Chapter 9

Governor Christine Locke

I entered the elevator with my bodyguard, trooper Carlson, frowning.

What had just happened in Mayor White’s office? Did Zach serve me?

Did he dominate me?

I was bewildered because I had felt the spell work. I had chained him to me through the power of Ba’al. He had called me Madam Governor as if he were my slave. He had submitted to me. Pleased me by fucking my pussy and my asshole, and yet...

Why did he feel like he was in charge?

As the elevator doors closed, I glanced at the handsome Trooper Carlson. A member of the State Patrol, he was assigned as my bodyguard. The agency was in charge of the governor’s security. I had chosen Trooper Carlson myself for his good luck and passion as much as his skill.

“Anything strange?” I asked.

Trooper Carlson didn’t give me a strange look. Instead, he stared ahead and said, “He was accompanied by two Pierce County Sheriff patrol units. They parked up the street to not be obvious, but Banerjee spotted them.”

Trooper Banerjee was my other bodyguard and the driver. He stayed with the vehicle. That only made me more confused. How did young Zach Black have two sheriffs guarding him? Because he had power. That was clear. That was why my god, Ba’al Zaphon, had informed me of him.

It was why I had arranged to meet him and dominate him.

I had dominated him.

The spell worked.

His cum was in me.

“Are we still going to the rally in Seattle?” asked Trooper Carlson as the elevator reached the first floor.

I sighed. I had the rally followed by an interview with KIRO 7 News. “Of course.”

I marched ahead through the lobby. The city’s offices were found in the same building as the Pierce County Superior Courthouse and the Tacoma Municipal Courts. I navigated out to the back entrance, though, where my limo awaited with Trooper Banerjee. The handsome Indian man smiled at me. With his swarthy skin and dark eyes, he made my pussy melt.

I loved cuckolding my husband. I reveled in all the sex that I could have as the High Priestess of Ba’al Zaphon. One of the many gifts of my god. It would all end with the presidency. I would seize power. I quivered in anticipation of doing what no other governor of Washington State had done.

Not a single one made an impact on the national stage.

That had to change.

Trooper Banerjee nodded to me, looking professional as he opened the back door. I slid inside, my pencil skirt clinging to my thighs. I was so horny from the meeting. Zach had left me wanting more. That young man...

Trooper Carlson entered after, taking off his cavalry hat that he wore as part of his uniform. He set it down. He wore the blue uniform of the State Troopers. A lot of local and sheriff agencies had grown more casual in their uniform. Not the Washington State Patrol. They still wore their crisp, gray pants and blue jackets.

He unbuttoned his shirt as he knew what I wanted. The limo stared up as Trooper Banerjee pulled away. He glanced into the rearview mirror. I smiled at him and unbuttoned my blouse. He deserved his reward, too.

I opened the blouse and exposed my large breasts. I never wore a bra. They were perfect tits. I was blessed with bountiful assets from my pact with Ba’al Zaphon. My pink nipples thrust out hard. I cupped my breasts, kneading them.

“Madam Governor,” groaned Trooper Banerjee from the front.

I smiled and glanced at Trooper Carlson. He had his jacket off and his gun belt. He was working on getting his cock out now. I loved the rasp of his pants. He reached in and pulled out a wonderful dick. Nice and big.

I insisted.

It was one of the biggest reasons I had chosen Trooper Carlson to serve me. Spells were worked on him, of course. Suppressing his conscience. Making sure he was loyal to me. That he loved and worshiped me.

But he couldn’t be jealous of me. Possessive.

I owned him, not the other way around.

“Mmm,” I purred as he stroked his big dick. “What do you want, Trooper?”

“To serve you,” he groaned, squeezing his big dick. Not as big as Zach, though. That young man was impressive. “To love you. Worship you. I am your slave, Madam Governor.”

I smiled at those words and rose in the backseat of the limo. We were stopped at a light at the bottom of the steep hill that led down to Commencement Bay and the freeway. I moved to Trooper Carlson and hiked my skirt. I drew it up and up until I exposed my thick bush matted with cum.

I straddled him. Kissed him.

I loved the manly feel of his lips on mine. The faintest hint of stubble. He shaved every day, but he was a virile man. I shuddered, my hand gripping his thick shaft. I loved the pulse of his heartbeat up his rod. Each one seemed to say, “I am yours.”

I pressed him into my cum-matted bush to the hot folds of my cunt. I groaned and plunged my cunt down his thick shaft. He groaned, and I moaned, my back arching. My big boobs bounced. He buried his face into them.

“Oh, Trooper Carlson,” I moaned in delight. My pussy gripped his cock. I held him tight. “You are mine.”

“Yours,” he groaned.

I heard his worship. His devotion. He would die for me. Kill for me.

I squeezed my cunt down on his cock and slid up him. My pussy massaged him. He growled as I rode him. The limo pulled onto the freeway, accelerating down 705 to I-5 North. I shuddered, bouncing on the trooper’s cock.

He groaned and gripped my ass. His strong hands kneaded my butt-cheeks as I rode him. My married pussy slid up and down him. I tossed my head, loving to cuckold my husband. He had no idea that I was the leader of the Cult of Ba’al Zaphon.

That I cheated on him in orgies.

With my staff.

With men and women.

I bounced on that big dick. I loved that thick shaft in me. It was so good to have that wonderful cock in my cunt. I squeezed my twat around him and slid up and down him. I massaged him with my pussy and was rewarded with bliss.