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Chapter Nine

Moira Black

I finished my work enchanting the church I made a giant magic circle to power the faith using the preacher’s seed, since it was his church. His wife, the slutty Mrs. Augustine, jerked him off in all four corners of the building.

Mr. Augustine panted, his face flushed from the exertion. I carefully wiped my finger off on a napkin, cleansing off the cum I had to touch to smear through the magical circles. Mrs. Augustine watched, a wicked smile on her lips.

“All done?” she asked. “I’m not sure my husband has any more jizz in the tank. He’s not Zach.”

“No, he’s not,” I purred. “But I am all done.”

“Good, good, it’s more than he’s cum at any one time.” She giggled. “That last one eruption had so little cum. I was worried.”

“More than enough, Mrs. Augustine,” I said and slapped her naked ass. “Get dressed. We don’t want to scare off the converts before they’ve heard the good word.”

“No, we do not,” she purred, winking at me.

This would be a wild night. The foundation of my brother’s power would begin in earnest. The cult that would follow him thinking he was a Christian prophet. I wanted to burst out in giggles at all the naughty things we would lead the blind sheep into doing.

Just so many wicked, wicked deeds.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

The limo pulled up at the church. I had been attending it for as long as I could remember. Ms. Denise opened the door. I stepped out and held out my hand to Susannah. My wife took it, wearing a conservative dress. Pink and beautiful.

Alanna, my newest maid and daughter of my high priestess, stepped out last. She was wearing her uniform. She looked so submissive as she grabbed some supplies from the limo. My sister was waiting outside. Moira definitely looked out of place in her fishnet stockings and her black t-shirt with a laughing skull that had…

A crown of thorns?

“Really?” I asked her, glancing at her shirt. “You’re wearing that to church?”

“Yep,” she said. “I thought it was fitting after what we’re doing.”

“Just stay out of sight until we begin,” I said, motioning her to follow. “You do know, you’re going to have to grow up and abandoned wearing such… flippant things.”

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But until then, I can be a dumb high school student, right?”

I nodded as I headed inside, Alanna holding the door open for me. She smiled at me, such an innocent thing. I had pumped her pussy full of so much cum. I had just flooded her with all that I had. I hoped she would have my baby.

Either way, I owned her. She would be attending me for the rest of her life.

Inside the worship hall, the Augustines awaited with the Fillmores. Mrs. Fillmore wore a dress of light-blue that subtly cupped her large breasts. Her brown hair fell around her face. My High Priestess’s eyes lit up at the sight of her daughter.

“My, my, Alanna, look at you,” she said. “Are you just a sexy piece of ass? Isn’t she, honey?”

“Yeah,” Mr. Fillmore said, his eyes staring at his daughter.

“I’m sure she’ll find time to entertain you both,” I said. “And be proud of her, she’s been quite the servant. My apostle, Sable, has been tutoring her in many arts.”

“I like shibari, Mom,” said Alanna. “It’s wicked. Maybe you’ll help me practice it sometime. With you, Daddy, of course.”

“Sure,” she said. I could tell she had no idea what that meant. “You are pleasing our prophet?”

She nodded. “When he needs me. He has many women. Many concubines like King David or King Solomon.”

“Good, good,” I said. “Well, let’s get things set up. Moira, you and Alanna get out of sight. They should start to arrive.”

“I am expecting eight young men and eight young women,” said Mrs. Fillmore. I made them all promise me. They will be paired off the way you want.”

“One man and one wife,” I said, nodding.

Soon, the young people started arriving. They trickled in, a few guys together, a few girls. Some alone. They were all young, sixteen to eighteen. Some had their bibles. They were fresh faced. The sort of believers that needed to be claimed to back me.

To be my cult. Ashtoreth targeted only women. That was her fatal mistake. I would reach out to young men especially. They were so lost these days. They had no one to follow, so were easy to take advantage by internet scams. A lost generation I would claim. They wouldn’t be incels.

They would be husbands. Heads of families. Have loving wives. And share those wives in wild orgies. In new ways of worship that I would show them. I would bind them to me by sex and love, devotion and lust.

The eight young men were Derrick, Jarrod, Fred, Austin, Brent, Shane, Curtis, and Adam.

The eight young women were Britney, Dorothy, Toni, Kandy, Rosalita, Samantha, Rebecca, and Zelda.

They gathered up some of the cookies and drinks that were provided. It was a church function: there were always food and drinks. Christians enjoyed eating and fellowshipping together. I would just show them new ways to fellowship.

“Thank you all for coming,” Mrs. Fillmore said. “And thank you to Reverend Augustine for the use of his church. I am glad you are all here. There are dark days in the future for our country. We have never been more divided. Social media has destroyed the community. No longer do we have to interact with those who live in our neighborhood, to make friends with those who live nearby. We can form communities with those scattered across the entire world, talking through little boxes.

“The illusion of community. The lie of fellowship. It must happen in person. These are some of the many evils that drive the discord that we face that the evil and the wicked exploit. The politicians on both parties, the technocrats who seek to enslave us with the Metaverse and smart cars, with Alexa in our homes spying on us and search engine algorithms seeking to control what information we see. We live in a state of fear of the other, of those who are different, but I am so proud to introduce you to L. Zachary Black. He is a young man who understands the many forces on your life. A scholarly man. One who loves the Lord and wishes to see his flock delivered from Satan.

“For make no mistake, Satan prowls the world like a hungry lion seeking to devour us all.” She paraphrased 1 Peter 5:8.

She understood.

I sent Moira a text, “Start the fun.”

The air tingled with energy as Mrs. Fillmore motioned to me. “I give you L. Zachary Black.”

I smiled as the polite applause rippled through the room. The young men straightened in their chairs. The girls shifted, a touch of color in their cheeks as they stared at me. The magic was pouring into them now. Affecting them in different ways. For the women, it was lust. A desire to be possessed by me the way all women yearn to be possessed by their man.

Even if that “man” is a woman with a big strap-on.

They were created to be taken. To be filled by a man’s passion.

Just as men were created to take. To fill them up with their passion.

So the young men were inspired by me. A man they wanted to emulate. To have my power and strength. To be beloved by women. Their wives would look at them like that. As their heroes. That love wouldn’t change even if I was fucking them.

Or they were sharing their wives with their Brothers in the Faith in the orgies, passing their women around as they shared in their fellowship. Their wives would always see them as their heroes. It would motivate them to follow my plan to change the world.

This was the seed. The core. An army in the metaphorical sense.

“Thank you,” I said. I smiled. “My name is Zach. L. Zachary Black if I am feeling pretentious or writhing a book.”

A chuckle ran through the room.

“I don’t use my first name. It’s my father’s first name. My earthly father.” I shook my head. “He abandoned my mother shortly after she conceived my twin sister and me. I know what it’s like to be thrown away. Discarded. Society is increasingly abandoning us. They have no use for young men unless they can break us. Emasculate us. Twist us into parodies of women. They want to strip away our masculinity.

“This is no accident.”

I stared at them.

“What we see as society is breaking down is not a mistake. It is not the consequence of well-meaning humanists who just want us all to be individuals. There are plenty of them who are well-meaning. Most of them are good people who believe they are doing the right thing.

“They are useful idiots for those in the shadows.

“The oligarchy that has grasped onto power for millennia. Ancient families have used every weapon at their disposal to cling to their earthly power. To their venal desires to control and dominate everything they can. At times, they ruled openly. Other times, they were the powers behind the thrones. They were almost done in by one invention.

“Firearms.”

I stared down at my audience. I had thought about this all before. I was beginning to write my book that would describe this all. That would lay it out along with my solutions. The start of this vast plan. It would be decades in the making.

Evil was not overthrown in a day.

“Yes, firearms changed the balance of power for the first time in 6000 or more years. Since the first cities rose in Mesopotamia with their great towers reaching into the heavens to dominate God. Since the pharaohs built vast monuments to their egos that thrust like mighty phalli into the sky to show their virility. The nobility ruled us. You see, it was expensive training a soldier and equipping them. They had to be drilled into shape. Years of practice and discipline. The peasants had no chance. Oh, they had numbers, but their rebellions would only last so long before they were conquered again.

“And then came the gun and the end of the monarchy. Anyone can use a gun. It doesn’t take great physical strength not much training to become proficient at it. They became cheap. Plentiful. It started in America and it spread. It swallowed France. The monarchs increasingly had to give up power to ‘democracy.’

“To freedom. We thought we had freedom. We as a people controlled our destiny and not just the wealthy. But we were wrong. They found a new way to control us.

“Freedom.”

I stared at them.

“They shifted their domination. No longer would they try to keep us oppressed, they would instead drown us in luxury. Dull the senses. They paid for ‘progressive’ ideas that destroyed our institutions slowly. Decade by decade. They stopped teaching us how to think but what to think. They dulled us with garbage like television. Movies. Comic books. Porn. They distracted us with new gadgets. Smart phones. Must by doodads. They enslaved us with debt while they destroyed wages. They sold women on the lie they could be CEOs and have families, that working a 9 to 5 and having a career would be more rewarding than being a mother. Over night, they doubled the workforce in the country under the lie of liberation, and flooded the labor market. Fifty years ago, a man could work in a factory, buy a house, and support a wife and a few kids. Even have a dog. Today, you’re lucky if you can move out of your parent’s basement.

“This is all done to break us back down to being serfs. They’ve been patient. For a time, they were helpless to stop the rise of the middle class, and the economic freedom that capitalism brought so many people. They poisoned the system year by year until here we are on the verge of collapse. There will once again be the few super-wealthy standing on the backs of the dirt-poor.”

They were nodding. Many of the young men agreed with this. It was a speech designed for Conservative youths. Ones who had grown up believing it was a man’s duty to provide for their family—and it was. In families where their mothers often did stay at home with the children much to the derision of popular media who put the single-mother on a pedestal. I would change it for a more liberal audience, but all that mattered was capturing their attention.

“Now, it’s not just the super-wealthy we battle against,” I said. “Not against ancient families that have accumulated generational wealth for thousands of years, but their sponsors. It says it in the bible, does it not? We do not battle against men, but Powers and Principalities. Against demons. Moloch. Baal. Shamash. Zeus. Amaterasu. Kukulkan. And more. They have gone by a thousand names to a thousand people. Entities that hate us. That hates humans. Why?”

“Because the Lord said we would have dominion over even the angels!” shouted one young man.

“That’s right!” I stared at them. “We are at war with evil. True evil. Not just the works of men, which can be vile, but the works of demons who seek to exterminate us. They pollute the world to make us poor. The engineer wars. They break us down with more and more burdensome taxes and fees while at the same time devaluing our currency by wild governmental spending. They loot the coffers of our nations and leave us all with a growing debt that one day will have to be paid. They wish to undo everything that the Reformation and the Enlightenment gave us. That is what we have to stop!”

“Amen, brother!” another young man said, nodding.

They all wanted to fight against evil.

To live the fantasy of being a hero. A strong warrior. Like David or Joshua. To serve the Lord and save the day. The women were nodding, too. They wanted to be saved. They yearned to have their men defend them. Provide them with stability. To be good fathers to their children.

They were wet for it. Burning with their desire for it. The magic worked on them, increasing them both.

“I need faithful men to serve me,” I said. “Just like David had his Hundred and Joshua had his scouts. I need good, Christian men to fight with me. And they need good, Christian wives to support and encourage them. To fight in their own way. With love. With prayers. We must become a new spiritual army and challenge the darkness.

“Or we will be swallowed by it!”

“Yes!”

“Amen, brother!”

“We’re with you!”

“Yes, yes, we’ll be faithful wives,” the Black girl said, her eyes burning with righteous lust.
The spell was poisoning them. It was corrupting them. They wanted to fight against evil, but I was turning them to evil to do it. I didn’t care. I would stop the supernatural powers. I would truly free mankind from them. I would build something perfect.

“Help me build a new Eden,” I said. “The Lord has chosen me to be his prophet, and if you are faithful, he will stand with us. If you believe, he will make our enemies tremble. If you commit yourself to this fight, he will deliver us into our own Canaan. Our own Land of Milk and Honey.”

A bright, white light erupted. The angel Nisha appeared, an illusion conjured by my twin sister. The real Nisha was standing behind me, approving of my words. I knew I had her support. I would always have her support.

“These are the words of your Lord your God,” the “angel” said, her voice ringing like a gong. “Behold, my chosen Prophet. Follow him for he speaks in my name. Stand with him against the Powers and Principalities who threaten my creations.”

She vanished.

The young men and women were on their knees. They had hands clasped before them, their eyes all wild. They stared at me and all started proclaiming that they would follow me. The building shook beneath my feet.

“I pledge myself to you, Prophet Zachary!” a young man shouted.

“I’m yours, Prophet Zachary!” a young woman gasped.

On and on. All sixteen of them did as the magic seized them. They fell beneath my power. They had given me their souls. I smiled in delight at what I had wrought here. Excitement swept through me. This was the beginning.

“Now, women, choose your husbands,” I said. “Men, choose your wives. There are eight of each sex for this reason. I want you to cup their faces and pledge yourself to each other. For you are about to become man and wife. Holy matrimony in the sight of the Lord your God and his chosen Prophet.”

The young men and women started pairing off. There was some shuffling, a few went for a girl only to have to pick another, but they were all paired up. They all had their wives. I smiled in delight. This was going perfectly.

I stared at them as they stood before me. “Men, do you swear to love, honor, and protect your wives, through sickness and health, through good times and the bed, until death do you part?”

“I do,” all eight of the guys said.

“Women, do you swear to love, honor, and protect your wives, through sickness and health, through good times and the bed, until death do you part?”

“I do,” the eight cuties said.

“Then by the power invested in me by the Lord our God, I pronounce you all man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

All of the guys kissed their wives. Some were more passionate than others. Some were shy, sharing only brief smooches. My dick was so hard for the next part. The worship orgy. I felt so good. I had spoken my words. I mostly believed them.

All that mattered was winning.

“Girls, strip naked in the sight of your husbands,” I said. “Show your men the beauty of your bodies. Let them see the glory of your flesh. Do not be shy. We are all brothers and sisters here. There is no shame in the worship hall. No sin on these hollowed grounds.”

“No sin,” moaned Mrs. Augustine, her eyes hot as she started unbuttoning her dress.

“No sin,” purred Susannah. “The angel Nisha appeared before me and told me Zachary was special. I am so honored to be his wife. Be honored to be wives to your new husbands.”

“So honored,” one girl said as she took off her blouse.

My control over them was so profound. I reveled in it as the girls stripped naked. They took off their tops. Their pants or skirts. Bras came off, revealing different sized and shaped breasts. They were all so gorgeous, though.

All so wonderful to witness.

Their bushes were mostly thick. A few trimmed theirs. None were shaved. Mrs. Augustine, Mrs. Fillmore, and Susannah had all stripped naked, too. The young men stared at their wives. And snuck peeks at their neighbor’s spouse.

That was just fine.

“Now, husbands, kneel before your wives and eat out their pussies,” I said, motioning for Mrs. Augustine to move before me. “Bury your faces into their bushes and love your wives. Giving them pleasure is your duty, just as it’s their duty to give you pleasure.”

The girls all giggled or quivered as their new husbands knelt before them. The young men hesitated, but then one pressed his face into his wife’s twat. He licked at her. That was Derrick, I believed, with Britney.

He tongued her pussy. He licked at her with eagerness. The others followed suite, lapping at their wives twats. I grinned as I undid my belt and opened my fly. Mrs. Augustine glanced at me. I motioned with my finger.

She understood. She bent over, thrusting her naked ass and her shaved cunt at me. Her husband watched as I pressed my cock into her hot folds. She moaned in delight as I thrust into her. Some of the girls gasped as they saw me fuck her.

“Yes, yes, I am Mrs. Augustine’s prophet,” I said. “The Lord has given me the right to enjoy all his daughters.”

“Yes, he has,” moaned Susannah. “Enjoy my mother!”

“The Lord has chosen him and gifted him much,” Mrs. Fillmore moaned. “He has taken me before my husband.”

“Amen,” gasped a girl getting her pussy eaten out by her new husband.

I smiled at the sight, gripping Mrs. Augustine’s hips. I savored being in her married twat and cuckolding her husband. She had my child growing in her womb, too. I knew it. I drew back my cock, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

She whimpered in delight as I thrust back into her pussy. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt, savoring the way she massaged my dick. I loved how I fucked into her pussy with all that I had. I pounded her cunt with such force.

“Oh, yes, yes, ravish me!” she moaned.

“Oh, Brent!” Rosalita, a Hispanic cutie, moaned as she ground on her husband.

“Shane! Shane!” another gasped. “I’ve wanted to be your wife since we were kids. Your tongue feels so amazing!”

I loved the sight as I fucked Mrs. Augustine’s cunt. I buried into her with all that I had. I pounded her cunt with such force. She squeezed her cunt down on me. She drove me wild with her delicious snatch I hammered her as the cuties moaned.

Their breasts jiggling. They shuddered, their eyes so wide. They threw back their heads as their husbands feasted on their cunts. I loved the sight as I fucked to the hilt in their cunts. I pounded them with force. It was so hot to bury into Mrs. Augustine’s cunt as the church brimmed with gasps and moans of sexual delight.

Mrs. Fillmore marched around them, nodding in agreement. She slapped one girl on the ass and whispered in her ear. The girl moaned, nodding.

It was so wild.

I pounded Mrs. Augustine’s cunt as the cries of passion grew louder and louder. My dick churned up the delicious woman. Her cunt held me tight. She felt so good in me. It was such a thrill to fuck into her with everything that I had. I loved every second of it. Every last moment of pounding the preacher’s wife.

“Zach!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, your cock is such a holy thing. Oh, that’s so good!”

“I know,” I groaned, burying into her pussy over and over again. I plunged into her twat. “Let me feel that pussy going wild, Mrs. Augustine!”

She clamped down on me, her pussy massaging my dick. The girls stared at us. They watched us with their hot eyes. It was such a thrill to have them staring at me. I loved how they licked their lips and quivered in delight.

They wanted me even more than their new husbands. I grinned at them as I pounded Mrs. Augustine’s snatch. I fucked to the hilt in her twat. She gripped me with that wondrous twat. I savored every last second of fucking her.

I buried into her again and again. I loved this delight. Her pussy massaged me with such passion. The heat of her twat built in me. I hurtled toward my climax. I wanted to dump my cum in her snatch. To fill her up with more of my seed.

“Zach!” she gasped. “I love your cock! The Lord gave you the right to fuck me! To use me!”

“Amen!” a blonde girl gasped, her eyes locked on me fucking the MILF.

I winked at her as I thrust to the hilt in that tight cunt again and again. The need to cum rose in my nuts. I hurtled toward that wonderful climax. I would cum so hard in her. She gasped and moaned, her passion mixing with the girls.

The first one gasped out, “Husband!”

She trembled, her perky tits jiggling as she climaxed.

“Praise the Lord for the pleasure of your body!” I shouted.

“Amen!” she squealed.

“Yes, yes, thank you, Lord!” Rosalita gasped, the Hispanic cutie drowning her husband next.

I plunged into that hot pussy. I buried into her with everything that I had. I loved pounding her as another wife climaxed. Her big boobs bounced. She was so stacked. Her husband must be enjoying the sight. A third squealed out. A fourth.

Their moans filled the air as I fucked Mrs. Augustine. My hands roamed over her back as I fucked her pussy with all that I had. I loved every second of burying into her. I pounded her with all that I had. It was so good to fuck her like this.

I found her breast. I squeezed her tits as the Black cutie climaxed. She drowned her White husband with her passion. I kneaded Mrs. Augustine’s boobs. She whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side. She had an amazing cunt. Her pussy felt so wondrous around me.

I buried into her. She squealed and climaxed. “Zach! Yes, yes, I love you!”

“Damn!” I groaned, savoring her cunt writhing around me. She spasmed with such delicious intensity.

I buried into her cunt, my balls slapping into her clit. I enjoyed the way her pussy writhed around me. It was so good. She moaned in delight as I plowed to the hilt in her and erupted into her there wondrous depths.

“Thank you, Lord!” she howled.

“Thank you!” squealed the sixth girl, her small boobies jiggling.

I was in heaven here. I loved every second of that hot pussy writhing around me. I savored the heat rushing through me. I buried to the hilt in her twat. It was so good to have all that passion rushing through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, the heat surging out of me. I spurted over and over into Mrs. Augustine’s twat. Her husband and daughter both watched. “Thank you!”

I filled her up with all my cum as the girls were all shuddering through their bliss. I pumped more and more of my spunk into Mrs. Augustine’s snatch. She milked me dry. I groaned in delight as my eyes fell on the blonde.

Britney.

I grinned at her and ripped my cock out of Mrs. Augustine’s cunt. “The Lord requires that I bless your wombs as your husbands watch on in support. As I have blessed Mrs. Augustine’s womb.”

“Yes, Prophet,” gasped Britney as I advanced on her with my dick bobbing before me.

Chapter Ten

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Derrick, sit in that chair,” I said, pointing to the stud. He rose, his lips dripping in his new wife’s pussy cream. The others were watching. “Britney, sit on his lap. I have to pop her cherry and bless her womb.”

“Of course, Prophet,” Derrick said.

“She is your wife, but when you’re in here, you are to share her with all men. And women.” I smiled. “There is no sin here. But even out there, in the world, she has to submit to me.”

“She will,” Derrick said as he sat, his cock bulging in his jeans.

His new bride sat on him, her round boobs quivering. She stared at my cock, her eyes wild. I pulled off my polo, smiling at her. She quivered in delight as I stared at her. She was a sexy thing. I had to fuck her.

“Spread your wife’s legs,” I said. I glanced at the others. “Wives, suck your men’s dicks. Learn to fellate them.”

“Yes, Prophet,” the nubile brides said, the young men grinning.

Derrick spread his wife’s legs, her thick, blonde bush dripping with her excitement. Her husband had devoured her. I grinned and leaned over her. She gasped as I pressed into her bush. I kissed her as she sat on her husband’s lap, my cock nuzzling into her bush.

I found the wet folds of her pussy. I pushed against her. She groaned into my lips as I thrust. I hit her hymen. She whimpered into my lips as her cherry stretched for a moment before popping. I slammed into her virgin pussy.

I savored cuckolding her new husband by taking her innocence.

She wrapped her legs around me, squirming on her husband’s lap. Our tongues danced together as I savored being in her silky snatch. She had such a tight one. I groaned at the delight of being in her. she worked her lips on mine.

I drew back my cock. I loved the way she held me. It was such a great sensation to feel her massaging me like that. I pulled out of her snatch. She whimpered in delight as I slammed back into her pussy, pressing her down on her husband’s lap.

I fucked her.

I pounded her with hard strokes.

She whimpered into my lips as I made out with her with all that I had. I slammed my dick into her cunt, reveling in the way she squeezed down on me. It was just a rush to be in her. To pound her as she sat on her husband’s lap.

“Prophet Zach, enjoy my wife,” Derrick said.

I broke the kiss with his wife and said, “I am! You’re going to love her pussy! When I’m done with her, enjoy her. She’s your wife!”

“Yes, Prophet!” he groaned as I thrust away at his wife.

I plunged to the hilt in her snatch. I fucked her with all that I had. It was just a delight to be in her. I fucked her hard and fast. She stroked her hands down my back, her fingernails scratching at me. She whimpered in delight.

“Oh, Derrick,” she gasped. “The Prophet feels so good in me. He feels just so amazing in me! In my… my…”

“Pussy!” I growled.

“In my pussy!” she moaned as I thrust away at her.

I fucked her with all that I had. I pounded her with such passion, enjoying every second of her pussy around me. She held me tight with her amazing cunt. I pounded her with such passion. She squeezed down on me. I loved that.

I savored that.

She held me with her twat. I plunged into her with so much force. I groaned with every thrust into her cunt. I loved every last second of her pussy. She clenched down on me. I savored the heat of her snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, burying into her twat. “I’m going to bless you with my cum!”

“Bless my wife, Preacher!” the young man groaned.

“Bless me!” she whimpered, her twat clamping down on me.

She felt so good on my cock. I loved how she held me tight. I rushed toward my orgasm. I would have an amazing climax. She would cum so hard on me. I couldn’t wait for it. I thrust away at her. I plunged into her pussy again and again.

She squeezed her pussy down around me. She had such a delicious cunt. Deflowered. I was the first dick to plunder her. I loved it. I savored every last second of that treat. It was just so delicious to have her massaging me.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned. “That’s so good. That’s amazing!”

“I’m getting so close, Prophet!” she whimpered, her pussy holding me tight. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m getting so close to bursting!”

“Good,” I groaned, burying into her twat. I slammed into her snatch. Her pussy went wild around my dick. “Damn!”

“Prophet!”

She bucked on her husband’s lap as I thrust away at her convulsing pussy. I loved every last second of fucking her. I savored every moment of burying my dick into her pussy. She had such a wonderful cunt. It was just a pure joy to be in her.

She whimpered, her pussy squeezing down on me. I savored this delight. I reveled in her cunt massaging me. I groaned, heading toward my orgasm. Toward that big burst of delight. I plowed to the hilt in her.

“That’s so good,” she moaned as I buried into her. “Prophet, bless me womb!”

I erupted.

“Yes!” I growled as I blessed her snatch.

I flooded my newest worshiper with my cunt. I filled her up with all my jizz. The heat rushed through me. Stars danced before me as I enjoyed this delight. It was so good to have all that ecstasy sweeping through me.

I groaned out in joy as her pussy suckled at me. She nursed with all her might on my cock. I grunted as I spurted more and more of my cum into her pussy. She whimpered beneath me, suckling on me.

“Oh, Prophet!” she whimpered as she milked me dry.

“Take your wife, Derrick,” I panted, feeling so good after cuckolding her. “Take her hard.”

“Yes, Prophet,” he groaned.

I pulled out of her and glanced over at the guys dumping their loads down their wives’ throats. I noticed another cutie with her rump wiggling at me as she drank her husband’s load. It was Rosalita. The hot-ass Hispanic beauty.

“I shall bless your wife’s asshole,” I said, moving up to Brent.

“Yes, Prophet,” he panted as his wife kept suckling on his dick. She popped her mouth off and glanced back at me. “Yes, Lord, please, fuck my asshole.”

I grinned at her and dropped to my knees behind her. I pressed my cock into her butt-crack lubed with Britney’s pussy juices. Rosalita bent over as I slid my dick up to her asshole. I nuzzled right against her puckered backdoor and thrust.

“Prophet,” she moaned as she took her husband’s hands. He stared down at her. “Oh, Prophet, that’s so good. I… I… Yes!”

Her asshole surrendered to my cock. I popped into her velvety bowels. I loved being in her backdoor. She felt fantastic around me. I growled as I sank deeper and deeper into her anal sheath. She shuddered as I bottomed out in her.

She squeezed her bowels down around me. She enjoyed the thickness of my cock. It was a fabulous rush to be in her. I drew back my dick. She moaned in delight her asshole clamping down on me. I thrust back into her.

I fucked to the hilt in her snatch. I loved being in her asshole. She held me with that velvety delight. I grinned and pumped away at her. My hands slid around her and found her round breasts. She whimpered in delight.

“Prophet!” she gasped as I plundered her asshole. My crotch smacked over and over into her butt-cheeks. “Oh, yes, yes, Prophet!”

“I know,” I groaned, hammering her anal sheath. “Just enjoy.”

“I am!” she moaned, her face twisting in delight. “Oh, wow. That’s so good. That’s just incredible!”

I grinned at her. I fucked into her with all that I had. She felt so good around my dick. I loved how she held me tight. I pounded her with force. She whimpered in delight as I fucked her faster and harder. She trembled.

I thrust into her with all that I had. I loved being in her anal sheath. I fucked her with such passion. She whimpered in delight as I hammered her bowels. I fucked her bowels with so much force. I squeeze her tits.

“Prophet!” She stared up at her husband. “The Prophet is so deep in me. He’s plundering me!”

“That’s so wonderful,” Brent panted. He knelt in front of his wife and cupped her face. He kissed her.

Their lips melted together as I fucked his wife’s asshole. She squealed into his lips as I banked her bowels with all that I had. I fucked her with force, enjoying every second of her hot asshole gripping me. She held me tight. It was fantastic.

I loved the way that she massaged me. She whimpered in delight as I buried into her with such force. She quivered with the delight of my cock fucking her. It was so good to do that to her. I plundered her bowels over and over again.

“Damn,” I groaned.

She broke the kiss with her husband. “He’s making my asshole feel so good! My bowels are melting around him. Oh, Prophet!”

“That’s great,” said Brent. “I…” He ducked his head down.

She gasped as I heard him sucking. He must be loving one of her nipples. I grinned and fucked her asshole harder. The pressure in my nuts hurtled toward that bursting point. I loved this. I pumped away at her with all that I had.

She gripped me with that velvety bowels. My cock swelled with the pressure. The need to cum in her anal sheath grew and grew. She quivered there. I squeezed her tits, my cock pounding her asshole with all that I had.

“Brent,” she groaned. “Oh, that’s good. I feel your sucking down in my pussy.”

“You do,” he moaned around her nub.

“Brent are you…” Rosalita clamped her asshole down on my cock. “Yes, yes, touch my pussy, miho. Touch my pussy!”

I fucked her asshole hard as her husband frigged her clit. Her anal sheath grew hotter around my dick. She must be hurtling toward her climax. I loved it. I fucked her with such force. I pounded her anal sheath with all that I had.

She massaged me with her tight bowels. It was so good. I grinned and fucked into her anal sheath with force. Her husband suckled on her clit as she whimpered louder and louder. I pounded her anal sheath with everything that I had.

“I’m going to cum on his dick,” whimpered Rosalita. “Brent! Miho, I’m going to cum on the Prophet’s big dick!”

“Good,” he groaned. “Just cum on him!”

“Keep rubbing my clit, miho!” she gasped. She cupped his face and planted her lips on his.

I buried into her asshole. She squealed in her husband’s lips. Her anal sheath convulsed around me. She spasmed in such a wonderful delight. I loved every second of that delight. It was so hot. I buried into her anal sheath and erupted.

I flooded her asshole with my jizz. The heat rushed through me. I groaned as the spunk flooded into her bowels. The pleasure slammed through me. I grunted with each burst of delight. It was so great. I grinned from ear to ear.

It was wondrous.

Her bowels suckled at my dick. The heat shot out of me. It was just an incredible rush of bliss. The heat soaked through my mind. I loved it. I ripped my cock out of her asshole and stood, my dick bobbing before me.

“Now, Kandy, you have to suck his dick clean,” Susannah said. “The Prophet will bless your mouth.”

I grinned and winked at my wife.

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Susannah Augustine

The orgy raged, but no man fucked me. Women did. And I licked them. The cult had begun. It was just such a wild sight to see all that passion. My Zach fucked every one of the girls. He blessed one of their holes with his cum.

Now the husbands were passing around the wives, sharing them. Some were getting double-stuffed, a cock in their pussy and asshole. Or they were spit-roasted. My whore of a mother joined the fun. She had a dick in all her holes at one point.

For hours, it had raged. I had eaten Zach’s cum out of several delicious pussies. Moira broke out her sex toys. I fucked Kandy up the ass with the strap-on. Then Dorothy pounded my pussy with the strap-on.

It was all so wonderful.

I rode Zach’s cock as I licked at Moira’s pussy.

I sat on Samantha’s face so she could lick all of Zach’s cum out of her while Derrick fucked her cunt. It was all so wicked. So wild. This was the cult that the Lord wanted Zach to make. They would be united in saving the world.

In fighting evil like Charles Swartzenburg’s family.

Moira appeared. So had Alanna. Mrs. Fillmore was being passed around. It was so wild. This was the beginning. We would have something just wondrous built here. I was so happy as Rosalita nuzzled into my pussy.

“I’m so honored to eat your pussy,” she moaned. “You’re the Prophet’s wife!”

I smiled down at her.

She began her feast.

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Charles Swartzenburg II

I yawned as I sat in the waiting room for my next hearing. I had been using my time in jail to extend my power and reward my followers. I yawned as a big, Hispanic guy was beside me. He stared down at his hands.

I just warned to rub sleep from my eyes, but I had my hands cuffed. It was all for show. The guards were all mine. They served me. I drew in a deep breath and rubbed at my eyes. My head throbbed from the strain.

“Cortez,” one of the bailiffs called.

The big guy next to me looked up and nodded.

They uncuffed him and took him into the courtroom. I yawned again. I could almost fall asleep. I was close to it. I was learning to be able to sleep when it was uncomfortable. To live without much. Suffering built character, right?

“Swartzenburg,” a bailiff said.

I yawned and stood. The bailiff unshackled my feet. He grabbed my arm and led me to the door as Alonzo came back in. The big gun. Smiled for a moment. I frowned as we passed. Pain burst in my side. Cold plunged into my belly again and again.

I gasped as I realized he was stabbing me. The bailiffs shouted as the blood soaked the front of my jumpsuit. I couldn’t believe it. He had stabbed me a dozen times. The strength in my legs collapsed. I gasped as I fell onto my side.

My blood spilled out of me, the bailiffs shouting.

They sounded so far away.

Distant.

Muffled.

I needed to live. I had to survive. Panic washed over me. I felt the darkness of the Abyss pulling at me. Hell. Sheol. Tartarus. It had so many different names, but it was dragging me down. Moloch laughed, hungering for the soul I sold him.

I hadn’t earned my reward.

I couldn’t die here, but…

The pull was inexorable. My soul clung to my body as the world grew black. The shouts drifted away. This was it. The final plunge. This wasn’t how it would end. I wouldn’t die here. I couldn’t die here. I had a destiny.

Zach Black had to suffer.

My mother had to be saved.

I would not fail her.

My mother’s beautiful face shone in my mind. Not the one that was possessed by that demon, but the one who loved me. I focused on her blue eyes as I railed against how unfair this was. I should rule this world. It was my destiny.

Anger burned through me. Zach would not win.

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