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Click hereThe other two women stood with their fingers in their twats and masturbated.
Demona stroked Coach Gillespie's forehead.
"I'm his! I would die for him! Tell him!"
"Shh," Demona soothed. "He knows." She took a silver box about the size of a deck of cards out of her medical bag. "Spread your legs, honey."
Coach did as she was told.
Demona took the woman's long, left inner pussy lip and pulled.
She moaned. "What... why are you..."
"He wants you branded, Coach. Don't you want to bear his mark?"
Coach's eyes took on a look of manic rapture. "Yes! Brand me! Mark me!"
Demona rolled her eyes. "Jesus, dial it down, Squeaky Fromme." A thin blue beam radiated from the end of the box. It etched a pattern on Coach's pussy lip: an inverted pentagram with the numbers 666 inscribed inside.
She groaned in pain and Demona sprayed it with Insta-Heal. "There you go, honey. Sugar?"
Sugar walked over and took the wild-eyed woman into her arms. "Coach Gillespie. You will forget everything that happened. But, one day, you will here: "Jason's fuck slaves rise" and you will remember who you belong to. Say it."
"Jason's fuck slaves rise." Coach said. She was drooling slightly.
"Yes, and when you hear those words or read them, you will follow the instructions given. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Oh, please, I only want to be with him forever."
"And, you will be, when he calls his whores home. Until then, you live a normal life like nothing happened."
Coach nodded and stared longingly toward Jason.
"Now, go get dressed and wait for your sisters."
Sugar smiled as the woman did as she was told.
Sugar walked back to Lisa and Constance. She took Constance's hand. "See what I did?"
"Yes. 'Jason's fuck slaves rise' - got it."
"Good, you do the others." Sugar turned to Lisa. "Go ahead. You can touch yourself. No one will judge you."
Lisa was trembling. "I... no..."
Sugar kissed her gently. She reached down and eased her fingers into the waistband of Lisa's sweats. She pulled the front away from the girl's skin.
"No, don't. I... can't."
Sugar took her left hand with her free hand. She eased it into Lisa's own sweats. "Either you do it, or I will, Lisa. We don't deny ourselves pleasure."
Lisa whimpered and then began to massage herself through her panties.
"Inside, Lisa."
Lisa slid her fingers inside her panties and found her nubbin. She had never been so wet!
Meanwhile, Jason had pushed Deborah onto her back. He lowered himself gently, pushing deep inside the beautiful coed.
"Oh... Never had... so big..."
Jason laughed. "I thought size didn't matter."
"Yes... matters... Oh, God..." She was rolling her hips wider and wider as he began to thrust. She stared into Jason's eyes. "What's happening to me?"
"You're falling in love with me."
"God! Big... Love? No... this can't."
"Quiet."
Deborah threw her head back and cried out in orgasm as Jason fucked her.
Lisa was rubbing her clit harder.
"You want to be one of us, don't you, Lisa?" Sugar whispered as she stared into the girl's grey eyes.
"Yes. Yes, I do. God help me."
"There is only one god, and his name is Morpheus. And, he is helping you. Are you his, Lisa?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I want to be his. I want this. I want to be like you!"
Sugar smiled. "Demona. Lisa here wants to be a white witch. Can you help her?"
Demona nodded and brought her bag. "Strip, babe."
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- COMMENTS
Ravey19about 2 years agoSure I've read this ons but there's so much I cannot remember. Another White Witch, whatever next??
The_Crazy_Oneabout 5 years agoHoly shit a lot is going on here. Honestly I'm starting to wonder if Sugar, Ray, and the rest of the crew form a splinter church from the main one.
I want to see more of Lisa, she comes off as not White Which stock, or could be a Sugar before Sugar got her shots.
As to this Jason, he is going to be watched or he is going to have a fuck ton of sluts at his beck and call.
Doris, Sugar should had done more. I say make her bi and a bit more open on sex, but that ship has sailed.
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Anonymousabout 5 years agoThis story is heading towards a revolution within the church. It looks like the white witches are increasing their numbers with that in mind. How fitting if the nuns and priests are taken out by a former fed ex driver and an old man who runs a porn store. I love all the chapters and can not wait to see what comes next. Thanks for writing!
wayneandanntriskelionabout 5 years agoAuthorLonely, we get your point. We do move fast, but the issue is the story spans six or seven decades... yeah. It’s a difficult balancing act. We have a lot of stories to tell, and a lot of other mainstream books to write as well. We’re trying to make sure we balance the sex and narrative - we’ll get dinged either way. Too much narrative, and our stroke audience won’t enjoy it, too much sex and our folks who like story will walk away. We’re trying hard to keep that balance. Thanks for reading and commenting!
