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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 4: Illusions

The Devil's Pact, The Cult of the Ghost by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Four: Illusions Saturday, April 19th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho I pulled my SUV up to the farmhouse, smiling at the Sapphicist as they walked about the ranch. They were all gorgeous and succulent. And they had been very amenable the last month. When my deputies or I needed relief, we could find it with these friendly women. The dykes all understood what would happen if they resisted me. They would quickly find themselves separated from each other and given to my deputies as sex slaves. I wouldn't mind keeping that fine Lizzy, but that would mean caring for the brat growing in her stomach. I smiled when I saw my sweet Lizzy. She was waddling across the yard, her belly pressing up against her loose dress. She gave me such a sweet smile, her braces flashing on her teeth. She was young, eighteen, her innocent face framed by black hair and her eyes were a sparkling blue. “Sheriff,” Deidre Cheshire nodded as I climbed out. She was the leader of the group, and not a bad fuck. I reached out, brushing the tawny hair off her shoulder, my hand sliding down to squeeze Deidre's firm tit through her dress. The amulet that hung between her breasts sparkled as the sun caught the jade. “Me and my boys brought you some more food,” I leered. “Thank you kindly, Sheriff,” she answered in her drawl. She looked intelligent, like a librarian with her glasses perched on her face, but then she ...

... spoke and all I could hear was the accent of a Texan hick. “Who'd do you reckon you'd like to fuck today?” “Who do you think?” Deidre's smile broadened. “Lizzy, why don't you take the Sheriff up stairs and show him some appreciation.” “Yes, Miss Cheshire,” Lizzy asked. Such a polite girl. She waddled up to me, smiling. Her breasts were riper, filling out her dress more and robbing her of some of that youthful innocence. I put an arm around her waist, giving her perky butt a grope. She giggled like a schoolgirl and my cock swelled. “How you been, Sheriff Barends?” she asked as we walked inside. “Aching to be in my Sweet Lizzy,” I grinned. Her hand brushed my crotch. “I can tell. You feel backed up.” I heard my other deputies claiming their favorite. Benny had both twins on his arms. The Black man loved those two. And Mason had Nelly and Mercedes, eager to enjoy a romp with mother and daughter. Those two were quite the whores together. As we approached the farmhouse, Heather walked out, her belly almost as swollen as Lizzy. Her cute face was framed by red curls. I snagged her. “How'd you like to play with Lizzy and me?” “I'd love to, Sheriff,” Heather answered. With two pregnant eighteen year olds on my arms, I was eager to have some fun. I don't know who knocked these two dykes up, but I was grateful. There was something so exciting about fucking a pregnant, young woman. She was swelling with life, ripe and inviting. Her cunt had belonged to another man, but now I was enjoying ...