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


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    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. “Everythang's 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. “That's 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 ...
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