Stud Conquerors the World Book Twelve: the Busty Priestess
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Chapter 13
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Leo must play a deadly game with a dark cult.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Lesbian Heterosexual Cheating Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black
Sable picked up the phone. “Zach?”
“Sheriff’s been arrested by the State Patrol,” I told her as I climbed into the back of the limo, “and I’ve been summoned to the governor’s mansion.”
“Shit,” Sable said. I heard my sister cry out in the background. “What should I do?”
“Take Christina now,” I said. “I want her turned over to my side.”
“And you?” Sable asked. “You’re walking into the governor’s mansion. She’ll have cops.”
“I’ll bring my own,” I said. “It’ll be fine. She wants to gloat. She wants to weaken me. This is a game.”
“Fine,” she said.
I hung up as the limo and my police escort pulled away from the house. I had not expected this. I knew the governor was looking into my father. Good luck with that. I knew who he was. Where he was at. He was a problem for much, much later.
Nisha crossed her arms and legs across from me, thinking. We had plans to make.
Hangs up.
Sable Newport
“What, what?” Moira demanded. She bounced before me, looking so curious at me.
I flicked my gaze past her to the man kneeling like a bitch in the middle of the room. Mother was kneeling beside him. The man, Mr. Nelson, stared up at me with such eagerness in his eyes. Moira had worked her magic, and now he was my slave.
“Call your wife,” I said. “Think of some excuse that will get her here. An emergency.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said and bounded to his feet.
“What is going on?” Moira asked.
“The governor moved against us,” I said. “Your brother’s on his way to see her.”
“He can’t do that! He can’t trust her!” Moira shook her head. “We should go.”
“We have to take Christina and turn her,” I said, grabbing her arm as she went to the door. “Now, be quiet, he’s about to call her.”
Moira puffed out her cheeks, her purple hair swaying about her face. I understood. This was bad. The sheriff? We relied on his forces. Who would replace him? We would have to make sure we controlled the interim sheriff, too.
Fucking bitch.
Assistant Chief Cristina Teller
The search of Sheriff Billings’s house continued.
We had arrested the good sheriff having sex with his two underage daughters. He was in the back of the car, the girls crying in another. I had seen far, far worse since I had joined the cult. Underage girls fucked and sacrificed for power.
It was so hypocritical. I was trapped in this awful position, my soul slowly eroding every time I submitted to the chief’s lusts. There was no power in my future like I was promised, just more and more degradation until I was so buried in filth that there was no escape.
My phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and frowned. My husband was calling. I wasn’t wearing body cams like my troopers, but I still didn’t want to take it in earshot of anyone who was recording.
I headed out the backdoor of the house and into the yard. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame. I had Chief Cantwell’s cum in my pussy. He fucked me before sending me on this raid. I was such a whore.
“Yes, Philip?” I asked. “It’s not a good time. We just raided an important person. Big case.”
“I need you to come home. Someone broke into our house.” He paused. “It’s a mess. I don’t know what to do. The house is clear, but ... It’s bad.”
I sighed. A break-in. That was all I needed to deal with. “I’ll be home soon.”
“Right away?” he asked. Philip was never this needy. He knew I had an important phone call.
“Yes, yes, right away,” I said. He needed me. I had to go.
I hung up and headed into the house. I found Detective Sergeant Maurice and told him that I had an emergency, and he should finish leading the investigation and the interrogation. He nodded. It would be a long day for him, and it was his case.
I was just overseeing it.
“I’ll be back for the interviews hopefully,” I said and left the same.
I climbed into my Police Interceptor Utility, the SUV that was white with the State Trooper’s silver shield on the door. I climbed in and started the car up. I drove south. It took me nearly an hour to get home. I was wondering what the state of affairs would be.
A break-in? My anger burned. I should find out who did that and have their skin flayed from their body. I knew who could do that. The cult could do some nasty things to people. They would ... I shuddered at the dark places my imagination went.
That wasn’t me.
I pulled into my driveway. No cops were here. Maybe they had left by now. I climbed out beside my husband’s car. I headed to the door. I didn’t see any signs of forced entry. It was closed. I reached the door and opened it.
Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black
“You have to be calm,” Nisha said.
I arched an eyebrow at her.
“Being angry will just play into the governor’s plans,” she said. “She’ll see how much this hurts you. She wants you dependent on her.”
“Dependent?” I muttered. I frowned. “She’ll want to choose the new Pierce County Sheriff.”
“The interim,” said Nisha. “Until the elections. Then she can get her person in the position.”
“And Billings is just stuck in prison?” I demanded. “I made promises to him. He’s only fucking his daughters because of me.”
Detective Annette Carson glanced at me. She was the only one with me in the back of the SUV. She wore her civilian clothes, a pencil skirt, blouse, and blazer. She didn’t say anything. She knew I was talking with Nisha, whom she thought was an angel.
“Yes,” my thought form said. She folded her arms beneath her large breasts. “He will be going to prison.”
“No way out?” I asked.
“It’s in the press,” she said. “Those allegations are devastating.”
I glanced at Detective Carson. “Do the press know about the sheriff’s arrest?”
Detective Carson nodded. She worked for the sheriffs. “State Troopers put out a press release the moment they arrested him. It’ll be leading all the local news at 5 PM, the papers will have it tomorrow, and it’s already on YouTube. He’s cooked.”
“But he’ll be into the prison system, which we are controlling,” Nisha said. “His daughters can be slipped in. They can keep him company. He’s off the board, for now, but that doesn’t mean we cannot take care of him.”
I leaned back. She was right. He was off the board. “We have to control the new sheriff.” I hesitated. “No, the sheriff department. Let’s unleash the missionaries on them. All deputies converted.” I smiled. “Then the State Troopers. The low-level one. Lay the foundation for Christina to take over.”
“And Chief Cantwell?” asked Detective Carson.
“We kill him,” said Nisha. “We cannot take him down through the legal system. Not with the governor’s control over it. The press will be on her. We could get some rumors out there, but if he dies peacefully in his sleep...”
I nodded. I had killed one man already. Moira had killed another woman in her eagerness to be useful to me. I leaned back in the chair. “We’ll figure out how to kill Chief Cantwell in his sleep once we have the pieces ready to take over the State Troopers.”
“That’s the governor’s power base,” said Detective Carson. “Her personal police force.”
I was feeling so much calmer now. It was disgusting, but that was the game, wasn’t it? “Carson, contact my brother’s lawyer. He’s the sheriff’s attorney. Get him in to meet him and tell him he’ll be taken care of. Just be patient. I’ll meet with him in a few days when things calm down.”
Detective Carson nodded and pulled out her phone. She made the call.
The limo drove south toward Olympia. It took nearly an hour to get there. We made other plans. I spoke with Mrs. Fillmore, the High Priestess of the Cult of Zach and the Angel Nisha. So strange to have a cult named after myself. She sent the missionaries out to seduce people into the growing cult.
Those young women, always accompanied by their husbands, had slept their way through the prison system, enlightening the dangerous men into my service. Now they could do the same to the police.
Plus, they could recruit me some more sexy women to guard me. I would need them.
By the time everything was arranged, we were nearing Olympia. It would be only a little bit more time before we were face-to-face with Governor Christine Locke. I looked at Nisha, and she nodded. We had to discuss our plans to deal with the governor.
Sheriff Todd Billings
I sat in the interrogation room in the State Trooper station on 112th, my hands cuffed and a cup of water before me. How did this happen? I was supposed to be protected.
The door opened, and a young trooper said, “Your lawyer is here.”
I blinked. Lawyer. I didn’t have a lawyer. The trooper did not look happy. They wanted to interrogate me, but now they had to turn off the recording devices. The light on the camera up in the corner went off.
“Marcus Lindstrom,” the man said who walked in. He wore a cheap suit, his brown hair balding. He pushed up his glasses and set down his briefcase. “Zach has sent me to be your lawyer.” Hope shone in my eyes. “You’re going to get me off?”
He sighed. “Sadly, no. It’s in the press. You were caught with your daughters. State troopers released some salacious texts and photos, censored just enough to be enticing to the whores in the press. Even if you don’t go to prison, you are done as the sheriff.”
I slumped back.
“But that doesn’t mean Zach has forgotten you,” he said. “You forget that his brother’s followers control the jail. You will have a comfortable cell with your daughters at your side.”
My eyes shot up.
“I’ve already arranged for them to be with ‘family,’” Lindstrom continued. “They’ll be with you when you reach the jail. You’ll be sentenced, of course, and we’ll make sure you end up in Clallam Bay with Charles. All the comforts you can want until Zach is in full power in this state. You’ll be rewarded.” He sighed. “You just got caught up in this contest between Zach and the governor.”
I leaned back. “Okay.”
“So say nothing,” he said. “You’re going to be held without bail. Given the crimes, and your position, it’ll happen.” He smiled at me. “Just have faith, Zach and Charles will take care of you. They took care of me. I’m very happy with my daughter. I understand how a father can feel about his daughters.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Good, good,” he said. “Just sit tight.”
Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black
We reached the governor’s mansion. I had Detective Carson and six cops with me. There were four state troopers with rifles out front of the governor’s mansion. They wore their gray-blue uniforms and their campaign hats, looking like statues.
Like the guards at Buckingham Palace.
“Should have brought more cops,” I muttered. I took a deep breath. I wore one of the suits Unthaa made for me. They should have an effect on the governor. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
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