’s cooch and hissed, “Slut, go open the door and let your stupid brother in! Boy needs to learn a lesson.”

Tammy stood up dazed, her face smeared with pussy juices. I seized Cheryl-Lynn and pressed her up against the wall, her tits bouncing. The deadbolt turned, Nate burst in, his face and thick neck red.

“Where is the fuckin’ rapist!”

“These purtee, young thangs are mine,” I roared, sounding as ghostly as I could.

I lifted Cheryl-Lynn, pinned to the wall, up and rammed my pecker deep into her cooch. She gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist and humped back. To Nate, it looked like his girlfriend hung suspended in the air.

The beefy lug’s eyes widened.

“I’m the Ghost of Paris!” I roared, hammering away at that juicy snatch. My balls were just about ready to burst. “I can have any sweet, young thang I want! Any dumb guy that tries to stop me is gonna get his pecker ripped off and shoved up his ass.”

“Ohmygod!” Christy Lynn moaned, her pussy clenching around my dick, bringing me to the verge of erupting. “Ohmygod! Fuck me harder!”

“Sorry, bro,” Tammy shrugged, snuggling up to me. I grasped her tit, letting her brother see it squeezed between my fingers. She whimpered in delight.

“These sluts are mine for the afternoon!” I bellowed, hammering his girl hard, reveling in taking her in front of him. “Get the fuck out, before I really get mad!”

He let out a strangled moan and then pissed himself.

Laughing in delight, I buried into Cheryl-Lynn’s sweet cooch and erupted. My jizz pumped into her twat as the meathead of a boyfriend ran away like fucking baby, bawling his eyes out. Such pleasure shot through me.

Cheryl-Lynn squeezed me tight, howling in my ear, as she came again. Her pussy milked my cock dry. My balls spurted over and over as I buried into her delicious cooch. She clutched me, her fingernails biting into my wrist. Her moans echoed through the room. Her sweet delight rippled around me, milking me.

It was such a treat. My cum spurted into her. The pleasure crashed into my mind. Stars burst through my vision as I unloaded my balls into the slut’s juicy cunt. I leaned into her, panting. I squeezed Tammy’s breast, loving this moment.

“I can’t believe you frightened him off,” Cheryl-Lynn moaned as I ripped out of her cunt and set her down. “That asshole left us to be molested!”

“What a pussy.” I laughed. “You should find yourself a fuckin’ man, not a little, fuckin’ girl!”

“I reckon I should!” Her tits heaved as she leaned against the wall, pussy juices running down her thighs. “I’m gonna kick his ass until next Tuesday for this!”

Tammy giggled. “It ain’t so bad. I’ll keep you company ’til you find a new beau.”

Cheryl-Lynn found her thong. “Sounds good. Maybe I should make the Ghost my new beau.”

“I’ll be your fuck-buddy, sweetness, but one woman ain’t enough for me.” I pinched Cheryl-Lynn’s ass. “You sweet, young thangs take care. I got to rustle me up another filly or three to wile away the day.”

I sauntered out into the warm, Texan day, eager to have more fun.

* * *

Wednesday, November 14th, 2013

The last two and a half months had been the greatest of my life.

For the measly price of my soul, the Devil gave me the power to be invisible and molest any woman I wanted. For the even smaller price of letting Astarte possess Darlene Cummins for the night, I got unlimited sexual stamina. Sure, it took me a week to get used to the fact I had an almost perpetual case of blue balls, but I had a lot of fun with it.

I haunted the local college, fucking girls all day. I slipped into houses and fucked wives next to sleeping husbands, or plowed barely legal daughters as their parents slept in the next room. Half the cheerleaders at Boone College, and more than a few other students, were pregnant with my child. I was a regular fixture at the Church of the Living God, the former Paris Revival for Christ, fucking the women who went there for worship. I knocked Happy up, and fucked her sister a few times when she got home from her honeymoon.

This day, I’d just finished paying a visit to my favorite librarian, my dick still wet with her pussy.

The world had changed that day I spent fucking in the park. Mark and Mary Glassner ruled the country now. Things were a little crazy. The fuckin’ governor tried to succeed us from the Union and reform the Republic of Texas. The reborn Republic ended when the governor was executed by the army.

More annoying for me was the fact my favorite website, The Unearthed Arcana, had been shut down by the FBI. The Living Gods were going after anyone that may have summoned a demon and made a Pact. The Anti-Warlock Act had been signed into law: anyone who made a Pact needed to turn themselves in or be executed.

I wasn’t afraid. I was the Ghost of Paris. How could the Gods’ forces ever find me?

My pecker was hard, as usual. I was watching the main street of Paris for some pretty, young thing to fuck. I saw Ursula and Marybeth walking across the street. I thought about molesting them. They were dating now and living together, planning on raising the kid I planted in Ursula’s belly.

Pink flashed out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a stunningly beautiful woman saunter to me. She was a nymph, a beautiful young face framed by bubble-gum pink hair. Her hips swayed, a short jean skirt clinging to her curves, her lithe thighs flashing. A pink T-shirt molded to her youthful melons. She wore no bra, her nipples dimpling the fabric. The words “Daddy’s Little Girl” was printed across her tits. Only “Girl” was crossed out and “Slut” written beneath it.

I let out a hungry growl. She was a slut with a capital S.

Beware the maiden, pink of hair. Astarte’s voice whispered in my mind.

The pink-haired slut strolled by, her ass writhing beneath that tight jean skirt. My pecker jumped to full erection. I had to cum so badly. I had to stick my dick in her cooch. I followed her. She was so beautiful, vivacious—desirable.

Beguiling figure, comely face.

What could this little girl do to me?

It was getting hard to think as my blood filled up my pecker. I reached out, stroking her neck. She gave a delightful squeal and whirled about. She looked wild-eyed. I loved this part, watching the fear at first, the shock of my touch. I reveled in my power over the girl. Her breasts heaved in her tight shirt. Hot damn, it looked like her nipples were pierced.

I had to see for myself.

I yanked up the hem of her shirt and groaned in awe at her firm titties. They were round and topped with pink nipples. Each hard nub was pierced by a silver barbell. My mouth watered. I lunged for those tatas.

But before I could grab those beauties, she spun away and ran down the street, shrieking, a gazelle running from the lion.

Beware the Maiden, pretty as death.

I didn’t give one shit about Astarte’s prophecy. I was going to stick my pecker in that slut’s cooch and fuck her until she came. Goddamn, I had to fuck that ass, too. I bet the slut’s had plenty dicks shoved into her cornhole.

She ducked down an alley.

I smiled. That led to an abandoned field with a high fence. She was trapped, at my mercy. I strolled through the alley, whistling. She stood in the center, realizing she was trapped. Her head cast about, her still-exposed tits bouncing and heaving.

She may be the most beautiful piece of ass I have ever seen.

Leading you to your final place.

What the fuck did Astarte know?

I advanced on her, moving with silent steps. The pink-haired slut whirled around, those tits swaying before me, silver piercings flashing in the sunlight. I groped those breasts, my fingers brushing her piercings. I tugged on them, twisting them.

“I’m gonna enjoy stickin’ my pecker in you, sweetness,” I told her, grinning. My mind-control powers were sinking into her, turning her into putty now that I had my hands on her, molesting her.

She gave a snort of derision. “Fuck that.”

I blinked at her as the fear on her face melted away into something else. Something… angry.

“Ain’t you feelin’ horny, yet?” I asked, tugging on both her piercings.

“Not for you,” she snarled.

Her knee connecting with my balls. Pain exploded. I doubled over in agony and fell to my knees. I shook my head, shocked. I’d never had a girl resist too much. Why was she so resistant to my wish? She should have been putty in my hand.

She pulled a water bottle out of her purse, one of them rubbery ones that you squeezed, the kind athletes used. She aimed it at me, both her hands clenching around the bottle. From the open top, a stream of blue liquid fell on my invisible body.

Paint.

Fear jumped through me. The bright blue smeared across my body, revealing me to the world. An animalistic panic shot through me. A fear I hadn’t felt since I made my Pact. I was exposed. Just like before when I was caught peeing on pretty girls.

I bolted to my feet, spun around, and sprinted like a madman for the alley. A big, fit man stepped out to block me. He had a dangerous-looking military bearing. I tried to slip past him, but his hands seized me.

The world spun. I slammed into the ground.

The wind exploded from my lungs. My head smacked hard, my brain rattling in my skull. I groaned, blinking, staring up at the man as I coughed. The pink-haired bitch stalked up. She grinned down at me as she fastened something around her neck. A gold choker. The name “Alison” was written in diamonds, and inscribed below that was, “Mark and Mary’s slut forever.”

“You work for them?” I asked.

“I was their first slut,” she purred, sounding so proud. “Now I hunt filthy Warlocks like you down.” A mocking smile flashed across her lips. “Well, you’re my first Warlock. Turns out Sam’s divining works perfectly. Only took me five minutes of walking down the street to get your attention.”

More men flooded into the field. They grabbed me, handcuffing my hands with plastic zip ties behind my back. Before I knew it, I was kneeling, panting. “I want my lawyer,” I spat. “I know my rights.”

The pink-haired bitch laughed. “Do we look like cops?” She pulled out a perfume bottle and sprayed it into my face. A strange feeling came over me as I inhaled the spicy scent, a kind of bubbly helpfulness. “Now, what’s your name, Warlock?”

“Scotty Adams,” I answered, wanting to please the beautiful, pink-haired woman.

“Good.” I was happy, my answer pleased her. “Now, what did you wish for?”

“Well, from the Devil, I wished to be invisible, for women to love my molestation, and to be immune from the elements. From Astarte, I wished for sexual stamina.”

She whistled. “You made Pacts with two separate demons. You have been quite bad, Scotty. Now, have you heard of the Anti-Warlock act?”

“Yes, I heard ’bout it.”

“So why didn’t you turn yourself in and claim the amnesty?”

“Didn’t want to give it all up,” I answered truthfully.

“Well, Sergeant Holland, what’s your assessment?” Alison asked the big guy who’d captured me.

“I don’t see why we need to bother our Mistress with this piece of shit,” he answered. “His powers don’t let him permanently control people, so he couldn’t bind them with the Zimmah spell. We don’t have to worry about any collateral deaths. Plus, he did admit to hearing about the Anti-Warlock act. I say summary execution.”

“I agree,” Alison answered, an angry, cold smile filling her lips.

“Wait, what?” I asked. “You can’t just kill me! I have rights.”

“Warlocks do not have rights,” she snarled. “You all deserve to burn for what you did to my Desiree!”

Who was that? “I’ve never met a woman named Desiree in my life!”

I felt something hard, metal, pressing into the back of my head. A chill ran down my spine. I knew what that was. I could smell the metallic tang of gun oil. This couldn’t be happening. This was America.

“Please,” I begged, my throat tightening. My body shook.

“Scotty Adams, I condemn you to death for violating the First Commandment of the Theocracy: You shall not make Pacts with Demons.”

“Wait!” I shouted. “I—”

The gun barked.

Then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

The darkness gave way to fire.

“Hello, Scotty,” the Devil grinned as I burned before him. A chain of molten, red metal was about my neck, connecting us. “I hope you had lots of fun.”

I screamed and screamed. All I had to cling to were the memories of my conquests, all the sweet, young things I fucked as everlasting fire consumed my flesh. I pictured all their beautiful faces.

* * *

Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Deidre Cheshire

I gazed around at the group of women and girls assembled in the back room of the Paris Public Library, clutching the printout of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. It was death to hold this book in the new Theocracy that had taken over America, but I was willing to risk that for the Ghost. I think I was the last woman he was with before Alison and the Theocracy cornered him. When they announced his execution, I still had a load of his cum in my pussy.

I saved it, the vial tucked into my bra, safe beside my heart.

“Has anyone seen him?” Ursula asked, the blonde cheerleader leaning against her girlfriend, Marybeth’s body, a tremble passing through the busty girl.

“No,” Heather answered. The redhead teenager’s face was twisted with concern. “He’s never gone more than three days without slippin’ into my bed and givin’ me some lovin’.”

“Then it’s true, the Theocracy’s killed him,” Cheryl-Lynn pouted, hugging her friend Tammy tight.

“No!” gasped the twin sisters Rhonda-May and Marissa.

“It’s true,” I said. I looked at them all—his lovers. There were almost thirty women and girls in the room. “The Ghost is dead. But there’s a way to bring him back. If we’re willing to pay the price.”

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