1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 6: The Ritual


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    ain't I the luckiest.” The Ghost fucked me harder, my orgasm swelling inside me. “I'm gonna love you all.” “Oh, Momma!” Donna gasped, humping her hips. “Oh, Momma! Daddy loves us! Oh, yes! I'm cummin', Momma!” “Umm, that's a purtee sight! Lap up our daughter's cum, slut!” My body shuddered. My bowels writhed about his cock. My fingers dug into the mattress as my orgasm poured through me. I screamed my bliss into my daughter's tasty cunt. Her daddy buried his cock deep into my bowels. “You just came like a whore,” he laughed. “Fuck, I love that.” His cum spurted hot into me. I smiled, my ass squeezing down on his cock. He pulled out of me, my juices outlining his dick bobbing in the air. I fell atop my daughter, holding her tight as we both stared at him in delight. “So, which of you sluts should I fuck next?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sheriff Caleb Barend – Boise, ID The C-130's landed in formation, one after the other. Jets screamed by overhead before they began to circle. The Legion had arrived. I stood straight, my best sex slave Corina behind me, ready to provide any service to the Holy Sluts. The other two waited in the lounge in case they were needed. The lead plane taxied to a stop. The ground crews ran out the ladder to the camo-green plane's hatch. I forced myself not to tremble. My emotions were mixed. On the one hand, it was a great honor to meet Alison and Desiree. They were the Warlock Hunters. Their exploits were becoming famous. Back in May, every ...
    channel showed footage of the destroyed Patriot's headquarters in Montana. They were even making a movie about it. But they were here because I fucked up. I let those damn cunts get too much power. They walked all over me. I was weak compared to the Holy Sluts. Those fucking dykes. Anger threatened to overwhelm me again. Last night, I had to greatly discipline my sex slaves. They had been bad and needed their punishments. Corina's face wasn't too bruised today. I never should have disciplined her face. She didn't look so pretty with a black eye. Lessons learned. But she was a good slut and had pleasured me well afterward. I was glad to have her, Vicki, and Amanda. The plane's hatch opened and soldiers poured out. They were quick and lean, and moved with a deadly precision that made the Idaho national guard soldiers look like amateurs. They were all special forces, Desiree and Alison's personal soldiers. These were the men that helped to kill the Patriots. And they would make quick work out of the Sapphicists. Alison emerged, her pink hair clashing with the green fatigues she wore, a handgun on her side. Desiree followed, her large breasts straining at the tan tank top she wore, her hips swaying, clad by fatigues. The two women marched up. Alison was a lot younger than she seemed on TV. She was barely eighteen, her eyes darting about. She licked her lips, a silver tongue stud flashing in the light. What would those lips feel like around my cock. “It is an honor to meet you, Holy ...
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