1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 7: Bitter


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    I hadn't seen them since the airport. And wherever I walked, three special forces soldiers accompanied me. If I even showed interest in talking to a woman, they stepped in. Fucking sluts. If the Living Gods knew how Alison and Desiree treated Their faithful servants, They would not be pleased. “Can you take it down?” I asked. “You spent a day gathering the energy for that strike.” “Maybe,” she smiled. “Candy is already readying our next attempt. Instead of one focused strike, I'm going to try and hit it with two attacks.” She touched the reconnaissance photos. “If I hit this southern and southwestern edges simultaneously, I may disrupt this anchor point.” Her fingers touched a point between those two sides. “How sure are you?” “Oh, thirty percent,” she shrugged. “How can you be so blase about this?” I asked. “Those are abominations in there. They pollute Idaho with every moment they remain.” She raised her eyebrow. “I'm studying a phenomenon I've only found hints of in my research. Whomever these Sapphicists are, they are using magic I am not completely familiar with. I need to experiment. Every time I strike, I will learn something new and refine my methods.” “So you'll bring them down?” “Oh, I might need Mark and Mary to do the actual striking, but I shall figure out the method before they return from their anniversary celebration.” “You're going to bring the Gods in on this?” I asked, trembling in awe. “Undoubtedly,” she nodded. “They can do things that I cannot.” “They're ...
    Gods,” I whispered, my heart beating with joy. I was going to meet them. They would see my sluts were returned to me. The Living Gods would understand that a man needed his property. “They can just wave their hands and bring the shield down.” Sam raised her eyebrow. “I always marvel at the effectiveness of their propaganda machine.” “Sam, I'm almost ready for you,” Candy shouted. “If you'll excuse me, Sheriff.” Propaganda machine? What was Sam implying? They were Gods. Of course they could just wave their hands and dismiss the shield. Did she not believe in their powers? “No, they're Gods. I've seen their miracles. The Holy Vizier is just testing my faith.” I strode out, hoping Sam's next attack would crush the shield so the cunts could pay for humiliating me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday, July 26th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire I leaned against the beam that supported the porch's support, staring at the Theocracy's minions swarming around the edge of the shield. Sam's attacks hadn't penetrated the shields, but it was only a matter of days now. I took a deep breath of the dust swirling around. The Ghost's hand gripped my waist. His touch lifted my spirits and sent a shiver of warmth through me. He slid up my waist, squeezing my heavy breast. His hard cock nuzzled at my ass. He was always ready to fuck. “Can I ask you a question, Ghost?” “Sure, sweetness,” he whispered in my ear, his voice deep gravel. “How do you have such stamina?” I asked, his thumb pinching my nipple. ...
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