I couldn’t believe my house had been broken into.

My husband sounded unnerved. I had to leave behind the arrest scene for Sheriff Todd Billings. Well, my chief investigator had it in hand. I was merely there to make sure that nothing went wrong. Chief Cantwell would not be happy if I fucked it up.

He’s whip my ass. I’d have to hide the welts from my husband.

Tears stung my eyes. I hated that I had to lie to my husband and cover up how my boss used me. I sold my soul not for power, but to be a fucking sex slave. There was no way out. The Cult would kill me. My husband. Sacrifice my daughter Amber.

I had seen too many girls used that way by the Cult. I couldn’t get that horror out of my mind.

Power was not worth it because it was a trap. I was cornered.

I wiped at my tears as I raced down I-5 in my Washington State Patrol Ford Police Interceptor Utility. No one would pull me over. I didn’t have my lights on, but I was speeding. Racing through traffic. I was almost home now.

I took my exit and hated the traffic before me. I was tempted to go lights and sirens, but that would attract the local cops’ attention. They might be wondering what I was doing running code in their jurisdiction.

The light changed. I flowed through it. My phone beeped with an update on Todd Billings. He was being taken back to the station for questioning. His lawyer was on the way. I wasn’t shocked he had one so fast. He was fucked.

We caught him in the act of having sex with his two barely legal daughters. It was just a matter of degrees now. All part of the power game the Governor was playing with her new toy, Zach Black. This young man who had sprung onto the scene out of nowhere.

Who had the Mayor of Tacoma, the Executive of Pierce County, and the Pierce County Sheriff in his back pocket. He had his own bodyguard of sexy local cops and sheriffs. His father was a mystery. He had joined the cult, but…

The governor was clearly worried about him. Worried that he would be a threat to her.

Wouldn’t that be nice.

I turned onto my street. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Philip hadn’t called the police. He had called me. I was the police. One of the most powerful law enforcement officers in the state, and yet… It was a joke. A farce. I was just a bitch.

I took a deep breath. I had to be the supportive wife now. I had to reassure my husband. Tell him we’d find out who did this. They would be punished for it. Once I had him calm down, I would call the local police. Tumwater PD would handle the case.

I pulled into my driveway and climbed out of my car. I walked calmly to the door, taking deep breaths. I opened the door to find my husband crouched naked, with a collar about his neck and a leash around him.

He pounced on me.

“What?” I screamed as he knocked me to the ground. He was on me, pinning me down. “What the fuck, Philip? What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes were… strange. They were glossy.

I struggled to get out from beneath him, but he was holding me down with remarkable ease. Women started moving into view. Young. Barely adults. They wore nothing or next to it. The redhead, who smiled down at me with his predatory gleam in her green eyes, had on a black corset that cupped her breasts. The other had purple hair and a playful smile, utterly naked.

“We can free you from the cult,” the redhead said. “Set you free of them and Chief Cantwell.”

I shuddered, then realized who she was. Sable Newport. The other girl with purple hair was Moira Black. Others in the room had the look of cops, even if they were naked, save for the blonde MILF who knelt, her nipples pierced and a collar about her throat.

“You’re his!” I gasped, struggling. I gazed at my husband. “You’ve put a spell on Philip!”

“Yes, we did,” cooed Moira. She looked proud of herself.

“We’re here to set you free,” Sable continued. The young woman was nineteen yet looked much more mature. She had ice in her veins. “You do not have to be that disgusting Chief Cantwell’s whore any longer. You can just be Philip’s wife.”

“You mean Zach’s fucktoy,” I hissed. “I know about his house. The women. The whores. You’re all his whores.”

“Yep!” Moira said gladly. “But you don’t have to be. My big brother has plenty of women. He doesn’t have to fuck you at all if you don’t want to. I mean, we’re all his voluntarily.”

“Mostly,” Sable purred. “Moira’s magic does blur that line of consent.”

“Yeah.” Moira shrugged. “But we won’t do that to you. We want you as his ally. We want you to break free of the Cult and join us.”

I wanted to break free of the Cult. Zach was a threat. The Governor was right to be paranoid about him. I trembled. They would not let me go if I said no to them. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be free of this sick cult.

Of being Cantwell’s whore.

“How?” I asked. “How can you free me?”

“What’s what we still have to figure out,” said Sable. She was blunt. Honest. “We have to dismantle the Cult one way or the other. Ba’al is a threat to us. It will happen one day. To that end, we need to secure allies. One on the inside would be powerful.”

I shuddered.

“If I say no, you’ll kill me,” I asked. Betraying the Cult… Being a spy… That was so dangerous. What if Zach failed? “You’ll kill my husband! My daughter!”

“We won’t touch your daughter!” Moira gasped. “She’s a child. That’s sick.”

“Nor will we kill you,” said Sable. “Your husband will stay bound, my dog, and you… You will become our slave. You won’t be so useful to us since we’ll have to bind you with spells that the Cult will soon detect. But you’ll find serving in my mansion to be… ecstatic. I’ll mold you into my perfect, little pussy pleaser and cock-whore. You’ll gladly be Zach’s fucktoy, and your husband will be so eager to watch you being used by him.”

“Yes,” groaned Philip.

“Or we free him if you agree to join up with us,” Sable said.

I shuddered. That sounded worse than my current situation. At least I was free to have a life sometime. “You promise that you will destroy the cult.”

“Zach promises,” Sable said.

“My big brother will destroy that awful cult and save those slave girls they sacrifice!” Moira looked so fierce. “He was horrified by what happened that night. Sickened. He wished he could have saved her, but…”

“He didn’t have the power,” I said numbly, knowing that same horror and outrage. To stand there and… Tears spilled down my cheeks. I shuddered beneath my husband, the shame of what I had begun washing over me. “I became a cop to… to… help the vulnerable, and now… now… I traffic them! The State Patrol procures those girls. Runaways. Living on the streets. Hopeless. Abused. We victimize them even more.”

“And my big brother will end this,” said Moira. She held out her hand. “We just have to bind you to us.”

“You said you wouldn’t,” I gasped.

“Not as a slave,” she said. “We must know that you are telling the truth. That you’re not deceiving us. That’s all. Once we know for certain that you are all the way in on helping us, then we can begin making plans.”

“Yes!” I gasped. “What do I have to do?”

“Why, eat my pussy in this magic circle I drew,” Moira said, pointing to what she had on the ground. “Voila. Isn’t that amazing? I’m skilled.”

It was an intricate magic circle drawn on the floor in chalk. It had intricate runes in it. The girl moved into it, her legs spread wide. Her pussy dripped with her juices. I had eaten women out. I had to go down on the Governor with her pussy full of cum once.

“And your husband, he’s going to fuck you,” said Moira. “You’ll be searing on his life. If you break your promise to us, he will be the one to suffer. We can’t put the spell on you, but your husband is a different matter.”

“I won’t betray you,” I whimpered.

“That’s what we hope,” Moira said. “So, are you willing to risk your husband’s life? I think you care for him.”

“She is a fool,” said Sable. “Full of love. That’s why she’s ridden with guilt. She’s not a sociopath.”

“No,” I gasped. “I’m just… weak.”

“All humans are,” said Moira. “Except my big brother. He’s got a will of iron. Now, strip then just crawl here, eat me out and cum on your husband’s cock.”

I nodded and rose to my feet. I took off my gun belt. One of the naked cops took it, smiling. They had their weapons on and nothing else. It was… hot. Then I unbuttoned my blouse. Removed my sports bra. I unlaced my boots. My husband helped me remove them. I unsnapped my pants and shoved them and my plain panties off.

Cum matted the crotch from Cantwell using me.

Naked, I sank to my knees. Moira smiled and crooked her finger. That made my pussy clench.

I was such a slut.

I crawled toward her. A landing strip of black hair led to her dripping pussy. A gold ring pierced through her clit. It made her tight and innocent slit look… naughty. I could feel the power radiating off her.

A witch.

I gripped her hips, the magic circle humming around us. I nuzzled my face into her pussy. I licked at her spicy folds. She moaned as I did that. Her back arched as I licked at her. Sable snapped her fingers. My husband groaned.

He pounced on me again.

This time, he didn’t tackle me to the floor. He mounted me, his cock slamming into my cunt in one swift thrust. The magic circle flared around us. Moira moaned while my husband groaned. I gasped as I savored his cock in me.

He wasn’t as big as Cantwell, but that didn’t matter to me. I loved Philip.

I would free him.

He groaned, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts. He kneaded them as I licked at the witch’s cunt. I stroked my tongue through her folds. I lapped at her with such hunger, my pussy clenching down on that big dick fucking me.

My husband pumped away at me. His balls slapped into my clit. I had a shaved cunt. Cantwell liked me bare. I shuddered and lapped at the witch’s spicy twat. I stroked through her folds as my twat melted around my husband’s cock.

“Christina!” he groaned.

“Ooh, that’s so good,” Moira moaned. “Oh, oh, yes, yes, can you feel it? Ooh, Truth is swirling around us!”

I just felt my husband fucking me. He pounded me with such passion. I had never been fucked like this. It was so wild, like he was a beast. I groaned into Moira’s pussy, lapping at her cunt. I buried my tongue into her depths, swirling around in her.

She gasped in delight, her perky titties jiggling. Milk beaded her nipples. Right, she just had a baby. What did her milk taste like? That idea filled my mind as I fluttered my tongue around in her spicy snatch.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Moira moaned, her head thrown back. I watched her boobs quivering. “That’s so good, Christina!”

“Christina!” growled my husband as he hammered my cunt with feral passion. “Christina!”

My pussy melted around his dick as he fucked into my twat. He buried deep and hard into me. I shuddered with each one of his thrusts. He buried into me with all that he had. It was just incredible to have him fucking me like that.

I moaned into Moira’s cunt. My tongue fluttered through her folds. I found her clit. I licked at her bud as I rose toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of pleasure. I squeezed my cunt down around my husband’s cock.

His nuts slapped into my clit.

Sparks sizzled.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, yes! I want to stop them!”

“You will help us!” Moira purred, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, my, yes! Lick my cunt!”

I stroked my tongue through her petals to her clit again and again. I loved her bud. I suckled on it as my orgasm built and built. I rushed toward my climax. I enjoyed that dick fucking me deep and hard. I shuddered with each thrust.

Moira trembled. Milk ran down her breasts from her nipples. She groaned, gripping the back of my head. She held me to her cunt. The air brimmed with the magical energy our sex created. I squeezed my cunt down on my husband’s cock.

“Christina!” he growled.

“Oh, my,” whimpered Moira. “That’s it. That’s… Yes!”

Her pussy gushed juices.

She downed me in her spicy passion. I licked through her petals. I drank all that delicious cream as my husband churned me up. He growled as he fucked me hard. His hands squeezed my tits. He kneaded them, warmth washing through my body.

He plowed into me.

I squealed as I burst into rapture.

“Christina!” my husband howled as my pussy went wild around his cock.

He buried into me.

Erupted.

“Aletheia, Spirit of Truth, Font of Veritas, I call upon you to discern the truth of Christina Teller!” squealed Moira as I licked at her pussy. “Is she committed to our cause, or does she dissemble and deceive!”

The magic circle burst with white light. It bathed us.

They knew my truth, and I knew theirs. They were honest. They wanted to destroy the cult, and they knew I wanted the same. That I would join them. I whimpered into her pussy, my mind drowning in rapture.

My husband growled as he dumped more and more blasts of his cum into my pussy. He filled me to the brim with all his passion. I shuddered, loving that delight. He flooded me with all that jizz. It was a magnificent moment.

“Oh, oh, yes!” Moira moaned. “Thank you, Spirit of Truth! Do you swear to serve my big brother, Christian Teller?”

“Yes!” I howled.

The light exploded around us, searing that truth into my heart.

I squealed and lapped at her pussy, my mind drowning in rapture. My pussy milked my husband. I worked out every drop of cum that he had in his balls. He groaned, pumping it all into me. I whimpered in delight, savoring every moment of this heat.

My husband panted as he fired the last of his cum into my pussy. I enjoyed having all that jizz in me. I shuddered, my orgasm peaking in me. I rubbed my face into Moira’s pussy as I came down from the rush.

“Mmm,” Moira purred, the light fading. “That’s so good. Ooh, ooh, she’s with us, Sable. She won’t betray us.”

“I won’t,” I said. “Now, free my husband.”

Sable snapped her fingers.

My husband ripped his cock out of my pussy and darted over to her. He knelt there before her. She undid the collar. Once it was off, he shuddered and turned back to me. His face looked the same. He must know everything by now.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, my head lowering. “I’m so sorry. I… I…”

His arms went around me.

I clung to him, burying my face into his neck. I sobbed so hard. I felt so dirty. I was used by Chief Cantwell. That Black bastard had soiled me. I clung to my husband as he stroked my back. He was so understanding.

“I didn’t… have… a…” I choked back that last word. It was a lie. I had a choice, but… “I was… afraid… so I… I…”

He picked me up.

I trembled in Philip’s arms. I had been a cop when we met. I had always felt like the strong one in the relationship. I think his gentleness was what attracted me to him. He wasn’t like the criminals, or the male cops. He wasn’t tough. Wasn’t stoic. He… He…

Was open.

He sat me down on our marital bed. We were alone. The others didn’t follow. I shuddered as my husband squeezed my breasts. He ducked his head down, suckling on my nipple. I gasped as he did that. It felt so good.

“Philip!” I cried out.

He just suckled.

He squeezed both my breasts as he loved my nipple. His cum spilled out of my pussy. I licked my lips, tasting the spicy pussy cream. I shuddered. I wouldn’t be used by Zach. I would soon only be my husband’s woman.

They promised, and I felt the truth of it.

He popped his mouth off my nipple and engulfed the other one. I groaned as he suckled on it. That felt so nice. He knew how to love me. He was such a gentle lover. I trembled on the bed, savoring what he did for me.

“Philip,” I whimpered. “I don’t need foreplay. I’m ready for you.”

He popped his mouth off my nipple. “I wasn’t too rough.”

I shook my head and smiled. “Maybe, you could do that to me again. I mean… It was hot having you pounce on me.”

He smiled at me. “It was… freeing.”

Philip kissed me as if he was scared of what he said. I groaned, loving my husband. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. His cock nuzzled into my shaved pussy. He slid into me with ease. He was back where he belonged.

The only cock that should be in me.

He pumped away at me with slow strokes. The sort that made me shiver beneath him. My breasts piled into his chest, my nipples rubbing against him. They tingled. I loved those added sparks zipping through me. It was just so good.

Our bodies moved together. We made love. It was such a beautiful thing because I knew I was purified by truth. I hated I would have to keep submitting to that Cantwell bastard, but there was a way out.

A light.

My husband was a part of that hope. He still loved me.

He thrust in and out of my cunt. It was so beautiful. I loved him. I squeezed my pussy down on him so he would cum hard. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to explode in me. My twat melted around him, my orgasm building.

He plunged deep into me, kissing me with passion. I loved his stubble. It was so wonderful having my man’s weight on me. I felt so complete right now. My toes curled as he buried into me again and again.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Phillip!”

“Christina!” he grunted, his nuts slapping into my taint. “Oh, oh, Christina!”

He plowed into me with that wonderful dick. I rose and rose toward the moment when I would cum. I wanted to just burst on him. I loved that he was in me. He felt so good as he buried into my snatch with his thick shaft.

I clamped my cunt down on him. I loved his thick shaft burying to the hilt in me. It was a glorious rush to have him pumping away at me. I came closer and closer to cumming. He grunted, burying to the hilt in me.

“It’s going to be over,” he whispered. “Soon, this nightmare is going to be over.”

“You knew before?” I whimpered.

“That you were suffering,” he groaned. “I… I… I’m here for you, Christina!”

“Philip!” I gasped as he buried into me. “I love you!”

I came.

My pussy writhed around my husband’s cock. I spasmed about him, loving this big dick burying to the hilt in me. It was so wonderful to writhe around him. He groaned as my cunt suckled at him. I wanted his cum in me.

“Yes, yes, Christina!” he groaned.

Erupted.

His cum pumped into my pussy.

I gasped in delight as he dumped blast after blast of his cum into my pussy. I shuddered beneath him, my snatch suckling at him. It was just so perfect. The rapture swept through me. I enjoyed that ecstasy so much. I was so happy about it.

“Oh, oh, yes!” I moaned. “That’s so perfect, Philip!”

“Christina!” he groaned and kissed me.

I made out with him as he spilled more of his seed into me. My pussy wrung him dry as I loved this moment. I stroked his back as I moaned into his lips. His cock twitched in me, filling me up with his seed.

He erupted one last time.

It was just us together.

Loving each other.

Joy swept through me. Swept me away. I had my family.

Chapter Sixteen

Governor Christine Locke