Chapter 3

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“This is a mistake,” Nisha said, her eyes boring into me. “Snap his neck. Prove your strength and eliminate the threat now. He will stab you in the back the first chance he can get.”

I believed her.

I released Charles and nodded to my brother. I would give him the benefit of the doubt. If he could work for me, or just be useful against our father, I would take it. If he tried to back stab me, I would make him pay.

I passed the spirits of the cultist women writhing on the guards. They were all men who had been controlled by sex. Promised to have all their sexual fantasies realized through Charles’s power. Nisha had predicted the method he used to bind them to him.

“People sell their souls for three reasons: money, power, and sex,” Nisha had told me when she devised my plan. “It’s the same reason that people murder. Why? Because money, power, and sex are good things. Things that humans all enjoy, and your kind enjoys them so much, you will take shortcuts to get them. You will be selfish and self-destructive in pursuit of these good things. Therefore, they will be vulnerable to the women in you who also were chained by sex. It is why you use it to bind your slaves to you. Lust. Exploit it.”

I could summon these women back to me. I released another wave of them to flow out before me and seize any more guards between here and the exit just in case then I released Agent Donna Preston. The redhead stepped from me still dressed in her tactical uniform.

“My Lord,” she said, bowing her head low.

“Manipulate the controls to get me out of here,” I said, nodding to the gate. “I assume you know how to do that.”

She grinned and darted through the wall.

“You have to trust me,” Nisha said as I waited for the gate to open. “I gave you the answer. I gambled on using your new power, which had been untested, on my theory of how he bound his women. I have surrendered to you, so use me.”

“I am using you,” I told her. “And I do trust you.”

A loud buzz erupted. The gate clattered open. I marched forward, passing another prison guard being ridden by a busty Asian girl with pierced nipples who smiled at me. Her life had been so unfairly snuffed out by Ashtaroth.

“But you ignored me,” she said and pressed her body against mine as we waited for the next door. This one buzzed. I yanked it open and walked out with Nisha pressed against me. There was on more door to go. “I just want to help you.”

“I know,” I said, her hand reaching into my pants and fondling my cock. I hardened beneath her touch. It felt so good having her work up and down me. I stood before the last door. Once more, it buzzed. “And you are.”

I stepped outside where my three cops awaited. Officer Mindy opened her back door. I summoned all the spirits to me as I climbed inside. Nisha followed me in and straddled my waist. The spirits rushed out of the prison, passing unseen to my cops. Of if they did, they didn’t care.

I felt all the spirits entering me, all of them happy to have served me. Agent Donna was last. She was the most fervent of them. I had claimed her before she died. She was already predisposed to serve me with all her heart.

“You created me to be your adviser, Master,” Nisha cooed, her pussy rubbing on my cock. She cupped my face and stared into my eyes. “Trust me. Please. Follow my advice. I won’t disobey. I know my place.”

“What’s your advice?” I asked. “Besides killing my brother.”

“Censure your sister.”

I frowned. “Censure?”

“Punish. She must be disciplined for holding back such important information, but not severely nor cruelly. She and her child are very important, and we do not want to risk her pregnancy ever. Still, she needs to learn there are consequences to her actions. Punishment with love.”

I frowned at that. It was a suggestion. She had angered me.

“Where to, Lord?” asked Mindy.

“Home,” I said, enjoying Nisha’s pussy on my cock. She wiggled her hips. “I have plans to make.”

“Yes, we have plans to make, Master,” Nisha moaned and engulfed my cock with her hot pussy.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed her pussy working up and down my cock. She massaged me with that hot pussy. It felt so good having her cunt working up and down my dick. The car pulled away, leaving behind the jail.

The streetlights flashed past as that hot pussy worked up and down me. I didn’t doze off like before, I was thinking. Which, admittedly, was hard to do with that hot pussy working up and down my cock. I needed to work on my next plan.

My political aspirations. I needed to attain local office next and Charles had to be freed from prison. I would make inroads into Pierce County. Perhaps run for the Mayor of Tacoma. You could be mayor at a young age. I had to start making friends.

I had a start. A judge. Some cops. I had to broaden my targets.

It was hard to go beyond that thought with Nisha’s hot pussy working up and down my dick. She squeezed me with her hot flesh. She felt fantastic around my cock. Just stupendous working up and down me. I loved every second of it.

I gripped her imaginary hips as I savored my thought form’s delicious cunt riding me. She plunged her hot flesh down my dick. I groaned as Officer Mindy drove me to the house. A smile spread on my lips at how good that pussy felt.

She rode me with that hot flesh, driving me wild. I enjoyed every last second of that cunt working up and down me. She squeezed her pussy around me. I groaned, her flesh bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I would have a huge spurt of cum into her pussy.

I would flood her with all that I had.

“Damn,” I groaned. “That’s good. Damn, that’s so good!”

Officer Mindy said not a word as she heard me moaning. She was a good bodyguard. Loyal. Discreet.

I opened my eyes and watched Nisha’s boobs bouncing before me. She smiled at me and stroked her fingers through my hair. That hot pussy plunged down my cock. She was right. My sister had to be punished. Spare the rod, spoil the child.

“We’ll arrange for my sister’s punishment when she’s discharged from the hospital,” I groaned. “Like a Father disciplining a child,” groaned Nisha. “Out of love for her to correct a problem. She acts too independently of you. She has to serve you. You are in charge, right?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“That’s right, Master. Mmm, you rule us all. You rule me. I am yours, Master. Yours! Use my wisdom! Trust me!”

“I trust you,” I groaned and slapped her ass. I felt her flesh. Heard the stinging sound. Mindy wouldn’t see anything.

Nisha was all mine.

I loved that hot pussy working up and down me. It was so good to have that twat riding me. Just amazing to have her working her snatch up and down me. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum in her. Just flood her spiritual pussy with my jizz.

She squeezed her cunt down around me. She held me tight with that hot flesh. It was just an incredible moment. I was so happy about it. So glad for that hot twat to work up and down me. It was a fabulous moment. A glorious one.

“Oh, Master, I’m going to cum on your mighty cock!”

“Do it,” I growled.

She plunged her cunt down my dick and gasped in delight. Her pussy rippled around me. Her head threw back. Her dusky tits bounced before me. It was such a glorious delight to enjoy. The pressure in my nuts grew as the ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

“Master!” Nisha gasped, her pussy convulsing around me. “Just give me your seed. Offer it to me!”

“It’s yours!” I groaned and erupted.

My spunk spurted into her cunt. The pleasure slammed through me. I loved this pleasure rushing through my body. It was just such a good moment. It was fantastic having all this bliss rushing through me. Stars flashed across my vision.

Her pussy rippled around me, drawing out my offering. I pumped her cunt full of my cum. It was just an incredible rush to have all that delight sweeping through me. It was fantastic. The ecstasy crashed into my mind.

Stars shone across my vision as I growled out my pleasure.

“Yes, yes, I love your seed, Master!” gasped Nisha as she milked my cock.

I erupted into her one last time. A final blast of pleasure that shot through me. It was so good to have it crashing into my mind. I shuddered here, loving this moment. It was just a beautiful thing. I loved every last second of it.

I smiled from ear to ear as I loved what she did to me. I felt so good. My body quivered through all that bliss. My heart pounded in my chest as the car drove on. Nisha smiled at me and pressed her boobs into my chest.

“I love you, Master,” she purred.

“Love you,” I groaned, holding my thought form.

Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

The spirits vanished. I shook my head at my officers. So easily overcome by that attack. Spirits of the very women who had been enslaved by Ashtaroth. I didn’t care, though. It was my mother that needed me. She was bound in there.

I knew the vessel I wanted to use to hold her soul in the long room, but a temporary one might be necessary. I glanced at Bubba Ducain as he stood, shaking his head and rubbing at the wet spot in the front of his pants.

“I want the prettiest blonde in the jail brought to my cell,” I said and spun around.

“Yes ... Prophet,” he panted, his face flushed.

I headed back to my cell and waited. I could use some pussy anyways. I had been focused on my astral powers. Now it was time to reward myself. I would prepare her, too. Ready her to be my mother’s temporary vessel.

After about thirty minutes, Bubba Ducain returned with a blonde woman. A petite thing in an orange jumpsuit with a pretty, if sullen, face. “This here’s Lizzie Small, Prophet. Prettiest blonde in the entire jail.”

“You a prophet?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Got some juice, huh, getting me dragged here? You gonna rape me? I bite.”