The Devil's Pact, the Cult of the Ghost
Chapter 7: Bitter
Copyright© 2015 by mypenname3000
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7: Bitter - The Ghost of Paris is dead, but he left behind a legacy. There are those who love him, who miss his touch, and will see him snatched out of the jaws of death in defiance of the Theocracy! Sequel to The Devil's Pact, the Ghost of Paris
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Coercion Lesbian Sister DomSub MaleDom Group Sex Orgy Oral Sex Anal Sex Sex Toys Lactation Water Sports Pregnancy Exhibitionism Voyeurism Doctor/Nurse Violent
Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID
My boots stomped on the ground as I followed the Holy Sluts into the Boise Airport's terminal. Behind us, the C-130 cargo planes disgorged the Legion—the private army of the Living Gods—on to the tarmac.
Alison and Desiree had come to take charge, and they did not seem happy with me. These two women were among the closest to the Gods. The first two sluts chosen to serve. The two given the important task of hunting down Warlocks. Countless evil had been stamped under their boots, including the Patriots.
I led their party, the two holy sluts, the Holy Vizier and her companion Candy, and ten heavily armed, special forces soldiers. The special forces men were all hard, carved from marble, their eyes sweeping about as if they expected attack even here.
"We've been shelling them constantly," I reported. "The Idaho National guard has dumped every ordinance they have into the Warlock's damned shield without putting a dent into it."
"Oh, I don't think they're Warlocks," the Vizier said, adjusting her glasses. She took a seat at the conference table in the airport terminal. "The shield spell would not produce a green barrier if a Warlock cast it."
Vicki and Amanda walked out with trays of iced tea, their heads downcast like proper slaves. They were naked, their bellies just swelling with my children. They were beautiful and looked almost the same. Both sisters had blonde hair, blue eyes, and nice tits. Vicki was slightly taller, though she was younger by a year.
"More sex slaves, Sheriff?" Alison asked, her eyes roaming my sluts.
"I took all three in during Wormwood," I answered. "They swore to serve me and are happy. Right girls?"
"Yes, sir," they both answered, keeping their eyes downcast like good sluts. "We love to serve you."
Alison's eyebrow raised. "And you hit them during sex as well."
"Of course," I smiled. I loved to smack my sluts around. Listening to them cry made the sex so much sweeter. "They love it, right?"
"We do," Amanda quickly answered.
"We're fortunate to serve him," Vicki added.
"So the national guard's shelling hasn't done anything?" Sam asked, staring at the photos of the shielding, her slanted eyes furrowing. "There has been no noticeable weakening of their shield?"
"No. Not that the engineers can tell. It appears to have the same radius."
"It is anchored in six spots," Sam said, tapping an aerial reconnaissance photo the Air National Guard took. "A hexagonal magical circle. That is very interesting."
Alison and Desiree, however, did not seem to care at all what Sam was saying. They were staring at my sluts. "Do you want one of them to pleasure you?" I asked, wishing to placate their foul mood. "They know how to make a woman cum."
"My wife and I will require all three of your sluts to serve us while we're here," Desiree said.
"Night and day," Alison added, putting her arm around Amanda. "Umm, they're pretty things. We're going to need them constantly." She leaned in and whispered in my slut's ear. Amanda smiled, then shot me a look, and stared back down.
"Now I know you're important and all," I said. "But those are my slaves."
"The Living Gods have yet to finalize the rules for taking sex slaves," Alison said, fixing her eyes on me. "Until that time, only the Gods may possess them."
"I misspoke," I flushed. "They act like my sex slaves. Willingly. They're my submissive sluts."
Alison's hand went to her throat and the choker that identified her as a Holy Slut. "Well, they will be submitting to us for the duration."
"Maybe permanently," Desiree added, stroking Vicki's hair.
I bristled, my hand squeezing into a fist.
Alison's eyes met mine and they hardened. "Sergeant Holland, the sheriff is going to focus all his energy on this problem. You and your men will be with him night and day to make sure he stays on task and isn't distracted."
"Yes, ma'am," a dangerous-looking soldier answered, his nose crooked and his eyes hard as they fixed on me. I shivered and swallowed.
"Are we done with all of these tedious games?" Sam asked. "We have far more important things to worry about than three whores."
"Yes, we're done," Alison sweetly smiled.
"Good. I maybe able to disrupt the shield. I'll need some time to get ready."
Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Marybeth Sargant – Caissa County, ID
"Lick my pussy, Daddy," Gabriella moaned as she straddled nothing.
Well, the Ghost was under her, but you couldn't tell that. She ground her face on nothing while her sister Remelda worked her caramel hips up and down, riding his thick cock. Zelda lounged next to them both, her legs spread and her young pussy gaping open.
The Ghost had planted a big load of cum into her pussy just moments before.
"Aren't they gorgeous?" Ursula purred.
I put my arm around her neck, pulling my blonde girlfriend tight. Her daughter Gabrielle's mouth gaped open as she came on her father's lips. The newest generations of Lionesses worked hard to please the Ghost.
The last two days had been a blur of sex. I barely cared that we were under siege. The Ghost was back. I'm not sure he had even slept for the first day. His cock was in constant use, fucking every mouth, cunt, and asshole he could. Every last member of the cult had been fucked by him at least twice.
He loved his daughters best. I couldn't blame him. It was so hot knowing the Ghost was shoving his thick cock into his daughter's flesh. There was nothing forbidden inside this farm. No act was too filthy for the Cult to revile in.
Remelda's round, brown breasts jiggled as she leaned back and Gabriella's hungry lips fell forward, engulfing her half-sister's tit. Remelda's stroked Gabriella's heavy tits as her sister suckled, her hips writhing faster.
"Oh, yes! I love Daddy's cock buried in my cunt! And I love my sister sucking on my tits."
The trio seemed very close. In the dream world, Gabriella, Remelda, and Zelda had bonded over being the cheerleaders daughters. It was a pity the entire squad hadn't been knocked up by the Ghost. I would have loved to see the Ghost's daughters prancing around in the black-and-gold cheer outfits of the Lionesses.
Ursula's hand slid down to squeeze my ass. "I want to tell him," she whispered.
"Right now?" I asked, her fingers teasing my asshole.
"Oh, Daddy! Shoot your cum inside me! Oh, fuck!"
"When he's finished with those baby sluts," giggled Ursula. Her finger probed inside my asshole. I was lubed by the Ghost's load. He fucked me an hour ago and his cum had slowly leaked out of me, running invisible down my legs.
I loved every second of that.
"I think that's a good idea," I smiled.
I wanted to marry Ursula. But we needed the Ghost's blessing. Many women in the cult had paired off, forming closer connections with another member. We were all the Ghost's women, his harem of wives, but that didn't mean we couldn't love someone else. Rhonda May and Marissa closer than sisters should be—which was hot. Tammy and Cheryl-Lynn were always loving each other. Lizzy and Heather always seemed to be hanging about. I'm not sure if they realized they actually loved each other, but they were so obvious sometimes.
I gripped the door frame as Ursula worked her fingers in and out of my backdoor. I groaned, squeezing down. Her other hand slid up my front, cupping my breast. She leaned in, her lips nibbling at my ear.
"You like that, slut?" she hissed. "Do you like my finger up your ass?"
"So much," I groaned. "Umm, keep working those digits in me."
I shuddered, heat tumbling through me. A second finger slipped into my asshole, burning pleasure rushing through me. My bowels squeezed on her plunging fingers, soft sighs escaping my lips. She traced my finger with hers, teasing my hard nub.
"That's it, slut. Watch the ghost fuck his daughters and cum like the filthy whore you are."
"The filthiest," I moaned. "I helped the Ghost molest you, after all."
I smiled, remembering how the Ghost enlisted my help to seduce Ursula. I got to lick her pussy as he fucked her. That had been so hot. My pussy clenched, dripping with my excitement. My pants joined Gabriella and Remelda's.
"I'm cumming, Daddy!" Gabriella gasped. "Momma, watch me cum!"
"I'm watchin'," purred Ursula, her fingers fucking harder in my ass. "You're so beautiful."
A minute later, Remelda gasped and moaned, slamming down on the Ghost's cock. Her dark-brown body shook, and then she fell back. Her pussy gaped open, hugging the Ghost's invisible dick. Then he popped out and her pink lips closed tight.
The bed shifted. "What did you two sluts wanna ask me?" growled the Ghost.
His hand squeezed my tit, molding my flesh. His fingers found my nipple, my pink nub stretching and deforming. I shuddered and gasped, my orgasm rippling through me. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" I gasped.
"That's not the answer to my question," laughed the Ghost. "I didn't ask if Ursula was fingerin' your cornhole."
"Sorry," I panted, struggling to think.
Ursula let out a surprised sequel. The ghost pinned her to the door frame. Her legs wrapped around thin air, her pussy gaping up as his cock slammed into her. I knelt down, my eyes wide as I watched her pink tunnel stretch around nothing. I could see how deep he was penetrating, her tunnel collapsing as he drew back.
"Fuck, that's hot," I panted.
Gabriella pressed her lithe body against mine, smiling as she watched her parents fuck.
"What did you two sluts want to ask me?" grunted the Ghost. "If you're fixin' to be fucked, I'm always glad to shove my pecker up your cheerleader cooches."
"We wanna get married," moaned Ursula, humping her hips. "We want you to marry us, Ghost."
He paused. "What's that? But you're both women?"
"So?" Ursula asked. "We love each other as much as we love you. We wanna show the Cult how deep we care for each other."
"Oh, that's so wonderful," gasped Gabriella. "Then Momma-Marybeth will be my real momma, too."
"Yep," I smiled, nuzzling my soon-to-be step-daughter's lips. She kissed like her mother.
"I reckon that's fine," the Ghost shrugged, his hips slamming harder. "So long as I get to fuck both you purtee brides."
"Of course, Ghost," I laughed. "We wouldn't want it—"
The explosion rocked the house.
Women shouted. Glass rattled. Shelves crashed. Gabriella clung to me as she shrieked in terror. Green light burst outside, flooding through the window. The shield wavered, rippling like a tidal wave had shot through it.
"What was that?" the Ghost grunted, pulling out of Ursula.
"I don't know!" she gasped.
"Outside!" Deidre shouted above the rest. "We need to strengthen the shield! They hit us with more than artillery!"
My heart thudding, I pried Gabriella off of me and followed Ursula and the rest of the women outside. The shield looked weaker. Not as green. I shuddered; not as thick. I clutched my chest in fear. An Asian woman stood at the perimeter, studying the shield. Another woman, her hair dyed half blue and half pink, stood nearby and seemed to be writing notes.
"That's the Vizier," Carla shouted. "The Theocracy has arrived in force."
I swallowed. "We can hold, right? We can hold for months and out last them?"
Deidre stared at the shield.
"We can hold, right?" I demanded, seizing her arm.
"We can," she nodded. "Let's strengthen the shield."
Sheriff Caleb Barends
"That is so interesting," Sam smiled, walking back to the command tent.
I scowled at the Asian woman. "You failed."
"I did," she nodded, still smiling. "But I learned so much. It's far stronger than I thought. And they are already strengthening it."
"By fucking?" I glanced back at the orgy of women writhing on the mattress they left out.
"Yes. They are gathering immense energy through their orgy, and they're channeling it back into the shield."
"Can you bring it down?" I wanted this to be over. I wanted my sluts back. I hadn't seen them since the airport. And wherever I walked, three special forces soldiers accompanied me. If I even showed interest in talking to a woman, they stepped in.
Fucking sluts. If the Living Gods knew how Alison and Desiree treated Their faithful servants, They would not be pleased.
"Can you take it down?" I asked. "You spent a day gathering the energy for that strike."
"Maybe," she smiled. "Candy is already readying our next attempt. Instead of one focused strike, I'm going to try and hit it with two attacks." She touched the reconnaissance photos. "If I hit this southern and southwestern edges simultaneously, I may disrupt this anchor point." Her fingers touched a point between those two sides.
"How sure are you?"
"Oh, thirty percent," she shrugged.
"How can you be so blase about this?" I asked. "Those are abominations in there. They pollute Idaho with every moment they remain."
She raised her eyebrow. "I'm studying a phenomenon I've only found hints of in my research. Whomever these Sapphicists are, they are using magic I am not completely familiar with. I need to experiment. Every time I strike, I will learn something new and refine my methods."
"So you'll bring them down?"
"Oh, I might need Mark and Mary to do the actual striking, but I shall figure out the method before they return from their anniversary celebration."
"You're going to bring the Gods in on this?" I asked, trembling in awe.
"Undoubtedly," she nodded. "They can do things that I cannot."
"They're Gods," I whispered, my heart beating with joy. I was going to meet them. They would see my sluts were returned to me. The Living Gods would understand that a man needed his property. "They can just wave their hands and bring the shield down."
Sam raised her eyebrow. "I always marvel at the effectiveness of their propaganda machine."
"Sam, I'm almost ready for you," Candy shouted.
"If you'll excuse me, Sheriff."
Propaganda machine? What was Sam implying? They were Gods. Of course they could just wave their hands and dismiss the shield. Did she not believe in their powers?
"No, they're Gods. I've seen their miracles. The Holy Vizier is just testing my faith."
I strode out, hoping Sam's next attack would crush the shield so the cunts could pay for humiliating me.
Saturday, July 26th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire
I leaned against the beam that supported the porch's support, staring at the Theocracy's minions swarming around the edge of the shield. Sam's attacks hadn't penetrated the shields, but it was only a matter of days now.
I took a deep breath of the dust swirling around.
The Ghost's hand gripped my waist. His touch lifted my spirits and sent a shiver of warmth through me. He slid up my waist, squeezing my heavy breast. His hard cock nuzzled at my ass. He was always ready to fuck.
"Can I ask you a question, Ghost?"
"Sure, sweetness," he whispered in my ear, his voice deep gravel.
"How do you have such stamina?" I asked, his thumb pinching my nipple. "When you first appeared, you didn't have the ability to last so long. Then you did?"
He chuckled. "You don't wanna know my real name."
"You're the Ghost," I shrugged. "And I do know your name. But that doesn't matter who you were before you made your Pact. What matters is how you touched us all."
His hard cock pressed against my asshole. His cock was damp, slick with some other woman or teen's juices. Probably one of his daughters. I groaned, pushing back, savoring his thickness entering me. No cock ever felt as good as his.
"I made a Pact with Astarte," he answered. "I made a deal with that slut demon and gave her Darleen to possess until sunrise. And you heard what happened that night?"
"Oh, yeah," I moaned. "The little cunt ran wild. I heard she got pregnant from that night. I learned that right before we left."
The Ghost chuckled. "Astarte used her hard."
He thrust deep into me, then drew back. A slow rhythm, stirring up my passion. "Did Astarte use you hard? In Hell?"
"That she did," he groaned. "They both did. Fuckin' Lucifer."
"I'd rather fuck you," I moaned.
He chuckled, his balls slapping into me. "So what's gonna happen when the shield fails?"
"We die." I looked over my shoulder at nothing but the far wall. I hoped I was staring into his eyes. "But we'll be together. I saw to it. We're all bound tight. Where you go, we'll follow."
"Right back down into the furnace?"
"But we won't be tied to one of the demons. We'll have power. I've been channeling some energy towards that. I knew this would all come to an end one day. Maybe not this fast. But Mark and Mary would never let us live in peace."
"No, I reckon they wouldn't. They killed me, and what harm was I causin'? Just havin' some fun. I weren't no threat to them. They was scared of me."
"They still are," I sighed, his thrust growing harder. "They brought the might of their empire down to kill us."
The Ghost laughed.
Pleasure roared through me. "Oh, Ghost. Fuck my ass. Use me! Cum in me! I'm your whore!"
I loved saying these filthy words. I loved the way he made me feel. I was his property. He desired me more than any other man. I had never been satisfied until the Ghost fucked me. And now that the Theocracy was ruining the world, I'd rather spend my eternity with this man and the Cult than bow to the Tyrants.