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Chapter Elven

Charles Swartzenburg II

My life faded from me.

The dark grasp of Moloch reached out of the Abyss to grab me. To seize me and drag me down into Sheol. I would spend an eternity in punishment for failing to create any power on this world. I would scream in agony for all time.

I would not let that happen.

I had to leave. I had to heal my body. I needed a sacrifice.

A life for a life.

I reached out to the nearest guard who had sold me his soul. He had pledged himself to me. He could die, not me. He would serve me in Sheol once I had power. I would reward him in the next life. I would uphold our bond.

I felt who it was. Wayne. A young man who wanted women and wealth. He would have them in hell. I would recruit a cult. I would steal those women that were supposed to mine from Ashtaroth. I would liberate my mother and free her from the grip of that damned demon.

I stole Wayne’s life.

The warmth flooded into me. It sustained me. The grip of Moloch retreated. The grave pulled away. I heard a gasp. A man collapsed. Wayne died while I lived. I couldn’t maintain consciousness any longer. I sank into the black.

And knew I would awaken again.

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Judge Alyta Bittal

“What do you mean he’s alive?” demanded my Mistress.

I had come straight here after I learned his fate. With the “attack,” court was disrupted. I rescheduled the rest of my business as they dealt with it. I kept in touch with the doctors. I was shocked to learn it.

“He survived,” I said. “He was stabbed twenty-seven times. His liver, pancreas, stomach, a kidney, and his right lung were all punctured. Three major arteries were severed. He should have been dead, but the doctors saved him. They’re saying it’s a miracle.”

CRACK!

“A miracle?” demanded Mistress Sable, my ass burning from the wooden paddle. She hit me hard.

“There’s more,” I whimpered at the heat. “A guard, twenty-five. Wayne Baker. He collapsed during the attack. He was nowhere near the men. In another room. He had a heart attack and died at the exact moment that Charles was on the ground bleeding to death.”

CRACK!

“That’s nonsense!” snarled Sable.

CRACK!

“Your thug was supposed to murder him!”

CRACK!

“He did, Mistress,” I sobbed, my ass burning hot. “He should be dead. No man could survive that much bloodloss. It wasn’t natural!”

CRACK!

“He died at the exact moment Charles was bleeding out?” Mistress Moira asked. She and my Master watched. They had come home from school just as I arrived. It had been a zoo. They must have heard the chaotic reports. “You’re certain?”

“I am! I’m a judge.”

CRACK!

“You’re a worthless slut who failed your Master!” Mistress hissed.

CRACK!

I howled in pain, my ass burning. “I’m sorry, Master!” I stared up at him, tears blurring my eyes. “I’ll do better! I promise.”

“Hold,” said Master, raising his hand. “Moira?”

“I will need to see the body and double-check, but…” Moira shook her head. “Twenty-five? Did he have any health problems?”

“N-no,” I sobbed, tears spilling down my cheeks. “I got the autopsy results before coming over. No sign of heart damage. No blood clots. No plaque build-up. There is no reason his heart should have stopped, but it did.”

“If he sold his soul to Charles, then Charles would have stolen his life force to sustain his body beyond what it could take. So long as he has one soul in his ownership, he can do this. It’ll take more than a blade to kill him.”

“Soulbinding?” asked Master. He glanced to his side. “A guard? I think we must assume he’s compromised all the guards. None of them are under our power.”

“None,” said Moira.

“So he’s setting up his own power base.” Master clenched his fist.

“You were right to show mercy,” said Mistress Susannah.

Mistress Sable snorted. “You should have executed him on the spot.”

“Cameras were rolling. I would have been in a lot of trouble.”

“And it was the wrong thing to do to kill him.” Susannah pressed her naked body against him. “I’m glad he survived this attack even if it was by evil. Why would that other man try to kill him?”

“I set it—”

CRACK!

“Quiet, slave!” Mistress snarled, my ass blazing hot.

“Criminals do evil acts all the time,” said Master. “This is getting serious. He’s soul-binding guards. They’ll die in his place. We have to stop that. We have to stop him. He’s building power in jail.”

Mistress Susannah sighed. “I know. Moira will find a way to strip him of his power and make him harmless.”

Mistress Moira swallowed. “I’ll try. I have not explored magic like this. It’s beyond my knowledge. He has to use astral projection to bind their souls. He enters their dreams, which is when your soul is open. When you make a contract in your dream, it’s binding. No rituals are involved. No enslavement. It’s you acting with your own free will even if you don’t understand the consequences.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Susannah said. “Now stop spanking her, Mistress. She hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re going too far.”

“Yes, you are,” said Master.

“Going too far…” Mistress Sable cupped Master’s wife. “You forget your place. You’re my slave. I think I need to discipline her, Zach.”

A look of joy flashed over Mistress Susannah’s face. Zach glanced at her and smiled. “Enjoy.”

Mistress Sable gripped a nipple and pinched. She led Mistress Susannah out of the room, her breast stretched. She whimpered in delighted pain. I wiped at my tears as they left the living room and headed up the stairs. Their footsteps moved across the room.

“That was sloppy,” muttered Master. “Susannah doesn’t know about the darker things we do. It’s important she never knows why Charles was attacked.”

“S-sorry, Master.” I hung my head in shame.

“Our fault for being sloppy and talking so openly,” Master said. “You did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault that Charles survived. You did well. Moira’s going to examine the body. After you get your reward, you’ll make sure she gets in. Detective Carson.”

“Yes, Master,” I said. “Reward?” My eyes flicked to his cock.

He sat on the couch and patted his lap. My pussy clenched. I crawled up him. My ass might be burning and my eyes sore from crying, but my cunt was wet and ready for Master’s cock. I was so happy to be his judge.

I grabbed his dick and pressed my cock into his wet folds. I plunged down him. I groaned in delight at his hard cock swallowing my pussy. I groaned in delight, my face twisting with the pleasure of this moment.

I groaned at the wonderful heat of his big dick filling up my pussy. I bottomed out on him. A big smile spread on my lips. I felt so good here. I was so happy to have all his cock in me. This was just a perfect delight.

I squeezed my cunt down on him. I gripped him and slid back up him. He groaned as I did that. I loved how big and thick he was. I slid up him, savoring how he massaged me. His flesh was just so perfect to feel around me.

I reached the peak of his cock and plunged down him. I gasped in delight as I took him to the hilt. I had all of his cock in me again. I groaned as he grunted. As wonderful as he made me feel, I made him feel amazing.

I served him. Loved him.

I was his slave. Moira’s magic dominated me. She chained my will to his, and I was so grateful.

He would save this world.

I believed in that so much. It was such a broken world. It needed a great man. I served him. I would be in his council. I would help him guide it. My pussy clamped down his cock as I rose up him. He groaned in delight.

SMACK! SMACK!

Both his hands slapped down on my burning rump. I gasped at the stinging pain that melted through to my cunt. That only enhanced this. Made it all the better. I was so glad to have all his dick in me. I plunged down him.

I rode him, my boobs bouncing. Heaving. They smacked together as I rode him with all that I had. It was wonderful to have all that cock in me. I loved it so much. He squeezed my burning rump as he worked me up and down his dick.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good,” I whimpered. “I’ll serve you faithfully. I’m your slave, Master! I love you! You own me!”

“Yes, I do,” he groaned. “And I will take care of you. Reward you. Protect you.” Anger burned across his face. “I would never kill you just to live.”

“Master!” I gasped and kissed him.

My lips melted to his as I worked my cunt up and down his cock. He felt so good in me. I worked up and down him. It was just a delicious thrill to feel that big dick in me. I groaned with the pleasure swelling in me. It was perfect.

Just the rapture that I needed bursting in me. I would have a huge explosion of bliss on him. I couldn’t wait to cum so hard. To have my pussy spasming around him. It would be so excellent. I gripped him. Massaged him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s so fucking good. You’re amazing!”

“Thank you, Master!” I whimpered as he squeezed my rump. He kneaded it. “May I… May I kiss you.”

“Of course!”

I planted my lips on his. I kissed him with all my might. I loved him so much. My pussy convulsed around his dick. I groaned, savoring that heat washing through me. It was just amazing to spasm around his dick.

The rapture swept through me. His fingers dug into my rump. He growled into my lips. He erupted. He rewarded me with his cum. I shuddered on him, suckling at his wonderful cock with my hungry twat.

I milked him. The heat rushed through me. I loved this delight so much. I was so happy for it. I was so thrilled for this wondrous delight. The heat rushed through my body as he spurted more and more of his cum into me.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Moira cooed. “I’ll need that cum. So keep it in you, Judge.”

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress!”

Master pumped so much jizz into me. He would make sure she had more than enough for her designs. I was so happy to help out. A wave of delight rushed through me as my cunt milked out the final drops of his cum.

“I’ll find a way to server the bonds,” Moira said. “But it will take time. We should focus on tracking down that demon-possessed mother of his.”

“If she’s still in this state,” Master said. He glanced to his right. “No, no, she is.”

“Your thought form’s opinion?” Mistress Moira purred as I leaned against him, panting.

“She’s wise.” Master patted my rump. “I have to finish my homework. There’s another recruitment meeting tonight.”

“I’ll be back for that,” Mistress Moira said. “Come on, Judge Slut, we have to do some sleuthing.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered and slid off Master’s mighty dick.

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Susannah Augustine

Mistress Sable’s finger pinched so wonderfully into my nipple. The pain flared through me as she led me upstairs. It felt like so long since she had done naughty things to me. We had time before the meeting tonight. For more people to know the truth about my brother-husband.

Zach was the Prophet sent by the Lord to save us. The Angel Nisha proved it. She had appeared to me that fateful night weeks ago, revealing what I had to do. Charles’s attacks only proved how Satan moved against us.

Satan and Moloch and all the other Elohim, the supernatural beings, who had rebelled against the Lord. The demons who would be cast into the Abyss. Hell wasn’t made for humans. It was made for demons. Humans who ended up there were there by their own choices.

By throwing away God.

No amount of good deeds could get you into Heaven. It was all believing in the Lord and putting your trust in him. To accept his Grace that he would redeem us all from this sinful world and we’d be reborn anew and have eternal life in the Second Creation.

I looked forward to that day. I would be with Zach forever.

And Sable, Moira, my mother, my mother-in-law, the maids, the cops, the judge, the high priestess, and all of Zach’s followers. We would all enter the Kingdom of the Lord together because we trusted in God and believed Jesus died for our sins.

“Hands behind your back,” Mistress Sable said.

I gladly up my hands behind my back. I smiled as he cuffed me. She slapped those on me. I shuddered here, feeling so confident that I would be rewarded. This was such a great moment. The cuffs were cinched tight.

They felt so wonderful around my wrist. My pussy clenched. This was sinful behavior. I was indulging in my lesbian desires and my masochistic ones, but that was okay. We were all sinners. God was using an evil creature like me who gloried in this delight. I had to do these wicked deeds to help Zach.

“Kneel on the bed,” said Mistress Sable.

“Yes, Mistress,” I cooed.

My big boobs swayed as I knelt on it. I pressed my face into the satin sheets, my rump thrust up in the air. Pussy cream spilled down my thighs. My cunt clenched and relaxed. I didn’t see what she was doing. I heard metal scrap on wood. She had picked something up.

Cold metal pressed between my butt-cheeks. A cone nuzzled into my asshole. A butt plug. I shuddered in delight as Mistress Sable drilled that against me. My anal ring widened and widened. He pushed and pushed against me. I groaned as the toy widened my asshole more and more. My sphincter reached its limits.

The butt plug popped into my asshole.

“What gives you the right to tell me I went too far punishing a slave?” Mistress Sable asked.

“I am Zach’s wife,” I said. “It’s my job to see that his vassals are cared for and not abused, Mistress. Even if that means angering you and being punished for it.” My pussy clenched.

“And you’re just an eager slut to be punished.”

“I’m here to submit to you. My husband gave me to you to be your slave. I will do what you want, Mistress.”

She wiped up the pussy cream running down my thigh. “Uh-huh. And it has nothing to do with how wet your dyke-cunt is.”

“If I enjoy serving you, Mistress Sable, then I am doubly rewarded,” I purred. “It says in Ecclesiastics we should take joy in our work and give glory to the Lord who gives all things meaning.”

“You really believe all that God shit,” she purred.

“Of course I do. How can you not? Haven’t you seen it? The angel. The powers. You cannot deny the supernaturals. Those enemies are powers and principalities. Demons.”

“That part is true.”

“There you go,” she said. “It’s real. I believe in it, and you do, too. In your heart. You just don’t want to believe there is God who is judging you for all your crimes. You want to keep doing them. You want to keep spanking women and fucking them and being a dominatrix. I get it. I want to keep sinning, too.”

“Enough of this talk,” hissed Sable. She grabbed my hair and yanked back my head. She rammed the gag—a length of rolled-up leather connected to a strap—into my mouth.

I smiled around it as she pulled it back around my head. I hit a nerve. Wonderful.

I pressed my head into the bedding and wiggled my rump. My asshole clenched down on the butt plug. I was so ready to be spanked. To be punished by her. I was dripping wet to enjoy my naughty sin. To revel in it.

I was special. I could do this without having to ask for forgiveness and to repent. An angel appeared before me and delivered the Lord’s word. That made all the difference. Leather swished behind me.

The flogger. Wonderful.

THUD!

I groaned into the gag at the smack of the thick flails. Not the thin one that stung. This one burned. I moaned in delight, my boobs jiggling beneath me. I knew this would make Mistress Sable happy. She enjoyed reddening a naughty slut’s ass.

THUD!

I groaned, my teeth gripping the leather gag.

THUD!

I squealed around my gag, my pussy soaking my bush. I moaned as I wiggled my hips back and forth, begging her to keep flogging my wicked rump.

THUD!

“You will be a good girl and not question me,” she hissed.

THUD!

“You won’t spout that God nonsense around me!”

THUD!

I would disobey her again and again.

THUD!

Because I loved her. I loved her almost as much as Zach. She was second in my heart. Him then her. I was so lucky to have them both in my lives. To have the two different halves of my desires fed. My need to be a loving wife who submitted to her husband’s big dick.

THUD!

And the depraved lesbian sex slave who just wanted to tongue her Mistress’s cunt with an ass burning from the flogger.

THUD!

I had them both.

THUD!

I was so happy.

THUD!

I could weep with joy as my ass burned. My cunt drank in the heat. I groaned into the gag, drool soaking the leather.

THUD!

My Mistress showed me her love, too. Every time she flogged me.

THUD!

Every time she tied me up and gagged me.

THUD!

Every time she shoved a butt plug up my ass and a dildo in my cunt, she showed me she loved me.

THUD!

Just like I showed my love every time I let her do all these depraved things to me.

THUD!

We made each other happy.

THUD!

Just like Zach and I made each other happy in our special way.

THUD!

My pussy burned so hot. My ass blazed. It was a mass of fire. I quivered at the pain. I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks. It hurt so wonderfully much. I quivered, aching for the flogger to fall again and again and again.

THUD!

I wanted it all so much. I craved it more than I could possibly admit. I was so happy to have it. The flail swished, but it didn’t fall. It landed beside me. I whimpered, wandering what she was doing next. I shuddered, listening to sounds.

Movement.

Rustling.

I moaned in anticipation, so wet and eager to find out what this would be. I was so grateful to have her spanking me. It would be so nice to have her doing that to me. I burned for it. Yearned for it. Craved it more than anything else.

The dildo nuzzled into my pussy lips. I smiled from ear to ear as she thrust into me. She buried the toy into my cunt. I groaned at the heat stabbing into my twat. My eyes rolled back into my head. It was an amazing moment.

An absolute thrill to have her dildo in my cunt. She gripped my hips as I moaned in abject bliss. She drew back her hips, my cunt gripping that dildo. The pleasure rippled through me. Such wonderful delight.

She buried back into me.

Her rump slapped into my butt-cheeks.

Pain burned across my ass.

I squealed into the gag.

I chewed on it as she pumped away at me. She fucked into me with such passion. She pounded me with such joy. I loved it so much. I groaned, savoring the way she thrust into me. It was so good having her churning me up.

“That’s what you are!” she snarled. “My bound bitch!”

I moaned in agreement, my asshole clenching down on the butt plug as she fucked my cunt.

“My dyke whore I use when I feel like it!”

I wanted her to use me whenever Zach didn’t need me. My brother-husband always came first.

That wonderful shaft buried into me. Mistress Sable fucked me with such passion. She thrust into me with such delight. It was a treat to have her thrusting the dildo into me. It was just a wonderful moment. I groaned at it. I reveled it.

I hurtled closer and closer to cumming. I rushed toward that moment of bliss as she fucked me with all that she had. It was amazing having her do that. I loved every last second of it. I whimpered and moaned, rising toward the moment of bursting.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re my little fucktoy!” she moaned.

I squealed in agreement, my orgasm building and building with her every thrust.

“Oh, yes, yes, you dyke whore!” she moaned and grabbed the butt plug. She ripped it out of my asshole.

I gasped as the wide base popped out of my asshole so fast. It hurt but in such a wondrous way. The heat melted into my cunt as she fucked away at me. She left the butt plug’s tip drilling against my sore asshole.

She slammed into my pussy with that dildo. She churned me up. It was glorious having her fucking me like that. I loved that so much. I savored her plunging away at me. I loved every last second of her fucking me with all that she had.

“Oh, my god,” she groaned. “Yes, yes!”

She pushed the butt plug into my asshole as she fucked my cunt. My pussy gripped the toy as my asshole spread wider and wider. I groaned as she popped it into my asshole. It felt so good sliding into my bowels.

I shuddered at that heat. It was so special having her fucking my cunt and drilling into my asshole over and over again. I loved every last second of this treat. I fucked into her bowels with all the force that I had.

“Oh, my god, that’s good!” she groaned as she fucked my cunt and asshole.

My sphincter stretched wide to swallow the cone only for her to pull back. My pussy clamped down on the toy. The delights swirled through me. They were all so good. So amazing. So different to experience.

She rammed the butt plug all the way into me. I squealed at the heat bursting through me. She buried the dildo into my cunt, her crotch slapping my burning rump. It all exploded in me. My sinful and glorious orgasm.

My pussy convulsed around her dildo.

My asshole spasmed around the butt plug.

She drew back the toy as the waves of rapture smothered all thoughts from my mind. She slammed back into me and gasped out in delight. Mistress Sable joined me in ecstasy. The dildo stirred around in my writhing cunt.

I moaned into the gag, my eyes rolling back in my head. Waves of darkness washed across my vision. It was such a good moment. Such a wonderful rush to have all this pleasure sweeping through me. I groaned as I hit my peak.

I felt so wondrous.

Just so glorious.

My peak quivered through me. It was a splendid moment. I savored every last second of it. My body buzzed with the delight of my wonderful mistress fucking me. I felt so good as she ripped the dildo out of me.

Chapter Twelve

Susannah Augustine

I felt so good as I knelt there. I could just float away.

Mistress Sable grabbed me by the cuffs and hauled me off the bed.

I whimpered into the gag at the pain in my joints. I felt so wonderfully helpless. My legs wobbled, watery from my orgasm. It still buzzed through me. She shoved me down the hallway and to the stairs. I went down them before her, my asshole clenching on the butt plug. It shifted around in me. She marched me to a study.

Zach was in there working on schoolwork. He glanced up at the sight of me. He smiled as I was marched forward. Sable shoved me down to my knees and pushed my head into his thigh. He absently stroked my blonde hair.

“Was she a good girl?” he asked.

“I had to gag her. She started talking all that god nonsense.”

“Good for her,” he said.

Mistress Sable growled and marched out. Zach chuckled. “Have fun?”

I stared up at him and nodded, savoring the warmth of his thigh on my cheek. I stared at his cock. He was hard and wet. I smelled the judge’s pussy on him. She had taken care of him. Good, good. I closed my eyes.

“Do you want the gag off?” he asked.

I moaned into it and shook my head.

“Okay.” He stroked my hair again and went back to his homework. He was such a great man. He would change the world.

I just wanted to help him. I wanted to be with him every step of the way.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“So pick your wives!” I said to the group of twenty youths and twenty girls. The larges one yet. This was the third time recruiting for the cult. The others were watching this new group, all pared up and ready for the sacred orgy to cum. “Pick your wives, strip them naked, and eat their pussies. Feast on their cunts and show them that you love them like I love my mother.”

My mother stepped out naked as the men picked them. She was so lovely. Her stomach had just a hint of swell, her pregnancy showing. I had bred her. She would have my firstborn. Moira would have number two.

I dropped to my knees before her. My mother deserved treatments like this. Susannah watched, though she didn’t sit. Sable had welted my poor sister-wife’s ass, but she had enjoyed it. She reveled in it. She still wore her butt plug.

“Yes, yes, pick your wives as our prophet has revealed,” said my high priestess. She was getting naked now. Her husband was by her side, ready to eat her out.

“Mmm, I’m one of your wives, aren’t I?” Mom purred.

“Yes, you are,” I said as she pressed my face into her thick bush and to the wet folds of her pussy. “You, Susannah, even Moira.”

My tongue flicked through her folds. I licked at her with such passion. My tongue stroked through her delicious petals. I brushed her clit. She gasped as I did that. I loved watching Mom’s breasts sway. They were so big and plump. She was a gorgeous woman.

The only thing my asshole father and I agreed on. Mom was hot.

I loved feasting on her pregnant pussy. I came from this hole. Moira chanted in the background, binding all forty of these young men and women to me. This would be our church. We would spread. They would be my base.

I would use them to climb the political rungs.

“Mmm, Zach,” Mom moaned as I stroked my tongue through her spicy pussy. I gripped her bubbly ass. She smiled down at me, her brown eyes twinkling. “That’s so good. Mmm, just like that!”

I thrust my tongue into her pussy and swirled around in her. I wanted her to gasp out. I wanted her to cry out with all the passion she had. I wanted her moans to resound through the room. My tongue flicked through her folds.

She tasted so damned good.

I danced my tongue around in her. I licked her with all that I had. Her spiciness soaked my tongue. The women were gasping. Moaning. They were enjoying themselves as their new husbands feasted on them. They would be married for life.

They would always have each other, but in this room, those girls were everyone’s wives. Especially mine. I would enjoy fucking them. I would revel in them. My tongue flicked around Mom’s cunt. I stroked about in her. It was just a delicious treat to flick about in her.

I darted my tongue through her fold. I lapped at her with everything I had. Mom threw back her head. I danced my tongue around in her cunt. I feasted on her with all that I had. It was such a good time. She whimpered as I nibbled on her clit.

“Oh, you’re such a good son,” she moaned. “My wonderful man! My husband! I love you, Zach!”

“Love you, Mom! Until the end of time!”

My tongue found her clit. I stroked over her bud. I loved licking her. It was so good to feast on her clit. To stroke my tongue over her folds. I loved how she bucked. I savored how she quivered. Her boobs swayed from side to side.

“Oh, my, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Ooh, you’re so good at that. You’re amazing.”

I nibbled on her.

“Oh, eyes, yes, that’s it!” She threw back her head. Her big boobs bounced. She drowned me in her pussy juices. “Zach!”

I loved licking up her cunt cream. I feasted on her with all that I had. It was just an amazing delight to stroke my tongue through her folds. It was a wondrous treat to lick my tongue through them all. I savored every last second of it.

My tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her with all that I had. It was just so wondrous to bury my tongue into her snatch. I flicked about in her, kneading her. It was a wild delight. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue.

I savored every last second of feasting on her. Juices gushed out. They spilled down my chin. I loved it so much. I savored devouring her. I gripped her rump as my dick was so hard. The other women were moaning.

“Mom!” I growled. “Hands and knees!”

“Yes, honey!” she broke from me and knelt before those twenty couples. The girls were all naked. An array of breasts quivered before me. Small. Large. Conical. Puffy nipples. Fat nubs. So many delights. “Fuck me!”

I unzipped my jeans and pressed my cock into my mom’s black bush, savoring the silky caress against the crown of my dick. I loved it. I savored that heat. I buried to the hilt in her. Her pussy squeezed down around me.

It was a perfect treat. A wondrous delight. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked her with force. I churned up my other’s pussy before the cult. Susannah moaned, her mother eating her pussy. I loved the sight. Mrs. Fillmore shuddered as her husband devoured her cunt.

It was beautiful to witness all that passion.

My hands stroked up and down my mom’s sides as I fucked her bred pussy. I rammed my dick into her pussy again and again. I savored how her pregnant twat gripped me. She held me tight with her cunt. She massaged me as I fucked her hard and fast.

I thrust her with force. I pounded her with all that I had. It was so glorious to have her cunt massaging me. I savored every last second of pumping away at her cunt. I savored slamming to the hilt in her snatch.

It was such a perfect treat. It was wonderful. My nuts slapped into her bush. Her hot twat gripped me. She wiggled her hips, stirring her cunt around my dick. The silky delight of her pussy swelled me toward my orgasm.

“Oh, my husband!” gasped a redhead with cute tits. I would fuck her first. Pop her cherry and dump my load in her. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so amazing!”

I savored the other whimpers. Girls were cumming now. They were drowning their new husbands in pussy cream. I slammed to the hilt in my mother’s pussy, reveling in being a prophet. I could feel the forty people before me worshiping me.

They followed me. Me. I groaned, reveling in that. I knew this would be something to behold. It would be outstanding. I loved it so much. I savored that heat as I fucked into her cunt with all that I had. It was just a delicious moment.

I fucked her with force. I pounded her with all that I had. I slammed into her again and again. It was just a perfect delight to have her pussy gripping me. She squeezed her twat down around me. I buried into her with all that I had.

It was amazing.

Wondrous.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s going to make my cock erupt. Shit, Mom! I’m going to flood you with my cum!”

“Please, please,” she moaned, rocking back and forth. Her butt-cheeks rippled. “I love you so much, Zach!”

The pressure grew and grew at the tip of my cock. I hurtled toward the bursting point. Toward that moment when I would erupt in her. I grunted, slamming my dick into her pussy. Her cunt squeezed down on me. She held me tight, the pressure in my nuts rising toward the bursting point.

I plowed into my mother’s cunt and she gasped, “Oh, Zach, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

She spasmed about me in such a fantastic manner. It was so good having her pussy rippling around me. I groaned in delight at the heat of her cunt writhing around me. It was such a perfect treat. I was in heaven here.

“Cum in me!” Mom moaned. “Please, please, flood me! I wish you could breed me right now!”

“I’ll breed you over and over, Mom!” I growled and buried into her. “That’s your role.”

Nisha nodded in complete agreement as she watched.

My cock erupted into her pussy. I spurted my cum into her. It was so amazing to have all that jizz flooding her twat. I groaned with each eruption. The pleasure slammed into me. It was so good having all that delight rushing through me.

I groaned with each blast of cum. I flooded her with all that I had. It was a fantastic delight. A wondrous rush of bliss. Her cunt writhed around me. It was an amazing passion. I grunted with each spurt of cum I fired into her twat.

I pumped her cunt full of my cum. I spilled every drop of jizz I had into her. It was incredible. A big smile spread on my lips. I loved all that delight. It was an amazing rush to have it shooting through me. I groaned with delight.

I loved every last second of this passion. It was amazing. Just fantastic to enjoy. I sucked in a deep breath. I feel so good right now. Just so great. I smiled from ear to ear as her cunt writhed around my dick. I loved it.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”

“It is,” she moaned as my followers were shuddering. Their breasts jiggled. This would be a wonderful night. Charles survived today’s attack, but we would find a way. Moira was on her research.

My sister would not fail me.

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Charles Swartzenburg II

After two weeks first in Tacoma General then in the jail’s infirmary, I was back in my cell. It was a miracle I had survived. I shouldn’t have. I should be dead right now, but I had sacrificed Wayne’s life so that I could live.

I had that level of power.

I was unkillable. Zach had taken another shot. I knew he had arranged it. That whole ploy was a setup. They put us in position at the same time. The guy who stabbed me was in solitary confinement. He would be a pawn of Zach.

A man facing life in prison that Zach’s witch enchanted to kill me. A good attack. Almost worked. Almost. He should have just put a bullet in my head, but he cared about his reputation. He had to be seen as a good man.

He sacrificed my mother for a spell.

He was not a good man.

He was a peasant who spat in his betters’ faces. He had to learn his place once more crushed beneath the boot. This entire world had to learn that lesson again. Mankind had gotten too comfortable with freedom. They forgot they were all slaves toiling beneath their master’s whip.

The whip was invisible. It had grown lax. Men like my father had let things go too far. I could see that now. It was why a serf-like Zach thought he could rebel without repercussion. I had taken him lightly, and paid for that mistake.

My mother paid for that mistake.

“You need anything, Sir?” asked my first disciple. Bubba Ducain. A petty guard with ambitions beyond his reach. Too dumb to be a threat but not too stupid to be useless. “Better pain killers?”

“No,” I said. The last thing I wanted was an addiction. “I won’t feel it when I’m in communication with Gabriel, my son.”

“Food?” He grinned. “Some pussy from the female prisoners?”

“I don’t think I’m up for that,” I said. And it was risky. Zach liked to use women. He surrounded himself with a private harem.

“Sure, sure,” Bubba said. “I’ll let you…” His radio squeaked. “Really? They say your mother is here to see you.”

I sat up, wincing at the pain. I was still healing. “My mother? Here?”

“Yep.”

A shiver ran through me. Why was she here after abandoning me? It was Ashtaroth, of course. I forced myself to stand. “Well, I can’t keep my mother waiting.”

Bubba smiled and opened the door. It wasn’t locked. I could have free reign of this place, but my cell in solitary was fine. Maybe I would get a female prisoner to share it. And to pass along to my guards. But I had to be careful.

The last thing I needed was an outside investigation. In fact, Zach had to know I had the prison guards under my control. I couldn’t let there be an excuse for outside powers to come here and find any issues. This had to be carefully done.

I limped with Bubba through the prison, my heart pounding with an eagerness. I knew she was here to fuck with me. Ashtaroth was not to be trusted, but to see my mother’s beautiful face even under the demon’s control…

My heart sang with joy.

We reached the visitor center. There she was. Blonde hair framing her lush and mature face. She wore a low-cut top that showed off her magnificent expanse of pale bosom. A smile played on her ruby lips.

Cold burned in her blue eyes.

I lowered myself to the seat and took the phone on my side. She glanced at hers, her eyebrows furrowing, before she understood what it was. I supposed she entered a world of smartphones and didn’t know much about the old sort.

“There is my son,” she cooed into the receiver. “Still on the mend?”

“I was stabbed thirty times, Mother,” I said, ignoring the discomfort. “Here to gloat after abandoning me?”

“I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I’m concerned about you.” Her smile grew wicked. “Shouldn’t a mother be worried for her son?”

“You’re not my mother.” I peered into her eyes. Past that demon toward the trapped soul. “I will save you, Mom. I promise.”

“How touching,” she said. “You need strength to do that.”

“I might surprise you.”

“Yes, yes, you have grown strong in here. You are showing real promise now.” She leaned back. “Perhaps, it was a mistake to discard you in favor of your brother.”

“My brother?”

Ashtaroth burst into laughter.

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Sable Newport

My mother’s tongue stroked up and down my pussy when my phone rang. It was one of the deputies. I grabbed it off the limo’s seat, savoring the incestuous caress of my submissive mommy. I swiped the screen, seeing it was Deputy Krystal Greene.

“Yes?” I asked.

“She just visited her son,” said the cop.

“Who?” I asked, pleasure building in me.

“Eleanor Swartzenburg. The demon woman. She’s in the visitor room right now. I’ll follow her when she leaves.”

I shoved my mother from my pussy and stood. I dialed Zach.

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