1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 3: Winter


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    was more than happy to take in the nubile, young women. Corina was behind me. The runaway had turned into a great sex slave, obedient and cheerful, finding happiness in her new role thanks to the God's teachings. It was a whole new world. A third of all the men in the world had died. There were a few extra women lying about just waiting to be snatched up by a strong man. The Governor and I seemed to think alike. He had a pretty Black, young woman waiting on him. She may have been his daughter, I wasn't sure. The Theocracy didn't care about such things. Governor Cantrell's dark hand shook mine with a firm grip. “I'll keep southern Idaho in line, Govenor,” I agreed. “I'm just glad this damned quarantine is finally over.” “You're telling me,” he sighed. “I couldn't even move into the Governor's mansion after Wilson died. But my wife and Jenny kept my company.” He put his arm around his daughter, and she smiled, leaning her head on the Governor's shoulder. “Your wife doesn't have a problem with Jenny?” I asked. “No, no. My wife's a devout follower. She understands these things now.” Cantrell grinned. It was rumored he had an affair a few years ago, right after he became the Lieutenant-Governor. “Okay, take care, Sheriff. I have a million things to attend to. The world almost fell apart, but at least ...
    I kept Idaho mostly together.” “Yeah. I should be heading back. Caissa county's in a bad state. It was tough getting through the winter.” I put my arm around Corina, pulling her to me. “But I had some sweet company.” The Governor laughed, slapping me on the shoulder. I walked out, Corina clinging to me. It was nice to drive my vehicle for the first time in months, even if it was all the way up to Boise. I could stay the night, but I was eager to get back to Caissa county. All winter I had been thinking about that slut with the braces and the rest of her lesbian cult. Sapphicist. What stupid name. I had planned on using those women to keep up morale with my deputies, but that had all fallen apart during the plague. My cock stirred. It was time to remind those dykes that they were part of the Theocracy, and they needed to do their part to repopulate. I started up my SUV before unzipping my pants; Corina knew what to do. “That's it,” I groaned as she sucked on my throbbing cock. I pictured the slut with braces. I wanted to enjoy her again. “Let's get home. A lot of work's piled up.” Corina sucked harder. She was such a good slut. I stroked her hair. Braces would be a nice addition to my harem. The dykes could part with one snatch. And if not, I could persuade them to see it my way. To be continued...
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