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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 2: The Sheriff of Caissa County

Date: 6/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Lesbian, Male Domination, Males / Female, Non-consensual sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

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 runaway.” 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. “H-how?” 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. “I...don't know. I've never...you know.” “Bullshit,” 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 panties?” “No, sir,” she whispered. “Sheriff,” I corrected. “And why aren't you wearing panties?” “Because...a 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. “People'll see us.” “And?” 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 ...