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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 10
Link: LS666 Email / 10.01.2025
Satan’s Village 10 — The Taste of Temptation
Helga fell back into her room but did not find Gideon’s bible. She wanted to tear the book apart, angry that she had wasted over two hundred years trying to suppress what was beautiful and holy. She wanted to blaspheme. Fuck the Father, Fuck the Son, Fuck the Holy Ghost, she said again and again. She stripped and threw her sweaty and sticky body on the bed, rubbing her sore pussy and ass, and it felt glorious.
She wanted to share this joy with her brother, this exquisite pleasure of surrendering to one’s lust, so much pleasure and so many new experiences. She relished each one. She had swallowed more cum this short afternoon than she had her entire long life. She had tasted another woman’s cunt for the first time and had been fucked in the ass. Yes!
And she wanted more, she wanted to be depraved, she wanted Thor. How could she seduce him to join her? Satan blessed incest. No act was sinful here. There was no sin. She got on the floor on her knees and prayed to Satan, frigging herself with three fingers, pushing cum out of her full cunt.
“Ave Satanas! Dark Lord, you are the source of all lust and the father of incest. Break the chains that bind my brother so that I may fuck him,” She repeated it over and over, her fingers thrust into her snatch until she came, convulsing, and passed out.
When Thor returned, Helga came out of the bath wrapped in a plush red towel. She had decided to wash off her skin, but not clean her cunt or ass or brush her teeth. She wanted Thor to smell the semen which still dripped from her pussy (Samiel’s loads were massive).
“Sister. How was your meeting?”
She could smell the sweat on him. He had been hiking the hills around town looking for defenses.
“Filled with joy and new experiences,” she purred.
She dropped the towel revealing her firm body which glowed with new life. Thor put his hand over his eyes.
“Have some modesty, Helga!”
When he opened his eyes, expecting her to have covered herself, she was right in front of him, her body beckoning, and she kissed him on the lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She quivered.
“What are you doing Helga? What is wrong with you?”
“I have no modesty, not anymore.” She whispered.
He pushed her away, almost throwing her onto her back, and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. When he came out, she was dressed, but something had changed.
They decided to try the more upscale of the two restaurants in town, The Cozy Inferno. The restaurant was all black leather and red velvet with a massive fireplace blazing away in the center which did not however, overheat the room. A pair of steel chains with cuffs hung half to the floor near the flames. The waiter was cordial in his black bowtie, and the menu was extensive. Thor ordered a tomahawk ribeye, rare, and salad, Helga the sea bass, salad and oysters on the half shell as an appetizer.
“We have a wide selection of salad dressings, including house-prepared creamy and vinaigrette dressings. I can prepare the creamy dressing tableside if you wish, or I can have the waitress make the vinaigrette.”
Looking into his eyes, Helga did not have to ask what they tasted like.
“I’ll have the creamy dressing, please, a double portion. But you don’t have to make it here. Maybe another time,” she smiled like a cat.
“Yes, madam.”
“I’ll have the vinaigrette, but not tableside, thank you.”
Helga slurped down a dozen oysters, making sucking sounds, licking her lips, and staring into Thor’s eyes. Thor’s reconnaissance had revealed there were no defenses to the town, no fortifications, walls, guns, or barbed wire. Nothing to protect them that could be seen. The waiter presented the salads with a flourish.
“Oh my,” Helga exclaimed as she swallowed her first bite.
The whitish-clear dressing was just what she wanted right now, and she savored it. It reminded her of what she had licked up, drank, and shared with the twins all afternoon. Thor’s dressing was yellow-clear and watery.
“Try this Thor.”
She offered a forkful of spinach with a large amount of gooey dressing.
“Not bad,” he concluded, “I could learn to like it. The vinaigrette is good as well. A little salty. So how was your meeting?”
“Very good. I won their confidence, and they’re going to fill me in on the distribution particulars over the next several days,” she licked her lips, “They offered to give me a tour of the temple as well. They have temple prostitutes and slaves who I suspect may be underage. I’m anxious to check it out.”
“Sex trafficking?” Thor asked with a lowered voice just as they brought his steak.
“I don’t know. Maybe we can hire out a whore or slave and question them. Tie them up and pinch their nipples or put clothespins on their genitals if we have to.”
Thor almost choked on a large piece of very red meat.
“What?’ Cough, cough.
She smiled to indicate it was a joke.
After the entre, a waiter appeared with dessert menus.
“Can I get either of you anything else?”
“I only want him,” Helga said, pointing to her brother.
Thor didn’t see her.
“I don’t believe that’s going to happen, madam,” the server said in a hushed voice.
“No, I don’t think so. Just coffee, please.”
While pouring the coffee, the waiter turned to the pretty waitress, who had just finished mixing her vaginal juices with urine for four salads at table five,.
“He’s not going for the sister. Let them know,” he said with concern.
When they stepped out onto the street, darkness was already covering the town like a warm blanket. The coffee had been delicious, but Helga had been disappointed to find that the cream was from a cow and not the waiter. Chastity Willows was walking by in a white dress and with a lavender Hello Kitty backpack on.
“Chastity, what are you doing out?”
Thor’s concern was real.
“I just had to get out of the house. My parents are always either fighting or … having sex in the kitchen, living room, or dining room. It’s disgusting. I just needed to get out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but isn’t that kind of ‘normal’ for this town?” Helga asked.
“Yes! And I’m sick of it,” she drew closer and whispered, “Please don’t tell my parents, but I don’t believe in Satan. Well, I believe in him but I don’t follow him. Jesus is my savior, and he has protected me so far living in this filthy pit. I’ve managed to escape the sex games in school and the sex initiation in the temple. The true God has kept me safe and pure,” she began to cry, “But I don’t think I can do it much longer.”
Thor drew her to him and hugged her close. She seemed so innocent, though he could smell sex on her, probably from the baked goods. He needed to get her out of Haddess Valley.
“It’s not even safe in town at night. Men and women, even kids get raped all the time. It’s horrible.”
She started to cry again. This was true, except that it wasn’t rape, just youthful play.
“Three teen boys grabbed a girl once, ripped off her clothes, then forced their penises in every hole.”
She had been the girl, and it had been loads of fun. She could feel Thor’s cock engorging and “accidentally” rubbed against it.
“Please, help me get out of this evil village. I want to go to a Christian college, worship Jesus in a real church, get married and have Christian children.”
“Yes. I’ll help you, Chastity.”
He kissed her forehead. She kissed him on the mouth, just a peck but with soft, moist lips, and he jumped. He gently pushed her away.
“Come here tomorrow at midnight. I’ll drive you out of town and find you someplace to stay. We can give you some money as well.”
“God bless you,” she kissed his hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She turned to go, grinning, and Helga was grinning as well behind Thor’s back. Ave Satanas.
THE END OF CHAPTER TEN