Chapter 6: The Ritual

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire – Caissa County, ID

The shield rippled as another barrage of artillery slammed into it. Shells burst against it, sending shockwaves rippling through the green. It was eerie. I could see the fireballs lighting up the night sky, illuminating the farm, but the sound never reached us.

"Why does the shield let through light but not sound?" I asked Carla.

She shrugged. "You're the expert, Deidre."

I snorted. "If I'm the expert then we are in trouble. It doesn't make a lick of sense to me. All this magic..." I sighed.

"The shield's holding. I'm not detecting any weakening. We'll be safe for months."

I bit my lip, worry tightening. "We'll last long enough to summon the Ghost."

"And he'll save us," Carla smiled. "Right?"

Not in this life. "When Mark and Mary come, I don't know how long the shield will hold."

"Isn't there a way to transport us? The Warlocks can enter the Shadows. Why not us?"

"I've read the book from cover to cover. There is nothing in there for our type of magic. We're stuck here."

"What happens when the barrier fails, Deidre?" Carla asked, laying her head on my shoulder. "What are you hiding from the rest of us?"

"We'll be together," I told her. "With the Ghost."

Carla tightened her arm on my waist. "That doesn't sound bad."

"No," I admitted. "It doesn't sound bad."

But it might very well be. I wanted to tell Carla. But a selfish voice held me back. We were so close to resurrecting the Ghost and freeing him from his torment. I didn't want to take any chances and reveal our true fate.

"Doctor Savitri says Tammy's fully dilated," Ursula called out.

The cheerleader cradled her daughter Gabriella in her arms, wearing only her cheerleading skirt. Her heavy breasts swayed, nipples dark-red. She walked up to them, gazing at the shelling pounding the shields.

"It's almost beautiful," Ursula whispered.

"Almost," I smiled. "Let's go welcome the Ghost's newest daughter."

"Your sister's about to be born," Ursula cooed at her daughter. "Isn't that wonderful? You and her are gonna be such good friends. All seven of you will be. And you'll help us summon your pa. Doesn't that sound amazin'?"

Gabriella let out a yawning coo.

"I thought so," smiled Ursula and she kissed her daughter's forehead. "Come on. Let's go."

Deidre let Carla pull her to the farmhouse. Lights flickered in the house. We were using our stock of Coleman lanterns and candles. The shield had severed the power line running to the house when it raised up.

In the living room, on a mattress, Tammy gasped and moaned. Her lover Cheryl-Lynn knelt beside her, gripping the sandy-blonde teen's hand. Tammy's face went red as she strained. The entirety of the cult was crowding into the living room, straining to watch the Ghost's latest child being born.

A quiet hush fell. Only Cheryl-Lynn's whispered encouragement, Tammy's moans, and Dr. Savitri's comments filled the room. "That's it," the Indian doctor whispered, kneeling between Tammy's naked thighs. "Keep pushing. I can see the crown. Everything's looking fine."

"Yeessss!" Tammy groaned and her daughter was born.

Everyone cheered as Nurse Nevada washed the baby clean and handed her to Tammy. The teen mother cradled her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks—they weren't the only ones, my eyes flowed like the Rio Grande—as she gazed into her daughter's eyes.

"Hello, Ophelia," she cooed. "Ain't you the most beautiful thing in the world?"

"Definitely," Cheryl-Lynn beamed, kissing Tammy's sweaty forehead. "You made a cute babe, darlin'."

"Prepare the ritual," I whispered to Carla. All seven daughters had been born. It wouldn't be long now.

Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Carla Haroldson

The sun rose as I surveyed the farmyard. All the mattresses in the house had been dragged outside, piled together to form a giant bed. In the center they piled a circle of blankets and sheets. Around the mattresses, I had drawn a hexagon, furrowing the hard dirt. That had been hard, the dirt had been compacted by decades of heavy farm equipment. Then, casting a brief spell each time, I anchored each corner with an amulet.

Everything was ready for the ritual.

"Is this really gonna work?" Lizzy asked, setting her daughter Heather on the pile of sheets and comforters at the center. The innocent-looking blonde straightened up, her tits beading with milk, braces flashing on her teeth.

"It will," I told her, pulling the cute teen to me, my heavy, naked breasts brushing her budding tits. "This is the start of summoning the Ghost."

She smiled.

The other mothers walked out. Kelly placed Zelda, Latonya set down Remelda, and Ursula knelt and set Gabriella down. Rhonda May walked out with my Annabeth. I scooped my daughter up from the teen's arms, beaming at my daughter and kissing her on the forehead, before I set her down with the others. Heather set Donna down next to my daughter and Tammy came last, placing her daughter between Zelda and Gabriella.

The Ghost's daughters all cooed with delight with no idea that they were going to rescue their father from Hell. The other members of the Cult drifted out, all naked and lovely. The Ghost had great taste in women. Over the eight months we had lived on the farm, I had gotten to intimately know all thirty-two members of the cult.

Deidre was the last to emerge, her heavy breasts jiggling as she walked, tawny hair brushing her naked shoulders. A pendant glinted between her tits, seething with energy. The cult all fell on the mattress, pairing up, ready to begin the ritual to age the daughters.

We didn't have time to let them grow up normally.

I pulled Deidre down to me, sucking on her breasts. Feminine moans filled the air as the other women and teens began to make love. Heather and Lizzy lay on their sides, their lips wrapped around each other's breasts, nursing with hungry passion. Rhonda May and her twin worked a double-headed dildo in and out of their cunts, and the cheerleaders were a ball of writhing, sucking, licking flesh.

"Let the circle be complete," Deidre moaned.

A hum rippled through the air. A violet, wavering dome sprang around us, formed from the hexagon. All our lust would be channeled toward the center. Towards our daughters. I nibbled harder at Deidre's nipple, my hand sliding across her body, reaching for her hot pussy.

"Ghost of Paris, channel our energy into your daughters. Let them dream and grow and learn. Let the span of years pass in hours."

The babies gurgling fell silent as our daughters slipped into their dream. I lifted my head, staring at my sweet Annabeth. Red hair curled from her head, growing longer as her body slowly aged. It was working.

Deidre's lips latched onto my breasts, sucking hard. My milk squirted into her hungry lips. I shuddered, the pleasure shooting straight to my pussy. I loved nursing another woman. They sucked with such passion.

"Drink my milk, baby," I groaned, humping my hips. "So good."

Her hand slid down my body, brushing the folds of my pussy. Another shudder shot through me, leaving behind aching heat. Her fingers were deft and teasing. Then she pushed into me. I arched my hip, my pussy sucking at her fingers.

They wormed in deep, curling and brushing all the hot spots inside me. Her mouth sucked and swallowed spurt after spurt of my breast. She shoved a third finger into my pussy, stretching me out more. I loved it. Nerves rejoiced.

"Lick my pussy," Lizzy shouted, straddling my face.

I licked my lips through her teen cunt. She writhed atop me, smearing her delicious, sweet pussy across my lips. I held her thighs, staring up at her dripping tits as she writhed above me. Heather crawled over, sucking on her nipple as I feasted on Lizzy's pussy.

"Umm, lick her cunt, whore," hissed Deidre. "She has a cute butt. She keeps flexing it in front of my eyes."

"Maybe you should lick it," Lizzy moaned.

Deidre slipped a fourth finger inside my pussy, stretching me out even more. She slide up my body and, based on Lizzy's sequels, nuzzled at her asshole. I pictured the librarian pressing her face between Lizzy's cheek and licking at the teen's asshole.

"So good! Lick me, suck me! Oh, yes!" gasped Lizzy. "I'm gonna cum!"

She let out a low moan as her orgasm shot through her. Juices poured out of her pussy, squirting into my eager lips. I drank her down, loving every second of her juices pouring into my mouth. My own pussy was on fire, stimulated by Deidre's plunging fingers.

I was on the brink of cumming.

Deidre's fingers curled inside me, forming a fist. I shuddered as she drove deep into my pussy, my flesh clinging to her fist and wrist. I bucked, my pleasure erupting through me. I moaned into Lizzy's cunt as my body writhed out of control. My pussy convulsed about Deidre's fist plunging in and out of me.

My sexual energy poured out of my body and into the spell, sliding towards my daughter and her sisters.

Lizzy slipped off of me and the cute, redheaded Heather straddled her face, grinding her teen pussy on Lizzy's hungry lips. Deidre pulled her fist out of my pussy, her lips sucking at my other tit, eager to suckle that breast dry.

My daughter was a toddler now, growing fast. She was so beautiful. I would never get to watch her grow up for real, but I knew, in her dreams, she would experience a happy life with her sisters.

"I need you to fuck my cunt with a strap-on," Deidre purred, lifting her milk-stained lips from my breast. "Hard."

I nodded and she leaned in, kissing me. My own breast milk poured into my lips, sweet and creamy. My daughter needed to grow more. I had to keep making love to Deidre and all the other women.

Gabriella Ayers – The Dream

"You're going to grow up and save your Daddy," Mommy whispered to me as she combed my hair. I loved it. Every night she combed my hair before I went to bed. We had the same, sandy-blonde hair. That made me feel so special that I was like my mother.

Though her breasts were large and round and I was so flat. "They'll grow when you're older," she laughed. "When you hit puberty."

I loved my life. It was full of laughing and games. My sisters and I ran through endless fields of flowers, swam in cool pools of water, playing silly games. At noon, we would have our lessons, learning about the world outside the field.

Our father was a great man. The Ghost of Paris. He loved all our mothers so much that he made my sisters and I. But the evil Mark and Mary killed him and sent him to a terrible place. I cried the first time I learned this, and then I was so happy when my mother told me I would save h

"You and your sisters are the key. When you grow up, you'll be able to rescue him."

I couldn't wait for that day. Zelda and Remelda were my closest sisters. The three of us where the Lionesses' daughters. Our mothers were cheerleaders. For our tenth birthdays, we were given our own cheerleader outfits to wear. The three of us spent endless afternoons practicing our cheerleading.

We wanted to be just like our mothers.

It wasn't long after getting my cheerleader outfit that I finally hit puberty. I was the first girl to sprout breasts, though Annabeth wasn't far behind me. Our lessons started teaching us about sex and how wonderful it was when the Ghost or one of your sister lies with you.

I couldn't wait until I was old enough for sex. Every night, as mother combed my hair before bed, I asked her when it was time. "When you're old enough," she laughed, kissing me on the forehead. "The Ghost will come for you."

I hoped he would come when I turned eleven. I felt very old at eleven. I was certain he was coming when I turned twelve. At thirteen, I thought it was time. Even Hannah was sprouting breasts by the time our thirteenth birthday came.

But he hadn't come.

When we turned fourteen, I had given up hope. Fourteen wasn't much different than thirteen. Sure I was taller and on my third cheerleader uniform. My breasts were round, the biggest of all my sisters, and I had a nice down of hair between my legs. But my hopes had been so high all the other times, why would fourteen not be the same.

How wrong I was.

I was asleep on my bed beneath the stars. In my lessons I had learned of winter and cold and stormy clouds, but our home was special. It was always summer. Warm and happy. I was snuggled up on my bed. I no longer slept with my stuffed animals. I wasn't a child anymore.

My covers were pulled off of me, drawing me out of sleep. "What... ?" I murmured, reaching for my blanket.

A hand stroked my thigh beneath my light-green nightgown. A shiver of heat went through me. The touch was so electric. The sensation went straight to my nipples and pussy. I gasped, my pussy growing wet as my nipples hardened beneath my gown.

"Hello?" I asked. No one was in my bed, but a hand, larger than mother's, stroked up my leg to my pussy.

"Ain't you just the purtiest thang," a voice whispered. "Just perfect. Your momma made you right."

I beamed. "Are you the Ghost?"

"Sure as hell I am, sweet thang," he answered, his hand reaching between my legs, rubbing at my pussy.

"Oh, wow," I gasped, spreading my legs wider as his fingers stroked and touched my lips. "That's nice."

"Ain't you just a hot-blooded, little slut." The Ghost's lips kissed my cheek. "You as much a whore as your momma?"

"I want to be, Father."

"Father, huh," the Ghost said. "I reckon I am your father. Damn, if that doesn't make this hotter. You are as purtee as a junebug. I'm gonna fuck your cooch hard!"

"Oh, yes," I gasped, his finger brushing at my pussy, pressing on my cherry.

"You'll love it when your father pops your cherry," Mother always said. "He took mine and it was amazin'."

His other hand pushed down the top of my nightgown. "Damn, slut. You're almost as stacked as your momma. I need to see you naked. I need to see how purtee my daughter is."

"Yes, father," I giggled, sitting up and eagerly pulling off my nightgown and throwing it to grass around my bed.

He squeezed one of my breasts. "Just perfect titties. Umm, I got to fuck 'em."

"You can do that?" I gasped. Mother never mentioned that in all her talks.

"Sure as hell I can," he grinned. "I'm gonna enjoy my slutty daughter's sweater puppies."

He straddled my stomach, his knees dipping into my bed. He was invisible. It was so wonderful and exciting. I couldn't see what he would do next. His hands suddenly seized my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipple.

"Oh, yes, father!"

"Call me Daddy," he said. "Beg Daddy to fuck your big ol' titties."

"Please, Daddy, fuck my big titties!" My cheeks reddened as I said those words. I felt so dirty, and that made my pussy even wetter. "Please, Daddy."

"How can I say no to my darlin' daughter?"

Something long and hard shoved between my breasts. His cock. The Ghost squeezed my breasts together, his invisible fingers pressing into my plump tits. His hips rocked as he slid his cock in and out, my breasts caressing his cock.

"Do you like my titties, Daddy?"

"They are a mighty fine pair," he growled. "You're makin' my pecker feel like a million bucks. Damn, slut, but you got all your momma's purtee features."

"Did you ever fuck her titties?" I asked, squeezing my thighs together. This was so exciting. I was pleasing my father finally.

He grunted, "Sure as shit I did. Your momma had even bigger titties. Fuck, yeah. I'm gonna cum all over your purtee face. Do you want that?"

"I do, Daddy! Cum on your daughter's face!" I loved this dirty talk. "I love you, Daddy."

My father thrust his cock forward, groaning loud. His fingers dug deep into my tits' flesh. Hot, invisible liquid slashed on my neck and face. I squealed in surprise, the salty liquid splattering into my mouth.

I loved it.

"What is it, Daddy? It's so yummy."

"That's my cum. A slut like you should learn to love it."

"I will, Daddy," I moaned.

"Course you will. My daughter's gonna be a big ol' slut for Daddy and his big ol' pecker."