I descended the stairs in the Governor’s Mansion with the governor on my arm.

Governor Christine Locke was a blonde MILF who clung to my arm. I wore a tuxedo, and she wore a blue evening dress. She looked quite stunning in it. It was low-cut to show off her large breasts. She had a great figure as she clung to me. She had spent the afternoon dominating me.

I had to play along. I was supposed to be under her domination spell, a slave to her will. I had to play my part, or she could destroy me. I wasn’t ready to go to war with the Governor of Washington State yet. I was still building my power base.

This confrontation had come too early.

I had attracted the notice of Ba’al Zaphon, the Lord of the North. The Cloudrider. Her patron god. He was the one who seemed to control Washington State’s highest echelons of power. That would be who was here at the party.

“Is your husband here?” I asked as people waited below. I didn’t see her husband in the crowd waiting for us.

“Of course not,” she said. “He’s a good man. Too good for this. He doesn’t see what he doesn’t want to. It’s easy to convince him to go camping. Fishing. A simple man. Much like your girlfriend. Susannah Augustine. Preacher’s daughter.”

She was doing more research into me.

“She’s involved in this church revival you’re in,” she continued. She was investigating me because she was worried about me. I had to confess to her that my sister was a witch to explain some things.

Like my father.

If she found out who my father was, she might realize that Charles Swartzenburg, currently in jail awaiting his trial for trying to kill me, was my half-brother. He was building our forces through the prison system along with my cult.

The revival.

“Religion is the opiate for the masses,” I said, quoting some dumb saying I had heard. Something that would appeal to her.

“Indeed,” she said. “Power comes from a different sort of activity. It comes from sacrifice, bargaining, and obedience. Through those come rewards.”

“Like being the President of the United States.”

She paused as we were almost down the sweeping stairs. “No one has become president of this country without serving Marduk or Molech. Sometimes Dagon. Why do you think no one has ever been president from some states?”

“They’re not popular states,” I suggested.

“Twenty-one states have produced presidents,” she said. “Including seven from Ohio. Only Virginia, at eight, has produced more presidents. California has only produced a president, Nixon. Yes, Reagan was the Governor of California, but he was not from there. Texas has produced two, and Florida has produced none. Those are the three most populous states. States that are not controlled by Marduk or Moloch. It is… difficult.”

“And you’ll be the first?” I asked her.

She nodded as we continued descending down the stairs.

She was afraid of Marduk’s power. That was not who my father served. I knew that to be Moloch. Interesting. The governor was afraid of my power, too. That was why she had weakened me. She saw me as a threat.

I didn’t want to be her threat. I wanted to have Mayor White take over as Governor while I took Tacoma from her. By the time I was ready to be governor, I planned on getting now Governor White elected to the presidency.

Marduk controlled America, though. This was new.

“Now,” purred Governor Christine as we reached the bottom, “let me introduce you to those who truly matter in our state.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, saying those embarrassing words for anyone to hear.

“Perfect,” Nisha said. My thought form was beside me, unseen by anyone. She appeared as a tan-skinned and busty woman in a black party dress. It fit her body perfectly. “You will survive this night if you keep up this attitude. No defiance.”

I had to remember that. I had to suck up my pride and play the game. They just had to think I was the governor’s boytoy. It didn’t mean it was true. This was for the greater good. Finally, destroying the system of these terrible gods controlling the powerful. The ones who ruled from the shadows.

Who wanted to keep people poor, divided by political factions, and poorly educated so they could be easily manipulated. To be used as weapons against their own interests without even realizing it. Frankly, it was impressive if it also wasn’t so horrifying.

I would end it all.

“This is Speaker of the House, Dave Rossi,” she said, pointing to a black-haired man with graying wings. He was the leader of Washington State’s House of Representatives, a Democrat like the Governor. That was the party that controlled the state.

“Son,” the man said, extending his hand. I noticed a serpent branded on the back of his hand. “Good to meet you.”

“And you, sir,” I said, smiling with just the right amount of naïve eagerness. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“I hear you’re doing great things,” he said, his other hand patting my elbow. “Wonderful, wonderful.”

“He’s the High Priest of Ba’al,” the governor purred.

“I thought that was you,” I said.

“High Priestess,” she purred. “Mmm, the male and the female have to unite with Ba’al. When the summer storms rage. It’s quite… exhilarating.”

Representative Rossi grinned from ear to ear. “Yes, it is. Maybe you’ll join us next year.”

“Maybe,” I said, nodding to him. The man had dangerous eyes despite how friendly he was.

A young woman in a very short skirt and a transparent, white blouse with a bow tie about her neck appeared. Her breasts were on display through the fabric. She held a tray of horderves. The representative took one even as his other hand groped her ass.

She wasn’t the only girl in such an outfit. They all were beautiful, young women wearing thigh-highs and heels. The other guests took liberties with them. I snagged an horderves, a deviled egg, and popped it into my mouth.

It was spicy and delicious.

“And here is Amanda Malone,” she said to a Black woman in blood-red dress that hung off her shoulders and shared a fair amount of her cleavage. She had a round and motherly face, her eyes hungry as they started at me.

I didn’t recognize her at all.

“She’s our magus,” said the governor. “Our witch. Mmm, she’s also the Chaplain to Washington State, my spiritual adviser.”

“Bishop of the United Methodist Church,” the Black woman said, taking my hand. She winked at me as she rubbed her thumb across the back of my hand. A tingle raced over me. “Yes, yes, you do have a witch close to you.”

“His twin sister,” said the governor. “Why?”

“Oh, she’s laid some protective charms on him,” said the magus. The Black witch licked her lips. “Nothing terribly powerful.”

She didn’t realize just what that protective charm did for me. Spells that tried to enchant me were shunted to the soul of the demoness Ashtaroth trapped in my soul. She was one of those minor “gods” worshiped by the elites.

“She’s just a loving sister,” cooed the Governor. “I would love to meet her. Invite her to dinner.”

“She does invoke several goddesses,” said the magus.

“Hecate primarily,” I said.

“Unaffiliated,” the magus said. “Never able to produce real power. Mmm, she does sound intriguing. Your twin, you say? So young to have such promise.” The Black woman licked her lips. “Yes, yes, I could… guide her.”

Inwardly, I shuddered. I did not want this woman getting near my twin sister. I could feel the evil in her. The sadism. These were dangerous people. I could feel it in the air. It brimmed with power. I glanced about at the elites.

At the serving girls.

They had piercings and tattoos. They had to look of girls who ran away from home. The sort that ended up in pimps’ harems or in porn, if they didn’t just vanish into the world of sex slavery and trafficking, were sent to other places to be used.

“Here’s Sean Kavanaugh,” the governor said, guiding me to a balding man with short, strawberry-blond hair.

“Head of the DNC for our state,” I said, recognizing him. I thrust out my hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“And you,” he said, nodding. “Your speeches have attracted attention. Just the sort of young man party wants, though…” He leaned in. “Your talk about law and order is a bit off-script. The chaos being lax on crime brings is useful in the short term.”

“Yes,” I said, “to win me power by putting a stop to it.”

He chuckled. “He’s got drive. Ambition.”

“And we shall channel it properly,” the governor said.

“A pleasure to meet you, sir,” I said, nodding to the DNC chair. He led the Democratic Party in Washington State.

“And here is Justice Helen Boatswain,” the governor said, guiding me to a woman in a black party dress that left her back exposed and much of her breasts. She had necklaces that draped over her cleavage. Her black hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders. “She’s the Chief Justice of our Supreme Court.”

“My, my, he is delicious,” cooed the justice. She wore a wedding ring. “I hope you’ll share.”

“Another one,” a man said. He was tall and put a familiar hand on her waist.

“You know me, Alfred,” she said to her husband. “He’s delicious. Don’t you want to watch him ravishing me?”

“A cuckold?” I asked the man. “I know one.”

“It’s… exciting,” he said. “Mmm, your future wife… Do not think you’ll get to keep her to yourself. Not if you want power. If she’s beautiful, you can use her for favors.”

“And sometimes those favors land your wife in a higher position,” cooed Justice Helen, this delight in her eyes. Yes, yes, she enjoyed humiliating her husband, and he had to play along.

“He’s trying to convince himself he enjoys it,” Nisha said. “But you can see it in his eyes. He has traded his soul and his wife for power, and now he realizes he doesn’t have either. He’s a judge who had the ambition to make it to the State’s Supreme Court.”

I nodded.

Perhaps, he hoped now to pivot to become a federal judge, appointed by Governor Christine if she ever won the presidency. Then, from there, he could get more notice and rise to the true Supreme Court. Not the state one likes his wife.

Only, it was probably too late for him to be noticed at that echelon.

“Yes, yes, we shall speak,” cooed the justice, her eyes horny for me.

The governor laughed and drew me on. “She’s such a slut. Once, she was the one being gangbanged at these parties. She was a minx, though. Got her cunt wrapped around the right man behind her husband’s back. Well, before his very eyes.”

Just as Nisha thought. She was perceptive.

“Now, here’s Anthony Strange,” she continued, leading me to a man with gray hair and a hardness to him. A leanness the others lacked. He was a man who was disciplined. “He heads the Department of Corrections.”

Now he would be useful to learn about.

“A widower,” Nisha said. “But there’s a woman in his life. Not a lover. No, no, a daughter.”

I filed that away.

She brought us to another pair, the woman in her thirties and the man in his fifties. He was a tall, Black man with power. The woman was different. She was fit, athletic, in her black evening dress. She had a touch of fawning to her as she stood near him.

A mistress, perhaps, though he could probably have a younger woman than one her age.

“Chief John Cantwell,” said the governor.

“Head of the Washington State Patrol,” I said, realizing who he was. I had seen him in commercials in his uniform. He looked different in a tuxedo. Even more dangerous, for some reason.
“Good to meet you, Zach,” he said.

We shook. His grip tried to crush my hand. He had a powerful grip. I just kept smiling as he stared me in the eyes, studying me. He was looking for any weakness. I could feel that he was the ruthless sort.

He would destroy me without a thought.

“He’s the one investigating you,” said Nisha. “Through her.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” I said. “I want to work with law enforcement to make our cities safe again.”

He chuckled. “That’s not the point of the police.”

“No?” I asked.

“They’re not to keep the people safe, but the powerful.” He looked around. “To keep the masses in check.”

“Not from harming each other, though,” I said.

“Not if the powerful want them harmed,” he said. “The police officer is interesting. Leans Conservative. Believes in the Constitution. Yet, is more than willing to follow orders to repress his neighbors. We train them well. Instill tribal thoughts. Us versus them. Police safety is our number one way to make them treat civilians as enemies. Fear is a useful tool.”

“Blunt,” I said.

“Everyone here speaks with a forked tongue,” he said, nodding to the governor. “I hate that bullshit. I want power. It’s to be found here.”

“I want power, too,” I told him.

“And you’ll get it,” the governor purred. “Mmm, and here is Assistant Chief Christina Nelson.”

The mistress wore a big, friendly smile. She had a round and trustworthy face. “Pleasure to meet you, Zach.”

“You know how she got power,” purred the governor. “If we’re being blunt. On her knees. She loves Black cock.”

“Just don’t tell my husband,” the assistant chief said.

“She’s one of the four assistant chiefs that run the State Patrol,” the governor said. “Investigations.”

The other one who was really looking into me. I could see it in her eyes as she smiled at me. She knew things about me. Things the governor didn’t. Was she holding back on purpose, or just that the governor didn’t read all the reports thoroughly?

“She can be compromised,” said Nisha. “She truly does not want her husband to find out about her affair. There is fear in her. She did not think the cult is what it is. Sable should be brought to bear on her.”

“It was great to meet you, Mrs. Nelson,” I said to the assistant chief.

“Chief Nelson,” she corrected, her cheeks growing red.

“Oh, he shouldn’t call you that if you’re on your knees sucking his cock,” the governor said. “In fact, do it. On your knees, slut. Suck his cock.”

Chief Cartwell hardly even twitched a muscle in his face. He just nodded to her.

Mrs. Nelson swallowed and sank to her knees. Her dress clung to her breasts. She reached out her hands right here in the middle of the party. She undid my fly, working down the buttons. She reached in and found my cock in my boxers.

She slipped me out through the flies of both pants and underwear. She held my cock in her hand. Her eyes widened at the size of me. She shot a glance up at me. The governor purred in delight. Justice Helen drifted closer, her eyes sparkling with delight. As did Bishop Amanda.

Mrs. Nelson engulfed my cock.

“Damn,” I growled.

The hot wife suckled my dick. Her husband was nowhere to be found as she blew me while her lover and boss watched on. The governor purred in delight, her fingers stroking through Mrs. Nelson’s black hair.

The woman in charge of investigating me sucked on my cock.

“She’s getting some firsthand knowledge of you,” purred Nisha as she watched.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Damn, Mrs. Nelson.”

The slut worked her mouth up and down my cock. The governor nuzzled into my ear. She licked it as I savored that blowjob. A shiver ran through me at the governor’s caress. Her lips nibbled on my lobe for a moment.

“Enjoy,” she cooed and broke away from me, leaving me to enjoy the blowjob.

There were others here I hadn’t met. They probably didn’t have nearly as much power as the ones I had been introduced to. The serving girls who moved around were being fondled. Or outright molested, pulled off to the side by men.

Or women.

That hot mouth suckled hard on my dick, reminding me of Mrs. Nelson.

I glanced down at her as she suckled on my cock. I stroked my fingers through her black hair. Nisha nodded approvingly. I had to be dominant with her. Only with the governor would I submit. That was the way this worked.

“Suck my cock, slut,” I growled. “Cheating whore. Yes, yes, you’re just a worthless woman.”

“That she is,” the chief said. The head of the Washington State Patrol was a tough man.

Dangerous.

He studied me as his mistress blew me, calculation in his eyes.

“Yes, you recognize it,” Nisha said.

He saw me as a rival despite my age.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned. “Nothing like a married woman sucking your dick, eh, Chief?”

He smiled slightly as if that was the wrong answer.

“Perfect. Let him think you are a slave to your flesh.”

“Yes, yes, I am going to dump so much cum into her mouth,” I growled. “Maybe even her pussy.”

“She’s yours to enjoy,” the chief said. He nodded to me. “Excuse me, I have to talk about some business.”

He headed over to the Secretary of Corrections, the pair of them chatting.

I just groaned. I could not show interest. I had to be underestimated by all of them. That was the only way I could get power. I groaned, savoring that hot mouth working up and down my dick. It was beautiful. I loved that hot mouth suckling on me.

She blew me with passion. She slid her tongue around my dick. The pressure rose and rose in my balls to cum in her mouth. I slid my fingers through her black hair, staring down at her with such lust in my eyes.

“I’m going to fuck that cunt,” I growled.

She moaned around my dick.

“Yes, yes, Mrs. Nelson,” I groaned. “You’re such a cheating whore, you want it.”

She whimpered and nodded.

“Yet you hate it,” I added. Softly now. “You want to be faithful to your husband, but you crave power. Pleasure.”

She closed her eyes and just kept suckling. I would unleash Sable on her. It would be delicious to watch her break Mrs. Nelson. Through her husband? Yes, yes, through her husband. That would be the best way to do this.

That hot mouth suckled on me, bringing me closer and closer to cumming in her mouth. She nursed hard, her tongue dancing around me. I groaned, my fingers tightening on her head. The pressure built.

Justice Helen and Bishop Amanda both licked their lips.

Hungry sluts.

The pressure mounted. My nuts brimmed with my cum. I just needed a little bit more. Mrs. Nelson slid her tongue around the crown of my dick. The pleasure shot down my cock like a spark burning down a fuse. It reached my balls.

“Yes!” I snarled.

Detonated.

My cum shot out of my cock, jetting into her mouth. She groaned and gulped down my cum. She swallowed blast after blast of jizz. She suckled it all down. The rapture slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision.

I filled her mouth with my spunk. She gulped it down. The pleasure slammed through me as the whores watched on. They were greedy sluts. Justice Helen’s husband hovered behind her, watching me. He knew I would cumming in his wife’s before the night was through.

“Fuck, Mrs. Nelson!” I growled.

I spurted the last of my cum into her mouth.

She stared up at me with eyes full of lust and hatred. Not at me, at herself.

“Time for that pussy,” I growled.

Chapter Two

Assistant Chief Christina Nelson