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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 14
Link: LS666 Email / 21.01.2025
Satan’s Village 14 — Embracing the darkness
The Priestess’s words brought back memories of battles with fanged and fiery foes a hundred years ago, but here and now Thor was chained in iron, forced into accepting whatever they might do to him. Forced into submission. Even when tortured in the past, he had never truly submitted. What was different? The Priestess looked at him and smiled.
“I think you’re going to enjoy this,” Thor looked puzzled.
The congregation was gathering around to watch the show, naked men, women, and children touching and fondling each other in excitement. All the men and boys were hard, and Thor could smell the women’s cunts. There was a black goat with long horns standing beside the altar, watching. Sade stepped out from behind him with a three-foot metal rod. He touched the end of Thor’s ball sack, and Thor convulsed in pain as the current shot through him. Sade grinned.
“You did turn down the current didn’t you?” the Priestess asked, irritated.
“Some,” replied Sade, still grinning.
“Turn it down some more. We don’t want Nephilim descending upon us.”
The cranks and reels of cable began to turn, and Thor was lowered to his back and lifted horizontally. The sides of the frame came together so that he was now dangling from his arms and legs and facing the ceiling. His ankles were pulled to his wrists so that his ass and head were levels at about waist height off the floor, and his ass stuck out and tail hung down. Sade began to whip him again with glee, now having access to his chest, cock, and balls. Thor’s head fell back in pain so he was now viewing the temple upside down. Some of the worshippers were on their knees sucking cock and licking pussy and ass. I’m part of the foreplay for the orgy, he thought.
He felt a warm mouth on his prick and looked to see Chastity/Slut sucking on him. She smiled. The pain from the flogging combined with the pleasuring of his cock and … and the image of the orgy to come. The thought of families fucking, men, women, and kids penetrated and eating cum, drinking piss, once would have disgusted him. Now he felt himself nearing orgasm, release, please release, but Slut knew and stopped. Was his soul rotting in the air of this evil temple? No, he will not submit.
A shadow crossed his vision, and Thor let his head fall back to see, inverted, a huge naked black man he recognized at once as Chastity’s assailant. His muscles gleamed in the candlelight, and his massive, slick cock bobbed against his belly. He could no longer deny it: Chastity had never been in danger.
She had not been pure for many years if ever. She was a slut, and he was no hero. It had all been a trap. Perhaps there was no purity. His sister had quickly become a whore tempting him into incest. Maybe humans, and half-breed angels, were meant to be sluts and whores.
Maybe Stigmata, maybe even the Church itself, was just trying to control what was meant to be unleashed to manipulate. Slut was sucking him again, and a wave of pleasure washed over him just as Sade resumed his whipping. The black grabbed the nipple chain and pulled it tight, attaching it to the frame so that Thor’s skin was stretched several inches. His eyes teared.
Sade yanked the plug out of Thor’s ass with a single violent pull, and Thor screamed. At once, something different and larger was probing his hole, and with a brutal thrust, Sade rammed his cock in his ass. He screamed again and, with his head hanging down, mouth open, the black shoved his prick in. He gagged, choked, but the black pulled back only to push back in, fucking his throat. Whenever it looked like Thor would pass out, he would pull back just long enough for him to catch his breath. They wanted him awake.
Sade was slamming into him, his balls slapping against his cheeks. Saliva was coating Thor’s face, and he thought he could feel blood on his ass cheeks. He was drenched in sweat from the pain, only able to hang there and take it. He was being raped, yes, being a victim is not a sin.
But even as he told himself this, he began to enjoy being forced, being forced to commit the most forbidden of sins: homosexual sex. His prostate was being massaged, his ass filled, his mouth filled, and the musk of the black’s balls in his face overwhelmed him. Slut was pumping his cock. Time blurred as the sadist and the demon slammed into him again and again.
“Bite him,” ordered Sade.
Slut hesitated then bit his thigh and belly just hard enough to draw blood. Thor shuddered.
“It’s been over an hour,” said Asmo who was stroking his cock beside them.
Everything stopped. Sade, Slut, and the black all stopped, withdrew. The priestess bent over him and kissed him, her tongue probing his now empty mouth. She ran her hand across his face, then chest. She caressed his spasming cock and ran her fingers across his sweaty ass cheeks.
“Please, please, don’t stop,” he begged.
“But you were being tortured and raped. Surely you want us to stop and let you be,” she smirked, “Maybe you need some time to pray to your ‘loving’ god.”
“No, please, I need more. I need to cum,” he was crying now, “Please. I want to be fucked.”
“Oh, but that’s a sin, something they once put people to death for. You want Tony’s and the Sheriff’s cocks?”
“Yes. Please give me cock.”
“Will you swallow Tony’s cum with joy? Let the Sheriff fill your ass with cum then lick him clean?”
“Yes. Please give me cum. Let me swallow the cum and piss and cunt juice of the entire congregation. Please … fuck me.”
“But won’t your god object? Are you sure you want it? Say it.”
“Please. Yes, I … I surrender to lust. Please, Fuck the Father! Fuck the Son! And Fuck the Holy Spirit!” he felt relieved to have done it — free, “Satan is my Lord and Master.”
The Priestess patted him on the head.
“Good boy,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.
She nodded, and the two behemoths resumed their fucking of the half-breed angel.
Thor did not resist and let the pleasure fill him as he was being filled. He embraced the darkness and relished the sinfulness of what was no longer shameful, only defiant. The room was quiet except for gagging and the sound of balls slapping against Thor’s ass and face.
Tony came first, filling his mouth to overflow with thick cum, and then Sade pumped his ass full till it was dripping on the floor. Next, the universe exploded. His sister was beside him as Thor filled Slut’s mouth, the angel cum running down to his balls, thighs, and ass. Helga helped Slut lick it up. After Thor licked Sade’s cock clean, Helga and Slut shared all the cum with him.
Thor was lowered to the floor, and Asmo removed his shackles and nipple clamps. He was sore everywhere, his nipples were bruised, and he was covered everywhere with red streaks, bites, sweat, and cum. He sighed as Helga and Slut lay down beside him resting their heads on his chest and belly. He had been alive and lived in the United States since its founding but had never known freedom till now.
He had always denied his human, animal self because it was against the rules. Now, the joy of being free to pursue his darkest desires, nothing forbidden, the most wicked depravity an act of worship to his new god, that joy was more than he had ever experienced.
The Priestess put chain choke collars around Thor and Helga’s necks and led them on hands and knees to the altar. There the goat looked at them with intense eyes. They lowered their heads to the floor. When Thor looked up again, it was a hairy man with horns, fiery eyes, breasts, and the legs of a goat. Its erect phallus was the size of a baseball bat, bright red, and leaking clear fluid.
Then it was a goat again, and it turned with its ass to their faces. Helga kissed it, then Thor. As he was doing so, it became a man again and acrid taste drove him wild and he began tonguing it in a frenzy. Then it was a goat that stepped behind Helga and mounted her with a bestial thrust.
She gasped as it humped her, then moaned. The copious cum it was producing non-stop was flowing out of her cunt when it withdrew and mounted Thor. His ass was sore and bleeding, but he welcomed the animal’s rod and its cum.
After the goat was finished with them, the Priestess stroked off the now naked Mayor onto a gold plate and then peed into a golden chalice. The two served the siblings their first Satanic sacrament saying:
“This cum is given unto you not for the remission of sins, for there is no sin. Receive it so that the lust of Satan may grow within you. Ave Satanas.”
“Ave Satanas,” said the congregation.
“This piss is given unto you not for the remission of sins, for there is no sin. Receive it so that depravity may grow within you and you may realize your darkest desires. Ave Satanas.”
The congregation echoed her.
“May we rejoice in our new members. Nema.”
Slowly the worshippers closed in upon them, touching, caressing, and licking them. The chains were removed, and they became part of a living thing, sucking, fucking, and being fucked. Flesh touched flesh such that all of them were connected, one body, not in holy commitment, but one body in pleasure. It was a union of beasts, bodies all sensation, the mind and its endless commentary disappearing in the moment. It was a union of souls, spirits united in Satan’s bosom and with Satan’s cock to comfort them.
Hours later, as he drifted off to sleep, Thor thought: no more struggle, no more guilt and shame. We are servants of the Dark Lord now.
END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN (END OF BOOK ONE)