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Chapter Three

Susannah Augustine

I tried not to tremble as worry for Zach twisted my guts.

His mother was crocheting on the couch nearby. I had never seen it, but she pulled it out and was working on it. Moira passed. Her succubus, Ms. Rayne, was at her side. Sometimes, the pair of them whispered to each other. Sable stood remote by the comms room waiting for news.

The last report from Ms. Denise was that she and Detective Carson were still on standby. He had been at the governor’s mansion for hours. There was a party going on, but we didn’t know what it was about. He walked into the lion’s den with hardly any prep.

I wasn’t worried about Zach, except…

The governor was suspicious of him.

What if she figured out he wasn’t under her magical domination? What if this party was a trap? It wasn’t an official party. There was no mention of it on the governor’s calendar. No announcement of an event being held at the mansion.

It was a private party.

The Cult of Ba’al’s party.

I rubbed at my arms, goosebumps rising. I was so helpless. There was nothing I could do but just sit here and wait to find out if something awful had happened to him. It was terrible. I couldn’t breathe. It was suffocating.

“He’ll be fine,” said his mother. Mrs. Black was my future mother-in-law. “You’ll see. My son won’t be trapped.”

I nodded. I had to have her faith in Zach. He was the greatest man in the world.

“The angel Nisha is watching over him,” I said.

Moira shot me a look and started laughing. Not mocking, but almost hysterical. The poor thing looked like she was about to crack. Mrs. Black put aside her crocheting and rose. She moved to her daughter and engulfed her in her arms.

“Just have faith in your brother,” she said.

Faith…

I closed my eyes and prayed to the angel Nisha and to Zach himself. He was holy. He was chosen by God to save the world from the cults of Ba’al and Molech and Marduk and Dagon and all the other demonic powers that had ruined this world.

I had faith. I believed in my brother-husband.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Offering… Dedication…

Fear swept through me. Fear I had to control. My cock, wet from the redheaded slave’s suckling, bounced before me. It thrust out the fly of my tuxedo. Governor Christine Locke led me through the throng, her boobs jiggling in her low-cut, blue dress.

I had to dedicate myself to Ba’al.

How was I getting out of this?

In the center of the room, an altar had been erected. It was covered in a black sheet trimmed in a strange, gold design. A geometric pattern of squares that almost resembled teeth. On it lay a blonde girl. She was petite, maybe fourteen, naked save for a collar about her throat.

I had seen her moving about as a serving girl. The rest of the cult gathered around. They were all staring at us as the governor led me to the girl. She trembled on the altar. Her eyes looked glossy like she had been drugged.

“Give your offering of seed to Ba’al Zaphon,” purred the governor and released my arm. “Let yours be the first offering of the night.”

I could do that. The girl’s legs hung off the altar, her tight, shaved slit at the right height to be penetrated. Everyone stared at me, ready to watch me fuck her. If I didn’t, I would not escape this place alive.

Nisha nodded her agreement. “Your sister’s magic should protect you.”

Should…

I just had to trust in Moira’s spell as I stepped up between the girl’s thighs. She lolled there until I pressed my cock against her shaved pussy lips. She groaned, her eyes locking on me. They were so innocent and vulnerable.

Their blue depths arrested me.

I felt eternity pulling me down into her depths. I shook my head, breaking the gaze. What was that? It frightened me, but I had to fuck her. I felt all the eyes of the cultists on me. The Chief of the Washington State Patrol, the Chief Justice of the State Supreme Court, the Governor of the State of Washington, and more.

Powerful people.

I thrust.

I hit the slave-girl’s hymen. I gasped as her cherry tore. She squealed and arched her back as I took her virginity. It was incredible to sink into pussy’s depths. She felt incredible around me. She groaned with delight as I sank deeper and deeper into her pussy.

She squeezed her twat down around me as I bottomed out in her deflowered depths. The cult applauded at her deflowering. I groaned, savoring having every inch of my dick buried to the hilt in her pussy.

“The way is open,” said Governor Christine Locke. “Our Lord’s newest disciple is the first to travel the path.”

The girl’s cunt clamped down on me as the others started chanting. The men were low, deep. A resonating base. The women were sonorous. The song wove around me. Nisha whipped her head back and forth.

My soul tingled.

The girl sang with the women, her eyes unfocused again.

I drew back my cock, savoring the heat of her pussy. I slammed back into her cunt, my nuts slapping into her taint. Her small titties quivered. Her thighs locked around my waist as her song grew throaty with her pleasure.

I fucked her cunt slowly, matching the intonation of the chanting. I could feel the power sweeping through the air. My heart thundered in my chest as that tight pussy gripped my cock. I buried into her again and again.

“Yes,” I groaned.

The chanting increased in beat.

I pounded her pussy faster.

I matched their speed, pumping away at that delicious cunt. The pleasure melted down my shaft and soaked my nuts. They slapped into her taint as I fucked her again and again. I buried into her cunt with all that I had.

I loved the feel of her twat around my dick. It was just a beautiful thing. I fucked her with all that I had. It was a wonderful moment. She squeezed down on me, massaging me with that hot flesh. I grunted, fucking her hard.

The chant increased.

I fucked the slave-girl faster.

I plowed to the hilt into her as the chanting grew frantic. Frenzy. My nuts tightened. The slave-girl chanted with them. Her pussy clamped down on me. I groaned, rising and rising toward my orgasm. Toward my offering to Ba’al.

I had to cum in the girl.

There was no way out of this.

The chanting was loud. The air buzzed with energy. The hairs on my arms lifted as I fucked the slave-girl’s juicy snatch. The pressure ached at the tip of my dick. I was so close to erupting into her twat.

Every thrust into her cunt, brought me closer and closer to the moment when I would erupt. The chanting grew more and more frantic. I grunted, hammering her cunt. Suddenly, thunder boomed in the distance. Rain swept across the building. It drummed overhead.

Ba’al Zaphon had arrived.

I buried into her cunt.

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

The slut cried out in a strange language, her pussy spasming around my dick. She bucked as I fucked her, the words strange and powerful. The other cult members had gone silent as that cunt rippled around my dick.

“She said, ‘I am your vessel, Lord Zaphon. The offering box for your servants,’” Nisha said.

“Damn!” I growled and buried to the hilt in her. “Yes!”

I erupted.

I spurted my cum into her pussy. A drum beat started. Rain crashed into the windows. Thunder boomed. I erupted again and again. Ecstasy shot through me as I filled her up with cum. I felt something reaching into my soul. A power.

It went to another presence in my soul.

Ashtaroth.

I pumped more and more of my cum into that hot pussy. I dumped my load into her. The rapture shot through me. Stars danced across my vision. The cult changed as I filled her to the brim. They reached a feverish pitch.

I erupted into her cunt one last time.

I groaned and pulled out of her cunt. I panted, my heart hammering in my chest. My cum spilled out of her pussy. I could not believe that this had just happened. I was so dizzy right now. I had cum in the slave-girl’s cunt.

I pulled out of her, the chanting becoming a low murmur again. I shoved my cock back into my pants as the governor pulled me to the line. She smiled at me as the Speaker of the House moved into position. Dave Rossi pressed his cock into her pussy and fucked her next.

The chanting rose as he pumped away at the slave-girl’s cunt again. The others were all excited. They stood there in this strange trance. The ritual echoed. I felt something primal in me. Something that called to me.

I wanted to join them.

I mouthed the words, but I didn’t speak them.

“Smart,” Nisha said.

After Dave Rossi spilled his cum in her, the slave-girl crying out the same words, Bishop Amanda Malone, the supposed Christian, mounted the slave-girl and rode her face to an orgasm. The entire time, cum oozed out of her cunt and stained the black cloth of the altar.

Why hadn’t the governor gone before her?

One by one, the members of the cult used her. They fucked her or rode her face. Sean Kavanaugh, the head of the state’s DNC. Chief Justice Helen Boatswain and her husband Alfred used her at the same time. As did Chief Cartwell and Assistant Chief Christian Nelson. I watched them spill seed and drown the poor girl.

She was a drenched thing. Flushed. Used. Her voice hoarse from the chanting.

Finally, the governor mounted her. She stripped naked for this, her big boobs jiggling. She mounted the girl as the final one to enjoy her. She pressed her cunt down on her, chanting in the strange language.

“She shall carry our offering to our Lord,” moaned the governor as translated by Nisha. “She shall carry our gifts to him.”

My stomach tightened. I glanced at Nisha.

She nodded.

Human fucking sacrifice.

I wanted to vomit.

I felt so helpless as the chanting grew to a pitch. Dave Rossi, the High Priest, brought out the dagger and handed it to the governor. This was an injustice. They were going to murder this girl. My hands balled into fists.

Could I save her?

“No,” Nisha said. “Not this way.”

I stared at her.

“You felt that connection,” she whispered, “with that soul in you. Use it and keep her from being tormented by Ba’al, to dwelling inside of your soul where she can be safe. Loved.”

The ghosts in me. I had the souls of those hundred cultists that Ashtaroth sacrificed to herself, along with the FBI agents that died in the raid. I had loaned out Agent Donna Preston’s spirit to protect Mrs. Augustine while she visited my brother, but the rest were in me.

I could use them.

The chanting reached the pitch.

My stomach churned as the governor cried out in rapture. Lightning flashed, illuminating her in silhouette as she plunged the dagger into the girl’s breast. I had to watch. I could not look away from the horror.

I seized the girl’s life force through that connection and tugged.

I would save her. Save them all.

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Kylie

The dagger slammed into chest.

The pain exploded through me.

Then it was over.

I was free of it.

I felt the devour wanting to consume me. That was my fate. I ran away from home, and they found me. Took me in. I wasn’t the first girl they had sacrificed. I had seen it before. The drugs kept me from being afraid. I was special, they told me. Chosen.

Now I knew what that meant.

Terror filled my soul as a monstrous entity, a black thing rumbling with lightning, ached to devour me.

A silver thread stopped me from rising up. It was yanked hard. I turned and spotted a shadow standing amid the others. Only this shadow possessed a glow that radiated from his heart. This pure light that drew me down and down into the shelter of his darkness.

I slipped into the light and found a woman chained to the ground. She thrashed, shadows spilling from her mouth and nose. She screamed in agony. I shivered at how ugly she was. I felt at my throat. The silver cord was there, the thread leading off to the light.

To others.

One of them turned and smiled at me. She was a blonde woman, naked and collared. There were a lot of women. A few men, too. They had groups of women around them. Strong men. Protective men. But not as strong as that light.

“Hi, I’m Vanilla,” said the blonde as I approached her. “You’re new. How did you come to be in Lord Zach’s soul?”

“That’s him,” I whispered. The young man who took my virginity. “He saved me from Ba’al.”

“Oh, isn’t that wonderful of him?” she said and embraced me. Her body was so warm and loving. “This is our heaven. In his soul. We could be summoned by him to be used, but we mostly just bathe in his light and make love.”

“Love?” I whispered. “I never knew love.” Not with my birth mother or the various foster homes I was traded from before I ran away from home at ten. Before the cult found me.

“You will now,” Vanilla said and kissed me.

I shuddered and melted into her lips. It was such a wonderful thing. I truly felt love. She didn’t want to use me or abuse me. She didn’t torment me. I was free of all that because of Zach. He had saved me from being devoured.

Vanilla’s breasts felt so wonderful against mine. Our tongues danced together. I loved the feel of them. We hugged each other as we made out. This heat built and built in my pussy. I swayed there, held up only by her.

The light shone on us.

Lord Zach’s soul.

Vanilla broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, yes, yes, I was lost just like you, but I was found in service to Lord Zach.”

She slid down my body, her breasts massaging my belly. I shuddered as she nuzzled into my pussy. She licked at me. I stared at the others. A few more of the women had broken away from the orgy and the love to crawl toward me.

I trembled at that tongue stroking through my folds. That felt so good. I loved it. I swayed there as that tongue stroked through my petals. She fluttered through my flesh. It was just delicious to have this moment. I swayed there, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then she thrust her tongue into my cunt. She swirled around in me. I whimpered in delight at that heat. It was beautiful. My head swayed from side to side. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I groaned as that tongue stroked around in me.

“No one has ever… loved me,” I whimpered. “They only used me.”

“We’ll love you,” Vanilla cooed.

“That’s right,” purred a girl with mocha-brown skin. “I’m Monique.”

She engulfed my nipple and suckled. I gasped at the heat that shot down to my pussy. It was so wonderful having this Black girl nibble on my nub. This dizzying heat washed through me. A redhead approached me.

She was like Rose, another slave-girl.

“I’m Amber,” the redhead said and engulfed my other nipple.

I gasped in delight as they both suckled on me. It was just a treat to have them nursing on me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered in delight at the heat of their suckling. They nibbled on me with all that they had.

It was a beautiful rush to have them suckling on me as Vanilla devoured me. The blonde lapped at my cunt with such passion. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I swayed there, so happy to be here and bathed in the light.

“Oh, oh, yes!” I whimpered. This was love.

The three loved me.

So did that light.

Joy swept through me as my orgasm built and built. My nipples tingled as Monique and Amber suckled on my nipples. My pussy clenched as they licked me. They stroked through my petals, driving me wild.

I would have a huge climax. I could not wait to cum on Vanilla’s face. She lapped at my folds. Her tongue plunged into my depths. She swirled around in me. That felt so nice. I loved how she teased me like that.

I groaned, rising and rising toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of delight. I wanted it so badly. I would just cum and drown them. They would lick through my folds and enjoy all that wonderful pussy cream.

It would just be amazing.

“Oh, wow,” I whimpered.

Monique and Amber suckled on my nipples with such love. Their lips felt different. Monique’s were plumper. Amber had a more agile tongue. They both made me feel so good, especially with Vanilla’s tongue dancing around in my cunt. She stirred me up and brought me toward that wonderful moment when I would cum.

I was so happy to feel that pressure building and building in me. I would have a true climax. I was so lucky I shuddered, so eager for the moment when I would drown Vanilla in my rapture. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing in Monique’s and Amber’s mouths.

They both suckled on me with such passion. They swirled their tongues around my nipples. At the same time, Vanilla licked to my clit. She stroked over my bud. Sparks sizzled from that naughty button. I shuddered.

“I’m going to cum!” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum in love!”

“You are,” an Asian woman said. “I’m Aiko!”

“You’re so loved,” purred a purple-haired cutie. “I’m Chantelle, and welcome to Zach’s soul. Feel his love!”

I felt his love.

I closed my eyes as his warmth and love bathed me. At the same time, Vanilla suckled on my clit. She drove me wild. I trembled, rising and rising toward the moment when I would explode. I shuddered, my head shaking back and forth.

That soft pair of lips nibbled on my clit. I whimpered. My nipples ached in the other two beauties’ mouths. They swirled their tongues around my nubs or nibbled with their soft lips. They both made me feel incredible. I was so happy right now.

“I… I…” I whimpered, hitting that point when I would cum. “That’s amazing!”

I explode into rapture.

Into the wonderful delight of my climax.

The rapture swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision. My pussy juices gushed out and drowned Vanilla. I moaned in delight, Zach’s light bathing me. My mind drowned in ecstasy. I trembled through so much passion.

Vanilla licked at me the entire time. She stroked her tongue through my folds. She made me feel incredible. I was so happy for that delight. It was just a wonderful rush. The heat washed through me. I groaned out in delight, my heart hammering in my chest.

“This is wonderful,” I groaned.

Vanilla lapped at my cunt. She tongued through my folds, licking me with such passion. It was such a wonderful moment. I was trembling through so much wonderful bliss. I quivered in delight as the pleasure drowned in my mind.

“Oh, oh, thank you!” I moaned as my orgasm peaked. I was free of that awful demon. Of that terrible cult. This felt so much better than my old life. I stared up at the light, my orgasm sweeping through me. “Save the others, too! Please, please, save them!”

Chapter Four

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Save them…

Those words echoed through my soul.

The ritual was over. The girl was dead. I glanced at the redhead who had blown me. At the other slaves who had watched. Some of them had to know this would be their fate. Especially the young ones. Where did they get them?

No, that was easy. Girls were trafficked in the United States all the time. Memphis was the heart of it. From there, they were brought in and sent out. To different parts of America. To other parts of the world. Runaways from the foster care system or broken homes. Girls who wouldn’t be missed too much.

I would save them all.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” cooed the governor. She had wielded the knife like it was nothing. She had blood on her breasts. “What a wonderful night! Welcome to—”

Lightning flashed outside the window. Thunder boomed, rattling the windows. The storm swirled above, sounding angry. She frowned and glanced upward. Ba’al never received the soul of his offering. My stomach tightened.

Had I done the wrong thing?

No, no, it was the only good I could have done. They couldn’t suspect that I pulled her soul away, right? The others muttered. It must happen sometimes. An offering wasn’t accepted. The lightning crashed down again.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

She glanced at me and smiled. “Of course not. Mmm, the ritual is over. You can return home.”

The abruptness was surprising. They thought something went wrong and were hoping I hadn’t noticed. She didn’t think I was the cause. There was that. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Ms. Denise.

“Pickup,” I sent.

I moved through the group. Others were giving nervous looks, though the bishop glanced at me, her eyes hungry. She wanted to ride my dick again. I also glanced at Assistant Chief Christina Nelson. She looked like she wanted to throw up. She did not look at the poor girl’s body being taken away.

I wanted to be sick, too, but I felt her in me. She was dead, but her soul was spared from being devoured by Ba’al. I had done that, at least. I stepped out onto the porch. The rain came down hard. Sheets of it washed across the lawn. The wind whipped it toward me.

Two state troopers flanked the doors. I glanced at them. They were hard men. They knew what went on in there. They were complicit in it. That was disgusting, too. Not surprising given that a chief and two assistant chiefs were in there.

The limo pulled up before the house. I darted out before Ms. Denise would climb out to open my door. No point in her getting soaked. I wrenched open the door and slid in. Ms. Denise was almost getting out when she closed her door.

“Sir,” she said and drove from the place.

“You’re alive,” said Detective Carson. She was sitting naked on the other side. She had her clothes taken off. It was warm back here. The sort of place where naughty things could happen. “What happened?”

“They murdered a girl,” I growled, my blood boiling.

“We shall save the others,” promised Nisha. “A way will be found.”

I nodded as we drove past the Capitol Building. The lightning lit up the dome. It was corrupt. Democrats. Republicans. It didn’t fucking matter. The governor. The Supreme Court. The fucking elites and their games. I heard the rumors. I knew there were sacrifices.

And worse.

It would fucking stop.

I would put a fucking end to it all.

The wind slammed into the limo. Two cop cars joined us. My bodyguards. There was no point in hiding it. The governor knew I had compromised them. She was looking into me. Did she know how far my reach spread through Pierce County?

But I wasn’t in Pierce County, but Thurston. It wasn’t a long drive back, though.

“Ms. Denise, signal lights,” I said. “I want to get back home as fast as possible.”

“Of course, Master,” she said and picked up a CB radio. It was tuned to our frequencies. There were 911 operators who were under my sway who worked in the mansion. They would coordinate any further radio communication. “Lights. Return us to the nest as swiftly as possible.”

“10-4,” a woman said over the radio.

The lights of the two cop cars flared to life. They glowed in the darkness and the rain. We hurried toward the freeway. It would be an hour before I reached the mansion, even if they sped the entire way. Maybe longer.

Detective Carson slid across the divide and snuggled against me, “Master?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“You’re not,” she said, resting her head on my shoulder. “That must have been awful to see.”

“I’ve murdered,” I said. “That won’t be the last death I see.”

“Still,” she said. “You’re not alone in this. We will see them crushed together.”

I nodded. Yes, we would.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Moira Black

The mansion buzzed with excitement. My big brother was returning.

“They’re almost here,” announced one of the 911 operators. She was an Indian woman named Reva. She had nice tits and such a lovely shade of red-brown skin. “A few minutes. The main gates are opening.”

“Thank you, Lord and your angel Nisha,” whispered Susannah.

She still thought Nisha was from God and not conjured by my brother’s will. A thought form was an impressive feat. Of course, he would do that. Everyone gathered in the living room. The maids opened the front door. The chill summer storm raged outside.

Just like at the church a few weeks ago.

I hoped this didn’t wake up Michael. I had just gotten him to sleep an hour ago. Thunder rumbled ominously. The power flickered. We had our own generators if we did lose power. The cops were outside in rain gear and long rifles to protect the compound. The drones that patrolled were grounded, though.

The winds were too much.

The limo’s headlights appeared. I sighed in relief with the others. The maids stood on the porch and spread their skirts. They curtsied as the limo came to rest before it. One of the cops in her rain gear stepped out into the deluge and opened the door.

My brother appeared in his tuxedo. He looked sharp in it. So handsome. Detective Carson followed him, gasping as the rain sprayed on her naked body. My brother nodded to the curtsying maids.

“Welcome home, Master,” they all said in unison.

Sable smiled in pride.

My big brother looked furious. Anger throbbed across his forehead. I had seen him mad before, but nothing like this. He was livid. I feared he could melt steel with his ire. I drew in a deep breath, my heart racing.

I had to apologize for my lapse.

“I’m so, so sorry, Zach,” I gasped.

My big brother blinked. “Er, for what?”

“For forgetting to tell you about the Governor who was investigating us.” I flew into his arms, burying my face into his tuxedo. “Ms. Rayne told me, but then I went into labor, and I just forgot in the excitement of giving birth and the euphoria of being a mother and… and… You walked into a trap.”

“I survived,” he said, his hands stroking up and down her back. “She questioned me. I had to tell her that you were trained by our father, but that we don’t know where you’re from. So she knows you’re a witch.”

“Okay,” I whimpered.

“And…” He ground his teeth together. “They think I’m part of the cult.”

Others gasped.

“They killed…” He took a deep breath. “They sacrificed a slave-girl. The governor herself did it. Plunged the knife into her heart.”

I trembled. I had done a human sacrifice. I had killed Charles’s mother for a spell. He had been so angry at me for that, too, but it was necessary. He broke from me and clenched his fist. His body shook with righteous rage.

“We are going to destroy the cult,” he growled. “Dismantle them.”

“Of course,” Sable said with an excited edge to her voice.

“Sable, I want you to start compromising Assistant Chief Christina Nelson of the Washington State Patrol. She is not happy about being in this situation.” My big brother looked so strong. “I want her to be mine. I know she’ll want to destroy these mother fuckers.”

“Done,” Sable said. “Should we infiltrate the entire State Patrol?”

“Yes. Get the missionaries on that. They should be done with their work up at Callum Bay.”

“They are,” Mr. Augustine said. “The prisoners and many of the jailers are part of the cult. They have been working on the jailers’ families. The warden has eluded them thus far.”

“My brother can handle the warden,” I said. “His sentencing is next week, right?”

“Yes,” said Judge Alyta Bittal. Since she “married” Detective Carson, she had been living here. “There will be no hiccups.”

After all, my big brother also had the county’s district attorney under his thumb.

“Good, good.” Zach relaxed. “I want the cult destroyed.”

Me, too. That sounded awful. And he would have to keep playing these sorts of games with them.
“I think Moira does need to be punished,” Sable said, “for such a lapse. That could have put you into harm’s way. Allow me to attend to her.”

I shuddered at those words. He smiled. “Bare-handed.”

“As you wish,” Sable cooed. She marched to the couch and sat on it in the middle. “Over my lap, Moira. You’ve been a naughty witch.”

“Yes, Sable,” I whimpered. I had been naughty.

Everyone watched me as I headed over to Sable. I swallowed and slid onto her lap. My lover pressed her hand to my rump. She loved me in her own way, but she was also a sadist. She had wanted to dominate me for so long.

I never would let her, but… I fucked up.

Her hand stroked over my rump while everyone watched. A shiver ran through me. She squeezed my butt-cheek. My pussy clenched. She drew her hand back. I tensed, waiting for the spank to fall. It didn’t happen right away. I squirmed there, waiting for her to—

SMACK!

I yelped at the stinging impact.

My butt-cheek burned from the heat. I squirmed there, my heart pounding in my chest. That really, really hurt. I shuddered as my ass blazed from the spank. I trembled, waiting for the follow-up spank. I didn’t have to wait long.

SMACK!

“I’m sorry!” I gasped.

SMACK!

“So sorry!”

SMACK!

The heat burned across my rump and soaked into my pussy.

SMACK!

I squirmed there, my ass smarting from what she did to me.

SMACK!

“Big brother!”

SMACK!

My pussy dripped juices. Her hand felt so wonderful as she spanked me. I was dizzy with my response. I couldn’t help myself. I enjoyed what she did to me. It was so confusing. My juices spilled out of my cunt.

SMACK!

“I’m so, so, sorry!” I howled, my ass blazing hot.

“Yes, you are,” Sable said. “Kneel!”

I slid off her lap and knelt before her. She rose, wearing her dominatrix corset. She had her leather thigh-high boots. Her tits jiggled as she grabbed my short, dyed-purple hair. She yanked me forward and pressed my face into her pussy.

“Lick,” she commanded.

I lapped at her. I licked at my girlfriend’s cunt, tears stinging my eyes. My ass burned. Everyone watched my discipline as I lapped through Sable’s folds. I gathered up her tart juices. The flavor melted across my taste buds. She was such a delicious slut.

I tongued through her folds, licking and lapping at her with all that I had. She groaned, grinding her pussy on my face. I loved feasting on her. My rump burned. I feasted on her when a cock nuzzled into my butt-crack.

My big brother’s cock.

He found my asshole and drilled against me. I groaned into Sable’s pussy. My asshole burned as he thrust against me. I groaned as more and more of my anal ring stretched to take him. I whimpered as he popped into my bowels.

It was incredible to have him sliding into my anal sheath. I tongued Sable’s pussy with such hunger. I licked at her with all that I had. I stroked through her folds. She trembled as I ate her out. She gripped the back of my head with her tight fingers.

“That’s it,” hissed Sable. “Apologize for being a forgetful slut!”

“I’m soooooo sorry,” I moaned.

“Yes,” growled my big brother. His cock bottomed out in my asshole. I groaned as his crotch rubbed against my reddened ass. “Damn.”

He drew back his cock. The heat melted to my pussy. I shuddered as he drew back until he trusted me. He buried back into my asshole. I loved him burying into my anal sheath. He fucked into my asshole good and hard.

I moaned into Sable’s pussy. I swirled my tongue around her clit. I licked at her with such passion. She trembled as I did that. Her face contorted in delight as I stroked through her petals. My big brother fucked my asshole hard.

“Yes!” I whimpered, his crotch smacking my sore butt.

“Damn,” he grunted. “Damn, I need to clear my head. Moira!”

“Big brother!”

He thrust harder at my asshole. I loved my twin brother’s cock burying into my bowels. He fucked me so hard. It was incredible. I whimpered into Sable’s tart twat. I licked through her folds as my big brother hammered me hard.

Fast.

I rose and rose toward my climax. I gripped his thick shaft as he buried into my anal sheath again and again. He fucked me with all that he had. It was so good to have him doing that. I loved the force of his strokes.

He grunted, fucking my anal sheath with his thick shaft. He buried into me again and again. I loved every inch of his thick shaft in my bowels. He grunted, fucking me with all that he had. I rose toward my climax.

I would have a huge burst of delight.

“Big brother!” I whimpered.

“That’s right!” he growled. “Shit, shit, take it!”

Oh, I took that wonderful dick. My asshole melted around him. I tongued through Sable’s petals. I licked at her clit. I suckled at her with all that I had. I nursed on her, cream dripping down my chin. She trembled, her boobs jiggling in her corset.

“You little slut!” hissed Sable.

Her tart juices gushed out.

I drowned in her tart juices. I licked through her folds, gathering up that delight. I licked through her folds, loving that treat. My big brother’s cock fucked my asshole hard. My pussy drank in the heat as my orgasm swelled and swelled.

“Big brother!” I squealed into Sable’s convulsing cunt.

My orgasm flooded through me.

Rapture drowned my mind. Pussy cream gushed down my thighs while my asshole suckled at my big brother’s cock. He grunted, fucking into my anal sheath with force. He slammed into my bowels, his nuts slapping my taint.

“Yes!” he growled.

He erupted.

His cum pumped into my asshole. My bowels writhed around his dick. I shuddered, licking through her folds. I lapped at her snatch, feasting on her tart juices. My brother groaned, dumping more and more blasts of his cum into my anal sheath.

It was so incredible.

I loved that cum flooding my bowels. He dumped load after load of his jizz into me. I whimpered as he filled me up with his cum. I tongued through Sable’s folds. I licked at her with all that passion. It was just so good to feast on her.

She shuddered as I stroked through her petals, my asshole milking out all my big brother’s cum. He grunted as he erupted that last blast of jizz into me. I shivered at the heat washing out of my cunt. My orgasm peaked in me.

“Mmm, I learned my lesson,” I cooed to Sable.

“We’ll see,” she said, clearly wanting another chance to discipline me.

I shivered as my twin brother slid his cock out of my asshole. His cum spilled out. I hungered to suckle him off. He had survived this night with the cult. I just hoped there wouldn’t be any more surprises like this.

I glanced at Ms. Rayne.

She nodded and melted into the shadows to continue her spying.

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Assistant Chief Christina Nelson

“Ba’al rejected the sacrifice,” I said as I drove him in my official WSP vehicle. It was a Ford Police Interceptor Utility vehicle. “What does that mean?”

“That Locke is weak,” said Chief Cartwell.

I hated him so much. He forced me to be his whore. I wanted to advance, and he trapped me. He had enough footage of me performing depraved acts to destroy my marriage and reputation. I could even go to prison for the girl I sacrificed.

Never mind, they would have killed me if I hadn’t.

That was who they got you. Blackmail.

“Zach is the problem,” I said. “He was the one that Ba’al rejected, even though he wanted us to recruit him. Something went wrong. He’s not fully in the cult.”

“Of course he is,” said the chief. “It’s Locke that was rejected. She plunged the knife into the girl. One boy’s cum in the slut wasn’t going to make a difference. She’s lost Ba’al’s favor. We can bring the bitch down.”

I nodded. “Then you think you can be governor. In this state?”

“With the right nudge,” he said. “Let crime deteriorate more. Let the people crave Law and Order. With the cult backing me, I’ll win.”

I nodded, the windshield wipers running fast. The rain was coming down hard.

“Let’s go to your house,” he said.

I stiffened.

He wanted to fuck me in the back of the vehicle with my family asleep inside. He loved doing that. The vehicle’s cameras would record the action. More evidence for him to hold over me. How I hated him so much.

“She’s weak on Zach,” said Cantwell. “He’s ensconced nicely in Pierce County. If he has local cops giving him protection, he must have Billings under his thumb.”

Todd Billings was the sheriff of Pierce County.

“Investigate Billings,” Cantwell said as I took the exit for my house. I lived in Tumwater, not far from Olympia. “I want some dirt on him. If he’s giving Zach cover, I want to be ready to take him out. I want Zach desperately. For him to reach out to Locke. If he’s cursed, then let her be his patron. He can drag her down.”

“And if it doesn’t drag the governor down?” I asked.

“Either way, Zach’s a rising power,” said Cantwell. “Best to clip his wings before he can soar higher, no matter what.”

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