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Chapter Three

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

A week after the attack, I was returning to my high school. It felt like the right amount of time to “recover” from the “trauma” of the attack. I had refused to give any interviews, letting the rumors buzz about me. I didn’t want people to think I was craving the spotlight, but it would get my name out there.

I would start by running for local office. Mayor of Tacoma, Governor of Washington State, then the President of the United States. That was two decades off at least. I had to be thirty-five to run for that office.

I arrived at the school in Sable’s limo, of course. Moira, Susannah, and Sable herself were in the back along with two of the cops, Officer Mindy and Officer Linda. They were wearing tight-fitting, white blouses with gray blazers and matching pants that hugged them like second skins. Their cameltoes were on display as were their nipples. They had their guns and sunglasses, of course. They looked sexy and dangerous.

Ms. Denise, the sexy chauffeur, opened the door. I nodded to the blonde before helping Susannah out. She clung to my arm the way a girlfriend should. Moira and Sable were holding hands to sell their relationship.

Sable still hated it. I could see it in her eyes while Moira smirked in delight.

Two uniformed sheriff deputies were standing out before the door as “additional security” because of recent events. Of course, they were mine. Deputies Tammy and Hannah glanced at me, smiles almost playing on their lips.

Students were glancing at me, whispering. I nodded to them. A few of the girls offered platitudes. “I can’t believe he would do that,” and, “He seemed so nice,” and, “We’re all so glad you and your mom are safe,” and, “You were so brave!”

The girls who said that had hot and dewy eyes. I just smiled at them but didn’t engage. I was supposed to be a good family man. Not a player. The girls who said things like, “He seemed so nice,” had different expressions. Wistful ones. They were the girls Charles had used his power to fuck.

They were still charmed. They were lucky not to dead like that poor housewife.

Everyone was talking about it. Charles’s arraignment was coming up. He had to be dealt with. He was in prison, though. And that meant finding someone to deal with him. Part of me wanted to just let him be, but he was still a threat.

Sable fell in on my other side after saying goodbye to Moira. “If we’re going to fight cult with cult, I think Mrs. Fillmore is the perfect place to start.”

My dick lurched. She was a foxy teacher.

“You think she’s amendable?” I asked as Susannah cut off a pair of girls coming over to give condolences. She was chatting with them, bright and peppy. She knew what she was doing.

“Oh, yes.” Sable winked at me. “How do you think I got an A? I’ve trained her well. She’s learned how to find girls who are… vulnerable. She recruits them for her church, but she is a whore at heart.”

“That’s perfect,” said Nisha. “Good cover. They are looking for religion to fill the hole in their hearts. You can be the one to fill it.”

“Church is good,” I said. “A group of faithful church girls. They can find good men to marry.”
“Very nice.” My thought form smiled. “Build both a power base and a political base that will support your family values stance.”

“And for you to cuck,” Sable added, winking at me. “Cult leaders always cuck their male followers. They’ll encourage their wives to be yours thinking your special.”

“Oh, yes, you’ll want them devoted to you, the men as well as the women. A cult will be very useful.”

A cult… It could help. I wanted to change this world and break it from the demonic elements that gripped it. The dark powers that ruled the true rulers of Earth. Not the president or congress or a dictator. The ones with old money that stretched back thousands of years. The puppeteers. Like Charles’s father.

I hated that I had already drawn the elite’s eyes. I had to step up my game.

“Arrange us to meet at lunch,” I said before heading over to Susannah. The girls she talked to were all smiling and gushing at how brave I was. I put my arm around Susannah, showing them I was taken.

That just made their eyes hotter.

Susannah and I headed to Mr. Harrison’s English class. I drew more attention. Some of the guys were slapping me on the back, talking about how cool I was. How I kicked Charles’s ass. He was not popular. One guy looked particularly savage. His girlfriend was one that had slipped into the restroom with Charles.

Well, they had broken up.

“Shame you didn’t put a bullet in his head,” that guy said.

“Of course, he didn’t,” said Susannah. “That’s what a savage does. Not a man. A man has restraint. A man doesn’t have to worry about his woman when he’s not around, either.”

Bill went red in the face and marched off.

“Oh, Lord, that was mean of me,” Susannah said. “He just angered me.”

“Okay, okay, let’s settle down,” said Mr. Harrison. “We’re all glad Zach’s back, but sit down.”

English passed and Math was pretty similar only I didn’t have Susannah with me. She was off in PE with Sable and Moira. Hopefully, those three weren’t getting up to any lesbian shenanigans and exposing Susannah’s bisexual desire.

I didn’t trust Moira not to do something.

Civics reunited me with Susannah smelling soap after her shower. She gave me a chaste kiss on the lips before sitting down beside me. It was a boring class even with Mr. Fredrickson using Charles as an example to talk about how the judicial system worked.

“What do you think’s for lunch?” asked Susannah.

“Something good,” I said. “I have to take care of something.”

“What you and Sable were talking about?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “I don’t think you should be present. I don’t want people thinking we’re sneaking off to do things.”

“Of course.” She kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

She brushed her hand over my cock subtlety as she passed. I shuddered. I would have to tell her how it went. I stepped out into the hallway and noticed Deputy Hannah casually leaning against the wall down the hallway. She didn’t acknowledge me as I passed her on the way to Mrs. Fillmore’s class.

I reached the classroom and noticed Deputy Hannah casually moving after. We would have our own guard to make sure we weren’t disturbed. Sable was good at her job. I was glad I recruited her. Glad she was one of the women I needed.

I opened the door to find Sable and Moira already in there. Sable had removed her top to reveal she had a corset on that lifted her breasts into two lush mounds. Her nipples thrust out hard and pink. She wore her red hair in a ponytail that made her look more authoritative as she wore her thigh-high leather boots and nothing else. She had lost her skirt, her shaved pussy on display. She slapped a riding crop in her hand.

Mrs. Fillmore was down to the slip she wore beneath her conservative dress. The MILF was a smoky fox that I had fantasies about. I never thought the married woman was one of Sable’s lesbian slaves. She did love turning married women into her pussy-loving slaves. Her mother. Her maid.

“Did I tell you to stop stripping, slut?” snarled Sable. Her riding crop slapped into her hand. “Zach’s supposed to be here. You’re going to learn to worship him!”

“What?” gasped Mrs. Fillmore, her brown hair spilling around her lush face. “No, no, he’s a man. I…”

“Thought you were a dyke-slut?” demanded Sable. “A lesbian hiding behind the guise of a loving and faithful church wife? You’re my slave. You serve whom I serve. That is my master. That is your new god. He has come to change the world with an angel at his shoulder.”

Moira whispered something and light glowed from where Nisha hovered near me. Nisha moved from it revealing it was just a coincidence. Moira didn’t know where or even that Nisha existed. The shape of a woman appeared, glowing wings, a halo, naked and beautiful.

“Nisha, the angel,” purred Moira. “She’s always at Zach’s side. He is chosen by God to change the world.”

“Lord,” gasped the MILF as she dropped to her knees, her breasts jiggling beneath her slip. She stared at the apparition of the “angel.”

“That was why I was sent to seduce you,” Sable said. “To prepare you to serve your true master. The chosen one. He is going to save this world. Now get naked, slut.”

“He is blessed,” the angel said in a choral tone, Moira’s lips miming the words. She was perched behind the MILF who had no idea she was being deceived. The angel slid her arms around me. I felt a tingle of warmth. “The Lord has blessed him. He is my lover.”

The angel kissed me. I shuddered as I felt lips on mine. Moira’s lips. She was kissing me through the spell. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I made out with Angel Moira, my dick so hard. Then the angel vanished and I was alone.

“Now strip!” Sable barked.

“Yes, Mistress!” the church wife moaned. She rose to rip off her slip. She had a black bra and panties on beneath, her big boobs bouncing. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She freed her big tits. “I’m ready to serve him, Lord! I am! I will obey your message through your Holy Angel.”

“Nisha has delivered the Holy Word,” Moira shouted like a Southern Baptist preacher. “Hallelujah!”

“There is a special place in hell for false teachers,” said Moira. “For false shepherds.”
It was to save the wold.

Mrs. Fillmore pushed down her panties. She had a thick, brown bush that dripped in her juices. I loved the sight. She knelt before me, her eyes wide. Sable moved behind her sex slave, her green eyes burning hot.

“Pull out his cock, slave,” Sable hissed. “The worship of our Lord, of Zach, is like nothing else. You will enjoy it beyond anything.”

“Yes,” Moira moaned. “My brother is special. You will spread the word. To your husband. Your daughter. Those girls you recruit to your church and who eat your pussy in the back of the church.”
“You know about that?” gasped Mrs. Fillmore.

Sable rolled her eyes. “The Lord sees all. He told us, through the angel Nisha. She has appeared before others. Susannah Augustine.”

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Fillmore moaned and attacked my slacks.

I loosened my tie. I always wore a suit to high school. I took it off and unbuttoned my shirt as she opened my fly. My gray pants fell down my legs. she yanked down my boxers as I removed my shirt. I stood basically naked before her.

She stared up at me and rubbed her hands over my body. I had spent a good deal of time in Sable’s private gym. Her parents were rich. It was good to be working out again. I had gotten lazy thanks to all the women in my life.

But I had to stay fit.

She gripped my cock. “I… I… I’ve never blown a man before.”

CRACK!

She gasped as the riding crop smacked across both her butt-cheeks leaving a bright, red welt. “You’re a slut,” hissed Sable. “Figure it out!”

“Right,” whimpered Mrs. Fillmore.

“I am going to give you pleasure,” I said as she slid her lips over my cock and suckled on me.
My sister hopped off the desk and started clearing a space. She pulled out a marker and worked on her magic circle as the married teacher nursed on me. She suckled like it was a popsicle. She nursed on me. I groaned as she did that. Such delight swept through me as she blew me.

CRACK!

“Bob your head, slut!” Sable hissed. “Work those lips down Lord Zach’s cock. This is your savior. Your prophet. You will suckle on him. The Lord chose him. God! You heard that angel! Put your all into it!”

CRACK!

The married woman squealed around my dick and started bobbing her head. She worked her lips up and down my cock. It was so hot having to do that. I groaned, savoring every moment of the blowjob. I would have a huge climax.

She swirled her tongue around my cock. I shuddered at the heat building and building at the tip. I slid my fingers through her brown hair. I growled out my pleasure as the hot wife blew me. Sable watched, her pussy dripping with excitement.

CRACK!

“That’s it, whore!” she hissed. “You’re my dyke-slut and his married-whore! You will please him when he wants.”

CRACK!

I loved how the naughty woman squealed around my cock each time she was whipped by Sable. My sexy dominatrix’s breasts quivered every time she drew back the riding crop. Bright, red stripes glowed on Mrs. Fillmore’s ass.

My dick throbbed as the pressure grew in my nuts. I hurtled toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of cum. It would explode out of me. I groaned as she suckled on me with force. She nursed on me with all that she had, desperate to make me cum.

“That’s it,” I growled. “I will save the world with your help, Mrs. Fillmore!”
She moaned around my cock, her eyes glossy with delight. She suckled hard on my cock.

CRACK!

“That is right!” hissed Sable. “You are going to help Lord Zach save this world from the demonic forces! You think he was attacked by chance? Charles is a demon worshiper! You’ve heard what he’s accused of!”

CRACK!

The MILF moaned around my cock, suckling hard. She had a hot mouth. Her wedding ring sparkled as he pumped her hand up and down the base of my cock. I loved the feel of her nursing on me with all her might.
Her tongue danced aroun

d my cock. She drove me wild. I quivered in delight, my face twisting with the passion of this moment. It was just amazing to have her working her mouth up and down me like that. I groaned, rising toward my climax.

CRACK!

“So worship him!” hissed Sable.

She did. She worshiped me. She suckled so hard, her ass blazing hot. I loved it so much. Moira caped her marker, her circle drawn. She winked at me. I groaned as the heat swelled through me. The pressure in my nuts burst.

I climaxed.

My cum spurted into Mrs. Fillmore’s mouth. She gulped down my cum. She swallowed it all with her wanton passion. I erupted again and again, the pleasure slamming through me. I gripped the back of her head.

I flooded the MILF’s mouth with my jizz. She swallowed my cum as fast as I could release it. The heat swept through me. It was such a wondrous moment. I was so glad for all this pleasure to rush through me. It felt amazing.

“Damn!” I groaned.

She whimpered as she swallowed it all and kept suckling. Her eyes stared up at me with feverish heat. Nisha nodded as she watched, her hands rubbing at her pussy. My thought form looked so horny. I winked at my “angel.”

“She is ready to serve, Nisha,” I told her.

“Oh, she is,” she agreed. “Fuck her in the circle. In the ass. I see what Moira wants. She wants to have a profane ceremony. She wants you to fuck her in the pussy with your dirty dick.”

“Isn’t she worried about…?”

Nisha shook her head. “Magic.”

I smiled and pulled my cock out of Mrs. Fillmore’s mouth. “I want you kneeling over there in the circle. I am going to fuck your ass and make you mine!”

“Yes, Lord,” she moaned, her eyes burning with lust.

Moira whispered something as she rubbed at her pussy. She had gotten naked in a flash. She dripped her juices on the circle. She always had new ways to do things. She winked at me as the circle flared hot.

I didn’t like using demonic powers to fight the demons, but they were mercenaries—whores. They would give their favors to whoever paid for them, even their enemy. Even the man who would destroy them.

Or at least close this world off from them.

Mrs. Fillmore crawled before me to the circle, her plump ass jiggling. Pussy cream ran in hot rivulets down her thighs. She was so horny. So ready to be mine. I grinned from ear to ear as I moved in behind her.

I dropped to my knees as the circle glowed around us. Nisha appeared in the middle. Right before the MILF. Only this time, it was Moira in disguise. She had done this with Susannah to seduce her. My angel-sister grabbed the MILF’s head and yanked her face into the pussy I bred.

“That’s my holy pussy,” moaned “Nisha the Angel.” “Feast upon it while the Lord’s champion and prophet binds you to him with his seed.”

“Yes, angel!” moaned the MILF. She started licking. My sister’s illusory wings flared wide.

They were delicious to see.

I loved it as I dropped to my knees and pressed my cock into the MILF’s butt-crack. I pushed and pushed against her anal ring. I loved feeling her sphincter stretching and stretching to take me. She whimpered into my sister’s “angelic” pussy.

I groaned, the hot wife’s asshole stretching. Sable masturbated, watching with hot eyes as her sex slave’s backdoor opened wide and swallowed my dick. I sank into the married woman’s bowels, enjoying cuckolding her husband.

“Yes!” I roared. “The Lord has willed this!”

“Amen!” squealed “Nisha the Angel.” “Oh, Mrs. Fillmore, blessed are you to be Lord Zach’s whore!”

“Blessed!” whimpered the MILF, the circle glowing brighter and brighter.

“Worship him,” my “angelic” sister moaned, her voice sounding like bells ringing. “Worship him and love him. Give yourself to him, heart and soul!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” the MILF moaned, the circle shining so bright.

My sister winked at me with turquoise eyes. She shuddered, her breasts much bigger in this illusory form. She ground her cunt on the MILF’s mouth as I sank to the hilt in the woman’s asshole. Her tight bowels engulfed my dick with her velvety sheath.

I drew back, savoring that tight massage around my cock. Her bowels gripped me. Her welted butt-cheeks clenched as she moaned into my sister’s pussy. I buried back into the MILF’s asshole, my crotch spanking into her ass.

“Do you feel his majesty?” demanded “Nisha the Angel”.

“Yes!” squealed the MILF as I pumped away at her asshole. The circle shone so bright it dazzled the eyes. “I feel the Majesty of his Rod. He is yours, Lord! Your prophet. Your servant. I will serve him and his majestic prowess!”

My sister threw back her head, shuddering. I knew that the binding ritual was one of faith. One that needed her to worship me. This was different from how we bound the cops. I loved it. This was how we made a cult.

“You shall be his priestess,” whimpered “Nisha the Angel”. “Keep licking my cunt so I may anoint you as his High Priestess. You shall lead the men and women, your husband and daughter, the sluts you diddle in church, their boyfriends, all of them to the Lord’s chosen prophet!”

“I shall!” gasped the MILF, her asshole clenching down tight to my cock.

“Then make me cum so I may bathe you in my angelic passion!” gasped my sister, her illusory tits bouncing. Her golden hair danced around her face, and her white wings flapped.

I fucked deep and hard into the MILF’s asshole. I pounded her with force, burying into her again. I loved it. I fucked her with all that I had. It was just a delicious treat to have her tight asshole around my dick.

She squeezed down on me, moaning louder. My nuts slapped into her taint brimming with the cum I would flood her with. I would pump her anal sheath full of my jizz. I loved this so much. I plowed into her with all that I had.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her anal sheath clenching down on me. She held me tight. “Oh, Lord, that’s it!”

“It is!” I groaned and slammed to the hilt in her.

Her butt-cheeks jiggled. I loved it. I loved how they rippled from the impact. Her anal sheath convulsed around me. She squealed into the “angel’s” pussy. Moira gasped out in peals of choral delight, her body arching.

“The Lord has blessed you!” gasped my sister. “Lady Sophia has anointed you!”

My sister climaxed, her passion echoing through the room. I loved hearing it as I buried to the hilt in the MILF’s spasming asshole. The circle glowed so bright around us. The pressure in my nuts burst. I erupted.

I spurted my cum into her anal sheath, the magic glowing around us. She squealed out into the “angel’s” pussy, her asshole spasming around my cock. The pleasure shot through me. It was just an incredible moment to have all this rapture sweeping through me.

I groaned as I fired into her asshole again and again. My nuts emptied every drop I had into the teacher’s asshole. The “angel” moaned, her wings flapping. She flicked her lips as she anointed the teacher in pussy cream.

“Oh, we’re almost ready!” moaned “Nisha the Angel.” “I just need for our prophet to fill me with his seed while I like his cum out of your asshole! Then you’ll be his because you’re faithful to him!”

“I am!” gasped Mrs. Fillmore.

The light blazed around us.

Chapter Four

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

It was hard to see anything as I pulled my cock out of Mrs. Fillmore’s asshole. “Nisha the Angel” winked at me as she slid before me. I stepped back to the edge of the circle to give my sister room to kneel, her skin alabaster white, her wings flapping.

She parted the teacher’s butt-cheeks and buried her face between them.

“Nisha!” gasped the teacher. “Oh, my, you’re swirling your tongue around me! I make my disciples do that to me!”

“I taught her,” Sable purred. “She’s such a good ass-licker.”

“I bet,” I growled and brought my dirty dick to my sister’s pussy. The real Nisha was right about her intentions. There had to be a reason for the anal and the ass to pussy for binding faith, I just didn’t get it. I didn’t need to.

I thrust my dirty dick into my twin sister’s pussy. Her hot cunt clenched down on me. She held me tight with her hot flesh. I groaned at that wonderful embrace. It felt so wicked. A wave of heat shot through me as she buffed me clean.

The “angel’s” illusory wings flapped as I gripped her hips. I held my sister, her pussy so familiar. I loved being in her. I drew back my cock. She clamped her cunt down on me. She held me tight with that hot snatch.

I buried back into her.

I fucked to the hilt in my sister’s hot snatch. She buffed me clean with her delicious flesh. I loved it. I reveled in being in her. I plunged over and over into her cunt, grunting with each thrust. It was a beautiful moment to fuck her.

I groaned, thrusting into her cunt with force I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed into her with such delight. It was glorious. She clamped her cunt down on my cock. She held me tight with her juicy flesh. I loved it.

I fucked her again and again. I pounded her with all that I had, the pressure in my nuts growing and growing with each thrust into her pussy. My sister whimpered into the teacher’ asshole. Moira must be scooping out all my cum.

The naughty slut.

I fucked her cunt hard and fast, my nuts slapping into her taint. The sound echoed through the room and mixed with the teacher’s gasps and my sister’s moans. The pressure built at the tip of my dick as my sister buffed me clean.

“Fuck, Nisha,” I groaned. “Your heavenly pussy is purifying my dick after fucking my High Priestess.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, I’m sanctifying her asshole!” moaned “Nisha the Angel”. “Every man who fucks her asshole shall be blessed as shall ever woman who rims her!”

“Praise the Lord!” Mrs. Fillmore moaned, her head tossing. “Yes, yes, I’ll let all your followers fuck my holy ass, Zach! You are my Prophet!”

The light hummed around us, the spell building toward its climax with us.

My nuts tightened as I buried to the hilt in my sister’s juicy cunt. She gripped me with her silky flesh. I rose toward my climax. I hurtled closer and closer to it. I groaned as I fucked her hard and fast. She wiggled her hips, stirring her cunt around me. It was magnificent.

“Yes!” I groaned, hurtling toward that moment of climax.

“That’s it!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good. You’re making me feel so good!”

“Damn straight,” I growled and fucked her twat hard and fast. I buried into her juicy cunt with all that I had. “Fuck!”

“Oh, oh, your tongue is amazing in my asshole, Nisha!” gasped Mrs. Fillmore. “I’m going to cum so hard!”

“You better!” my sister moaned. Her “angelic” wings flapped.

The pressure built and built at the tip of my cock as I rushed for that bursting point. I was so glad about it. I just wanted to explode into her asshole. My nuts tightened as I churned her up. She fingered the teacher’s cunt and devoured her asshole.

“All that yummy cum,” whimpered “Nisha the Angel.” “Ooh, that’s the good stuff. Yes, yes, let me get every drop!”

The teacher gasped. Moira must have her “holy” tongue so deep into her asshole. It was just a wild sight as I fucked her anal sheath hard and fast. I loved burying into her with everything that I had. She clamped her cunt down on me.

Mrs. Fillmore cried out in rapture. The circle hummed so loud. This was it. I buried into my sister’s cunt. She squealed out her orgasmic delight. Her cunt writhed around me. The feel of her flesh spasming around me sent me over the edge.

I erupted.

My cum and my sexual energy flooded my pregnant twin sister’s pussy. The light exploded.

“In Sophia, Goddess of Wisdom, I bind you to your new Master. To your new Prophet. To Zach. You shall be his High Priestess and lead the sheep to their new shepherd!”

“I shall!” squealed Mrs. Fillmore as I filled my sister’s twat with my jizz and my power. It surged out, collaring another woman to me. “Oh, my Prophet! I am yours! Yours!”

The spell was completed.

The circle died.

I groaned, pumping the last of my cum into my sister’s pussy. She didn’t even look like an angel any longer. Did it matter? Mrs. Fillmore was bound to me. She swore herself to me. She would be my High Priestess and recruit my own cult of followers. She would spread out and build me the power base I would use to thrust myself onto the world stage.

My sister pulled off me and crawled to the side as Mrs. Fillmore panted. I moved around before her, my cock bobbing. She looked up at me, her face flushed. Her brown hair mussed. She stared at me with such worship in her eyes.

“Who do you worship?” I asked.

“You,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Prophet. Yours.”

“Find them. The troubled ones. The vulnerable ones. Start with your husband and daughter. Chain them from me then move to those church girls you diddle. Look for them. Make them mine. Use them to recruit the lost young man. Pair them. Girl to boy. Let them build relationships with me at the heart.”
“Yes, Lord,” she groaned.

“Oh, yes, you shall burn in Hell for this,” Nisha said.

I nodded. Everything had a price.

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Charles Swartzenburg II

After a week of sitting in my cell alone for twenty-three hours a day, I had done it. I had astral projected.

My soul left my body. A silver cord led back to it. If that was severed, I wouldn’t die, but there would be no spirit in my body. It would be a husk. It could move and eat and breathe and shit. It would still have my memories, my knowledge, but it wouldn’t have the spark that animated it.

I would move on to my eternal reward in Molech’s kingdom in the underworld.

Well, it wouldn’t be a reward if I had displeased him. I had to win back his graces, or my suffering in Hell would be great. I would not rule as one of his dukes in the feudal panoply of the Abyss, I would be one of the slaves ground beneath the heel.

So no pressure.

I was Charles Swartzenburg the Second. I carried the blood of kings and emperors. I would not be stopped by one poor piece of white trash from their trailer park. I wouldn’t be confined to a cell. I was free to go where I wished.

I found a guard sleeping on duty. A fat piece of shit named Bubba Ducain. He was dreaming of strippers. I slipped into them, watching him drool over the beautiful women on stage. They were out of his league, but he burned for them.

I manifested as an Angel of Light.

“Bubba Ducain, listen to the worlds of Gabriel!” I boomed, stealing the name of an archangel. If he had even a smattering of religion, he should know it.

“Fuck me,” Bubba groaned, staring at my angelic form. He raised a hand against the light. “You can angel?”

“I have come seeking a servant.”

I snapped my fingers and sexy women appeared around him. They were naked with big, fake tits. He grinned and pressed them to him. Their boobs rubbed against his face. He rooted back and forth on the dream girls, his mouth finding a nipple.

“They feel real, don’t they?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he groaned as one reached down and found his cock. She stroked it.

“They’ll feel real in here,” I said. “The first for your rewards. Dreams of endless pleasure. Of all the sex and debauchery that can fill your perverse imagination if you serve me.”

“Even ScarJo?” he groaned.

ScarJo? That one baffled me so I read his mind. It was easy enough to do while in his dreams. True clairvoyants, not those frauds on the SyFy channel, could do this. Those who delved into Tarot and Astrology. Witches who mastered Numerology and the casting of sticks.

Scarlet Johansson. I didn’t watch many movies, but I knew of Black Widow.

“I can be yours,” cooed the redheaded Scarlet Johansson in a black bodysuit that zipped down the front. She sauntered toward him, drawing down the zipper, revealing that perfect body. A model before she became a star. She was young. Mid-twenties.

Her breasts popped out as Bubba Ducain groaned and salivated over her.

“I can be yours in here,” purred Scarlet Johansson. “You can do whatever you want to me while you dream. You just have to serve the Archangel Gabriel.”

“I have a holy mission for you,” I said.

“From the Baby Jesus,” the fat fucker gasped.

“Mmm, yes,” purred Scarlet Johansson.

“I’ll do it!” the lust-filled man groaned, selling his soul while thinking he was doing the Lord’s work. If he had a brain, he would know that God did not offer sex. God wanted nothing to do with the material world. It was fallen. Sordid. It wasn’t pure. It was corrupted by his rebellious children and overrun with shedim.

The demonic souls of the dead nephilim.

The Morning Star and a third of the other Stars of Heaven fell from the sky and they had done their work on this world. Bubba Ducain was just another who had fallen to their lies and trickery. The modern world was such a depraved place.

It made working in it so easy.

“Swear on your soul to obey me,” I said as the Archangel Gabriel.

“I swear!” he groaned.

“Then I’m yours, Bubba,” moaned the conjuring of the movie starlet. She dropped to her knees. “Just swear you’ll obey the Archangel and his prophet.” She grabbed his cock and rubbed her cheek against it. “Please, please, swear.”

“I swear!” groaned Bubba. “Just who is the prophet?”

“You’ll know him when he calls you, ‘My son.’ You will obey him. Serve him. If you do, one day the girls of your dreams will be real. Scarlet Johansson and any other whore you want will be your slave.”

It wouldn’t be hard. Scarlet Johansson must have sold her soul to some demon to become a star. She would have given her body to one of the producers of Hollywood and been traded about like a party favor at the Bohemian Grove.

The project swallowed his cock.

“I’ll obey him!” Bubba Ducain swore.

The connection was forged. Oaths sworn in a dream were powerful. Dreams were where the spirit was the strongest. Where it was the most vulnerable. I withdrew from him, not wanting to witness the fat piece of donkey shit rutting.

I didn’t need to know what he planned to do with his dream girls. He would enjoy himself until he awakened. And every time he slept, he would find his dream girls. A form of lucid dreaming. Witches and warlocks could do that. It was one way they dealt with spirits.

I opened my eyes.

Lunch wasn’t for an hour. I was stiff so I stretched. Yoga. Another practice that opened oneself up to the spiritual world. It was useful to help me with astral projection. I felt good when I was done, my stomach eager to be filled.

Bubba brought my food.

A loud bang echoed than the tray slot crashed open. “Food, you little demon worshiper. Shame there’s one woman for you to sacrifice to get your scrawny ass out of there, hey.”

“Yet, my son,” I said.

I heard him freeze, all his fat quivering like jello. He wasn’t even breathing. The tray he was shoving through rattled as his hands shook. I took it from him and set it down. His breathing grew heavy. Wheezing. He was a poor clay to mold, but he was better than nothing.

“Just as the Archangel Gabriel promised, you’ll have her and so many others in the real world,” I said.

“Yes, my Prophet,” groaned the guard. “I’m sorry ’bout what I said. I didn’t know.”

“Don’t act any different,” I said. “Keep going about your duty, but you are chosen, my son. You are special.”

I knew that left him with a huge, shit-eating grin. He whistled as he headed down to the next cell. I shook my head. He was a blind fool, but a useful one. I grabbed my cheap utensil. A spork so flimsy if I tired to stab myself, it would break.

I ate my applesauce and baloney sandwich with a smile on my face. It tasted like fillet mignon and caviar. I had begun my revival. It was just the beginning.

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Sable Newport

“Mistress Sable,” whimpered Judge Alyta Bittal, the blonde and petite woman nuzzling into my shaved pussy. I wore my corset and gloves on my hand as I stood in the middle of her living room. I had swung by to have a chat with her.

“Zach has orders for you, but first,” I purred, grabbing the back of her head, “make me cum.”

“Yes!”

She licked at my cunt with the hunger of a sex slave. I so loved today. Right now, Mrs. Fillmore would be recruiting her husband and daughter, recruiting them into worshiping Zach. I was so glad I had seduced her.

It was exciting turning my lesbian slaves into his whores.

The judge thrust her tongue into me. She was such a powerful woman. She decided the fates of so many every day, and yet here she was on her knees before me, her tongue rooting around in my pussy. I quivered in delight, my eyes rolling back in my head.

She was so good at eating me.

At pleasuring me.

She was eager to drown in my pussy cream. That was always a delicious thing to experience when a woman was focused on making me explode. Her tongue flicked through my folds. She bushed my clit. I groaned at the judge’s sapphic vigor. Her tongue plunged deep into my cunt.

She licked at me with all that she had. My orgasm built and built as she worked her magic with her tongue. The judge feasted on me while her cat watched, purring on the couch. I shuddered, my boobs jiggling.

“Yes,” I groaned. “That’s it, Your Honor! Feast on my cunt!”

“Yes, Mistress!” the judge moaned.

She nibbled on my cuntlips and liked at my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. My head tossed as she pleasured me with all that she had I loved every second of her working my magic. My cunt clenched as I rose toward that wonderful climax.

I would drown her.

Soak her lips in my cream.

“You’re eager for your reward, aren’t you?” I cooed.

“Yes, Mistress!” the judge moaned.

Her Honor plunged her tongue back into my cunt again. She swept around in me. It was a delicious treat to do this. I loved every second of it. Just every last moment of her flicking around in me. My face contorted with delight. It was a magical moment.

I shuddered as the pleasure built and built in me. I groaned as I rose toward my climax. It was such a magical moment. She nibbled on my clit. Her tongue danced over it. She knew what she was doing to me.

“Your Honor!” I gasped.

“Mistress Sable!”v

“Do you love being owned?”

“I do!”

She nibbled on my clit. My body bucked with the delight of this moment. I whimpered, my orgasm swelling in me. I hurtled toward that powerful moment of climaxing. I wanted to experience it more than anything else right now.

My sex slave danced her tongue around my clit. My face contorted with delight. She would make sure that Charles died. Just the rush that I was here plotting his death sweetened this. My orgasm swelled, the pleasure heightening.

“You’re my tool!”

“Yes, Mistress!” the judge moaned. “Yours and Master’s!”

“That’s right!” I gasped. I was Zach’s tool. One of his most important. I would seat at his right hand as we dominated the world. I shuddered, craving that day. “You are our tool. Our instrument. Yes, yes, you will serve!”

“Serve!”

She suckled so hard on my clit. I gasped as my orgasm nearly burst through me. I hurtled toward that moment, Judge Bittal nibbling on my clit. The pleasure swelled in me. I quivered as she tongued my sensitive bud.

“Judge Bittal!” I gasped. “You wicked slut!”

“I am!” she cried out as I climaxed.

My pussy cream gushed out of her pussy. It was just a wonderful moment. Stars flashed across my vision as I ground my cunt on her face. She gripped my ass, pulling my labia tight against her mouth. I quivered through my orgasm, gasping out with such ecstasy.

Her tongue flicked through my folds. She devoured me with all that she had as the waves of rapture swept through me. I groaned, my boobs jiggling in my corset. It was just glorious. Wondrous. I loved every second of this heat sweeping through me.

Stars flashed across my vision.

“Mistress Sable,” the judge moaned, rubbing her face into my cunt.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned. “You delicious slave. You’re such a good pet!”

“Thank you!”

I stroked through her blonde hair as my orgasm crested in me. I panted as the pleasure swept through my body. A wave of heat rushed through me. I quivered in delight, my heart pounding in my chest. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Mmm,” I purred, “the arraignment is tomorrow.”

“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “I made sure that he got a public defender. A skilled one but a man. I’ll hinder. I promise.”

“Good, good,” I said. “There’s another prisoner. Alonzo Cortez. He’s being arraigned for attempted murder.”

“Okay,” she said.

“He was picked up by one of our cops,” I added. “Make sure that’s placed on the same cell block as Charles. Schedule them both to have hearings at the same day so they’ll have to be transported back to the courthouse. He’ll do the rest.”

“I’ll do that,” she moaned. “I won’t fail Master. I won’t.”

I cupped her face and leaned over. “I know.”

I kissed her on the mouth, tasting my pussy as she quivered in rapture.

“Now, lick my asshole. I want to feel that tongue deep in me, Your Honor.”

I turned around and smiled. Zach wasn’t an idiot. He knew Charles had to die. He left it in my hands to arrange. The pierce county deputies housed inmates in their jail while they were on trial. They handled the transportation. It was so simple. Moira hardly had to work to enchant Alonzo over the weekend. Then he just had to be “arrested.”

He was a bad, bad man. He would spend his life in prison for killing Charles, but he deserved to for what he had done. It was justice.

I groaned as the judge’s tongue wiggled into my asshole. I savored my reward.

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