The devil's pact, cult of the ghost chapter 2: the sheriff of caissa county

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The Devil's Pact, The Cult of the Ghost
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Two: The Sheriff of Caissa County

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

The roads were still wet from the rains that had swept in. It had been a warm winter so far. But snow was coming next week. I drove my official, Sheriff SUV down Interstate 84, heading north to Burly. I was returning to the station to have a briefing with my officers about this strange plague out of Seattle.

All ready there had been a few cases up in Boise, the state's capital. Wormwood was supposed to be dangerous as hell. Hundreds had already died out in Seattle. The news medias were all blaming Lilith, the demon that the Living Gods had ousted out of Seattle last week. Of course, it looked like she had wormed her way back into the city.

“Praise the Living Gods,” I muttered. “And let their loving gaze protect us from Lilith's foul plague.”

I had never been a religious man until I had been glued to my TV watching the events unfold in Tacoma, Washington at the end of September. The Living Gods had been so imposing and majestic as they stood triumphant over the False God. I had cheered with all of my deputies as He gave the order for Brandon to be executed.

How could you not be a fervent follower of the Living Gods after witnessing such majesty?

Farms flashed by my SUV as I sped down the highway, and wooden fences were transformed into brown blurs. The fields were golden with winter wheat, dirt roads muddy, puddles glistening. There was a flash color ahead. Something pink on the side of the road. I frowned, squinting to figure out what it was.

A girl.


I grinned, flipping on my lights and pulling off to the shoulder. It was illegal to hitchhike on the interstate. She was a lovely, young woman, her ass filling out a pair of tight jeans. She had her hands in the pocket of her thick, pink jacket, the hood lined with fur.

That was the other nice thing about the Living Gods. A man could enjoy a young woman that was ripe for the plucking.

She jumped when she noticed me, scowling with annoyance. Her eyebrows wrinkled, silver flashing above her right eye—a piercing. Her mouth was lush, pursing as she swallowed. Her green eyes shifted and her hand pushed back a lock of sandy-blonde hair.

“Hi, officer,” she smiled, trying to hide her fear. She wasn't happy to see a cop.

“You okay?” I asked, climbing out and adjusting my gunbelt.

“Of course. Just walking to my Aunt's farm.”

“Oh, yeah. Who's that?” The gravel on the shoulder crunched beneath my feet as I walked over to her. “I bet I can give you a lift.”

okay.” She pointed at the dirt road ahead leading to a farm house just visible on a distant hill. hers.”

“So you're Becca's niece?”

She quickly nodded. “Yep. Me and Aunt Becca are real close.”

“Well, that is

Her smile slipped a bit. “Um, I guess.”

“Because there ain't no one by the name of Becca at that farm.”

“Oh, no.” She covered her fear well. “Um, I must be mistaken. It's the next one down.”

“Well, I think you're lying to me.” I grasped her shoulder. “It's okay, sweetie. I'm not gonna bite. You running away?”

“I'm eighteen. I don't need to />
I cupped her chin, stroking her fair cheek. She was delicious. I was going to enjoy her. I didn't have to hold back like I used to. So many years I had been dealing with troubled or drunk teens, their nubile bodies just begging to be touched.

Praise the Living Gods.

“What are you doing, sir?” The fear returned, a tremble passing through her.

“I don't care if you ran away,” I smiled. “I think I can help you out. If you help me out.”

My cock bulged my blue jeans. I wore the beige shirt of my deputies' uniform, a big, silver star pinned above my heart, but I always opted for the more comfortable jeans than the dark-tan slacks the deputies were issued. I was the Sheriff. I could dress how I wanted.

I took her hand, bringing it down to my bulge. “I think you know how.”

“You shouldn't do that.”

“Things change. You know about the Living Gods, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Then you should know that it's okay for us to love each other. Let me love you, and I'll give you a nice, warm place to live and a job helping out around the station.” My deputies would love a morale boosting piece of ass they could fuck. Particularly if this plague grew out of hand.

know. I've never…you know.”

I laughed. “A girl with a piercing is a girl that likes to have fun. And I bet you've had a lot of fun.”

She shifted, looking down. I put my arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to my cruiser. She resisted a little, then allowed me to guide her over. She was young enough to be molded by a strong hand. My cock ached to start doing just that. At my cruiser, my hand drifted down the back of her fluffy jacket, resting on her bubbly butt. I gave a squeeze and she jumped, casting me a fearful look. “Are you wearing />
“No, sir,” she whispered.

I corrected. “And why aren't you wearing />
woman should always be ready to be fucked.”

“Praise the Living Gods,” I grinned and squeezed her ass. “I bet you're just ready to be fucked.”

“I…I guess, Sheriff”

“Then drop your pants.”

She glanced at the highway, cars streaming by, leaving trails of mist behind. see us.”

My hand squeezed her again; she yelped in pain. “I gave you an order, slut. Drop those pants and start earning your keep.”

Her hands reached down, fumbling at her jeans. They snapped open. Her cheeks were crimson as she wiggled them down her slim hips. Her ass was glorious, pale and plump, a hint of her smooth vulva peaking between her sleek thighs as she pushed them down. A nice, tight slit. Girlish. Beautiful.

“Unzip me.”

“Yes, Sheriff.”

She shuffled her feet to turn around, her jeans bunched around her ankles. She gasped as I ran a thick finger through her slit, her pussy lips engulfing my digit with warm silk. She shuddered, her eyes flashing up at me for a brief moment, then she looked down. Her hands trembled as she unfastened me. Her fear made this all the sweeter.

My cock fell out thick and throbbing. Her hand hesitantly grabbed me, shockingly cold. I groaned, savoring the sudden difference in temperature as she stroked me. She knew what to do. She had given a man pleasure before.

it,” I growled. doing good.”

“Thank you, />
My cock throbbed as her hand stroked me. Her hand grew warmer and her grip grew more sure and certain. Precum beaded the tip, bubbling out as she worked up and down on me. Her thumb brushed the tip, a shudder passing through me.

I worked my finger through her slit more. Moisture began to leak out, her cheeks growing flushed. it, slut,” I grinned. “Your cunt's heating up nicely. Are you getting eager to perform your duties and service me like a good whore?”

“Yes, Sheriff.” Her voice was so sweet.

“Good. Cause it is time for me to violate your tight cunt. Lean against my SUV's hood. You're going to love every inch of my cock.”

She shuffled around, waggling that delicious rear at me. She leaned her arms on the hood. It was too high for her to lean over proper. My cock nudged her ass, leaving a trail of shiny precum as I savored her silken flesh. I dipped between her thighs, brushing the wet warmth of her youthful cunt.

I shifted, guiding my cock. She let out a slight gasp as I explored her lips. And then I found that wet hole and I thrust in. She squeaked in shock, her back arching and her pussy sinking around my thick dick. She was so tight. Far tighter than my ex-wife ever had been. Were the girls as tight back when I was eighteen? I tried to remember, but that was over thirty years ago.

Who cares. She was tight right now and that's all that mattered.

“Take my cock, whore,” I grunted, slamming her against the side of my vehicle as I pumped in and out of her juicy depths. “Take every last inch! You love it, right.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she gasped, throwing a fearful look over her shoulder.

That made me fuck her hot depths even harder. She grew more wet as I slammed into her cunt. Her pussy squeezing down, surrounding me with her hot velvet. There was no way I was going to last long in her depth. My balls tightened as they swung and slapped her clit.

“So good. You were made to be the station whore! Everyone of my deputies is going to enjoy fucking you.”

She let out a slight moan, her lips pursed. She was fighting the pleasure, denying her body the bliss of my thick cock. That wouldn't do. I reached around her, shoving my hand down between her stomach and my SUV's fender. I wormed between her thighs. The little slut gasped when I found her clit, stroking it hard. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock and more sweet moans escaped her lips. I groaned, fucking her harder, pushing her against my car with each thrust.

it! Enjoy my cock! You're just the Sheriff's whore now!” I rubbed furiously on her clit. “Say it, cunt!”

“I'm the…the Sheriff's whore!” she moaned, her body shaking. slut, />
I buried into her, my cock aching. My cum erupted out into her delicious cunt. Her pussy clenched about me, her sighs louder, more throaty. Her head threw back, pushing into my chest as she came hard, accepting her new place in life.

I leaned against her, breathing hard. “You are a good fuck.” I pulled my cock out, shiny with her juices. A thick dollop of my cum leaked down her thigh. “Pull your jeans up. We need to get to the />
“Yes, Sheriff,” she whispered, looking down as she pulled those jeans up her wonderful ass. I opened the passenger door and she climbed into the warm cab.

I walked around and hopped in. There was a missing person alert on my computer. Corina Jennings, 15 yr old, 5'4”, 96 lb., blonde hair, green eyes, piercing in right eyebrow, last seen wearing a pink jacket, thought to be heading north from Wyoming into Cassia County.

I grinned. going to love the station, Corina.”

She gave me a sharp look.

“Don't worry. I'm not going to let such a sweet piece of ass go.” I pulled back onto the highway, stepping on the gas. I was going to be late to that meeting. But it was so worth it.

Ursula Ayers – Paris, Texas

It was chaotic in the Walmart. Everyone was buying supplies.

going on?” I asked a guy.

a case of the Wormwood Plague down in Austin and two in Dallas.”

I blinked. “Wormwood Plague?” I had been staying away from TV and the internet. I had been worried about the Ghost so much the last few days I hadn't been paying attention to what was going on in the world.

“Yeah. It broke out in Seattle on Friday and since then it's killed />
I muttered, glancing at my shopping list. The Cult of the Ghost wanted to get out of Paris as fast as possible. I was sent to the Walmart to buy supplies with Carla and Marybeth. We split up to cover more ground.

Everything had gone crazy thanks to Mark and Mary. Texas itself had tried to secede from the Union. That lasted one hour, and then our Governor was executed on live television. That's the last time I watched the TV.

“You just need faith in the Living Gods,” a woman said behind us, pushing her shopping cart.

I turned to see Happy Roberts pushing a grocery cart. I had attended the Paris Revival for Christ—led by Reverend Meriwether, Happy's the Ghost and Marybeth seduced me. Having a lesbian girlfriend was really frowned upon by the strict born-again Christians. At least it had been until Meriwether and Happy had become converted to the Living Gods and the Paris Revival for Christ became the Revival for the Living Gods. Happy, who used to dress like a school marm, wore the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen, her skirt barely covering her ass and her blouse was see through, her nipples dark patches.

She was finally dressing like the slut she was in secret. The Ghost had boasted how he had Happy wrapped around his cock, revealing that she loved to cuckold her husband. Now she did it openly. A hunky man walked behind her, one of her many lovers.

“Hello, Mrs. Roberts,” I politely nodded.

“Are you falling into this panic?” Happy asked, eyeing my cart.

I said, giving her a sheepish grin.

“You haven't ever come back to the revival since you started dating Marybeth,” Happy sighed. “Don't you know how the revival has changed? We don't look down on lesbians anymore. We welcome them.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “I love being with women. Even before the Living Gods showed us what true love was.” She gave me a wink. “I'd love to share my devotion with you and your delicious tits.”

“Well, I, uh, haven't felt the need. Marybeth and I do a lot of loving.”

She gave me a grave look. “You are one of the faithful, right?”

“Of course,” I lied.

still not hung up on that dastardly Ghost.” She shook her head. “He was a disgusting Warlock. I'm so glad the Holy Slut Alison ended his life.”

Bitch! I wanted to claw her eyes out. She had the Ghost's child growing inside her and used to be a complete whore for him. Now she hated him.

I kept my cool. “No. I'm not still hung up on him. I…er…love the Living Gods.” I did until I swore to the Ghost and was freed from Mark and Mary's disgusting powers.

Happy's hand suddenly yanked up my cheerleading skirt. I gasped, my naked pussy on display for the hunky guy with her. He leered at me, licking his lips. I pushed my skirt back down, giving Happy a glare. “What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you're following the precepts.” She lifted her skirt up, showing off her pussy covered by a thick, brown bush. “I'm always ready to fuck, right, Zack?”

he grinned.

“My brother-in-law has some nice tackle.” Happy patted Zach's bulging jeans. “And Bella and I taught him how to use it proper. Wanna give it a try?”

“Uh, no thanks. I'm in a big hurry.”

“You sure? He's quite good. I know you're a cock-hungry slut. All you cheerleaders are.” Her hand pushed beneath my skirt, petting my pussy. I shuddered, my eyes closing. A few guys stopped to watch, grinning as I moaned.

slut,” one guy called out.

My nipples dimpled the front of my black top as her fingers probed my pussy. I was still dripping wet from the orgy and her fingers were breathing life back into me. She stroked my clit with her thumb as two fingers worked into my depths.

“You have such a hot cunt,” Happy smiled. “I bet you want to just bend over, pull up that pleated skirt, and let one of these hunky guys go to town on this twat.”

I wanted to say no, but the faithful were supposed to be about free love. I glanced at the guys, all grinning at me, bulges tenting the front of their pants. I couldn't fuck them. I was the Ghost’s. I swore myself to him just an hour ago. I couldn't let them fuck me.

But I had no idea how to get of this mess without doing just that.

Happy's fingers dug in faster, her thumb rubbing harder. My hands reached out, pushing into her blouse and to squeeze her round tits. She smiled as I thumbed her hard nipples, her lips leaning in and planting a hot kiss.

“Oh, yeah! That's so hot! I love watching lesbians!” a guy groaned.

“Finger the slut! Get her ready for my hard cock!” a second man called out.

“I've always wanted to fuck a />
An orgasm swelled inside me. I drank in the attention of all these guys. I missed the Ghost's cock. My resolve weakened as Happy curled her fingers, touching my G-spot. Nerves exploded, bliss roaring through me.

I moaned. “Oh, Happy, yes!”

it, whore!” she hissed in my ear. “Cum on my />
I shuddered, bumping my shopping cart as stars danced before my eyes. She knew how to give a girl pleasure and leave her panting for more. Her finger withdrew, my pleasure receding as I gasped for breath.

“Thanks, Happy.”

“My pleasure,” she grinned, licking her fingers clean of my juices. “So, which of these studs are you going to />
“Um, well,” I swallowed. “I'm really only into girls now.”

Zack's jeans slid down, his thick cock appearing. My pussy clenched, a trickle of juices running down my thighs. I licked my lips, wanting to feel that cock inside me. It was just part of the lie, pretending that I was one of the brainwashed Thralls who bought into that pervert Mark's lies.

I turned around, presenting my rear. It was just to keep them from finding out I was immune to Mark's powers. My soul belonged to the Ghost.

The Katy Perry song that had been blaring through the Walmart suddenly cut out. “Standby for an announcement from the Living Goddess,” a woman purred into the speaker.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Happy, an almost orgasmic smile crossing her face. “What a momentous day.”

The others around us also looked eager, but a few looked fearful, bolting for the exit, not wanting to get caught hearing one of their voices. I pretended to be eager, looking up while I slowly backed my cart away.

“You are all loved by us,” Mary announced through the store. “Do not be afraid. Do not panic. A dark time is coming. The foul Lilith has unleashed a plague to punish men. She hates men. She doesn't appreciate all the wonderful things they do. But we are fighting back. The CDC is working diligently. We will contain this plague. Remember to obey our commandments and to follow the orders of our representatives. We are the only, true Gods and we love you all. And you love us. You worship us. You want nothing more than to obey us with joy. Love each other and do not try and take advantage of any confusion. Do not break any laws or commit any crimes.”

It was so eerie. The fear melted out of the Walmart. Mary had given her command, and all these people had to obey. It was too much power. The Patriots had the right idea. The Tyrants, as they called the Living Gods, needed to be stopped.

But the Ghost needed rescuing more.

Mary ended the broadcast and the Katy Perry music started playing back up. I met up with Marybeth and Carla. “We need to get out of town,” I hissed at her. “Things are getting so crazy.”

My girlfriend nodded, giving me a quick hug and a kiss.

“This plague is getting out of hand,” Carla whispered. “There are cases popping up around the world. And it kills fast. We need to leave tonight, not tomorrow like we planned. If things fall apart bad enough, they might start quarantining the states and cutting off travel.”

Wednesday, November 20th, 2013 – Lizzy Garfield – Wyoming/Idaho Border

The back of the RV bounced about as I stretched out on the bed. Ms. Huff, my chemistry teacher, was pressed in my back. She had enjoyed the Ghost in the middle of a class in October. I wish I had seen it.

“Hundreds of bodies are being burned in San Francisco,” the announcer on the portable TV said. She was a buxom, Black woman. “The Gods are ordering every man to stay inside. Last night, the Living Gods healed dozens of dying men in Omaha.”

It cut to a clip of the Living Gods before a hospital ringed by their soldiers, the Legion, and a smaller ring of scantily clad bodyguards, all dressed in slutty, Halloween cop outfits. Those women may look like eye candy but they were deadly.

fallin' apart,” I whispered, wondering if my brother was safe. I knew I would never see him again. I had made my choice.

“I know, sweetie,” Ms. Huff whispered, holding me tight. We were both naked, the back of the RV reeking of pussy juices. There wasn't a lot to do on the long drive across the country but watch the satellite TV and fuck.

“Are we there yet?” muttered Zena, rolling over and hugging me tight, her breath warm on my tits.

“No. We're nearin' the border to Idaho. About an hour, I think.”

Despite Mark and Mary's power, they had surrendered the City of Seattle to Lilith the very day we founded the Cult. That evening, we had left Paris in our convoy of three RV's and a few SUV's. This RV was being driven by Ms. Howard. She had owned Pink Boutique in the Paris Mall, my favorite clothing store. I heard the Ghost had spent a day in one of her dressing rooms and she steered all the pretty girls to his cock. Her daughter, Mercedes, was stretched out on a couch playing with her phone.

“Can you turn the TV off,” I whispered, shivering as they showed a graphic of the United States burning with red. There were deaths across the entire country.

“Yeah, sweetie,” Ms. Huff said, finding the remote buried between our naked bodies and flicking it off. “It'll be okay.” She stroked my face then leaned in and kissed me. It was so weird making out with my teacher. Her tongue probed my lips, brushing my braces. I turned, rolling over to face her. A pair of round breasts brushed my perky tits. I moaned, letting her touch banish all my fears.

hot,” sighed Zena, still snuggling up to me, her caramel hand stroking my pale belly. The Ghost had fucked Zena up the ass the same day he had taken my virginity and knocked me up. She dozed as I made out with Ms. Huff, my pussy growing wet.

“You are such a cutie,” purred my teacher. “I used to think you were just a beautiful doll in class. Always dressed in such pretty outfits, your black hair combed straight, framing this gorgeous face.” She kissed me again, her hands cupping my cheeks. “And your braces…” She shuddered. “You are such an irresistible girl.”

“And you are a hot teacher.” My cheeks grew crimson. Even after two days traveling and reveling in lesbian sex with Mercedes, Ms. Howard, Ms. Huff, Zena and the other ladies in our RV, I still felt a little embarrassed saying such shameful things. My pa would be furious with me.

My hand slid down her side, dipping between her thighs. She was hot and flushed, sticky with her passion for me. I licked my lips, eager to give her pleasure. I pushed in. She gasped, her eyes fluttering.

The RV slowed.

“Everyone get dressed!” Ms. Howard called out.

I asked.

a roadblock at the border.”

Fear hammered in my heart. We were so close. Ms. Cheshire's ranch was in Cassia County just on the other side of that road block. Everything was going to fall apart. We scrambled in the back, everyone searching for clothes, pulling on skirts and sweaters, not bothering with underwear.

I followed Zena out, the air cold, peering up ahead. Several police cars, their lights flashing, manned the border, cops in beige and tan uniforms wore gas masks, aiming assault rifles at us. A man with a megaphone, tall and dignified, though he wore blue jeans.

Ms. Cheshire was standing up at the lead RV, staring at the blockade.

“Are there any men?” boomed a voice through the megaphone.

“No!” Deidre shouted. “We're all women.”

She walked forward, unafraid. I huddled with the others. The cheerleaders formed their own clique, arms folded and tapping their feet. “What if we can't cross?” I whispered.

“We'll find away,” whispered Ms. Huff. “Have faith in the Ghost.”

But he was in Hell. How could he help us?

Deidre returned, accompanied by three cops and the man in blue jeans. The three cops had their rifles slung, ready to be used on us. Ms. Huff put her arm around me, her hand giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“What a fine bunch of women,” the man in blue jeans nodded. He was older, his hair black speckled with white, his jaw square cut. “Fine bunch.”

“As you can see, we're all women.”

“And why are you coming out here to Idaho?” he asked.

“We're Deidre answered. “Just lookin' to find a nice, quiet place so we can love each other.”
mulled the man. He had a silver star on his chest that read “Sheriff Barends, Cassia County.”

“We're lesbians wishing to dedicate ourselves to a pure contemplation of the Living Gods.”

The Sheriff's eyes swept across us. “Mighty shame that you're all lesbians.” His eyes lingered on me, and I squirmed in Ms. Huff's arms. “Mighty shame.”

a Black cop nodded. “We could use a few more fine looking women to assist us back at the />
“Well, I can't let anyone cross the border,” the Sheriff sighed.

“But we need to reach my Aunt's ranch,” Ms. Cheshire protested. “It's just down the />
“An Aunt, huh. Lot of that this week. Who was your Aunt?”

“Ester Cheshire. She left me her ranch when she died last year.”

The Sheriff squinted his eyes. “You do look a bit like Ester, now that you mention it. Your Aunt was a fine lady. But I can't be letting you through.” He walked over to me. “Unless you can prove that you'd be valuable members of the community.” His hand was strong, pulling me from Ms. Huff.

“Ms. Cheshire?” I asked, trembling as this strong man pulled me to him, his crotch bulging.

“You want to be a good follower of the Living Gods,” he grinned, reaching beneath my skirt. “Me and my men have been doing a lot of stressful work, and you could help us relive some of that stress.”

I shuddered as he touched my pussy. The Ghost was the only man that should touch me there.

“Ms Cheshire!” I called out, throwing her a frightened glance.

Sheriff Caleb Barends

I stroked the cute girl's cunt. She looked younger than sweet Corina. Her pussy was wet and she trembled, braces flashing between her teeth. I looked at Deidre Cheshire, grinning at her as I wormed a finger into the slut's pussy.

“So. Will you help us out? Give us some satisfaction? Lesbian's aren't much help in Cassia County.”

Deidre muttered, then smiled. “I would be glad to help out such devoted servants of the Gods.”

I grinned, pushing the black-haired girl against the RV. My three deputies all pulled out girls they liked. Deputy Jarvis had his ebony hands down the blouse of a busty, blonde cheerleader. Deputy Mathews was kissing a pretty, red-haired woman with a large set of tits. But Deputy Celeste took the cake. She pulled a pair of twins out of the group of women. For a dyke, Deputy Edgars wasn't all that annoying. And it was hot watching her make sweet Corina lick her pussy in the middle of the station.

I shoved my cock into the young woman's cunt. She was tight and hot, her body shuddering beneath me. “You like that, whore?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. />
She was soaking wet. So wet I bet my cock was lubed to fuck her pretty ass. “I bet you want my cock up your ass.”

“If that's what will make you happy,” she whispered.

I spread her asscheeks apart as I ripped out my cock. I slid the tip between her perfect asscheeks, teasing her sphincter. Her asshole was cute, wrinkling as she tensed when I brushed it. Gods, but I needed to fuck her hard. I thrust my cock in, loving her gasps of pain as her virgin asshole was split open.

“Take it all, whore!” I groaned, pounding her hard. just a slut for the Gods' servants. You need to be ready to always serve.”

“Yes, sir,” she panted, her face turning red as she gasped and moaned. She was so tight, hot and velvet. “Use me how you want. Fuck me, sir! Cum in me!”

Her sweet voice saying such filthy words made my hips hammer her harder. I pushed her black hair to the side, sucking at her white neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted these Sapphicists to know that I had owned their precious, lesbian cunts.

My men enjoyed themselves as well. The blonde cheerleader bounced on Deputy Jarvis's thick, Black cock while Deputy Mathews received a titty fuck from the busy redhead. Then I saw the twins sucking at Celeste Edgar's round tits. I wish I had spotted them first. Well, there was always next time.

I'd fuck them when I'd visit their ranch. These Sapphicists were going to earn their keep in my County. A bunch of women this hot didn't deserve to keep to themselves and deny the men of Cassia County their love. Especially not my deputies.

“Do you like my cock fucking your ass, whore?” I hissed in the slut's ear.

“Oh, yes! It's so good! Fuck me harder!”

I pounded her ass. It was so wonderful. Being Sheriff was so worth the headache of the election. My balls tightened, ready to unleash a thick load of cum up her ass. My thrusts grew frantic, that wonderful moment nearing.

I shuddered, grunting as my cum flooded her ass. She mewled, her ass clenching on my cock. The little slut came from getting her ass fucked. She was definitely wasted on a colony of lesbians. I ripped my dick out, leaving her asshole gaping open for a moment, my white cum leaking out.

Deidre Cheshire

“I think you earned the entrance,” Sheriff Barends grinned. “Me and my men will be sure to visit your ranch. Make sure you and your women are well taken care of.”

His grin told me exactly how he wanted to take care of me.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” I forced myself to say, exhaustion pulling me down. Sweat beaded my forehead and my sweater stuck to my breasts, the light from my amulet dying down. The spell had been so hard to maintain for so long.

He nodded to me, flashing me a lusty smile, then he and his three deputies sauntered back to the barricade.

“What just happened, Ms. Cheshire?” Lizzy asked, frowning. “They were all humping the air.”

“He thought he was fuckin you,” I told her. “I conjured an />
she smiled. “I didn't like his hands on me.”

the I nodded. “No man should lay hands on you again.”

I glanced back at the barricade. It had taken all the energy the Cult had generated the last two days to fool all the cops. Fear trembled in my heart. What would happen when the Sheriff and his cops came poking around looking for more loving?

We will face that problem when it comes. Hopefully, the plague will keep them busy.

“Let's get into the vehicles, ladies,” I shouted. “We'll be at the ranch in an hour.”

To be continued…

story by: mypenname3000

Tags: fantasy anal males / female domination/submission lesbian female/female male domination non-consensual sex sex story

Author: mypenname3000

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