The Devil’s Pact, The Cult of the Ghost
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Three: Winter

Wednesday, November 21st, 2013 – Deidre Cheshire – Cassia County, ID

I hadn’t been to my dead aunt’s ranch since I was a kid. It seemed the same now as it had then, like time had stopped for this one spot and the rest of the world had moved on. Right into the hands of Mark Glassner.

The main house was painted a faded blue, rising three stories at the center around several barns and sheds. My great-grand father had built it to house his rather large family at the turn of the last century. But with thirty women, it was going to be cramped.

“Let’s get everything inside,” I clapped.

The thirty of us had pooled our resources before we left, clearing out every store in Paris for supplies: sleeping bags, dry goods, and canned food. Dr. Savitri Anada, our resident gynecologist, had brought as much medical supplies from her clinic as she could.

I touched the gold amulet around my neck, brushing the inlaid green jade and black jet. All the power our devotion to the Ghost had generated was contained in this amulet. I had to use a lot of it to keep that Sheriff from molesting Lizzy. The new, sexual freedom of the Theocracy had definitely let some men think they could fuck any woman they wanted.

And since that was the way the false god Mark acted, it wasn’t at all surprising.

“It’s nice,” Rhonda May smiled, hefting a sleeping bag. Her twin sister carried a crate of canned food.

With this amulet, and the seven unborn daughters of the Ghost, we would yank him out of Hell. The Boone High cheer squad hauled out bags of flour and rice, still wearing their black-and-gold uniforms. Three of them—Ursula, Kelly, and Latonya—were pregnant. I knew they were all carrying girls. I cast a spell to make sure their fetuses were female. Lizzy, the smallest and youngest member of the cult, strained to carry supplies. She was another mother-to-be. The last two were Tammy, a young woman, and Carla, the former ghost hunter.

I lugged supplies in with the rest, the inside of the house cold and dusty. The woodpile alongside the barn was well stocked with more than enough to make it through the winter. We’d probably have to use the fireplace and wood burning stove to keep the house warm.

“What are we going to about the Sheriff?” Carla whispered, falling in along beside me, her red curls tumbling about her shoulders.

“I’ll use the illusions to distract him again,” I told her.

“But that takes power. Aren’t we going to need to stockpile it as we near our due dates?” She patted her stomach “Will you be able to keep it up?”

I frowned, thinking back to the Tenets of Respect and Worship, the Chinese book from which I had learned the ancestral magic. There was a defensive spell in it. It would require the other amulets. “I think there’s a last resort we can prepare. Hopefully, we can keep the pig distracted until he find something else to amuse him.”

“Fucking pervert,” she muttered. “So, what’s this defensive spell?”

“Well, six of us will get to have some fun with the Ghost,” I smiled.

“I volunteer!”

I looked out at the other women streaming in and out. “Maybe it’s best if I don’t play favorites.”

“I guess,” laughed Carla. “I’ll prepare some lots to be drawn.”

“Thanks.”

I blinked as she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before she turned and walked off. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet remnants of pussy. I don’t know why I was surprised that her lips were adorned with feminine juices, there was a lot of loving going on. Even I had made love to half of the women in the cult already despite the fact that, until our meeting, I had never even thought about being with a woman.

It was…nice. Though I would prefer the Ghost’s cock.

“Don’t just stand there, Ms. Cheshire,” Lizzy said, her braces flashing as she smiled. She dropped a bag of sex toys on the table. “We have lots of work to do.”

“You’re right, sugar,” I smiled, putting my arm around her shoulders. “How you feelin’?”

“Fine,” she smiled. “I got to pee a lot.”

“You’re, what, two months pregnant.”

“About,” she nodded. “I still get queasy in the morning. It sucks.”

I wish I had his child. I might still turn up pregnant. I had been with the ghost a week ago. But it was so early in my cycle, I doubted I had conceived.

It took almost an hour to unload all our supplies. We all crammed into the den, the women sitting on the floor, cuddling up together, or crammed on the two couches and the love seat. They looked around the room. A crackling fire warmed the den, painting the walls with dancing shadows.

“What’s going on?” Mindy asked. As far as we knew, she was the Ghost’s first lover. She loved to talk about the time he popped her cherry in a changing room at the mall.

“I want to cast a defensive spell,” I smiled. “We generated a lot of energy during that orgy when we swore ourselves. Enough to come close to putting up defensive wards.”

“Is this about that pervy Sheriff?” Cheryl-Lynn asked, her arm around her pregnant girlfriend Tammy. “Who did he think he was, trying to molest us?”

“Yeah. Only the Ghost should do that,” giggled Marissa, snuggled up with her twin sister.

I explained the problem to them. We were going to need to store power in my amulet, to be ready when the children were born so we could summon the Ghost and free him from the Devil and Astarte’s bonds. When I mentioned the six lucky women casting the spell would get a visit from the Ghost, they were all excited.

“Let’s do this!” clapped Ruth. She was naked. The Ghost had turned her into some sort of exhibitionist. He affected each of us in different ways. “I want to be picked!” Her perky tits bounced as she shot her arm up.

“We’re going to draw lots,” I said. “Carla has filled up a jar with six slips of paper marked with a star. If you’re chosen, then you get to be one of the lucky girls.

The women were all excited to be the ghost lovers. Rhonda May was the first one to get lucky and draw a lot, the young woman performing a celebratory dance like she had just scored a touchdown.