The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 2: The Sheriff of Caissa County - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 2: The Sheriff of Caissa County

... her thumb rubbing harder. My hands reached out, pushing into her blouse and to squeeze her round tits. She smiled as I thumbed her hard nipples, her lips leaning in and planting a hot kiss. “Oh, yeah! That's so hot! I love watching lesbians!” a guy groaned. “Finger the slut! Get her ready for my hard cock!” a second man called out. “I've always wanted to fuck a cheerleader.” An orgasm swelled inside me. I drank in the attention of all these guys. I missed the Ghost's cock. My resolve weakened as Happy curled her fingers, touching my G-spot. Nerves exploded, bliss roaring through me. “Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Happy, yes!” “That's it, whore!” she hissed in my ear. “Cum on my fingers!” I shuddered, bumping my shopping cart as stars danced before my eyes. She knew how to give a girl pleasure and leave her panting for more. Her finger withdrew, my pleasure receding as I gasped for breath. “Thanks, Happy.” “My pleasure,” she grinned, licking her fingers clean of my juices. “So, which of these studs are you going to pleasure?” “Um, well,” I swallowed. “I'm really only into girls now.” Zack's jeans slid down, his thick cock appearing. My pussy clenched, a trickle of juices running down my thighs. I licked my lips, wanting to feel that cock inside me. It was just part of the lie, pretending that I was one of the brainwashed Thralls who bought into that pervert Mark's lies. I turned around, presenting my rear. It was just to keep them from finding out I was immune to Mark's powers. My ...

... soul belonged to the Ghost. The Katy Perry song that had been blaring through the Walmart suddenly cut out. “Standby for an announcement from the Living Goddess,” a woman purred into the speaker. “Oh, yes,” gasped Happy, an almost orgasmic smile crossing her face. “What a momentous day.” The others around us also looked eager, but a few looked fearful, bolting for the exit, not wanting to get caught hearing one of their voices. I pretended to be eager, looking up while I slowly backed my cart away. “You are all loved by us,” Mary announced through the store. “Do not be afraid. Do not panic. A dark time is coming. The foul Lilith has unleashed a plague to punish men. She hates men. She doesn't appreciate all the wonderful things they do. But we are fighting back. The CDC is working diligently. We will contain this plague. Remember to obey our commandments and to follow the orders of our representatives. We are the only, true Gods and we love you all. And you love us. You worship us. You want nothing more than to obey us with joy. Love each other and do not try and take advantage of any confusion. Do not break any laws or commit any crimes.” It was so eerie. The fear melted out of the Walmart. Mary had given her command, and all these people had to obey. It was too much power. The Patriots had the right idea. The Tyrants, as they called the Living Gods, needed to be stopped. But the Ghost needed rescuing more. Mary ended the broadcast and the Katy Perry music started playing back ...