Chapter 3: Winter

Wednesday, November 21st, 2013 – Deidre Cheshire – Cassia County, ID

I hadn't been to my dead aunt's ranch since I was a kid. It seemed the same now as it had then, like time had stopped for this one spot and the rest of the world had moved on. Right into the hands of Mark Glassner.

The main house was painted a faded blue, rising three stories at the center around several barns and sheds. My great-grand father had built it to house his rather large family at the turn of the last century. But with thirty women, it was going to be cramped.

"Let's get everything inside," I clapped.

The thirty of us had pooled our resources before we left, clearing out every store in Paris for supplies: sleeping bags, dry goods, and canned food. Dr. Savitri Anada, our resident gynecologist, had brought as much medical supplies from her clinic as she could.

I touched the gold amulet around my neck, brushing the inlaid green jade and black jet. All the power our devotion to the Ghost had generated was contained in this amulet. I had to use a lot of it to keep that Sheriff from molesting Lizzy. The new, sexual freedom of the Theocracy had definitely let some men think they could fuck any woman they wanted.

And since that was the way the false god Mark acted, it wasn't at all surprising.

"It's nice," Rhonda May smiled, hefting a sleeping bag. Her twin sister carried a crate of canned food.

With this amulet, and the seven unborn daughters of the Ghost, we would yank him out of Hell. The Boone High cheer squad hauled out bags of flour and rice, still wearing their black-and-gold uniforms. Three of them—Ursula, Kelly, and Latonya—were pregnant. I knew they were all carrying girls. I cast a spell to make sure their fetuses were female. Lizzy, the smallest and youngest member of the cult, strained to carry supplies. She was another mother-to-be. The last two were Tammy, a teen, and Carla, the former ghost hunter.

I lugged supplies in with the rest, the inside of the house cold and dusty. The woodpile alongside the barn was well stocked with more than enough to make it through the winter. We'd probably have to use the fireplace and wood burning stove to keep the house warm.

"What are we going to about the Sheriff?" Carla whispered, falling in along beside me, her red curls tumbling about her shoulders.

"I'll use the illusions to distract him again," I told her.

"But that takes power. Aren't we going to need to stockpile it as we near our due dates?" She patted her stomach "Will you be able to keep it up?"

I frowned, thinking back to the Tenets of Respect and Worship, the Chinese book from which I had learned the ancestral magic. There was a defensive spell in it. It would require the other amulets. "I think there's a last resort we can prepare. Hopefully, we can keep the pig distracted until he find something else to amuse him."

"Fucking pervert," she muttered. "So, what's this defensive spell?"

"Well, six of us will get to have some fun with the Ghost," I smiled.

"I volunteer!"

I looked out at the other women streaming in and out. "Maybe it's best if I don't play favorites."

"I guess," laughed Carla. "I'll prepare some lots to be drawn."

"Thanks."

I blinked as she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before she turned and walked off. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet remnants of pussy. I don't know why I was surprised that her lips were adorned with feminine juices, there was a lot of loving going on. Even I had made love to half of the women in the cult already despite the fact that, until our meeting, I had never even thought about being with a woman.

It was ... nice. Though I would prefer the Ghost's cock.

"Don't just stand there, Ms. Cheshire," Lizzy said, her braces flashing as she smiled. She dropped a bag of sex toys on the table. "We have lots of work to do."

"You're right, sugar," I smiled, putting my arm around her shoulders. "How you feelin'?"

"Fine," she smiled. "I got to pee a lot."

"You're, what, two months pregnant."

"About," she nodded. "I still get queasy in the morning. It sucks."

I wish I had his child. I might still turn up pregnant. I had been with the ghost a week ago. But it was so early in my cycle, I doubted I had conceived.

It took almost an hour to unload all our supplies. We all crammed into the den, women and teens sitting on the floor, cuddling up together, or crammed on the two couches and the love seat. They looked around the room. A crackling fire warmed the den, painting the walls with dancing shadows.

"What's going on?" Mindy asked. As far as we knew, she was the Ghost's first lover. She loved to talk about the time he popped her cherry in a changing room at the mall.

"I want to cast a defensive spell," I smiled. "We generated a lot of energy during that orgy when we swore ourselves. Enough to come close to putting up defensive wards."

"Is this about that pervy Sheriff?" Cheryl-Lynn asked, her arm around her pregnant girlfriend Tammy. "Who did he think he was, trying to molest us?"

"Yeah. Only the Ghost should do that," giggled Marissa, snuggled up with her twin sister.

I explained the problem to them. We were going to need to store power in my amulet, to be ready when the children were born so we could summon the Ghost and free him from the Devil and Astarte's bonds. When I mentioned the six lucky women casting the spell would get a visit from the Ghost, they were all excited.

"Let's do this!" clapped Ruth. She was naked. The Ghost had turned her into some sort of exhibitionist. He affected each of us in different ways. "I want to be picked!" Her perky tits bounced as she shot her arm up.

"We're going to draw lots," I said. "Carla has filled up a jar with six slips of paper marked with a star. If you're chosen, then you get to be one of the lucky girls.

The women and teens were all excited to be the ghost lovers. Rhonda May was the first one to get lucky and draw a lot, the teen performing a celebratory dance like she had just scored a touchdown. The next chosen were Zena, Mercedes, Ruth, Nevada, and Latonya.

I opened up a small bag I had in my purse, dumping out six amulets made of silver set with green jade. "These will be the foci for the spell. We need to power them so these six women can cast it."

"And how do we power it?" Rhonda May asked, a big grin on her face as she took one of the amulets.

"How do you think?" I laughed, licking my lips.

I could feel the pure, feminine lust in the air. Rhonda May's twin sister pulled her down, the pair exchanging quite the charged kiss as their clothes fell off. Nevada, our nurse, was swept up by Doctor Savitri, a naughty gynecologist that the Ghost had enlisted to help molest patients. The Indian woman tongued the the busty nurse, playing with Nevada's pierced nipples.

Nevada pushed Doctor Savitri down, spreading her cinnamon thighs. Savitri moaned, her pussy shaved except for a strip of black hair leading down to her clit. Nevada kissed down the landing strip until she reached Savitri's clit, nuzzling and licking.

"Oh, yes," gasped the Doctor. "Umm, that's it."

The jade amulet hanging from the nurse's neck flickered with green light and her plump ass invitingly wagging at me. I fished out a U-shaped dildo, a strapless strap-on. I pushed the curved end into my pussy, my tunnel gripping the bulbous end. It was shaped so these amazing ridges pressed against my clit, the dildo thrusting out before me.

I felt to my knees behind her, licking up the nurse's spicy pussy, sucking on her fat labia. She moaned, squirming a she pleasured the doctor. I tongued her pussy as hard as I could, giving her all the pleasure I was capable of. I wanted her to moan and shudder on my lips.

I wanted her to explode.

I nibbled on her clit, my nose pressing into her sweet folds. All I could smell was her delightful pussy. The air resounded with gasps and moans as women squirmed about us, pressing against our bodies in the narrow confines.

"Suck my pussy, slut!"

"Oh, yes! Eat me! Oh, fuck!"

"Tongue me!"

"I love it when you suck on my tits!"

"Drink my piss! That's it! Oh, yes! You filthy whore!"

My pussy squeezed about the round end of the dildo, eager for my pleasure. The nurse gasped into the Doctor's pussy, her hips shaking. A flood of spicy passion poured into my lips as she had her first orgasm.

The jade amulet grew a little brighter.

I rose, burying the end of the dildo into her cunt. "Oh, yes!" I groaned. "Take my cock, whore! Oh, fuck!"

My hips pumped, pleasure stirring through me. I loved it. My dildo sloshed through her wet pussy, pressing against my clit. I smacked her ass, loving the way her flesh jiggled. I smacked her again. She moaned, thrusting her hips back into me.

The dildo pressed hard against my clit.

My passion exploded through my body. I slammed into her, thrusting my hips back. I shuddered, my orgasm pumping hot. Her jade flared as more pleasure was fed to it, an offering to the Ghost.

"Yes!" I moaned. "Fuck, yes!"

I kept pumping, my orgasm shuddering through me, my clit rejoicing with the thrill of it. I was swaying, almost lost to the bliss. I almost could feel the Ghost watching us from Hell, smiling with satisfaction as he saw our dedication to him.

"Yes! I'm cumming!" Nevada gasped. "For you, Ghost! Yes, yes, yes!"

Thursday, November 22nd, 2013 – Rhonda May Myers

I trooped outside the next day, the jade amulet shining around my neck. The orgy last night had been intense. It had never quite ended. You just sort of collapsed and slept before you were dragged back in. Some had paused to cook food, eating in hurried bites before plunging back into the orgy to add more passion to power the amulet.

I wanted to sleep for a week.

But first I was going to go be with the Ghost.

The other five women had already been out to cast the spell and came out with big smiles on their face, well-fucked by the ghost. They had been naked like I was. It was so cold. My nipples were hard and my skin goosepimpling. But I needed to do this to get everything ready for the ghost. I walked out past the barns before hopping over a fence into a dirty horse paddock.

I reached the point Deidre told me to, stretching out on the cold ground.

"Blue hells, that is cold," I gasped, shifting on the ground and looking up at the sky, my legs spreading wide. My teeth chattered, making speech impossible for a moment. Something drifted down, white and fluffy.

Snow.

I pushed my hands between my thighs, pressing them into my pussy. "I call upon my guardian spirit. Come upon me, Ghost of Paris. Leave your mark on my body and this spot. Defend your devoted worshipers."

Another shiver went through me, but not from the cold. Electricity dance on my skin, the jade pendant flaring with powerful light, pushing away the cold. The snow fell on me, a flake here, a flake there, melting instantly, water beading across my flesh.

"Well, well, well, another purtee, young thang itchin' for my pecker," a voice hissed out of nowhere.

"It's you," I beamed. "I missed you."

"Course you did, sweetness." A hand slid up my thigh, fingers shoving into my pussy. I grew wet in an instant, heat burning through me. "You're just a slut achin' for my big, ol' pecker."

"I am! My pussy's missed your pecker so much! Me 'n Marissa both. We can't wait for you to be reborn."

His fingers pumped harder inside me, curling up. I arched my back, shuddering, so deliriously happy to be touched by him again. His thumb brushed my clit, bliss pouring through me. The pleasure swelled and then I gasped and writhed, cumming on his fingers.

"Yes, yes! That's what I needed!"

"You cummin' already, slut?"

"Hell, yeah, I am!" I gasped. "You're touchin' me!"

He chuckled, pulling out his fingers. I could see them outlined by my juices. The falling snow settled in his hair and on his shoulders, melting and running across his invisible body. He loomed over me, blocking the snow, his hard cock brushing my thigh.