Sam glanced at him. 'Usually.' He stood up, wiping his hands on blood-stained trousers. 'I'll get Janey and put her in the truck. Let's break camp. I've got a feeling our luck's run out in this spot.'

They had carefully reconnoitered the dry creek bed, some ten miles from where they had been attacked. They made camp in the dark, Sam gently placing the sleeping Jane Ann on blankets, covering her. He softly touched her face, wondering, as he caressed her cheek, how much time they had left together?

Walking to the group, eating cold sandwiches as they huddled in the dark in the dry creek bed, Sam told them, 'This is the way we stay alive. We eat, then move. We sleep, then move. We do not stay in one spot for any length of time. We pick our spots at night, and make them come to us. During the day, we take it to them, cut, slash, and run. How far are we from the Sorenson ranch?'

'About fifteen miles,' Jimmy said. 'To the east.'

Sam smiled his warrior's smile. 'Tomorrow, we destroy them.'

His friends looked at each other in the night. Only Chester returned the smile.

Black Wilder glanced out a window into the night, a disgusted look on his face. 'One man,' he said. 'Just one man stands in our way. Kill Balon—possess his mind—and his little group falls apart.'

'Perhaps our people did just that this night?' Nydia said.

'No, they failed.'

'Then let us take him,' Nydia suggested, hopeful tone in her voice. She wanted Balon. Wanted to make love to him. And wanted him for another reason. A demon son from Balon's seed would be a force to reckon with.

Wilder slapped her on the face, knocking the witch sprawling on the floor. His eyes burned at her. She did nothing, did not move from her reclining position, for she was too afraid of Wilder and his awesome powers.

'Stupid bitch!' he hissed at her. 'You know that is our last resort. You must know the rules of the game! You should, I've been patiently explaining them to you for centuries! Foolish woman, do you want to feel God's hand on your backside? Do you wish to spend the next thousand years crawling the earth as a bug? We don't break the rules. Send everything we have at Balon—yes. We can tempt him. We can try his patience; as you are trying mine. We can kill his friends. Then, after we've done all that, if he still fights us, and only then, with our Master's permission can we confront him. Only then, Nydia—do you understand?'

He glared down at her, his eyes yellow with rage. 'You are beginning—again—to forget just who is in charge here. Perhaps you need a lesson to remind you, Nydia?'

'No!' she screamed, remembering the last time, two centuries ago, when Wilder had her punished. While Satan rocked with laughter, the witch had been placed in a convent in France, to remain there for years, conforming to the Sisters' teachings.

It was altogether the most disgusting, degrading thing that had ever happened to her.

She still had nightmares about it.

Nydia crawled to her knees. 'Please. No! Black, you are my Master here on earth. I'll do anything you ask. Anything.'

Theirs was a most peculiar relationship. At times Nydia loved him. Other times, she hated him.

He wound his fingers in her black hair, twisting her head cruelly. 'Don't interfere with me, Nydia. I won't tolerate it. Our Master must have a place here on earth. Those are his orders. Whitfield must be taken by us, for him. Nydia, you must learn to control your rashness. You are not a child.'

'I know, Black. And I will.' She unzipped his fly, fondling his penis, huge even in its softness.

'No,' he pulled away, pushing her back. 'Not you. Not this night.'

'Please!'

'Find me a young girl. One who is soft and unskilled in love making. I would have her. Now, go!'

She rose to her feet, slipping silently through the door, blending in with the night, a black cloak wrapped around her dark gown. She was lucky to have received only a verbal scolding from the Master on earth. She knew that was true. It could have been much, much worse. Nydia recalled one rebellious witch who crossed Black Wilder. He had her powers taken from her and she was given to the Beasts.

She shuddered as she glided through the night seeking a proper young girl for the Master on earth.

She passed several homes, finally selecting one, entering without knocking. The occupants froze death-like in the darkness of the smelly home, for they knew the witch was second-in-command of this Coven. And the witch had powers none of them understood.

She took a young blonde girl by the hand, leading her to the door. 'You should all be joyful.' she said to the girl's parents. 'This night she will please Wilder.'

The mother and the father smiled and nodded their pleasure, for that was good. Their eyes glowed with pride. Their only regret was that they would not be permitted to see the penetration. In what had once been the parsonage of the Christian Church of Whitfield, now the residence of Black Wilder and Nydia, the Master of the Coven smiled as he thought of what Balon would think once he learned his home was now the home of Satan's agent. He laughed aloud, looking up as Nydia entered with the young girl. He nodded his approval at her selection. ''I remember her, Nydia. You did well.' The witch smiled at his compliment. All had been forgiven.

'Make her ready to receive me,' he ordered, 'Let me see you work. Amuse me, Nydia—you do it so well.'

Nydia dropped her robe on the floor, and the girl stared at her beauty. The heavy, rose-tipped breasts, the flat stomach, the thick, dark bush. Nydia stripped the girl, knowing this was what Wilder enjoyed—among other things. Long before this night was over, before the dark softened into day, the young girl would know full well the power and perversity of Black Wilder.

She slowly removed the girl's clothing, smiling at her high, not-yet-mature breasts. She licked her lips at the blossoming pubic hair. Wilder's eyes glowed with a yellowish light of desire as he took in young beauty.

'What is your name?' he asked.

'Keri.'

'Do you love me, Keri?'

'With all my heart, Master.'

'Good,' Wilder smiled. 'Very good.' He looked at Nydia. 'Continue.'

She pulled the girl to her, a young mouth closing around a nipple. Nydia slipped her hand over the girl's flat belly, caressing her. Her hand found the opening between her legs, wetting her.

'Take her to a bedroom,' Wilder ordered. 'I'll be along after a time. In the interim, Nydia. you may love her as you wish.'

The witch smiled.

When they had gone, Wilder picked up the phone, and gave the operator the number of the asylum. 'Loose the idiots,' he said. 'Then get out.' He replaced the receiver in its cradle and sat for a time, smiling. This would give Balon something new to combat.

Later, Wilder entered the bedroom, standing over the bed, smiling as he listened to the moans and cries from the young girl. Nydia's hair was fanned out over the whiteness of the teenager's belly, the witch's mouth busy between widespread legs.

Wilder undressed, his huge penis dangling between his thighs, beginning to stiffen with desire. He rudely pulled Nydia from the girl and climb onto the bed.

'You know what to do,' he told her.

She slipped around to the teenager's head, pinning the girl's slender arms to the bed. As Wilder began his push forward spreading the wet wetness, the girl screamed in pain.

Nydia and Wilder laughed at the child's wailings. Wilder's hugeness pushed further, ignoring the thrashing beneath him, loving the agony that writhed under him, the slender young legs jerking, flashing white in the darkness.

And one could almost hear Satan's howling.

Friday - The Second Day

Jane Ann awakened in Sam's arms, for a moment not remembering where she was or what had happened to bring her to this much confusion. She felt drugged.

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