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

... smiled, rolling on my back as the former librarian walked into the room naked, her jade pendant swinging between her breasts. “How'd you generate so much power?” she asked in awe. “It was a flood.” “Nursing,” I grinned, hefting Ursula's tit. “There's some left.” Deidre smiled and leaned down, sucking hard. Her amulet flared as the energy pulled in. “Wow. That's intense and delicious.” Ursula giggled then winced, clutching her stomach. “Oh, wow.” “You okay?” I asked her. “Just a cramp,” she shrugged. “I'm sure it's...” Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow. That is some cramp.” “Are you in labor?” I asked. She was due in two days. “Umm, maybe.” “I'll go get Doctor Savitri,” Deidre said. “I heard cumming can induce labor.” Ursula laughed. “What a pleasant way too...oooh, my. Yes, go get the doctor.” She squeezed my hand and my heart beat in excitement. The Ghost's first daughter was being born. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, June 30th, 2014 – Ursula Ayers “You're just so beautiful,” I smiled at the infant in her arms. Ten hours of labor was worth it to bring this beautiful creature into existence. “My precious Georgina.” Marybeth sat beside me, holding my hand. “Oh, she's cute,” moaned Lizzy. The entire cult was trying to enter the room, gazing down at my daughter. “You're so special,” I whispered to her. “You're going to set your father free. He'll be so happy to meet you.” Georgina let out a mewling sigh, her eyes closed and her little fists balled up. I beamed as I rocked ...

... her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday, July 16th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends I strode into the dyke's farmhouse, my boots spattering mud on their clean floors. I didn't care. I was the law of southern Idaho. The government was changing. Slowly the Theocracy was taking over, and I was more than happy to help them out. It meant more power. The dykes all smiled at me as I strode up. “Sheriff,” Lizzy smiled, cradling her newborn daughter in her arms. What a pity her brat finally had came out. For the last two weeks, they had been popping out their mewling infants. “Any of you whores still pregnant?” I demanded. I couldn't get enough of defiling a pregnant slut. I had knocked up all three of my sex slaves, but they wouldn't be showing for a few more months. “Tammy,” Lizzy answered. “She's upstairs waiting for you.” “Good,” I grinned. “You dykes are learning.” Today's visit was spur of the moment. That urge to fuck one of the pregnant dykes set in while I was driving back from the border with Wyoming. We had a rumor that a group of denialist had been camping in the area. A lot of the devout Christians, Jews, and Muslims had taken to the hills, cutting themselves off from civilization to avoid hearing the Living Gods' message. We rounded them up and my men were processing them. They'd be taken to jail until the next broadcast. Then they'd be happy, productive members of society again. One of the denialist women had been pregnant and it set my blood boiling. I couldn't take a ...