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Chapter Seventeen

Charles Swartzenburg II

My heart thrummed with excitement as my hands were cuffed before me.

“Just for show,” said Bubba. He didn’t even make the loose.

I nodded.

I wore an orange jumpsuit. I was being taken out of here for a very special ritual. My mother had been reborn in the body of my half-brother’s daughter. It was time to age her up. It was time to have my mother back.

I climbed into the back of the police van. We were heading to the sight for the ritual. I was excited. My heart pounded. I was jittery as I sat in the back with Bubba. He was the first of the guards I had corrupted. I had promised him women.

He had some nubile thing, one of the missionaries.

I would have my mother back. My trial was about to begin. I would be sentenced to the Clallam Bay Correction Center. Already, the missionaries had taken over the place. I had a special “cell” being prepared. I would have my mother there and my delicious Lizzie.

She entered next, in her own jumpsuit. “I can’t wait to meet Momma again, Daddy!”

She still was under this delusion I was her father even though she was a few years older than me. It was how I claimed her. “You’ll love her. We’ll be a family.”

She beamed.

Bubba grinned, too. He tapped his legs as the jail van pulled out. We weren’t heading to court but to a church. For a ritual. It was midsummer. You’d never know it from the rain striking the dashboard. Thunder rumbled ahead.

“Summer storms,” said Bubba. “Supposed to be a nasty one. Might have power outages. Trees coming down. Strange time to have a storm.”

I shrugged, the hairs on my arms standing up. I leaned back, closing my eyes. I tried to control my eagerness on the drive. It took thirty minutes to work our way out of downtown, get on the Freeway, and head out to South Hill and the church. The temple to the Angel Nisha.

My brother’s fake religion.

His sister’s magic had twisted them. Turned them. They would all be there. A massive orgy that would power the spell. The ritual would be intense. I listened to the rain drumming on the roof. The van swayed, buffeted by the wind.

“Damn, she is blowing hard,” the driver shouted. Another guard under my domination.

“The world’s just excited that my mother is about to be restored to me,” I said.

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Governor Christine Locke

The wind howled and the rain poured as I marched onto the bluffs overlooking the gray Pacific Ocean. We were deep in the Copalis National Wildlife Refuge. A special place our cult maintained for our rituals.

Ba’al Zaphon was eager for it. The storm raged, slamming waves against the black rocks. The trees behind me creaked beneath our Lord’s fury. I savored it as the cold soaked my white robes. They molded to my body, my breasts bleeding through the fabric.

I was eager for my meeting next week with Zach, but this was more exciting. To perform the fertility right for Ba’al Zaphon was a glorious honor. His rain fell to the ground, his seed that would fertilize the earth to start the crops growing again.

The Ba’al Cycle repeated year after year.

My fertile womb stood ready to conceive a child that could then be sacrificed to please Ba’al. He would continue to bless us. He would lift me to the presidency. I shuddered at that as the celebrants lined the road.

Men and women. Powerful men and women.

Senators. Representatives. Republicans and Democrats. Political affiliations did not matter. We worked together to guide our state to Ba’al’s will, pretending we warred with each other to keep the people distracted.

To keep them divided.

I was the High Priestess of Ba’al the Cloudrider. He approached us on his storm. I could feel him in the angry clouds boiling overhead. The winds grew fiercer. His passion ravaged the state. I trembled as I approached the High Priest.

Speaker of the House Dave Rossi. He was my political opponent to the world, but he waited for me. His seed would plant the sacrifice in my belly. The new life that would be offered up to Ba’al for his blessing.

Standing over him was our magus. She would conduct the ritual. Outside of here, she was Bishop Amanda Malone of the United Methodist Church, the chaplain at the state’s Capitol Building. My spiritual adviser. The Black woman waited in robes of red that billowed behind her, ready for the ritual.

The others I passed were powerful men and women. Sean Kavanaugh, the head of Washington State’s DNC; Helen Boatswain, Chief Justice of Washington State’s Supreme Court; John Cantwell, Chief of the Washington State Patrol and head cop of the state; and more of the powerful. Rich men. Civic leaders. The Mayor of Seattle. The Attorney General. The Secretary of State. The President of the Washington Chapter of the NAACP. More and more. Five hundred standing in the rain for the blessing.

My husband was not among them. That made this all the more sweeter. He thought I was a faithful wife. A loving wife. I quivered with my excitement.

The supplicants closed ranks behind me, all in their black robes. They chanted, their voices lost to the rain. The Magus and High Priest awaited me. He was naked, his cock hard. He was a fit man for his age, his hair graying. His wife was in the numbers.

The orgy would begin after our sacred rite. The wild sex beneath the winds of Ba’al Zaphon.

“THE CLOUDRIDER APPROACHES!” the Magus cried, her voice full of exultation. “Mount the priest and unite in sacred marriage!”

I opened my robes, exposing my naked body fully. I would be ravished in the orgy. I would have men and women enjoying me. I could not wait as I straddled Dave. I lowered myself to the leader of the Republican opposition in my state.

He grinned at me as I grabbed his cock.

I pressed him into my pussy. I rubbed him up and down my twat. I loved the feel of him. I was so ready to plunge my cunt down his cock. I groaned as I took him into my married flesh. He was my husband now for this right.

The Magus turned and faced the storm. The wind whipped at my blonde hair. The rain drenched my breasts. I wasn’t cold, though. I burned so hot. Lightning flashed down nearby. Thunder boomed. Ba’al approved.

I slid my cunt up the High Priest’s cock. He groaned as my tight pussy gripped him. I massaged him with my cunt. I shuddered as the pleasure rippled through me. I plunged back down him, moaning in delight.

He grunted as I took him to the hilt. I rode his cock, my boobs bouncing.

Heaving.

The Magus chanted, her words lost to the wind.

Dave groaned, savoring my pussy.

I smile down at him, purring, “You’re going to breed me!”

“Yes!” he growled.

I was so fertile right now. I was soaked in Ba’al’s rain. My pussy quivered, ready to be filled with all of Dave’s seed. I rode up and down him. Every year, he put a baby in me. Every year, another sacrifice to Ba’al.

I shuddered as I rode up and down him. I squeezed my cunt around his cock, enjoying having that big dick in me. It was wondrous. Glorious. I threw my arms wide, my pussy gripping his rod. I massaged him with my hot flesh.

He slid his hands up and found my heavy breasts. A mother’s full tits.

He kneaded them as I rode him, the pleasure washing through me. It was an incredible moment. I enjoyed this so much. I moaned, hurtling toward that point when I would cum on him. I would just explode on his huge cock.

I gripped his rod, riding him faster and faster. I moaned as I enjoyed this passion. I would explode on him. I whimpered, my face twisting with delight. The pleasure built and built in me. I would cum so hard.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Bless her womb with my seed, Ba’al,” he groaned.

The Magus cried out. The worshipers chanted back. Lightning crashed. Thunder boomed.

I rode that wonderful cock faster and faster. It would be glorious if Zach was the High Priest. I could not wait for him to be in me. I groaned, my face contorting with delight. I slammed my cunt down on that wonderful rod and slid back up him.

I gripped his dick. I held him tight. It was such a beautiful thing. I gasped and moaned, hurtling toward my climax. I would have a huge one. Just a big burst of rapture. My pussy gripped that thick shaft.

I gasped out my pleasure, my tits jiggling in his hands. He slid his fingers to my nipples. He pinched them. Rapture shot down to my cunt gripping his dick. I groaned and plunged down his cock, savoring this bliss.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I moaned. “Bless my womb, Dave! Bless me! We shall make a sacrifice to Ba’al Zaphon!”

“For the Cloudrider!” he groaned. “Shit, Christie!”

My pussy gripped his cock as I plunged down him. My clit ground into his pubic mound. The wind swirled around us. The rain pelted us. I was so close to bursting. I stared up at the storm. I could feel my God in the clouds.

“My Lord!” I howled as I plunged down Dave’s cock. “I am yours!”

My orgasm exploded through me.

My pussy writhed around Dave’s cock. He grunted and erupted into my pussy. His cum flooded me. I bucked on him, his hands falling from my breasts. My tits heaved in the storm’s fury as Dave’s seed flooded my married womb.

New life was formed.

I could feel it.

I gasped out in delight as my cunt writhed around his cock. The Magus changed, facing us again. She thrust her dagger up toward the storm, her ebony skin drenched in water. Her curvy figure revealed by her soaked, red robes.

The storm was amazing. It was the most powerful I had ever felt. Ba’al would make me president.

“I am yours!” I cried, the ecstasy sweeping through me.

“Yours!” growled Dave.

The others cried out as more and more blasts of cum shot into my pussy. I kept staring at the storm. The clouds above me swirled in cyclonic passion. I raised both my arms to the, my fingers reaching out to my God.

“Ba’al!” groaned Dave as he erupted one last time into my pussy.

“We offer you the fruit of my womb!” I cried.

“The fruit of my seed!” roared Dave.

“Accept our offering and love, Ba’al Zaphon!” the Magus cried. Light flickered from her blade.

Lightning crashed down from the sky and struck me.

Ba’al’s ecstasy coursed through me, the electricity devouring the new life in my womb. I screamed out in passion as my God surged through me. Dave erupted into me again, feeling the same passion. The worshipers cried out in rapture.

The electricity swept through us all.

Ba’al blessed us.

Zach appeared in my mind.

“My foe,” Ba’al said. “He rises to challenge me, my love. See that he falls!”

I gasped at those words, my pussy writhing around Dave’s cock. I cried out as thunder boomed around me. “I SHALL!”

I would chain Zach to me. I already had my plan to ensnare him. I would have had him last week if his mother had not gone into labor. I shuddered through my ecstasy, Ba’al’s passion coursing through me.

“I WILL NOT FAIL YOU!”

Thunder crackled around us. I smiled. It was time for the orgy.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Thunder rumbled.

I stared out at the rain-swept parking lot. My brother’s van had arrived. I watched it drive through the torrent. The ritual was being readied inside. I rubbed at my arms. The wind was cold for July.

Lightning struck a light pole nearby. Sparks showered. The boom of the thunder struck me like a challenge. I staggered before it and groaned. I straightened. The van had stopped, shocked by the ferocity.

“Damn,” I muttered, staring up at the storm. I had never been that close. My eyes burned from it.

“A challenge,” said Nisha. “Did you feel the anger?”

I nodded slowly, staring at the boiling clouds above. Yes, I could feel it. I clenched my fists. “I’m ready for it.”

“The Cloudrider’s fury is raging above us,” she said. “A God with a cult in this state. They are empowering him.”

“Good thing I have my own cult,” I said, the prison van moving again. It pulled up before us, rain drumming on the beige vehicle. “And I have my brother.”

Nisha nodded. “He will be bound to you by blood and love. His mother shall be the rope that tethers you two together. Do not let it be broken, or you shall fall with him.”

The back of the van doors opened. My brother stepped out in an orange jumpsuit. The rain soaked him, matting his blond hair to me. He wore cuffs, but they did not appear tight. He strode toward me and thrust out his hand.

“Brother,” he said.

I took his hand and pulled him into an embrace. “Let’s restore your mother to you.”

I would not let this rope break.

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