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

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Monday, July 28th, 2014 – The Ghost of Paris – Cassia County, ID

“We would have,” Marissa shouted, standing naked next to her twin sister. “We want to be with the Ghost. We left our families behind for him. We knew what we was signin’ up for.”

I stared out at all these women gathered before me in the farmhouse basement. I had molested them all, reveling in my powers and their pretty bodies. I never thought I’d stir up such loyalty and love in them. I had only been after my pleasure when I made my pact with the Devil.

I was a horndog that needed to fuck, and I hadn’t cared about the women I molested.

But they cared about me. They worshiped me. They were willing to die with me.

It touched my heart. I stared out at all of them assembled in the basement. Over thirty women, including my seven eighteen-year-old daughters, who’d risked everything to pull me out of Hell. How had I stirred such loyalty in them? Was it my wish? Did they crave the pleasure of my touch this much that they didn’t care about anything else?

Or was it genuine love for me?

As I stared at them, I thought it was genuine emotions. I could see it in their eyes. I had never loved anyone. Never believed I could. I’d always just thought of just myself, but how could I not return these women’s feelings? My heart swelled with warmth.

With love.

What a shame it was all about to end.

The Theocracy was knocking on the doors. The same bastards who’d killed me the first time were fixing to do it all over again. They had an entire army outside the protective dome around the farmhouse. It was only a matter of time before that bastard Mark arrived to destroy all we had here. So we were fleeing the only way we could.

We were going to Hell.

I didn’t want to return, but at least the company would be pleasant. If we waited, the Theocracy would kill us. Worst, they could sever our connection and prevent us from sharing in damnation. We would suffer apart.

I seized the plastic cup full of the cyanide-laced Kool-Aid. I didn’t hesitate. I brought the drink to my lips and gulped it down. I was invisible. The cup seemed to float before my face as I tilted it back, draining every drop of the sugary, cloying drink.

A bitter taste lingered in my mouth.

The other women of my Cult drained their cups, too. My harem died to be with me. As the poison burned through my body, I knew I loved these women with every ounce of my being. I felt it brimming through me.

I collapsed to the ground, my life fading away.

When I stood in that field on the edge of Paris, Texas, waiting for the sun to rise to make my deal with Lucifer, this was not how I imagined it would have ended. Deidre Cheshire—the woman that had organized the Cult and had been the hot librarian I loved to fuck while she helped her patrons—sank down next to me. She rested her head on my chest as darkness swam before my vision.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick from the poison. “I love you, Scotty Adams.”

I was sure it would be the last time I would hear my real name spoken.

“Well, sweetness,” I said, emotion burning the corners of my eyes. My world shrank, darkness swallowing the edges as I felt this weight pulling at me. My limbs felt numb, heavy. “I reckon I love you and all them purtee, young thangs you gathered.”

The last thing I saw before I died was her smile.

And then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

But I didn’t appear in Lucifer’s fires or Astarte’s starlight. No rotating in the oven or searing beneath silver radiance. I was severed free of both my Pacts by these amazing women. This time, I appeared in a sickly, twisted forest, the trees skeletal, their bark stripped away by the burning wind. It was hot as the furnace, almost like it blew from wherever Lucifer had cooked me for the last nine months.

Instead of burning me now, it just… tickled me. I didn’t feel the pain. It was incredible. There wasn’t torture here for me.

Women and girls appeared around me as they died one by one. Chains flickered into being when each appeared, attached to iron collars about their throats. Each bond led back to me. They were bound to me for eternity. I shuddered at the thrill of it. The gift they gave me.

All my favorites were here. The Boon College cheer squad, nicknamed the Lionesses, appeared in a gaggle before they spread out in a military-like formation, their heads sweeping around as if they were searching for threats. Heather, my favorite bedmate, and our daughter flashed into my right, the pair hugging each other. Carla, the ghost hunter, appeared beside Mindy Taylor, the first girl I had fucked as the Ghost.

More and more appeared. I knew them all.

I surveyed my women, my loyal worshipers, and declared, “I reckon we’re gonna carve out our kingdom right here!”

Marissa nodded in agreement. “We’re gonna carve out eternity.”

I blinked as she tugged on the vast well of power that brimmed inside me. She used it to fashion a green sword. She held it in hand, a look of delight on her face. I shivered at that sensation. My fingers flexed.

I had so much energy inside of me.

“I told you I was prepared,” Deidre said, a smile bright on her lips.

Yes, she was. She had arranged this all.

Cackles and chortles echoed around us. Demons scampered through the twisted brush and bony trees. Some of the women gasped, clutching each other in panic, their emotions giving me droplets of more power.

I wasn’t afraid of the demons. I didn’t have this level of power when I was here last time. I had the pooled force of all our souls, plus it was mixed with all the energy Deidre had siphoned off to prepare for our arrival. She always knew death was the end of the Cult.

And the beginning.

“Come on, Lionesses!” shouted Latonya, the team’s captain, a green sword flashing into her ebony hands. “Let’s show these demons who owns these woods.”

“Right, baby girl?” blonde Ursula laughed, looking at our daughter.

“Right, Momma,” Gabriella added. Three of my daughters were born to the Lionesses, and they had all been inducted into the squad. Remelda stood beside her mother Latonya, while Kelly and our daughter Zelda exchanged flashing smiles.

“I always did like the woods,” I told my followers. “I reckon we can make a nice cabin here. Once we deal with the local varmints.”

A sword appeared in my hand, shining green. It felt right. I imagined I knew how to use the weapon. That seemed to work. This wasn’t the real world. This was Hell. It was a place fashioned by the souls who dominated it. Lucifer held sway in his domain, Astarte in hers.

This would become mine.

I strode forward as the howling demons raced through the treetops. They were ape-like, twisted into bestial monsters with almost human faces. They probably were humans once, driven mad by one of the Greater Demon’s torments after the eons.

The ape-demons fell from the trees around us, hooting and snarling. Their arms had grown long and spindly. Black, wiry hair sprouted in mangy tufts about their cancerous bodies. I stood in the center of the cheerleaders. The twins, Rhonda May and Marissa, their auburn hair flying wild, rushed to join us.

Marybeth swung first. Her wife, the busty and blonde Ursula, was at her side and sliced at a second ape. Their swords hacked through the demons. The bestial things hooted and squealed in pain. My cheerleaders rushed forward, crying out their college cheers at battle cries.

The ape-demons screamed in pain as they were hacked to pieces.

However, they didn’t die. Nothing could die in Hell. One ape-demon writhed on the ground, hooting in agony as it tried to swipe at Marybeth’s feet. Gabriella’s sword flashed, saving the black-haired cheerleader’s life.

“Thanks, baby doll,” Marybeth laughed, swinging her sword into the face of another demon.

I was invisible. To the demons, it must seem like my sword floated and attacked like it had a mind of its own. I strode into their midst, lashing out to my right and laughed. My strikes were more powerful than my women’s. When I swung, it bowled over multiple monsters, sending the demons flying like pins, their bodies bursting into pieces and raining through the forest.

“Keep it up, sweet thangs!” I called. “You’re the fuckin’ Lionesses! Ain’t no demon gonna defeat you!”

“Lionesses!” roared the cheerleaders, their swords falling faster, their faces wild with exultation.

Their emotions flowed back to me, increasing the reservoir of power. Not much, little raindrops falling into a vast lake, but over the centuries, the eons, a rainstorm could fill the grand canyon if it had nowhere to drain.

I swung, slicing off three of the things’ heads. Their bodies struck their compatriots, hurtling them back into trees. Trunks broke. The branches ended in skeletal-like claws, impaling bits of ape-demons on them.

“Lionesses!” roared the cheerleaders.

I felt the excitement from my other women as they watched us slaughter the horde. We left dismembered ape-demons in our wake. They were strewn across the twisted forest floor. The pieces crawled away in a panic, fleeing us.

The violence was exciting. I throbbed with need. The cheerleaders’ faces were flushed, their nipples hard, and their cooches perfumed the air with their exciting scents. There was energy in causing pain. Power found in agony.

“Ghost!” Deidre shouted from behind.

“Help! Help!” Mindy shrieked.

I turned. Some of the ape-demons had flanked us and attacked my women. Mindy lay on the ground, one atop her. Hairy, spindly hands spread her legs open. He was trying to rape my cooch.

Anger flashed through me. I had to save her.

The world blurred as I raced to her rescue. I crossed a hundred yards in a heartbeat. I stood over her, snarling my rage. My sword flashed, cutting the ape-demon in half. The upper stump crashed into a tree, the lower half still tried to thrust into her. I kicked it off of her.

“That’s my cunt!” I snarled, my sword swinging at a second demon and splitting it in twain.

“Thank you, thank you,” Mindy sobbed, crawling behind me. “I’m your cunt, Ghost. Just yours.”

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely!” I snarled. How dare these fucking beasts try to touch what was mine? I didn’t go through all this shit just so I could have my women despoiled. “These are my cunts, demons!” I roared. “Mine!”

The force of my voice lashed out, slamming into the ape-demons. The bestial things froze, their mindless rage stilled by the strength of my soul. They had no wills of their own, just bestial appetites. They couldn’t resist my strength. They were little puddles before the flood of my wrath. I filled that vacancy with my desire. I groaned as I realized I gave them purpose once again. Not to all of them, but a lot, maybe two hundred or so.

The more I filled with my will, the harder it grew to dominate the rest.

My women gasped in surprise as the ape-demons attacking them turned on their fellows.

“What did you do?” Deidre asked.

“I reckon I tamed them.” I chuckled. “Would you look at that? My own army of monkey-demons. I sure as shit never thought I’d see that.”

It turned the tide. The ape-demons I hadn’t dominated squealed in terror, fleeing before the organized army of my mindless horde. My harem cheered in relief. Mindy threw her arms about my body, kissing me with her hot, sweet mouth.

My cock swelled.

“Ain’t you a hot thang,” I purred as she rubbed her dark-red nipples against my chest. I could see her titties compressing against my invisible body. Her cunt, dripping wet, rubbed against my thigh. “Hmm, you just as hot as the day I fucked your purtee cooch in the changin’ room.”

“I’m boilin’ hot, Ghost,” she moaned. “So much hotter than that day.”

I opened my mouth to speak when a powerful blast of the searing wind whipped Mindy’s hair into my mouth. I growled in frustration, my pecker hard. It was fucking annoying. With an instinctive thought, I changed the landscape.

The sickly forest was depressing.

The ground rippled out from my feet as my reality supplanted the hellish woods. The trees thick and powerful, sprouting into tall oaks with large bows, their green leaves broad and shielding us from the wind. Beneath my feet, the ground became soft loam. A babbling brook meandered through the forest glade. The bubble of change had its limit, the skeletal forest rearing around the edges, but inside, it was like the forest I used to go squirrel hunting in as a kid.

Just beautiful.

“We’re gonna build one helluva cabin,” I laughed as I pulled Mindy down to the soft loam. “But first, I reckon you ladies need a good fuckin’.”

“Oh, yes,” Mindy moaned as I mounted her.

The lithe thing spread her legs. She gasped as my hard pecker slammed into her dripping cooch. She was as tight and hot in Hell as she was in life. My dick throbbed inside her cunt, reveling in her juicy, silky grip.

“Fuck me, Ghost!” she moaned, her face twisting in rapture. “I love it when you’re in me! I feel so complete.”

“You have one sweet cunt!” I panted, my hips plunging away at her cooch. The other women of the harem crowded about us, all naked and wet and needing attention.

I rose, hooking Mindy’s legs over my invisible shoulders as I pounded her juicy pussy. Her legs felt silky against my chest. She whimpered, her twat getting tighter. I looked down. I could see her cooch as I plunged into her. My pecker stretched her cuntlips open, her pink flesh rippling about my unseen shaft.

It was such a wicked sight. I groaned, thrusting hard into her wet depths, my balls smacking invisibly into her taint. The force made her round tits bounce, the dark-red nipples hard and waving. Her youthful face, framed by honey-brown hair, tossed back and forth.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, Ghost! I love your cock!”

I looked around at my other women, spotted one nearby. That sexy ghost hunter. “Carla, why don’t you sit your fine cooch on Mindy’s face and let me suck on them fine-assed titties!”

“Oh, you have the best ideas,” the busty redhead said. She rushed to us, her big boobs shaking. Milk beaded her nipples.

I loved drinking nursing the creamy milk from the seven women who bore me daughters. I was thrilled to see they still lactated in Hell. My mouth watered as I hammered Mindy’s twat, fucking the slut hard.

“Ooh, sit on my face!” Mindy moaned, her hands reaching up with a greedy passion to grab Carla.

The redhead straddled Mindy and sank down. Carla groaned as she planted her hot cooch on the girl’s face. Mindy, her pussy clamping down on my thrusting dick, moaned. I heard her tongue lapping away at Carla’s tasty cunt. The slut made such happy moans as she feasted.

It was a delight to hear. My mouth watering, I lowered my head. My hands, arms wrapped around Mindy’s legs, grabbed Carla’s milk-heavy breasts. My unseen fingers kneaded her flesh. I loved the sight as I nuzzled in and latched onto her left nipple.

I suckled.

Her creamy milk flooding my mouth. I loved the sweet tree. My dick throbbed as I realized I would have eternity to suckle and enjoy my women. My hips thrust harder as I nursed. I gulped down the treat as I plowed Mindy.

“Mmm, that’s it, Ghost,” Carla purred as I nursed on her. “Damn, that’s incredible.”

“Uh-huh,” Mindy whimpered, her pussy squeezing about me. “You taste just as good in Hell, Carla.”

She did. Her milk just as sweet.

I nursed with hunger, driving my cock deep into Mindy’s cunt. Her lust flowed into me like all the others, little droplets of power that felt incredible. I feasted on it as I drank down Carla’s milk. Her creamy delight flowed down my throat, coating me in her passion.

My hips thrust forward fast and hard. I drove my dick deep into my women’s cunts. I fucked them hard. I plowed into them. This wonderful treat spilled over my tongue. This delicious delight coated the inside of my mouth. It was incredible.

I gulped it down. I suckled and nursed. My eyes squeezed shut as this wonderful passion surged through me. I drank with hunger. I suckled and nursed. I gulped it down with such joy. This wicked passion. This amazing treat. It was the best.

I guzzled down this yummy milk. I nursed on it. I suckled with wanton passion. I drove my dick hard into Mindy’s pussy as I nursed from Carla’s passion. Around us, my other women moaned and writhed in lesbian passion.

“Ghost!” Mindy squealed, her voice muffled by Carla’s cooch. “I love you! Yes!”

As I drove into her juicy depths, her cunt rippled about my pecker. The little whore was cumming on my dick. I loved it. I plowed into her twat. Her pussy writhed about my cock, massaging it, increasing my pleasure.

I suckled harder as the ache grew at the tip of my throat. The creamy delight squirted into my mouth and then washed down my throat and into my stomach. Carla’s breast milk was sweet and delicious. I wanted to drown in it.

“Oh, that’s it, drink Mommy’s milk,” purred Carla. “I love nursing my Ghost.”

“Oh, Momma, you have the best milk,” giggled our daughter, Annabeth.

“Momma’s got a free tit,” Carla offered.

Annabeth squealed in delight. My daughter with Carla knelt next to me, her cheek rubbing on mine as she latched onto the right nub. We sucked on her mother’s tits. It was such a rush. I thrust harder and deeper into Mindy’s pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes,” moaned Carla. “You’re both nursing. That’s wonderful. Ooh, Mindy, I’m going to cum on your mouth.”

I was going to cum in her cooch.

The milk inflamed my lusts. The pressure swelled at the tip of my pecker. I buried fast and hard into Mindy’s spasming cunt. Her pussy writhed about me, sucking at me. She wanted my cum. I growled about Carla’s nipple.

I slammed deep into Mindy. My balls smacked into her flesh.

I erupted into her cooch.

I moaned about Carla’s nipple as the jizz spurted out of me. It bathed Mindy’s cunt. Pleasure slammed through my body with each eruption. I growled and sucked harder at Mindy’s nipple. I gulped down her milk, savoring the creamy drink as I basted Mindy’s cunt with load after load of my spunk.

“Ghost!” whimpered Mindy as her pussy massaged my dick. “Oh, yes, yes!”

“Oh, this is amazing!” groaned Carla. “Yes! Drink my juices, Mindy!”

I ripped my head up and howled out my rapture as I fired out the last blast of my cum into Mindy’s cunt. Carla bucked and writhed, holding our daughter to her left tit while cumming on Mindy’s hungry mouth. The slut wrung my dick dry.

Panting, I grinned. My cock was still hard. I still had more love to give.

“Gonna fuck your sweet cooch, baby doll,” I told my daughter Annabeth while ripping my cock from Mindy’s pussy. I slapped my daughter on the ass. “How does that sound?”

“Do it!” gasped the climaxing Carla, her bliss adding a sprinkle of power to my reservoir. “Shove your cock in her tight pussy. She loves it.”

“I do, Momma,” purred Annabeth, her blushing lips dripping with her mother’s milk. “Fuck my cunt, Daddy. I love your dick.”

I moved behind her, drinking in the sight of my daughter’s bubbly ass.

SMACK!

She gasped as her butt-cheek rippled from my impact. My pecker throbbed as she cooed, a bright red handprint forming on her rump. Even in Hell, I could spank a slut’s ass. Delicious. I guided my pecker to my daughter’s cunt and thrust into her.

The incestuous flesh of her young cunt engulfed my cock. She gasped, her cooch tightening down on me. It was so wrong to fuck my daughter. Forbidden. So I loved it. I reveled in it as I drew back my hips, her tight twat clinging to my dick. I wish I had more daughters to fuck.

I know I did have more, up in the real world, but not all the women I molested joined the Cult.

Not by a long shot.

But the seven daughters I had would keep me satisfied. And their mothers And all the other women would give me bliss. I had endless combinations of depravity to enjoy.

I pounded my daughter’s cooch as she suckled hard at her mother’s breast. The naughty sounds of her suckling only inspired me to drive my cock hard and deep into her twat. I reveled in it. Her juicy twat gripped me, spilling pleasure down my shaft to my balls.

Mindy kept feasting on Carla’s cunt. She licked and devoured that pussy. The redhead squirmed, holding our daughter to her breast. She had such a wild grin on her face, savoring the incestuous thrill of nursing our adult daughter.

“Mmm, yes, yes, drink all of Mommy’s milk.”

Our daughter moaned, squeezing her cunt around my pecker plunging into her juicy depths.

“Mmm, yum,” Deidre moaned. She buried her face between Mindy’s thigh to devour the creampie I left in the slut’s cooch.

“Lick me all up!” Mindy moaned, trembling.

I savored it. The naughty sounds of pussy licking and nursing, the thrill of plundering my daughter’s cooch. Annabeth’s pussy gripped me. She wiggled her hips, stirring that wonderful twat around my dick.

Heavenly bliss.

My balls grew tighter and tighter as I plundered my daughter’s twat. I hammered her, burying again and again into her. The pressure built and built at the tip of my dick. That ache swelled. I growled, gripping her hips and pounding her hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck, Mindy!” gasped Carla, her body trembling. “Oh, yes! Keep licking my pussy! Oh, you wonderful little slut! Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum again! Oh, shit!”

Carla ran her hands through Annabeth’s auburn hair as her body shook. The older woman came on Mindy’s mouth, drowning her in cream. I loved the passion flowing into me as I fucked Annabeth harder. The girl nursed, giving her mother more pleasure.

“Yes, yes, drink it all down!” moaned Carla.

Mindy, squealing her own delight from Deidre’s licking, did that. I could hear Deidre slurping and moaning her enjoyment. She drank Carla’s pussy juices while the redhead thrashed. The sexy, older woman trembled and then fell backward.

Her nipple popped out of our daughter’s mouth.

“Momma!” moaned Annabeth while Carla writhed on the ground, trembling in delight.

“She came hard,” I growled, slamming into my daughter, my crotch smacking into that bubbly rump.

“Ooh, Momma, was that a hard cum?” Annabeth asked, rocking her hips back into my thrusts. My balls smacked into her.

“It was the best, baby girl,” moaned Carla.

Mindy seized my daughter’s face and pulled Annabeth down. The two barely legal sluts met in a hard kiss. My dick throbbed in as I plowed my daughter’s cooch knowing she was tasting her momma’s cunt juices on Mindy’s lips. My balls tightened as they slapped into Annabeth. I fucked her faster, savoring the depravity.

It was incredible. I swept my hands over her body, reveling in the feel of her. I made her with her momma. It was a heady rush. My dick plunged faster, harder into her incestuous sheath. My balls thwacked into her clit while the incestuous grip of her cunt brought me closer and closer to my eruption.

“Gonna cum in your fine cooch, sweetness,” I panted.

She moaned into Mindy’s lips. She squeezed down, stirring her hips. Then she squealed. Her cunt went wild about my cock. Her tight tunnel spasmed and milked my pecker. Her pussy burned around my dick.

She was eager for my cum.

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” I howled as I slammed into her convulsing snatch, savoring her incestuous orgasm burning around me.

My balls swelled. The pleasure grew. Her hungry cunt brought me to the brink. The pressure exploded at the tip of my cock. I groaned, burying into her, and whooped loud as I unloaded a flood into my daughter’s fine cooch.

“Take it, baby girl!” I shuddered as my cum spurted over and over into her. “Oh, fuck! You have one fine cunt.”

Her naughty cunt milked me dry. It was an incredible sensation. My back arched. I gripped her hips as my daughter wrung out every drop of cum brimming in my balls. My pecker throbbed as it spurted. My pleasure peaked.

Crashed.

“Mmm, thank you for your jizz, Daddy,” Annabeth moaned as I pulled out of her.

“You’re mighty welcome, daughter, “I said and smacked her rump again.

She squealed while her fresh-fucked cooch gaped open, dripping her juices down her thighs. It was clear her cream ran around a stream of my own cum. It was hot; even my jizz was invisible. I loved it.

“Who wants to lick me clean?” my daughter moaned.

“I do,” Dr. Savitri responded. In a flash, the Indian gynecologist had her cinnamon-hued face burying into my daughter’s pale flesh, licking hard.

I gave the doctor a smack on the ass, loving the way her red-brown flesh jiggled. Memories burned through me. Hot damn, that had been a fun day when I molested all of her patients at her gynecology practice.

Dr. Savitri wiggled her rump in response, moaning as she feasted on my daughters. Her cinnamon rump beckoned. I grinned, my invisible hands spreading her butt-cheeks apart, exposing that dark-brown sphincter.

My pecker was dripping with my daughter’s juices, and the doctor’s cornhole just begged to be violated. I knew she wouldn’t mind. Not when she was sucking my cum out of my daughter’s fine, young cooch.

“I’m gonna love cornholin’ you, cunt,” I groaned while rubbing the head of my pecker on her asshole.

“Oh, do it, Ghost,” she moaned, wiggling her ass. “I love your cock no matter where you fuck me.”

“Cause you’re a complete whore, sweetness,” I groaned as I pressed my pecker into her tight hole.

“I am,” she moaned as her anal ring surrendered to my pecker.

I loved watching her asshole spread wider and wider as my invisible cock pressed into her. I groaned as her sphincter slipped over my cock. I shuddered as I slipped deeper and deeper into her bowels, spreading her open. I stared down into her pink bowels, my cock ramming all the way inside her velvety depths.

I shuddered, loving the feel of her around me. I bottomed out in her, my hands grabbing her hips. My daughter moaned in delight, grinding her cunt into the good doctor’s mouth. I smiled at that, loving the sight.

“You gonna fuck her cornhole good, Ghost?” Rhonda May asked, pressing against my body, rubbing her fine, teenage titties on my side.

“Yeah, are you?” her twin asked, pressing up on my other side.

The only way you could tell Rhonda May and Marissa apart was by how they styled their auburn hair and the tattoos they both possessed. Marissa had her hair in a French braid, while Rhonda May’s hair fell loose down her back. They both had a rose tattooed on their breast, the thorny vines curling around their tits. Marissa’s was on her left tit, Rhonda May’s her right.

“Fuck the slutty doctor,” purred Marissa, her hot cooch grinding on my hip. The little slut writhed, rubbing that juicy twat on me as I slammed into the doctor’s hot cornhole.

“Oh, yes! Pound her dirty ass,” moaned Rhonda May, humping against my other side.

I thrust my cock over and over into the doctor’s asshole. I sodomized her, one hand on Marisa’s rump, the other on Rhonda May’s fine ass. I held them tight against me, loving their hot cooches grinding against me as I pounded Dr. Savitri’s tight, hot bowels.

My dick reveled in burying over and over into her anal depths. I savored it. My balls smacked into her taint again and again. The pleasure flowed up my shaft, melting my balls. They were aching to erupt in her. To spray her with my jizz.

“Yes, fuck my asshole, Ghost!” panted Dr. Savitri into my daughter’s twat.

“Don’t stop licking me,” moaned Annabeth. “I’m so close to cumming again. I love to cum!”

“You’re a healthy, young woman,” the doctor purred. “Your body was made to cum over and over.”

The doctor’s sweet ass tightened on my pecker as she buried her face back into Annabeth’s cooch. I thrust deep into the doctor’s ass again and again. The velvety delight massaged me. The ache grew at the tip of my cock again.

That wonderful pressure in need of its release.

The twins clung to me, humping harder, matching the rhythm of my hips. I had two hot cunts sliding up and down my hips while their sweet lips nuzzled at my throat. They loved me as I pounded the doctor’s asshole.

I was the king of this forest, and my queens were such a horny bunch.

“Pound her,” one twin moaned.

“Ream her tight bowels,” groaned the other. Both their titties rubbed against my invisible sides as their juices coated me.

“I gonna pound her until she explodes on my pecker!”

“Yes!” the doctor moaned, her bowels clenching down my dick.

“Yes, yes, fuck her, Daddy!” my daughter moaned, grinding her pussy back into the doctor’s mouth.

My balls slapped into the doctor’s dripping cooch every time I buried into her. They brimmed with cum. I groaned, my orgasm cumming closer and closer as I fucked the doctor’s bowels. Her ass massaged my pecker with a hot, velvety grip.

Then my daughter moaned and gasped. She shuddered and trembled, her head tossing back in rapture. Her auburn hair dancing. She cried out in rapture, cumming on the doctor’s hungry lips. My daughter’s back arched, pushing her cooch into the doctor’s lips.

“That’s it!” I moaned, fucking the doctor hard as she licked up my daughter’s cream.

“Oh, Daddy, she made me cum!”

“I can see that!” I groaned, my dick throbbing. “Hot damn, I love it.”

I slammed into the doctor’s bowels as she ate my daughter’s cunt through her orgasm. Annabeth slumped onto the ground, curling up and moaning. It was such a beautiful sight to see, her eyes fluttering as she came down from her high.

“Oh, thank you, Dr. Savitri! I loved it! You made me cum so hard!”

“You’re welcome, cutie,” panted the doctor as she rocked back into me. “Oh, yes! It’s my turn to orgasm. Keep fucking me, Ghost! Oh, yes!”

“Do it, whore!” Rhonda May moaned, grinding her pussy harder on my hips. “Oh, yes! Cum, cum, cum!”

Savitri’s ass rippled about my cock. She threw her head back, shuddering and moaning. I loved the feel of her convulsing asshole about my pecker. Her moans were so sweet as I plowed into her, savoring her velvety flesh, the ache growing at the tip of my pecker.

The twins shuddered against me. They both clung to me, gasping, moaning. Then their pussies bathed my sides with their cream. I felt the passion of their climaxes drip energy into my soul while they trembled.

Even together, they came in unison.

“Hot damn, that’s it,” I growled, coming closer and closer to my orgasm while the doctor’s bowels writhed about my cock.

“So hot,” moaned Marissa. “That was so fuckin’ amazin’!”

“Good cum,” panted Rhonda May.

“I’ll show you two a good cum,” I moaned, a wild idea popping into my head. “Twins, you’re gonna suck my cock clean of Dr. Savitri’s asshole, then get a big, ol‘ facial.”

“Yes!” hissed Rhonda May, falling to her knees.

Her twin was right behind her, both girls lowering their faces. I wrenched my pecker out of the doctor’s ass. The Indian beauty joined my daughter, trembling on the soft loam, the twins leaning closer. They both grabbed my dick and nuzzled into the tip.

Neither hesitated to lick my cock clean of Dr. Savitri’s asshole. The twins’ tongues flicked up and down my dirty shaft, moaning, clearly savoring the sour flavor of Savitri’s bowels. They licked up to the tip of my cock, dancing around the crown.

“That’s it, cunts,” I moaned, running my hands through their auburn hair. “Worship my cock. I know you just love to defile yourself. Fuckin’ A, I reckon you are the filthiest pair of twins that ever lived.”

“I reckon we are,” giggled Marissa, staring up at me with hungry eyes.

They both went back to licking me. Their tongues danced around my cock. I groaned at the heat of their tongues licking me. They bathed me. Pleasure spilled over my cock. This wicked heat that had me dizzy and in need of rapture. I groaned, my heart pounding as they buffed me clean.

They sucked and nibbled on the tip, both of them fisting my dirty cock. My balls tightened. I groaned, staring down at them as my invisible hands gripped their hair, holding Marissa’s pleated braid and the other’s loose locks.

“Give us a big, ol‘ facial,” moaned Rhonda May, staring up at me with such heat in her eyes. “I want to lick your cream off my sister’s face.”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Fist me hard and get ready,” I groaned, my cock throbbing with the need to erupt. “I’m almost there, sluts!”

The twins pressed their cheeks together, lips open, their blue eyes staring eagerly up at me. They fisted my unseen cock hard and fast. I shuddered as the pressure built. I climbed towards that moment, eager to coat their identical faces in my jizz.

“Hot fuckin’ damn!” I howled as I exploded.

I whooped as my invisible cum spurted from my dick. It splashed across their faces. I couldn’t see it, but they felt it, closing their eyes and shuddering for joy as I basted them. My cock pulsed with each one, firing pleasure through my body.

I groaned as they moaned. They opened their mouths, thrusting out their tongues. Stars danced around my vision as they reveled in being covered in my spunk. My sluts worshiped me. I savored it. I grunted as I erupted one final time.

“That was abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely amazin’, sluts,” I panted, my body buzzing from the passion.

The twins only made it sweeter.

They turned and licked each other’s faces, moaning as they enjoyed my salty cum. They bathed each other, licking and lapping, enjoying my invisible treat. Their identical faces pressed together as they kissed, swapping my unseen jizz.

Being dead and in Hell was turning out to fucking amazing. I turned around, surveying the lesbo orgy my harem indulged in and grinned. It was a delicious sight. Women were gasping and moaning and loving each other.

Who should I fuck next? I would enjoy every one of them today. Then we could figure out what to do next.

* * *

Ursula Ayers-Sargent – The Abyss

I crept through the edge of the Bony Forest. It may not have been the most original name for the terrifying, skeletal forest we had appeared in, but the Ghost may not be the most creative person. His talents lay in other directions.

My pussy appreciated those talents.

My wife, Marybeth, crept beside me, my daughter on the other side. It was fun being invisible. It was the Ghost’s power, and he could share it with us. We were naked, leaving behind our cheerleading uniforms as we scouted. We had to make sure there were no growing threats on the borders of our little corner of Hell.

In the last few months—well, I think we had been in Hell for a few months; time worked weirdly here—the Ghost had expanded his dominion over the Bony Forest. We had driven all the ape-demons not under the Ghost’s control out of it, leaving the outer perimeter unchanged to keep from attracting attention.

We surveyed what lay beyond the forest. A vast blasted plain of sulfur stretched to the horizon. Vast hordes of demons, many looking like twisted lions, marched across it, dragging hosts of chained, tormented humans. This was new. Worry nibbled at my stomach. Something was happening that may threaten our new home. One of the greater demons—perhaps Lucifer, Dagon, or Astarte—was gathering their minions.

Were they planning on attacking us, or one of their rivals?

“We should capture one of the stragglers,” Marybeth whispered.

“That sound’s dangerous,” Gabriella added.

“I know.” Marybeth giggled. “Look, that one demon dragging the chained women who’s laggin’ behind the rest. We could take him, free the women, and retreat back into the woods without the rest of the horde knowin’.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, my stomach clenching.

Marybeth’s hand found my body, giving me tit a squeeze like she meant to grab my hand. “We’re doin’ it. Back me up.”

“Marybeth,” I hissed as the brush rustled, and she slipped out onto the plain. “Gosh, darn it.”

“Momma?” Gabriella whispered.

“Okay, baby girl, let’s go save Momma-Marybeth from herself.”

The demon straggler was a tall, spindly thing, his body almost bone, his skin stretched taut over sharp angles. The women would be his harem, souls of the recently deceased condemned to Hell and gathered up by the creature. They all looked miserable, trudging behind, their bodies cut by the small, cruel horns and hooks that protruded from the demon’s body.

I carefully studied the ground, watching the poofs of dust raised by Marybeth’s passing. She circled to the right of the demon and his prisoners, so I led my daughter to the left, my heart thudding in my chest. I flexed my fingers, ready to summon my green sword.

“Lioness!” Marybeth screeched, her emerald blade flashing into being.

The demon let out a roar of surprise as my wife darted in for the attack. He swatted with a long arm, his clawed fingers hissing at Marybeth’s invisible body. My wife lifted her sword, catching the hand. The demon’s strength threw her back.

I tracked her progress by the sword, moving seemingly on its one. She flipped once in the air and landed in a poof of yellow dust. She bellowed as she rose and charged back in. My daughter and I were behind the demon, creeping closer as Marybeth provided the distraction.

“Do you know who I am?” bellowed the demon.

“Nope!” Marybeth said with contempt.

“I am Horemheb! Lord of Flesh and Master of Carnage.”

Marybeth snorted in laughter. “You have six women. You’re not lord of much.”

“And who do you serve?” roared Horemheb. “Which Master will I steal you from?”

“The Ghost of Paris!” Marybeth roared, dodging his next swing.

Gabriella and I crept within ten feet of the demon. My heart pounded as I waited for the right moment. For the demon to commit to the attack and…

“Now,” I whispered.

My sword flashed into being a heartbeat before my daughter summoned hers. We both swung as we crossed the distance in two steps, our blades slicing through Horemheb’s knees, hacking his legs in half above the knees. He bellowed in pain and slammed into the ground. Yellow dust burst around him, feeling the air with the reek of brimstone. His claws gripped the sulfurous plain, pulling himself along the yellow dust.

“Cunts!” he snarled, glaring over his shoulder at us, his horned face contorting in pain.

“That’s my wife and step-daughter!” Marybeth screamed, her sword severing through the demon’s right arm.

“We’re the Ghost’s cunts,” I snarled and severed his left arm near the shoulder, leaving him to writhe like a worm in the sulfurous dust.

I dropped my invisibility and surveyed the cowering, chained women and their wounded bodies. They hadn’t been in Hell for longer than a decade or two, still possessing their personalities. Hope dawned in their eyes when they looked at my youthful, naked body.

“Are you freeing us?” one woman asked, her eyes growing moist with tears. She reached out with ebony hands to grab me.

“From Horemheb,” I smiled. “You’re going to serve a new master.”

The hope died in her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I groaned, guilt sweeping through me. “I reckon he’s better than most in Hell.” Part of me wanted to let them go, but they would be power for the Ghost. They’d be our slaves, their bodies given to the ape-demons to satisfy their bestial urges. It sucked, but at least the Ghost would keep them from being tortured. The ape-demons wouldn’t hurt them.

Besides, a bunch of the captured women had come to enjoy the thick cocks and hungry passion of the ape-demons.

I seized their chain, ripping them from Horemheb’s soul to mine, then passed their connection off to my lord. “You serve the Ghost of Paris now.”

I staggered as the power flowed through me and back to the Ghost. The chains vanished. They weren’t needed, merely an affectation of the demon. Horemheb was just an asshole who liked to drag his women behind him.

The women had to obey the Ghost and thus me.

“Okay, ladies,” Marybeth clapped. “We’re hauling dumbass here back to the Ghost. So each of you grab a severed stump and let’s get to draggin’.”

“He’s gonna suffer,” I promised them. “You can inflict any harm you want to him as we go.”

Hungry glee spread on their lips. Hell corrupted us all, I guessed.

* * *

The Ghost of Paris

I gazed down at the writhing demon Marybeth and Ursula had dragged back from their patrol. The women they’d claimed for me were dispersed to one of the outlying cabins. My women had been busy while we were here. They’d “built” our cabin within a week. Focusing your desires accomplished a lot in Hell. Other cabins were erected for the other servants. A few men who served as guards, and women we’d rescued from the harems of demons.

When men arrived in Hell, they were almost instantly yoked into armies to fight other demons, often getting mutilated within a few years. Their dismembered bodies were left strewn across the plains to suffer for eternity. The women, however, spent decades serving in one demon or another’s harem, cruelly used by their masters until they were driven mad and became monsters themselves.

We’d liberated a few women and claimed them as slaves. They had to pleasure the ape-demons, but I kept those beasts from hurting them. Many of the women enjoyed it. A few were given to the men that served me, becoming wives and concubines, the men forming their own mini-harems.

“If you don’t want my women to cut your flesh off bit by bit, I’d start talkin’,” I said to the limbless demon. “They can be mighty cruel.”

“Yes, we can,” purred Deidre. She lounged beside me dressed in transparent silks, highlighting her delightful curves. She was the chief concubine. Not necessarily my favorite, but the one who was best at organizing all my sluts. “The Lionesses have sharp claws, and they’re eager to try them out.”

The cheerleaders all wickedly giggled. Hell was changing them. Changing all of us. Cruelty to others came easier and easier. When we first arrived, none of these cheerleaders would have been eager to torture this demon. I imagined in a few thousand years, they would have lion-like claws.

Part of me was eager for the torture to begin. There was power to be garnered in inflicting pain and agony. Lust generated its own energy, and I preferred that, but we could glut on the power this demon held, slowly bleeding it out of him over the next century while he howled and screamed.

“If you cooperate and swear loyalty to me,” I continued. “Well, I reckon we won’t need them knives, now will we?”

“No, great lord,” groveled the demon, his body parts writhing on the floor.

“Oh, no.” Latonya sighed. “Don’t be so eager to miss out on your pain.”

“Please, spare me from your servant’s wrath, Great Lord,” Horemheb pleaded. “I will serve. I will be loyal.”

“Then tell me what I want to know. Be quick about it. I got the patience of a coonhound lookin’ at the Christmas turkey. I’m just lickin’ my chops while my stomach rumbles.”

“I serve Astarte,” the demon said, spilling out his words. “She’s gathering her forces. Something is about to happen. All the Great Powers are marshaling their armies.”

“Why? Are they movin’ against me?”

“No, Great Lord. You and your beautiful servants have passed unnoticed to my Mistress. She has her eyes fixed up there.”

“Up where?” I frowned.

“The mortal world. They’re planning on escaping the Abyss. To conquer the world.”

I laughed hard. “Good riddance. Let those varmints be Mark’s problem. The bastard deserves it for spoilin’ all our fun. Right, ladies?”

“Absolutely,” Mindy said. She lounged on a pillow nearby, her half-naked body glistening with oils. “We weren’t harmin’ no one.”

“You could join up, Great Lord,” Horemheb added. “Astarte would welcome your forces. You could win your freedom from the Abyss and rule territory under her heavenly beauty.”

“Naw,” I shrugged. “I like it here. Got me my women. What more do I need?”

“Power, Lord. You could always use more power.”

I shrugged. I considered him. “Well, Horemheb, you answered freely. Do I got your oath of fealty, or do I get to let my sweet Lionesses sharpen their claws on your hide?”

“You have it, Lord. I’m yours!” A chain snapped between us; his power swelled through me. I healed his wounds, his arms and legs sprouting again. He rose, a smile crossing his demonic face. “Thank you, Great Lord.”

“And don’t be thinkin’ you get your womenfolk back,” the Ghost added. “You want a harem, you gotta prove yourself. And get rid of those silly hooks covering your body. You were a fuckin’ man once; try ‘n remember that.”

“I… yes, Lord Ghost,” he breathed. His body rippled and a dusky-skinned man, like an Egyptian, stood before me. “Thank you for your mercy, Lord.”

I shrugged. I needed every soldier and soul to protect my women. “You can leave.”

He fled.

“Well handled,” Deidre purred in my ear.

“We should be ready,” the Ghost said. “If’n he was tellin’ the truth, there is ’bout to be one helluva change comin’ to Hell.”

“I have a few ideas,” Deidre smiled. “Why don’t you gather the Cult, and we’ll retire to the bedroom for a few days to explore all of my ideas.”

My cock hardened. “Sweetness, you always got the best ideas.”

I didn’t know what would come, but me and my women would weather it. There was nothing my Cult couldn’t overcome.

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