Chapter 4

Saturday, April 19th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

I pulled my SUV up to the farmhouse, smiling at the Sapphicist as they walked about the ranch. They were all gorgeous and succulent. And they had been very amenable the last month. When my deputies or I needed relief, we could find it with these friendly women.

The dykes all understood what would happen if they resisted me. They would quickly find themselves separated from each other and given to my deputies as sex slaves. I wouldn't mind keeping that fine Lizzy, but that would mean caring for the brat growing in her stomach.

I smiled when I saw my sweet Lizzy. She was waddling across the yard, her belly pressing up against her loose dress. She gave me such a sweet smile, her braces flashing on her teeth. She was young, fourteen or fifteen, her innocent face framed by black hair and her eyes were a sparkling blue.

"Sheriff," Deidre Cheshire nodded as I climbed out. She was the leader of the group, and not a bad fuck.

I reached out, brushing the tawny hair off her shoulder, my hand sliding down to squeeze Deidre's firm tit through her dress. The amulet that hung between her breasts sparkled as the sun caught the jade.

"Me and my boys brought you some more food," I leered.

"Thank you kindly, Sheriff," she answered in her drawl. She looked intelligent, like a librarian with her glasses perched on her face, but then she spoke and all I could hear was the accent of a Texan hick. "Who'd do you reckon you'd like to fuck today?"

"Who do you think?"

Deidre's smile broadened. "Lizzy, why don't you take the Sheriff up stairs and show him some appreciation."

"Yes, Miss Cheshire," Lizzy asked. Such a polite girl.

She waddled up to me, smiling. Her breasts were riper, filling out her dress more and robbing her of some of that youthful innocence. I put an arm around her waist, giving her perky butt a grope. She giggled like a schoolgirl and my cock swelled.

"How you been, Sheriff Barends?" she asked as we walked inside.

"Aching to be in my Sweet Lizzy," I grinned.

Her hand brushed my crotch. "I can tell. You feel backed up."

I heard my other deputies claiming their favorite. Benny had both twins on his arms. The Black man loved those two. And Mason had Nelly and Mercedes, eager to enjoy a romp with mother and daughter. Those two were quite the whores together.

As we approached the farmhouse, Heather walked out, her belly almost as swollen as Lizzy. Her cute face was framed by red curls. I snagged her. "How'd you like to play with Lizzy and me?"

"I'd love to, Sheriff," Heather answered.

With two pregnant teens on my arms, I was eager to have some fun. I don't know who knocked these two dykes up, but I was grateful. There was something so exciting about fucking a pregnant teen. She was swelling with life, ripe and inviting. Her cunt had belonged to another man, but now I was enjoying her tight snatch.

Upstairs, we entered a small room. There was a bed and two mattresses on the floor. With thirty women living in the same house, the dykes were cramped for space. The three of us fell to the nearest mattress, sharing a three way kiss as their hands went to work undressing me.

"Oh, Sheriff, you always bring us the best toy to play with," purred Heather as she pulled my pants and boxers off, my hard cock popping out.

She stroked my cock, a mischievous smile on her face, then she bent over and sucked my cock between her delectable mouth, working up and down on it. I groaned, stroking her face as Lizzy's fingers worked the buttons of my shirt off, a big smile on her face, her braces flashing on her teeth.

Naked, I looked at the two girls, Heather's mouth bobbing fast on my cock, and shook my head. "That won't do, sluts. I'm naked and your fine bodies are still clothed."

"You're right, Sheriff," Lizzy nodded, grabbing the hem of her loose, maternity dress, and pulling it over her head.

The teen was naked beneath. She was lovely and petite, her belly swollen and round. Her breasts were perky, upswept and topped with puffy nipples. Between her thighs, her pussy was a tight slit covered by a sparse, trimmed bush. I could smell her sweet excitement. My cock throbbed harder in Heather's mouth.

"Let me help you, Heather," Lizzy smiled as the redhead kept sucking me.

Lizzy reached beneath, unbuttoning Heather's dress. She pulled, the shoulders slipping off to reveal Heather's dangling, plump tits. A moment later, her round stomach was exposed. Lizzy kissed down Heather's back as she pulled the dress off. When Heather's ass was exposed, Lizzy bent down and began licking and sucking the redhead's asshole.

Heather moaned in enjoyment around my cock.

I loved this. I had such power. I could do what I wanted to these girls and no one could stop me. I could even hurt them.

I froze. No, that wasn't allowed. The Gods commands pressed on my mind. I couldn't hurt them unless they were evil. And they weren't evil, just hot, pregnant sluts. But grabbing Lizzy by the hair and dragging her about wouldn't hurt her. Just like spanking her fine ass would only excite her. Every slut loved to be spanked no matter how much they cried.

"Stop sucking, slut," I growled. "I'm ready to fuck."

Heather lifted her mouth off. "Who?"

I stood up and grabbed Lizzy's black hair, yanking her mouth from Heather's asshole. She yelped in pain; my cock throbbed harder. I dragged her across the bed and smacked her ass. "On your knees like a bitch."

"Yes, Sheriff." There was fear in her voice. I savored it.

I knelt behind her, giving her ass another slap. The stinging crack resounded through the room. She yelped, my handprint red across her ass. I grasped my cock and thrust into her pregnant, teen cunt. She gasped, her eyes widening, thrusting back into me.

"Oh, Sheriff. You're so big!"

"Just the way you love it, slut," I laughed, pounding away at her snatch.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, looking over her shoulder at me. Her braces made her seem even younger. My cock throbbed inside her.

"What do you want me to do?" Heather purred, kneeling beside Lizzy. "My pussy needs some love, too."

I smacked Lizzy's ass again. "Then put this slut's mouth to work."

Heather laughed, crawling forward and rolling on to her back, her round belly rising up. She stroked it, spreading her thighs to expose a fiery bush damp with her excitement. Lizzy didn't waste any time diving forward and licking her pregnant friend's cunt.

"Oh, yes, Lizzy!" gasped Heather. "Eat my pussy! I love it! Your braces are so fucking hot!"

I gripped Lizzy's hips, pounding the whore faster. My eyes were fixed on Heather. Her body shook, her stomach swaying and her tits jiggling. Rapture crossed her face as she humped her pussy into Lizzy's sweet mouth.

"Fucking sluts!" I growled. "All the dykes here are just whores!"

"Yes!" Heather gasped. "We're whores for you and your men. We love it when you come here and use us. It's so fucking hot!"

I thrust harder, my balls slapping into Lizzy's cunt. She was so tight, the walls of her pussy squeezing about my shaft. She milked me. Eager for my cum. Like a good slut. Praise the Living Gods for delivering this new world.

"I'm going to knock you both up when you pop out your brats," I groaned. "I want your bellies to always be swollen and sexy!"

"Yes! We'll be your broodmares!" gasped Heather. "Oh, fuck, yes! I'm cumming! Gods, yes, I'm cumming hard!"

Her juices squirted into Lizzy's mouth, the slut drinking the down. It excited Lizzy. Her pregnant pussy grew even hotter, then convulsed about me. I loved it when a young slut came on my cock.

"Fucking whore!" I groaned, smacking her ass again. She was growing cherry red, gasping in pain and pleasure as her orgasm burned through her. "Take my cock! Oh, fuck! You're such a whore! I'm going to cum so much in you!"

"Do it, please, Sheriff!" she gasped. "Give it to me! My pussy needs it!"

I buried into her. My cum pulsed out. I shuddered, spraying her cunt. Such bliss flowed through. A single moment of ecstasy. And then it was over and I slumped back. That lethargy feeling settled on me.

"Thank you for playing with us," Heather giggled, pressing her pregnant body on my right.

"It was fun, Sheriff," smiled Lizzy. She gave me a kiss, her lips sticky with Heather's spicy flavor.

"Yes, it was," I grinned. Her throat was so delicate. What would it be like to choke her while I fucked her. To hear her gasping for breath as I pounded her. It wouldn't hurt her. People got off on being choked. What color would her face turn?

Maybe I would find out next time.

Deidre Cheshire

"Why did that asshole have to come today?" I groaned to Marybeth.

The cheerleader shrugged, her shoulders brushed by her black hair. "Murphy's law, I reckon."

I glanced back at the house and watched the Sheriff wander in, trailed by Lizzy and Heather. The two girls would keep him befuddled with their illusions. For the last month, the Cult had to put up with the Sheriff and his deputies coming around looking for sex. Luckily, most of his deputies were now women thanks to the Wormwood Plague. The Cult didn't need to waste their power befuddling the women.

I smiled, it was fun to make love to the female deputies, and it added more power to the reservoir dangling between my breasts. But no man could ever touch us save for the Ghost. We were his women.

"Carla and the rest will keep them occupied," Ursula agreed, stroking her round belly. The blonde cheerleader glowed these days. Marybeth's arm was around Ursula's waist as the pair leaned against the fence. They had been dating before they joined the cult.

I peered out at the long, gravel road that led to the highway. It was the only way to reach the ranch. I didn't see any other cars on it and no dust clouds on the horizon. You saw the dust before you saw the cars. I glanced at my watch. Noel and her Patriots were supposed to be here a few minutes ago.

"She's late," I sighed.

"What if she doesn't come?" asked Cheryl-Lynn. The teen was perched on the fence post.

"She'll come," Lynn objected. The former high school teacher looked calm. "She was quite eager to meet with us when we spoke in town last week."

Contacting the Patriots had not been easy. The Cult had to resort to a spell, and even then Patriots had been cagey. It had taken over a month to earn their trust. Mark and Mary had the United States well under their thumb now, and the Theocracy was spreading its influence across the world, using the chaos of the Plague to their advantage. We needed all the allies we could get, and the Patriots were the only resistance in the US.

A line of light flared nearby, drawing a circle in thin air. I jumped in alarm, grasped my amulet, and readied to cast a defensive spell. Had the Theocracy found us? I had seen the Gods open holes in reality like this. I could faintly make out the bronze knife sawing in the light.

The circle completed and a hole appeared. Fog billowed on the other side of the hole in reality. Three figures stood in the mist. A blonde woman, her hair in a tight bun, clutched the dagger, flanked by a hulking, African American and an older man with graying hair. All three wore black, tactical garb, the two men holding assault rifles and the woman had a sword sheathed at her hip.

I blinked at that. A sword? I shuddered. It felt ... evil.

They stepped through. "You're Deidre?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah. You're Noel?" I asked, stepping forward.

She nodded, her gray-blue eyes sweeping our farm. She tensed. "Why are there cops here?"

Her hand drifted down to that sword hilt and the men's weapons came up. Fear shot through me. These three were very dangerous. And they were Warlocks. Only a Warlock could open a portal. No wonder the Patriots could fight Mark and Mary—they were just like them.

"It's okay," I said. "The Sheriff and his men like to come around and use us as their personal whorehouse."

"But we bewitch them so they see what we want," laughed Marybeth. "So relax, okay."

Noel frowned. "You're not Warlocks or Nuns or even Shamans. I've never seen blue auras before I met Lynn. We've been trying to puzzle out what that means all week."

Our Auras were blue? I had no idea. "We're Sorceresses," I answered. "We worship a dead spirit. It's similar to a Warlock's Pact, but it doesn't involve selling your soul."

"We just give it to him," sighed Ursula, stroking her belly.

"Him?" Noel frowned.

"The Ghost of Paris," Cheryl-Lynn giggled. "We're his cult."

"I thought you were a group of lesbians. The Sapphicist?"

"That's just what we tell them so they think we're still following the Gods orders. Nothing the Gods have commanded says we can't be lesbians who want to dedicate ourselves to their worship out in the pure countryside."

Noel smiled. "So you want weapons?"

"As you can see, we have a Sheriff problem. And one day, things might get messy."

"I think we can work something out."

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 – Marissa Myers

I strode to the barn, my twin marching at my side. Lizzy, Heather, and Tammy followed behind us. "I don't know about this," Lizzy whispered.

"It'll be alright," I shrugged. "Shootin' a gun is the simplest thang in the wor

"Our Pa taught us how to shoot when were only four," Rhonda May added. My twin had an excited smile on her face. Her auburn hair fell loose about her shoulders. Her blonde highlights had faded away and she hadn't been able to get more dye.