PETE’S MEAT 5 by Satan’s Fist

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Writer: Satan’s Fist

Subject: PETE’S MEAT 5

Link: LS666 Email / 10.04.2025

Story Codes: Orgy, Satanism, Snuff

Characters: Bobby (13), Pete (13), Sindy & Beth (11), Ivan – Bobby’s Grandfather (58), Mary – Bobby’s Mother (32), Wendy – Pete’s Mother (33), Robert – Bobby’s Father (35), Rebecca – Bobby’s Grandmother (55), John – Pete’s Father (39)

Synopsis: Pete has returned, reborn as an infant by the incestuous coupling of his mother & cousin in which his aunt was sacrificed & haste had to be taken to salvage her soul.

Pete’s Meat 5

Wendy, her eyes bloodshot and her body weary from the ordeal of Pete’s rebirth, looked over at her young neice, Beth, with a hopeful yet apprehensive expression.

“Could you please change your little cousin’s diaper, sweetie?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Beth, who had been quietly observing the strange events from the corner of the room, cautiously approached the ornate black changing table that had been set up earlier. The pentagram etched into the surface of the table, which had played a central role in the ritual that brought Pete back, seemed to pulse with an eerie energy.

Despite her curiosity, she couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine. She took a deep breath and picked up Pete, his tiny form swaddled in a blanket, and placed him down on the soft, velvety surface. He gurgled and kicked his legs, blissfully unaware of the macabre significance of his newborn state. As she unfolded the diaper, her mind wandered back to the happenings of three days ago.

Mary’s piercing screams echoed through the dimly lit room as she lay on the makeshift altar, her body contorting in unimaginable pain. Her legs, bound tightly by the thick, black ropes, thrashed about, trying to escape the unbearable agony that consumed her.

Despite her motherly instincts, the power of the ancient incantation forced her to endure the gruesome rebirth of her nephew Pete. His tiny, desperate hands clawed at the walls of her distended abdomen, his nails sinking into the stretched flesh, tearing and ripping as he desperately sought escape from the womb that had once again become his prison.

The air grew thick with the metallic scent of blood as the crimson fluid seeped from the widening gash that grew with each of Pete’s frenzied movements. The candles flickered wildly, casting grotesque shadows upon the walls, while Ivan and Robert held her down, their faces etched with a mix of terror and determination.

, her own blood smeared across her body, recited the final incantations with trembling lips, her eyes never leaving her mother’s suffering form. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent witness to the unnatural act that was about to unfold.

With a final, gut-wrenching scream, Pete erupted from Mary’s torn belly, his small, crimson-covered body emerging into the flickering candlelight. The room filled with a mix of relief and horror as the incantation reached its crescendo.

The family watched, transfixed, as the lifeblood of Bobby’s aunt mingled with the unholy essence that had brought her son back to life. Wendy, her own heart racing with a mix of joy and fear, stumbled forward, her eyes filled with tears as she reached for her baby. Despite the gruesome scene before her, she couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming surge of love for the tiny creature that had once been her son.

She carefully picked him up, cradling him in her arms, feeling the warmth of his freshly born body against her skin. The room was silent except for the faint whispers of the candles and the labored gasps of Mary, whose life was slipping away with each passing moment. The air was thick with the smell of blood and the residue of dark magic. Pete, seemingly unfazed by the traumatic ordeal, looked up at her with innocent eyes, oblivious to the price that had been paid for his rebirth.

Ivan’s voice, though strained, was firm as he held out the ancient, sacrificial dagger to the trembling Beth.

“Quickly, child,” he urged, the gravity of the situation etched deep in his furrowed brow, “We must not let her soul be lost to the abyss.”

The blade glinted in the flickering candlelight, a grim reminder of the task at hand. Despite her young age, Beth understood the severity of the situation. With a deep, shaky breath, she took the dagger and approached her mother, who lay on the makeshift altar, her chest heaving with the last vestiges of life.

The incantations had worked; Pete was back, but at an unspeakable cost. The room was a tableau of shock and grief, but there was no time for mourning. Her mother’s soul was hanging in the balance, and it was up to her to save it.

She took one last, sorrowful look at Pete, then steeled herself and raised the dagger, plunging it deep into Mary’s still-warm flesh. The heart was still beating, and as she withdrew it, she could feel its erratic rhythm in her trembling hand. The room grew eerily quiet as she held the life-giving organ aloft, a silent testament to the love and sacrifice that had just occurred.

Ivan, with a swift and practiced motion, took the still-beating heart from Beth’s trembling hand. The room, heavy with the aroma of blood and incense, grew even more tense as the final act of the grim ritual unfolded. Robert and John, their faces ashen with shock and sorrow, gently lifted the young girl and laid her down on top of her mother’s lifeless body, her tiny frame nestled against the cold, unyielding flesh. The heart continued to pulse in Ivan’s grasp, a grim testament to the life that had been sacrificed. His eyes never leaving Beth’s, he whispered the final incantation, the words weaving a spell of salvation.

Robert and John, their expressions a mix of excitement and resolve, carefully spread Beth’s legs apart, revealing her tender, tween slut sex to the flickering candlelight. Ivan, the incantation still resonating in his throat, stepped forward, the crimson heart held in his hand.

The air grew thick with the scent of blood and the residue of dark magic as he positioned the still-warm organ at the entrance of her innocent cunt. His eyes glowed with a fierce determination as he recited the final verses of the ancient spell. With a swift motion, he pushed the heart inside her cunt, his hand coated in her mother’s lifeblood.

Then, with a grimace, hr grabbed his massive, engorged cock — a symbol of the unyielding will that had driven them to this terrible act. He positioned himself over the young girl, his member poised at her entrance. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust into her, the heart lodged within her womb, as he worked to seal the unholy bond between the two souls.

The room echoed with the sickening sounds of flesh on flesh as Ivan mercilessly fucked his way deeper into Beth, driving the heart further and further until it was fully contained within her small, violated body. The incantation reached its climax, and a sudden, piercing light filled the room, momentarily blinding them all.

When the light faded, a gasp of newfound life escaped from Beth’s lips, and the heart inside her began to beat in sync with her own, marking the successful fusion of her mother’s soul with her own. The men stepped back, their expressions a blend of horror and triumph, as they realized what they had just done to ensure Pete’s rebirth had not been in vain.

As Ivan pulled out of her, his cock glistening with the blood of the sacrificed heart, Beth looked up at him with a sly wink and a smile that seemed far too mature for her eleven-year-old face. “I’m back, daddy, now lets get this party started!” she purred, her voice a strange blend of childlike innocence and a knowingness that sent a shiver down the spine of every adult in the room.

Her eyes, now a deep, haunting shade of red, sparkled with a mischievous glee that was unnervingly reminiscent of Mary’s. The transformation was complete, and the room fell silent as they all stared at the girl who was no longer just Bobby’s sister, but also the vessel for their mother’s soul.

The weight of what had just transpired settled upon them, a dark cloud of doubt and disbelief, yet beneath it all, there was an undeniable sense of accomplishment. They had brought Pete back, and in doing so, had bound their family’s fate together in a way none of them could ever have anticipated.

Beth, still lying atop her mother’s lifeless form, rolled over so that her soft, innocent belly pressed against Mary’s cold, still body. Her eyes, now a haunting shade of red, searched the room for any signs of disapproval or shock, but found only the solemn, understanding gazes of her father, Robert, and Uncle Ivan. Her smile grew broader, and she leaned down, her tiny frame shivering slightly with the exertion, and pressed her lips to her mother’s in a passionate, lingering kiss.

The room remained silent, the air charged with the residual energy of the dark ritual. It was a strange, twisted display of love and loyalty, one that none of them had ever expected to experience, but all felt was necessary in this bizarre, altered reality. As she pulled away, the red tint to her eyes faded, leaving only the flickering candlelight to reflect off her tear-stained cheeks. The heart within her pulsed in a new, unsettling rhythm, a silent testament to the unbreakable bond they had just forged.

Robert, his eyes glazed over with a mix of grief and dark satisfaction, stepped over the lifeless body of his wife and positioned himself between her legs. He took a moment to appreciate the grisly sight before him: his daughter, now a living vessel for his dead wife’s soul, and his dead wife’s body, a testament to the ultimate sacrifice. With a deep, shuddering breath, he aligned his still-erect cock with Mary’s gaping, blood-soaked anus.

The room watched in a stunned silence as he pushed into her cold, lifeless body, his movements mechanical and driven by a primal need to claim her one last time. He then pulled out and slammed into Beth, her young ass still warm from Ivan’s violent penetration. The girl yelped but didn’t protest, her eyes glazed over with a strange, otherworldly pleasure.

He continued to alternate, each thrust a silent declaration of his dominance and love. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of blood and fluids filled the air, a gruesome symphony of the macabre family’s unity. The candle flames danced with each thrust, casting twisted shadows across the walls as the incestuous ritual progressed.

The room descended into a frenzy of depraved love and twisted reunion as the rest of the family succumbed to the primal energy that pulsed through the air. Sindy, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger, approached the table where Pete lay, his tiny body squirming in delight. Despite his tender age, Pete’s mouth opened to reveal two sharp, pointed teeth that gleamed in the candlelight.

He latched onto his mother’s engorged nipple, biting down with surprising force, drawing a gasp of pleasure mixed with pain from Wendy. Meanwhile, Bobby watched, his own arousal building as he took in the sight of his sister’s violated innocence.

He stepped closer to the table, his eyes locked onto the crimson mess that had been their mother’s womb. He reached down, his hand caressing the blood-slicked skin of her inner thighs, and slid his finger into her freshly-birthed anus, feeling the tight, velvety warmth that had once been the gateway to Pete’s rebirth.

The baby’s eyes widened in ecstasy as he suckled greedily, his tiny teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of her nipple. At the same time, Bobby couldn’t resist the urge to claim his mother one final time, and he plunged his foot into her gaping, lifeless pussy, the act a disturbing mix of love and possession.

The room resonated with the wet, slapping sounds of their incestuous union as Pete fed on his mother’s flesh, his cries of pleasure muffled by her swollen breast. The family’s bond grew stronger with each twisted act, a testament to the lengths they would go to preserve their twisted love against the tides of fate and morality.

The room descended into a frenzied state of depravity as the family’s desire for Mary’s lifeless body grew insatiable. Ivan, his own lust-filled gaze sweeping over the corpse, knew he had to act quickly to maintain order. He raised the ancient dagger high above his head and with a feral roar, he sliced through the taut skin and muscle at her elbows and knees.

Her limbs fell away with a sickening thud, revealing the bone-white flesh beneath. The sight of the dismembered body parts only served to heighten the arousal in the room. Without a second thought, Ivan handed the gore-covered appendages to Sindy and John, who took them eagerly. The two began to insert the limbs like makeshift dildos, their eyes gleaming with perverse excitement.

Meanwhile, Pete, still feeding at Wendy’s breast, watched the proceedings with a knowing smile, his tiny cock erect with the energy of his rebirth. As the arms and legs were passed around, each member took turns impaling themselves with the cold, lifeless flesh of their mother, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.

The room was a whirlwind of incestuous passion, with moans of pleasure and pain intermingling with the sickening sounds of necrophilia. The air grew thick with the scent of blood and sex, a potent reminder of the ultimate price paid for Pete’s rebirth. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was an unspoken understanding that this was their new reality, a twisted tapestry of love and darkness that bound them all together for eternity.

Beth was jolted out of her contemplative daze and back to the present by the sudden, unexpected sound of Pete’s voice, clear and coherent despite his infancy.

“Change me, cunt,” he cooed, his eyes sparkling with an unsettling intelligence that seemed to defy his tiny frame.

She blinked, her mind reeling from the vulgar command that seemed to have come from the innocent child. With trembling hands, she gingerly unfastened the soiled diaper, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the foul mess that had accumulated there.

Gritting her teeth, she steeled herself for the task at hand, aware that her role as the new vessel for her mother’s soul had changed the dynamics of their relationship forever. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the pungent aroma of his excrement before diving into the cleanup with an eerie sense of purpose.

She lapped at his crack with a vigor that seemed to come from a place beyond her young, inexperienced mind, her tongue delving deep into his baby hole to ensure that every bit of filth was removed. The room watched in stunned silence, the only sounds the wet, slurping noises of her ministrations and the occasional contented coo from Pete.

Despite the grotesque nature of the act, there was a perverse intimacy to the scene, a bond that had been twisted and reborn in the crucible of dark magic and familial love. The incestuous undertones of the moment hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the unnatural path they had all chosen to walk.

Pete’s laughter filled the room, a high-pitched giggle that sent chills down the spines of his relatives as they watched in a mix of shock and fascination. The sound was eerily reminiscent of their mother’s laugh, a haunting echo of the woman they had lost.

Encouraged by his baby’s delight, Beth straddled him, her bare ass hovering over his tiny, squirming body. She took a deep breath, and with a strange, almost predatory grace, she released a warm, gooey stream of feces, letting it cascade over her baby cousin. Pete’s eyes widened in pleasure, his tiny hands reaching up to smear the warm mess across his body, his laughter growing more fervent with each passing moment.

“Oh yes,” he cooed, his voice a disturbing blend of innocence and knowing, “Give me more, my aunty.”

Beth complied eagerly, her bowels releasing another hot load that splattered against Pete’s skin. She leaned in closer, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, and began to rub her feces into his flesh, coating him from head to toe in the warm, brown paste.

The room was filled with the overpowering stench of excrement, but it only served to fuel their depraved actions. The incestuous bond between them grew stronger as she continued, her eyes never leaving Pete’s, who stared up at her with a look that was both innocent and hungry.

The door to the room creaked open, and in walked Wendy, her expression a mix of horror and intrigue at the sight before her. She took in the scene of her son, Pete, now a baby, covered in feces, with Beth, her young neice, straddling him, her own body smeared in the same unholy mixture. The depraved intimacy of their actions washed over her, and she felt a strange stirring within her, a dark, twisted sense of arousal that she had never felt before. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the macabre tableau, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she took in the room’s heavy, suffocating atmosphere of incest and death.

“Oh, you two are so naughty,” she murmured, her voice thick with an unfamiliar lust.

Her own hand drifted down to her crotch, her fingers playing with the damp fabric of her panties. Slowly, as if in a trance, she began to strip away her clothing, revealing her curvaceous body, still flushed from the exertion of Pete’s rebirth. The sight of her naked form, her breasts heavy with milk and her pussy glistening with desire, seemed to stoke the flames of the room’s perverted energy.

She stepped closer to the changing table, her eyes never leaving her son and daughter, and with a graceful movement, she climbed onto the table, her legs parting to reveal her own gaping, blood-soaked womb.

“Let’s make this a family affair,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the room.

Wendy, her eyes glazed with a newfound hunger, gently pushed Beth aside and took her place over Pete’s tiny, shit-covered body. With a quiver of anticipation, she squatted, her swollen anus opening to release a torrent of foul-smelling excrement that rained down upon her son. Pete’s giggles turned into squeals of delight as he was showered in his mother’s feces.

Beth, her own arousal piqued by the sight, took over the task, her slender fingers working the foul mixtur into Pete’s skin with surprising vigor. The baby’s laughter grew louder, his eyes sparkling with a malicious glee as he reveled in the perverse love of his mother and aunt.

The room, already thick with the stench of the dark ritual, grew even more oppressive as the three of them writhed together in a depraved dance of rebirth and reunion. The incestuous love that had brought Pete back now bound them in a way that defied the very fabric of nature, creating a twisted web of desire that none could escape.

Beth, her movements deliberate and fueled by a depraved passion that belied her young age, grabbed Pete’s tiny legs and held them together, pointing them up towards Wendy’s gaping cunt. Her own anus, still sticky with the remnants of their mother’s lifeblood, quivered with anticipation as she positioned herself over her cousin.

With a slow, calculated grace, she lowered her body onto him, the warmth of his skin against hers sending a thrill through her body. Pete’s legs slid into the folds of Wendy’s sex, the sensation causing her to moan deeply. The room, a cacophony of grunts and wet, squelching noises, grew even more heated as the three of them became one in their twisted embrace.

The foul odor of excrement filled the air, a testament to their complete surrender to the dark powers that had brought Pete back to them. The incestuous union grew more intense, their bodies moving in a synchronized rhythm that transcended the boundaries of morality and sanity.

As they reached the peak of their twisted union, a symphony of grunts and moans filled the room, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their shared climax. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and the dark, heady aroma of blood. Wendy, her eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, leaned back and took Pete into her arms.

His laughter subsided into a gentle cooing, and with a knowing smile, she offered him her breast, her nipple still red and swollen from Beth’s eager bites. Pete latched on with surprising strength, his baby teeth breaking the delicate skin and drawing a mix of blood and milk. As he greedily drank, Wendy slid two of her long, manicured fingers into his tiny anus, her movements slow and deliberate, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from the infant.

The room, bathed in the flickering candlelight, bore silent witness to the unholy communion that had taken place. Their eyes locked in a silent understanding of the new dynamic that now bound them, they reveled in the depravity of their actions, each one more eager to please than the last. The family had crossed a line from which there was no return, but in that moment, all they felt was a perverse sense of belonging, of love that knew no bounds—not even those of life and death.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE