SATAN’S VILLAGE 8 by Oral Slave 666

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Writer: Oral Slave 666

Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 8

Link: LS666 Email / 09.01.2025

Satan’s Village 8 — Perfect Temptation

It was almost two when Thor stepped into the room only to find Helga asleep on the bed with her back to him — naked as innocent Eve. Broken cookies littered the bed. He wrinkled his nose: the room stank. Having been married one hundred and fifty years ago, he recognized the smell as vaginal juices and male crotch. What was happening to Helga? True, they had been surrounded by deviant sex nonstop since arriving here, but he never dreamed she could be so affected.

Her golden hair glistened in the afternoon sun, and her body shone with her sweat and nectars. She was so beautiful, and he loved her so much. He followed the line of her back to her firm buttocks then the cleft to the wet, sacred spot between her thighs. This town is pulling you away from me, and I will not let you go, he thought. They had been on many dangerous missions together, bled and drawn blood, faced down monsters, and demons, and horrors beyond imagining, always united. What can I do? He sat on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder. It was soft and warm.

Helga opened her eyes which were still glazed with lust. She lifted her head and chest slowly, sensually, to look him in the eyes. She grasped his other hand and placed it on her breast, and he began to rub her erect nipple.

She kissed him, just brushing his lips, then deeply, sticking her tongue into his mouth, wanting him to taste the cum flavor. She reached for his crotch and stroked his straining manhood through the denim. There was a wet spot. His cocked ached. He wanted her so bad, and it seemed so right. It had been a century of celibacy.

She began to take off his belt. No. This was a sin. Most damnable sin. The woman is the mother of all temptation. Damn you Helga! He ran from the room, down the stairs, and out into the clean air gasping. What was he going to do? He couldn’t complete the mission without Helga, but from now on, every time with her would feed the lust in his sinful heart. There was no way to exorcize it from her, no way to talk her out of this. Like someone with altitude sickness, she had to come down off the mountain, get out of this town, to survive. Should he abort? And what about the girl?

Samiel Scratch turned on his presentation and the room darkened. Around the table were Jack Sacher and Isis Sin, the local producers of the Village’s porn, and, looking quite skeptical, Brad Dannon and Shannon Wit, outside financiers and distributors.

“Oh, my,” Shannon twittered.

It was “Bring Your Kids to Work” day, and Jack and Isis had brought their twelve-year-old son and daughter and their nine-year-old daughter and son respectively. Shannon was having her pussy serviced by the talented tongue of Baba Sin. The outsiders had requested the younger children.

“Wow. She’s only nine?”

“Yes. She’s enthusiastic when it comes to cunnilingus,” Isis said proudly.

“Well,” Samiel began, “Child porn has been a big money maker for the Village,” he pointed with his laser at the profits by year slide, “These have been relatively cheap to produce but expensive to distribute due to the FBI,” the next slide was profit versus costs, “Also, the market is limited to pedophiles or people who have advanced in their porn viewing to CP.”

“Uuugghhh,” Jack grunted.

After a few seconds, a naked Baal appeared from under the table with cum dripping onto his chin.

“Good boy.”

He patted him on the head and kissed him on the lips. Baal went back under looking for more cock to suck.

“It usually takes at least a few years of viewing before non-pedos are into what we market, and very few customers are women.”

The next slide had the age and sex distribution of viewers. Ninety-eight per cent were male.

“Now our goal here is not profit.”

Dannon woke up from his blow job-induced stupor and sat up straight.

“Our ultimate goal is corruption. Profit enables us to work toward this.”

Dannon relaxed again, and sucking sounds resumed from in front of his chair.

“Women have more lust and independence in them than most men. We’ve known this since the Garden. The patriarchal religions have long sought to suppress it. But porn, visual stim, does not trigger lust, at least not initially. Once the Dark Lord has a hold on a woman through pure lust, everything is erotic.”

The slide showed an attractive nun in prayer. The next showed the same woman being gang banged and then fucked by a Great Dane. Samiel paused on that one, his cock straining in his slacks.

“So, what turns on a woman? Romance, flirting, playfulness and a confident potential lover? All of the above. Very hard to replicate or mass produce. But there is another route to a person’s primal urges: scent.”

The next slides showed the chemical formulations for several compounds.

“Scientists at Cal Tech who are secret worshippers have been working on these pheromones for years. The combination of these three has been ninety-five per cent successful in increasing sexual desire in women after puberty.”

 

“That’s amazing,” Wit said wide-eyed.

“These two pheromones are equally effective in men, but too much can result in aggressive, violent sexual activity,” he said, pointing to the next slide.

The following was a jumbled pic showing a researcher on her hands and knees with her white coat thrown over her head being sodomized by a subject.

“That can be fun too,” Wit noted.

“So, we corrupt people by luring them into looking at our regular and kiddy porn in which we imbed Satanic messages, chants, and blasphemy porn, both overtly and subliminally. We need to awaken lust in women, feed the fire, and get them to watch our porn.”

“Brilliant. But what about the Nationalists, the FBI, the Crusade?” Dannon asked, stuttering as he unloaded into Baba’s mouth.

“Good question. An attempt will likely be made to outlaw all pornography shortly. Since most of our profits come from porn that is already illegal, that won’t be effected.”

“Thank Satan,” Jack sighed.

“We can take advantage of this by using our underground distribution system to market regular, ‘intermediate’ porn. A lot of what we sell is DVDs, the rest on the Dark Web, which might be mastered by the government within the next year.”

“So, we take a step back and push DVDs?” Jack asked.

“We market DVDs with cases. In this case, we can place a device which releases a pheromone when the case is opened. The movie starts like Hallmark, a typical romance, and ends up with some not-too-offensive porn and a subliminal Surrender to Lust. Hail Satan.”

“The world’s largest producer of child porn is going to start making Hallmark movies?” Wit was more than incredulous, “Hallmark movies make me barf.”

“That’s because you already follow the Dark Lord. Let me demonstrate the effectiveness of the pheromones. This vial has both formulations in it.”

The lights came up, and he took out a small blue vial and carefully unscrewed the cap.

“Of course, everyone here is already ‘awake’.”

The naked kids crawled out from under the table, and the adults started kissing them and fondling their genitals. Adult tongues went to cocklets and hairless pussies while they stroked their cocks and cunts.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” Baal said, and his father coated the boy’s hole with saliva then sank his thick cock into it.

Soon all the grownups were naked and fucking each other as well.

“It wears off after about two hours,” Samiel noted as he screwed the cap back on.

These are exciting times, he thought.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT