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Chapter Fifteen

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I lead my twin sister downstairs to perform the ritual, Moira bouncing with excitement. I reached the bottom and entered the dungeon. All the sex toys and bondage still hung on the walls, but the mats that had been spread over the floor were missing.

They were piled up into a corner so that the cement floor was bare. In it, was the gold magical circle I had created. Moira gasped in shock. She rushed to it, her dyed-purple hair swaying around her shoulders. She ran her bare foot over it and shivered.

“You’ve sanctified this with a goddess?” she asked in surprise, turning to look at me.

I had.

Nisha nodded.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well then,” said Moira. “I assume we have to fuck.”

“I have to fill you with cum,” I said, following Nisha’s instructions. Things had been going so well since I just stopped questioning her advice and followed her ideas.

It was why I created Nisha. She was to come up with ideas that I hadn’t thought about. She had allowed me to collect my women and now this ritual. It was strange she hadn’t given me a ritual in a while. Real strange, but I suppose that was just how things worked out.

She sank to her knees in the middle of the pentagram. Her legs spread wide as she leaned back, sitting on her rump. She laid down on her back, her pussy dripping with excitement. She massaged her small breasts.

“Let’s do it, big bro!” she squealed.

I smiled at my little sister, eager to bury into her. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I ached to bury into her flesh and help to power this magical circle. I dropped to my knees, my cock bobbing before me. I would fuck her hard. Just pound her snatch hard.

She licked her lips as I nuzzled my cock into her cunt, savoring her silky folds. She groaned as I pushed into her cunt. I slid into her twat. She felt so amazing around me. It was just incredible to have her engulfing me. It was always amazing to slide into hot pussy.

Just amazing.

“That’s what I love,” groaned Moira. “My big brother’s dick in my bred pussy.”

“Mmm, so bred,” cooed Nisha, a hungry gleam in her eyes.

I drew back my cock, Moira’s thighs wrapping around my waist. Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I groaned, fucking her hard. I loved the way she massaged me. I thrust into her snatch, burying deep and hard into her pussy. She massaged me with her silky twat.

My nuts slapped into her flesh. It was a glorious treat to fuck her like that. I pounded her hard and fast, savoring the way she felt about me. I was just in heaven here. I groaned with each thrust into her twat, pounding her with force.

She was spectacular. She massaged me with every inch of that hot flesh. I groaned as I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed into her again and again. She held me with such a wonderful cunt. I groaned, burying into her with all that I had.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Ooh, fuck my pregnant twat!”

I pounded her bred pussy. I loved the way she gripped me. Her twat felt amazing around my cock. I groaned with each plunge into her twat. It was incredible to fuck my sister’s pussy. This ritual would give me more power.

Nisha watched, her eyes burning hot. I groaned, fucking into my little sister’s cunt. I pounded her with fore. It was so good to fuck her like that. I enjoyed that hot flesh. I fucked her so hard. I enjoyed that wonderful cunt gripping me.

I fucked her so hard. I slammed into her twat. I fucked her with all that I had. It was just incredible to bury my sister’s snatch. I slammed into her cunt with force. I loved the feel of her around me. She gripped my cock with her silky snatch.

“Make her squeal on that cock,” purred Nisha.

“Yes,” I growled, fucking that slut hard. I buried into her twat again and again. I fucked her with force. It was just so good to hammer her. I loved it so much. I fucked her with all that I had. It was a wonderful moment. I groaned, fucking her hard and fast. I slammed into her snatch with force. She gasped out as I did that.

“Shit, yes!” I growled. “Oh, shit, that’s good.”

My sister moaned out in delight as her pussy brought me closer and closer to cumming. I would flood her twat with my jizz. I could not wait to fill her cunt with my spunk. I would flood her with every last drop of cum that I had.

The power hummed through the magic circle. I fucked her hard on it, aching to spill my load into her twat. I slammed into her flesh. She squeezed her cunt down on me. She held me tight as I fucked her with all that I had.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned, my hands roaming over her pregnant belly. “That’s so good. I love my big brother’s cock fucking me!”

“I bet you do,” I growled. “Just a little slut for my dick!”

“I’m a petite and cute slut for your dick, big brother!” she gasped, her pussy clamping down on my rod. “Yes!”

Her cunt writhed around my cock. I groaned, savoring that wonderful heat. It was so incredible to have her writhing around me. It was incredible to fuck into her snatch. I pounded her hard and fast. I slammed into her hot flesh as I enjoyed her twat writhing around me.

I buried to the hilt in her and grunted, “Fuck!”

I erupted.

The circle hummed.

My cum spurted into her pussy as her twat writhed around me. The pleasure shot through me. It was incredible to have all that ecstasy rushing through my body. She whimpered, her pussy milking my cock as the words rose in my mind.

Nisha leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Goddess of Fertility and War, Queen of the Sacred Pole, bless this vessel to give me power to rule!” I repeated as I pumped the cum into her snatch.

I flooded her with my spunk and power. Moira gasped, her cunt writhing around my cock. “What?” Her eyes widened as I savored the pleasure shooting through me. “Wait, wait, big brother! That’s a prayer to Ashtaroth!”

I froze, my nuts unloading into my twin sister’s cunt, her pussy milking me.

Nisha shook her head. “She’s mistaken. You must finish the right. Hurry.” Nisha trembled in delight as she stroked my cheek. “Complete the ritual and make me a sacrifice.”

I was shocked by that. “Sacrifice?”

She arched an eyebrow as if she was surprised I would question her. “Only of the baby. Offer me your unborn son. Sacrifice him to me, and you shall have the power to rule this world.”

“Big brother?” whispered Moira, her pussy spasming around my cock one last time. “This is wrong.”

“This is how power is achieved,” Nisha said, her words sounding so…

Right.

So correct.

I had agreed to listen to Nisha, so why would I ever question her?

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Susannah Augustine

I was so tired after having fun with Zach and Sable and Moira. Those two were heading downstairs for one of their sacred rituals. Moira was a good witch. A priestess, really, who howled her brother. Wasn’t that nice of her?

I laid down on the couch, my boobs covered in clothespins. They hurt, but I was just so darn sleepy. I closed my eyes and fell into a warm darkness. I felt cradled there. A light blossomed. I shuddered in joy.

I felt this light resonating with energy rising from below as if the sacred rite my brother-husband conducted with our sister had conjured this light. It approached me. In the radiance, the shape of a woman appeared.

An angel.

“Nisha,” I said in delight as the busty angel stopped before me. I hadn’t seen her well during that vision months ago. “You’re here to speak with me?”

The angel’s mouth moved. She spoke animatedly.

I shook my head. “I can’t hear you.”

A look of frustration swept over her. Was the Devil stopping her from speaking? She studied me then smiled. She swooped closer to me and cupped my face. I smiled at her and melted into her lips. She had given me my first orgasm.

She had shown me that a deep, hidden desire to be with women was okay. So long as I did it with Zach, to please him and serve my husband, then I could have all the women I craved. I could be a lezzie-slave to my sexy Mistress.

I groaned into Nisha’s lips. Our mouths worked together. I trembled at the dizzying warmth that swept through me. This was such a glorious moment. She broke the kiss, her eyes burning so hot as she stared at me.

Her lips moved again.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She nodded and pushed down my body. Her hands squeezed my tits. I didn’t have them covered in clothespins here. I shuddered as she kneaded them before she ducked her head down. She nuzzled between my thighs.

To my cunt full of Zach’s cum.

“Yes, yes, we have to deepen our connection,” I said. “That’s why you put me to sleep.”

The angel nodded, a desperate look in her eyes. Something was going on. She really needed to speak with me. I felt the darkness quiver. She looked down. It was the sacred rite. Something about it brought her here.

She licked at me with passion. I gasped as she stroked her tongue through my pussy folds. She found my pierced clit and batted my new adornment. I didn’t have that before. I groaned in delight as she feasted on me with passion.

“Ooh, lick all that cum out of my pussy!” I moaned, squeezing my thighs around her head. She had black hair, I realized. And a dusky face. She was Middle Eastern.

Of course, she was Jewish being an angel. That made sense.

She stroked her tongue through my folds. She lapped at me with such delight. It was so good to have her feasting on me like that. I shivered through all that delight. It was so good to have her feasting on me with such passion. I groaned, her tongue stroking through my folds.

I gasped in delight, my back arching as she did that. She lapped up all the cum that spilled out of my pussy. She stroked through my folds, caressing me. She drove me wild with her licking. Her lapping. She knew what she was doing. She had such a wonderful skill at feasting on me. I groaned at the heat of this moment.

Her tongue thrust into my pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes, Nisha!” I moaned, my thighs gripping the angel’s wonderful head. “Feast on me. Lick me clean of my big brother’s cum. You have to devour every bit of his cum out of me, don’t you?”

She moaned into my cunt, her tongue dancing around in me. It was so good to feel her doing that to me. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side as she did that. It was just an awesome moment. She scooped his spunk out of me.

“Feast on my brother husband’s jizz in me,” I moaned. “Oh, lick it all out of me. That’s so good. You’re just driving me wild. I am going to cum!”

Nisha must be moaning. I mean, how could she not be groaning her enjoyment as she scooped out my husband’s taboo cum from my dripping cunt. It was just wonderful to have her feasting on me like that. I rose toward that wonderful moment when I would cum.

I would have a huge climax. It would be fantastic to have all that pleasure sweeping over me. I humped against her. I loved every last second of this heat. It was fabulous to have her tonguing me with such passion. I whimpered as she licked and lapped at me.

She flicked up to my clit again. She batted my new piercing.

“Don’t you love that, Nisha?” I whimpered as she brushed me. “Isn’t that just awesome?”

She licked my clit again.

“Yes, yes, you know it is. I love it. Ooh, just like me. Lap at me. You’re driving me wild. That’s just so hot. I love every second of it. I’m going to drown you!”

The angel suckled on my clit. She licked at me. She didn’t have wings right now, either, but I knew this was Nisha. Her cute ass wiggled back and forth as she suckled on me. I felt Zach in her. I knew that she loved him as much as I did.

That she was as close to him as I was.

“Nisha!” I moaned. “Nisha!”

She suckled hard on my clit as she thrust a pair of fingers into my pussy.

I burst in delight.

My cunt writhed. I bucked through the ecstasy. The juices swept through my body. I groaned at the heat washing through me. It was just so good to have all that rapture sweeping through my body. I groaned as she lapped up my juices.

“Nisha!” I gasped, my cunt writhing around her digits.

She ripped her face from my pussy, cream running down her chin. “Can you hear me now? I don’t have much time. The ritual is almost finished.”

“I can hear you,” I moaned.

“You have to stop Zach!” Nisha stared at me. He’s going to kill Moira’s baby and be enslaved to Ashtaroth. She’s taken on my form and deceived him!”

My orgasm crested in me. Nisha flowed into me, the light flowing through my body.

My eyes snapped open.

Fear shot me to my feet. I bolted upright and ripped off the clothespins on my tits, hardly feeling the painful sounds. Sable blinked at me. She stood by the door, guarded by the two deputies. They hadn’t let her follow Zach and Moira downstairs.

“We have to stop the ritual, Sable!” I cried.

“What?” she demanded.

I rushed to the stairs, but Officer Brook and Deputy Krystal wouldn’t let me pass. The naked women shook their heads. I huffed and tried again. They pushed me back with even stronger denials. They both stared at me with determination.

“Let me by!” I stamped my foot, my boobs jiggling.

“No one is allowed down there,” Officer Brook said.

I looked back at Sable. She had a confused look on her face.

“Order them to let me pass!” I snapped.

Anger replaced confusion. A dangerous look gleamed in her eyes. “You do not give me orders, slave.”

“I am his wife, first!” I hissed back. “Right now, I am not your sex slave. This is not a game! He’s going to become Ashtoreth’s slave. He’s about to make a deal with the demon.”

“And gain real power?” Sable arched an eyebrow. “Is he sacrificing Moira?”

“Yes!” I gasped. Nisha said Moira’s baby, but how could he do that without sacrificing her, too.

Sable wavered. She looked conflicted. Her expression hardened after a moment. “Let her pass!”

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Why would I even question Nisha?

I slid out of my sister. She was bound to the circle by the spell, her eyes widening. She struggled, trying to break free. The circle glowed. Hummed, Primed. Nisha stared at me and nodded. I had agreed to follow her. My heart raced.

Was I really doing this?

“For power,” she said.

I rose smoothly from her. Is turned and headed toward the bag of supplies. From it, I drew out a knife. Now I understood why I had Alanna buy this with the other supplies. I moved back toward my sister, breathing heavily. I gripped the knife without hesitating, shouting echoing upstairs.
I didn’t let those cries distract me. I had to follow Nisha’s words.

“Please!” Moira screamed as she squirmed on the magic circle, my cum dripping out of her pussy. “This isn’t the way, Zach.”

“It is.” Nisha words bound me. “You promised to follow my words”

This is wrong, I thought, fighting against the certainty that held me.

“This is the way to get power,” Nisha said. “Real power. You saw what killing Charles’s mother accomplished. Hundreds of minds were wiped of their memory of Mrs. Augustine. That was done with a stranger sacrificed. This… This will empower you to such heights. You will give you the might to face your father.”

I dropped to my knees.

“She won’t die,” said Nisha. “It’s just the baby. No different from an abortion. Just some clump of cells.”

True. Not a human. Not yet.

Then why will it give me power if the fetus isn’t a real human life?

I stared at Moira’s belly. This was the way. I had to do this. A shortcut that would save so many other lives.

The lie you tell yourself because you want this, part of me thought. You want to be just like that motherfucker who abandoned us. Just like Dad.

That thought angered me. I was nothing like my father. I would crush him. I had to be strong.

“She will live. She will have other children. This one life will let you save the world.”

The shouts grew louder upstairs.

This is not the way!

That was the weak part of me talking. The part of me that loved that whore Susannah. The weak part of me would be destroyed by my father if I didn’t rise to his level. Nisha’s words resonated with me.

“He has sacrificed your brother,” whispered Nisha. “To Molech. You think you can face that man without making your own sacrifice.”

Lies! Lies! Lies!

But they weren’t lies. They rang with truth.

“Your father will destroy you all without this,” Nisha said.

She was right.

I can find a way.

Weak words. Cowardly words.

“Why are you serving Ashtaroth, big brother?” Moira demanded, tears in her eyes.

I raised the dagger high as footsteps raced down the stairs. I focused on Moira’s belly. I could feel Nisha guiding my strike. She would make sure I hit the small child. Then I would heal Moira with the power I gained.

Susannah appeared at the base of the stairs, racing at me. Her big tits bounced. A clothespin flicked off. She jumped at me, screaming my name.

I plunged my dagger into my sister’s womb.

Susannah appeared before me, dropping down to protect Moira. The blade slammed into Susannah’s breast. It ripped through her big boob and plunged into her breast. Blood spilled around the blade as she screamed in pain, falling back on Moira.

She lay on Moira, the blood spilling out into the ritual.

Nisha smiled. “Well, her life will only add to the power since she gave it freely.”

I stared at Nisha in shock.

“You can get another wife,” said Nisha. “One that isn’t a complete whore like her. One you can respect. Now, finish the ritual before the spell ends. Before you miss this chance, Zach.”

Right. I pushed Susannah to the side and wrenched out the dagger from her chest. Blood covered her breasts. She croaked, her blue eyes staring at me. I raised the dagger to finish the work, Moira screaming and thrashing.

A drop of blood landed on her pale stomach.

“That’s not… Nisha…” Susannah croaked. “She’s… in me…” She raised a bloody hand and rubbed my cheek. “That’s… Ashtaroth…”

I stared up at Nisha. She smiled at me and…

I could see it in her eyes. It was Ashtaroth. A cold chill ran through me. Ever since the explosion, my thought form had been pressing me toward this moment. Having me whip my women. Abuse Susannah. Use them.

Ready me to sacrifice my son.

“I have,” Ashtaroth said, reading my mind. “Sacrifice your son to me, and I shall give you the power to defeat your father. Without it, he shall kill you.”

I believed her. I did not stand a chance without making the sacrifice.

“I’ll hate you!” Moira screamed at me. “This is wrong! This is his way! You were right to be mad at me for killing Charles’s mother!”

“Don’t…” whimpered Susannah, her blue eyes closing. She was dying. Her bloody tits rose and fell slower and slower.

“You need to sacrifice him or you will lose,” Ashtaroth said.

“I know,” I said, staring at Moira’s belly. Another drop fell on her lower belly. On her womb. My child was beneath. My son.

I closed my eyes. If I wanted to win, I had to make sacrifices. I had to be cold. Ruthless.

I slammed the dagger downward.

“You idiot!” roared Nisha.

I didn’t bury it into my sister’s side. Instead, I slammed it into the gold ring of the magic circle. The glowing light vanished. Energy cracked through the room. Moira gasped and bolted upright, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Save her!” I gasped, pointing at Susannah. “Now. Hurry!”

Nisha moved toward me, shaking her head. She slammed her hands down on my chest. I screamed as she plunged into my soul. She grasped it and pushed into me. She flowed into my body. I screamed in agony as she was entering my soul. No, she was pushing my soul from my body as she sought to take it over.

She sought to possess me.

I screamed in agony as I thrashed on the ground, unable to stop her from entering me.

“You gave your seed,” Ashtaroth purred through my body. “That day in the limousine. You gave me your seed and made yourself mine. I own you, and I will use you. If you won’t seize power, then you’ll be my mindless puppet!”

I battled against her, but…

Susannah, lying dead on the ground, filled my mind. I had killed her. I had killed my sister-wife.
Despair filled me.

The will to resist left me. I had murdered Susannah.

She overpowered me.

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Ashtaroth

He surrendered so easily.

I filled up his body. This was not what I wanted. I wanted him to chain himself to me through murder. To make me his patron goddess and give me sacrifices. Still, having his body was a… consolation prize. I could have so much fun.

I rose to find Moira, her hands pressing on Susannah’s chest, trying to stymie the blood flow. The fool thought she was dead. She probably was, but she hadn’t perished, yet. I hardly cared as I marched to the stairs where Sable stood, the two cops behind her. Both looked… afraid.

“Zach?” she asked, staring at me warily.

“That’s not him!” screamed Moira. “He’s possessed!”

Sable barked, “Taser him!”

I laughed and unleashed my power.

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Mary Black

I lay on my side. Bound. Gagged.

The vehicle drove for a while as I was bounced around. It climbed a steep hill, stopping at lights. I felt like I was in downtown Tacoma. Then the vehicle turned and stopped. Gates rattled open. The jail? Those two deputies had brought me to the jail?

To Charles.

A new wave of fear washed through me. The vehicle drove into a parking garage. The doors came down. I stared at the back door of the SUV. The hatch opened revealing Lizzie. She looked befuddled, her eyes unfocused as she stood in her maid’s uniform.

Behind her, Charles appeared and smiled.

“Let’s begin the ritual,” he said. “My mother deserves to have a body again.”

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