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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear

Date: 1/17/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Female/Female, Incest, Lesbian, Male / Females, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

your shoes?” “I lost them during gym class,” he quickly answered. “Um, I think my classmates must have stolen them.” “Yeah,” Alexina nodded. “He's been missing his shoes all day.” “That's right,” Lois added. “And he was home Wednesday night,” Chyna added. “We spent a quiet evening making love. Right girls.” “Yep,” Toni nodded. “We had quite a lot of fun.” Kyle's mother was talking quietly into her phone, pacing back and forth. Aaliyah walked over to her. “It will be okay, Mother. There is nothing here that they can find to connect Kyle. Okay.” She froze, glancing at the cop. “Did you...wish?” Aaliyah nodded. “So do not fear.” “But they suspect him. Aaliyah, once the cops suspect someone they will hound them for years.” A crash came from inside and her mother-in-law flinched. “I can restore any damage they inflict. Be calm, Mother.” “How? The cops think my son is a murderer.” She looked at Aaliyah, her dark eyes swimming with fear. “Your son saved me. It wasn't...that, okay.” She began pacing again, her breath coming in rapid gasps. “I need to call Stanley. He'll know what to do.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Burke smiled at the weapons that had been Braiden, Frankie, and Zane. They were his familiars now. He had armed the boys with spells, augmenting their strength, their reflexes, and removing that pesky fear that kept humans from truly committing to an attack. He wiped his brow, the spells had been taxing changing such unwilling subjects, but it would be worth it when he ... moved against Kyle. The boy had a Djinn artifact and Burke wanted to avoid direct confrontation if at all possible. His phone rang, a smile curled his lips. “Hello, Faiza.” Another one of his weapons. “The police are searching my house, Stanley,” she sobbed; it wasn't the real Faiza but the construct he had created in her mind. His cock hardened with the memory of Faiza's screams as he shaped the new, more obedient personality. “I don't know what to do.” “I'll be right over,” he grinned. Another opportunity. Faiza needed one last step to armor her against her son's powers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Nothing!” demanded Detective Donnar. “No shoes that match any of the prints, no clothes soiled, no blood residue, and no weapons?” “I've never seen a house this clean,” Officer Reynolds said. “It's spotless.” Hours of searching had yielded nothing that seemed promising. Anyone that had been involved in the cabin massacre had to have been splattered with blood. There had to be traces in the house, on clothes, tracked in on the soles of shoes. Luminol could make even the most minute traces of blood appear. Not even the most careful cleaning could get it all. “We might be on the wrong trail,” Officer Reynolds groaned, standing up and rubbing at the small of his back. “Shit!” the Detective growled. “We're not. Kyle's car was at the scene. His wife is connected to all the victim and she is missing! Kyle is neck deep in this mess!” “Coincidence,” shrugged the officer. “That's what a ...