Chapter 3

Susannah Augustine

I tried not to tremble as worry for Zach twisted my guts.

His mother was crocheting on the couch nearby. I had never seen it, but she pulled it out and was working on it. Moira passed. Her succubus, Ms. Rayne, was at her side. Sometimes, the pair of them whispered to each other. Sable stood remote by the comms room waiting for news.

The last report from Ms. Denise was that she and Detective Carson were still on standby. He had been at the governor’s mansion for hours. There was a party going on, but we didn’t know what it was about. He walked into the lion’s den with hardly any prep.

I wasn’t worried about Zach, except...

The governor was suspicious of him.

What if she figured out he wasn’t under her magical domination? What if this party was a trap? It wasn’t an official party. There was no mention of it on the governor’s calendar. No announcement of an event being held at the mansion.

It was a private party.

The Cult of Ba’al’s party.

I rubbed at my arms, goosebumps rising. I was so helpless. There was nothing I could do but just sit here and wait to find out if something awful had happened to him. It was terrible. I couldn’t breathe. It was suffocating.

“He’ll be fine,” said his mother. Mrs. Black was my future mother-in-law. “You’ll see. My son won’t be trapped.”

I nodded. I had to have her faith in Zach. He was the greatest man in the world.

“The angel Nisha is watching over him,” I said.

Moira shot me a look and started laughing. Not mocking, but almost hysterical. The poor thing looked like she was about to crack. Mrs. Black put aside her crocheting and rose. She moved to her daughter and engulfed her in her arms.

“Just have faith in your brother,” she said.

Faith...

I closed my eyes and prayed to the angel Nisha and to Zach himself. He was holy. He was chosen by God to save the world from the cults of Ba’al and Molech and Marduk and Dagon and all the other demonic powers that had ruined this world.

I had faith. I believed in my brother-husband.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Offering ... Dedication...

Fear swept through me. Fear I had to control. My cock, wet from the redheaded slave’s suckling, bounced before me. It thrust out the fly of my tuxedo. Governor Christine Locke led me through the throng, her boobs jiggling in her low-cut, blue dress.

I had to dedicate myself to Ba’al.

How was I getting out of this?

In the center of the room, an altar had been erected. It was covered in a black sheet trimmed in a strange, gold design. A geometric pattern of squares that almost resembled teeth. On it lay a blonde girl. She was petite, maybe fourteen, naked save for a collar about her throat.

I had seen her moving about as a serving girl. The rest of the cult gathered around. They were all staring at us as the governor led me to the girl. She trembled on the altar. Her eyes looked glossy like she had been drugged.

“Give your offering of seed to Ba’al Zaphon,” purred the governor and released my arm. “Let yours be the first offering of the night.”

I could do that. The girl’s legs hung off the altar, her tight, shaved slit at the right height to be penetrated. Everyone stared at me, ready to watch me fuck her. If I didn’t, I would not escape this place alive.

Nisha nodded her agreement. “Your sister’s magic should protect you.”

Should...

I just had to trust in Moira’s spell as I stepped up between the girl’s thighs. She lolled there until I pressed my cock against her shaved pussy lips. She groaned, her eyes locking on me. They were so innocent and vulnerable.

Their blue depths arrested me.

I felt eternity pulling me down into her depths. I shook my head, breaking the gaze. What was that? It frightened me, but I had to fuck her. I felt all the eyes of the cultists on me. The Chief of the Washington State Patrol, the Chief Justice of the State Supreme Court, the Governor of the State of Washington, and more.

Powerful people.

I thrust.

I hit the slave-girl’s hymen. I gasped as her cherry tore. She squealed and arched her back as I took her virginity. It was incredible to sink into pussy’s depths. She felt incredible around me. She groaned with delight as I sank deeper and deeper into her pussy.

She squeezed her twat down around me as I bottomed out in her deflowered depths. The cult applauded at her deflowering. I groaned, savoring having every inch of my dick buried to the hilt in her pussy.

“The way is open,” said Governor Christine Locke. “Our Lord’s newest disciple is the first to travel the path.”

The girl’s cunt clamped down on me as the others started chanting. The men were low, deep. A resonating base. The women were sonorous. The song wove around me. Nisha whipped her head back and forth.