Feature Writer: Switch Blayde
Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 6
Published: 25.04.2008
Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, mF, NC, Heterosexual, Cuckold, Incest, Caution
Synopsis: Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Or does it? Will good triumph over evil? Or is absolute power irresistible? Just imagine being able to control anyone — neighbors, teachers, cheerleaders, strangers, mothers and their children, people you desire, people you detest. What would you do? Follow one boy’s journey.
Satan’s Son 6
The sky was like a vast blue canvass splattered with dollops of white billowy paint. A slight breeze tickled the back of Charlie’s neck as he stood on his front porch looking skyward. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, but Charlie didn’t think so. He looked back down, at his fingers squeezing the key in the lock, and he sighed — a deep, soulful sigh. And then he turned the key and pushed the door open — already feeling the loneliness. Stepping inside his house, Charlie’s ears perked with fading hope. He waited — nothing! The boy’s broad shoulders slumped as he made his way to the kitchen. On the table, several cookies were neatly stacked on a lone plate. Knowing what he would find, he opened the refrigerator and took out the pre-poured glass of milk. It was the same every day. Instead of being warmly greeted by a mother that offered him an after school snack, lately he entered an empty house with the waiting snack being his only company.
Gulping down the last of the milk and wiping the wetness off his upper lip, Charlie went upstairs. His parents’ bedroom door was closed, something also common lately. Leaning with a hand on his bedroom’s door jam, Charlie rested his face against his upper arm. Then he looked to the side. Making up his mind, the boy pushed off and walked slowly towards the other bedroom. He knocked softly on the door three times and waited.
Silence.
“Mom, you in there?” he said through the barrier.
Silence.
About to retreat to his room, Charlie took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open. Charlie’s mother sat on the side of the bed with her face in her hands. Her head rose and turned towards him, but she remained mute.
“Mom, you okay?”
“Charlie, I’m fine. Please leave me alone.”
Charlie entered the master bedroom, walking directly to his mother. Standing in front of her, he said, “Mom, are you mad at me?”
Mary Mangolin looked up at her only child, her eyes red and puffy. “No, of course not,” she said softly.
Wrapping her arms around Charlie’s body, she pressed her face to his abdomen. Her shoulders moved up and down with her sobs.
“Mom, something’s wrong. What is it? What did I do?”
Tilting her head back, Mary stared into his face. Charlie looked like he was about to cry. She loved him so much and it broke her heart to see him sad.
“Charlie, it’s just that I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why, because Dad isn’t my real father?”
“No! Dad is your real father! That other man is…” She burst into tears again.
“Mom, I don’t understand it, but I love you. Whatever happened many years ago is over with.”
Mary stopped bawling and looked up, tears streaking her cheeks. “But you saw us! The other day, you saw me acting like a slut! I can’t live with that. I’m so ashamed.” Again her hands covered her face as she cried.
Charlie sat next to his mother and cradled her in his arms. The front of his shirt quickly became wet. He rocked her back and forth until her sobbing subsided.
“Mom, that man is very powerful. He can make people do things.”
“He’s … kchaww, kchaww … he’s … kchaww…”
Charlie leaned back a little, staring dumfounded at his mother. She sounded like she was gagging or trying to clear her throat of phlegm or something. Mary’s face turned red from effort. She tried her best to tell Charlie the man was Satan, but she couldn’t say it. No matter how hard she tried, it felt like the back of her tongue swelled up, choking her.
Relenting, Mary said, “But you saw me naked. You saw me do disgusting things.”
“Mom, when I look at you, all I see is the mother I love. You love Dad. You love me. And we love you. That’s all that matters. Let’s forget the other thing … make believe it never happened. I just want you the way you were. I miss you.”
Mary stopped crying and looked into her son’s face. A half smile appeared, and then she clasped his head between her hands and planted many kisses all over his face. When she stopped and saw the embarrassment on her son’s face, her smile broadened.
“Thank you so much. Do you want a snack?”
“I already had it.”
“Oh. Good. Now go to your room and leave me alone for a while. I have a lot of thinking to do. Charlie, I love you so much. Sometimes I forget that you aren’t a kid anymore, but a man. Thank you.”
Charlie returned to his bedroom to do his homework, but he sat at his desk fuming. What the man did to my mother was wrong. If I ever see him again I’m going to have it out with him.
Satan sat in his office monitoring Charlie’s progress. He enjoyed what Charlie had done to Cathy and Mr. Pruss. Forcing the little cheerleader to blow him was a bonus, but having Cathy’s virginity raped from her in front of her classmates and ruining the teacher’s career and life was special. Something he himself would have done. However, Charlie disliked the two and wanted to get even. It wasn’t done out of pure evil. And he felt guilty about it and worried about his victims. There was too much goodness in him. But what happened in the teacher’s lounge was precious to the devil. There was no animosity between Charlie and the teachers. He did it simply for enjoyment. He knew he could, so he did. Satan was well aware that power corrupts. In fact, he was counting on it.
But the sentimental scene with his mother revolted Satan. “How can a son of mine feel compassion?” he muttered. The face in his lap looked up, his cock still in her mouth. “I wasn’t talking to you, slut. Keep sucking!”
Lowering her head, Satan once again saw the top of the nun’s habit bobbing up and down. She had just arrived, her slit wrists gaping and her habit stained red. He was initiating her to hell in his own diabolical way. Although quite a few priests had recently been sent to him — sexually abusing young boys was a sure ticket to hell — having a nun brought before him was a rare occurrence, a special treat. Since the nun was married to God, Satan felt like he was cuckolding his adversary.
Satan thought back to the young woman’s shaking figure as she stood before him in her long black and white habit. She had been placed into a convent by her parents and was told in no uncertain terms that she would become a nun. She tried to live up to everyone’s expectations, but when she saw the maintenance man working without his shirt, and his muscular body glistening in sweat, it caused a warmth within the 22 year old nun that she had never felt before. She tried to fight it, but the man seemed to know how she felt and kept after her — showing more of his body, touching her, telling her how beautiful she was. But when she allowed his hand up her clothes and then spread her legs when he rubbing her pussy, the petrified girl bolted from the room. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to resist the man and couldn’t allow her body to be violated. So she did the only thing she could think of — she retrieved a razorblade and, sitting on the side of her small bed, cut her wrists.
She looked so young and terrified standing before Satan. Each time their eyes met she would quickly lower hers, but soon would raise her head again.
“Do you know where you are?” Satan had asked.
“No, sir.” Her voice was soft and innocent.
“Come here. Come stand next to me.”
On rubbery legs, the nun walked slowly trying not to faint. She was disoriented and confused. It was as if she had awoken from a coma, and the large room didn’t look like it belonged in the convent. The man sitting in the oversized chair seemed so confident and powerful that the timid nun obeyed.
“Tell me, child, do you believe in heaven and hell?”
“Of course.”
“Good, then things will go easier.”
Satan clapped his hands and a side door swung open. A man in his early 40s entered, and then there was some scuffling as two others were forcefully pushed into the room. One was a woman around 20 years old and the other an older man, nearing 50. Both were completely naked so the nun covered her eyes.
“You must look,” Satan said in a fatherly tone.
“I can’t. It’s a sin.”
“It’s part of your orientation.”
The nun’s fingers separated as she peeked at Satan. “My orientation?”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Somewhere in the convent.”
“That’s not correct. Your convent is far from here.”
Dropping her hand to her side, the surprised nun asked, “Then where am I? How did I get here? What am I doing here? Who are you?”
“You will learn everything in time. But for now, please look at the people who just entered the room.”
The nun heard scuffling and turned towards the struggling pair, but her head quickly spun around, her eyes closed. “I can’t. They’re naked.”
“You must. This demonstration if for your benefit.”
The nun’s eyes popped open. “Demonstration? I don’t understand.”
Satan grabbed the nun’s arm and gently pulled it to her side. She made sure her eyes were locked on him so that she wouldn’t inadvertently see the naked people. He held her arm, gently but firmly.
“The older man and woman over there schemed to murder her husband, the other man. The coquette used her beauty to trap the man into marrying her. It’s not that he was pure and innocent, heh heh, he wouldn’t be here if he was, but that’s another story. Anyway, the woman used her charm to get him to marry her even though she didn’t love him.”
The nun spun around to glare at the woman, but she quickly turned back after seeing their nudity. During the brief glance, she noticed both naked people were being restrained by two large men.
“It was all a plan,” Satan continued. “One I rather appreciate, if I may say, but that’s not important either. The two planned the whole thing … to get him to marry her and then murder him. You see, he was very wealthy. I did say he was unscrupulous, didn’t I?”
“But why are they here?” the nun asked softly so the others wouldn’t hear.
“Penance, my child, penance.”
“A priest will be hearing their confession?”
“I guess I can call upon one of the priests here to do that. Ha ha ha. Sorry, but I find that amusing. But no, the origin of the word ‘penance’ is from the Latin ‘poena.’ Do you know your Latin?”
“Um, I’m sorry, sir, but I wasn’t very good in Latin.”
“It means ‘punishment.’ Think back to the feudal times, one of my favorite periods. Doing penance involved severe and/or public discipline, which could be both harsh and humiliating but was considered edifying. That’s the penance I’m speaking of.”
“But that practice has been abolished!” the young nun exclaimed.
“Not here, as you will soon learn. Now turn around and watch.”
“I can’t. They’re naked.” Satan gripped her forearm. “OW! You’re hurting me!”
“Look at them and the pain will go away.”
The nun tried to resist, but she had always been a timid, frail girl. A fiery stinging shot through her arm, increasing in intensity every second that passed. She couldn’t stand it and quickly faced the others. Immediately, the burning desisted. Closing her eyes, the pain returned so she quickly opened them.
The nun gasped. The woman was on her knees, confined in an atrocious contraption that the nun didn’t remember seeing in the room just a moment before. Made of metal, it had a curved back that the woman’s torso fit perfectly within. Other than two sturdy legs that spread out at forty-five degree angles and were bolted to the floor, the apparatus ended at her waist with a strap securing her. Both wrists were fastened to the strap at her belly. The top of the device was hollowed out and just a little bit bigger than her head. The woman’s face was red from struggling to break free.
The two big men held the older man firmly and forced him to stand before the kneeling woman. She tried to turn away, but the metal structure encasing her skull prevented her head from moving in any direction but forward, and she surely didn’t want to do that. She closed her eyes, but they popped open when a buzzing sound was heard and she shrieked in pain.
“Disobey and we’ll turn on the electricity again,” one brute threatened.
“No, please! It hurts!” the woman screamed.
“Will you do what we say then?”
The woman’s head nodded. Although she didn’t have side movement, she had freedom to lean her head forward. Satan felt the nun tense in his grip and smiled.
“Now,” the big man said, “suck his cock.”
“What! Ohmigod! No, I can’t. He’s my father!”
Another jolt of electricity had the woman screaming.
Satan felt the nun trembling, and then she pleaded, “Make them stop. Have mercy.”
“There is no mercy here.”
“For God’s sake, make them sto– OW!” The severe pain in the nun’s arm returned for a moment.
“There is no god here,” Satan said. “There is no mercy. Now don’t take your eyes off them or your pain will be worse. Now watch.”
Tears streamed down the bound woman’s face as her father struggled to break free, but he was no match for the two strong men. They nudged him forward until his limp dick hung in front of his crying daughter’s face. When she saw it, her eyes lowered, but a burst of electricity convinced her to proceed.
Unable to use her hands, the woman’s head leaned forward with her mouth open trying to capture her father’s elusive cock. He was still struggling against the men holding him, causing his limp dick to swing about, smacking his daughter’s face.
“No, Judy, don’t,” the father cried out when his daughter’s lips captured his cock. “No, baby, you can’t. Not you! Not my princess!”
But to the father’s chagrin, his daughter — fearing the electrical shocks — ignored him and sucked his cock. His strained face showed his attempt to control his natural biological response, but when his cock stiffened in his daughter’s mouth a mask of submission swept over his face. He stopped struggling and seemed indifferent to — if he even noticed — the two men clamping his ankles to hooks on the floor and then lifting his arms up, fastening them to restraints hanging from the ceiling. A leather belt, like the type barbers used to sharpen razors, was strapped around his waist with the ends connected to eye bolts protruding from his daughter’s head restraint.
“You must stop this!” the nun shouted. “It’s incest! It’s a sin!”
But the naked woman on her knees continued to suck her father’s cock. When it hardened and grew, she tried to pull back, but the device allowed forward movement only, not a backward one. Her eyes widened in fright.
The father opened his eyes when he heard his daughter choking and attempted to back up. Dazed, he looked at the bindings securing him and unsuccessfully tried to pull free. Glancing down, he saw his daughter’s pretty sweet face turning blue as she suffocated. He did the only thing he could think of. He had very little movement, but was able to thrust his hips back. The belt dug into his flesh as a few inches of his cock withdrew from between his daughter’s lips, clearing her throat. Still unable to move her head enough to release his cock, she opened her mouth wide and sucked in a lungful of air.
SMACK
“Uggchh.”
It all happened so fast. The estranged husband had swung a large wooden paddle with all his might against his father-in-law’s buttocks. The father reacted by thrusting his pelvis forward, driving his hard cock deep into his daughter’s throat. She reflexively gagged.
Realizing what he had done, the father pulled out of his daughter’s throat as quickly as he could, but the next smack resulted in the same thing. His daughter’s face contorted as she tried to breathe. But as soon as the father pulled back, another smack forced him to drive his cock into his daughter’s throat. There wasn’t enough give in his binds for the father to withdraw his cock entirely, and his daughter’s attempt at pulling her head back only found the metal plate behind it. Astounded, the nun watched the father’s hips move in a quick fucking motion, choking his poor daughter with his cock.
“Stop it! Stop it!” the nun frantically shouted. “He’ll kill her. Oh my god, have mercy!”
But no one listened to her. The husband continued striking his father-in-law’s ass, forcing the man to thrust his hips forward. The daughter’s face turned blue, her breathing passage continually blocked. She continued to try to pull away, but her head was trapped in place. The only movement available was forward, which was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Enough!” Satan said forcefully.
The husband continued to smack his father-in-law with the paddle, ignoring Satan’s command. In an instant, the wooden paddle burst into flames. The husband screamed, his hand waving as it tried to release the burning paddle, but it stuck to his hand. Soon his hand was on fire, and then the flames spread to his forearm. The man dropped to his knees, screaming for someone to help him. And then as suddenly as it ignited, the flame extinguished. The husband writhed on the floor in agony, holding his charred hand and arm.
The woman was making disgusting noises from deep within her throat, trying to regain her breathing. Her father hung limply, his butt pushed back as far as it would go, his chin on his chest, crying like a baby. His hard cock was still nestled between his daughter’s lips resting on her tongue, a tongue moving like a panting dog’s as she sucked in air.
Satan turned to the nun and said, “Did you see how that woman sucked her father’s cock?”
“You’re evil! You made her do it!”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, now you will suck my cock.”
The young, innocent nun’s eyes widened. “I can’t. My god, no!”
“Then we will begin all over again. I don’t think the husband will be able to paddle his father-in-law any more, but one of my assistants will gladly fill in. If you’re not between my legs with my cock in your mouth in one minute, I will give the order to resume.”
“You monster!” the nun spat, but she was already scurrying in front of Satan.
Kneeling between Satan’s spread knees, the nun fumbled with his pants. He raised his butt for them to be pulled down, and then lifted his feet allowing the nun to pull the pants off. On her knees, she saw the long cock resting on the seat. Looking over her shoulder at the poor souls who had been punished so severely, her eyes watered and a lone tear rolled down one cheek. Turning back, the nun stared once again at Satan’s dick.
Not wanting to touch it, she used just her fingertips to lift the warm meat, and then she leaned forward. Feeling nothing but revulsion, the nun opened her mouth and placed the cock-head inside, feeling it rest on her tongue. Her tongue inadvertently moved, causing the cock to stiffen a little and twitch. She released it as if it was red hot and jerked her head back.
“Get ready to resume,” Satan called out to the large men.
The nun quickly grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth. She began sucking, remembering the lollypops from her childhood. When the cock grew, she panicked thinking back to the woman choking, but her compassion for the others prevented her from stopping. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the cock to control how much went into her mouth. With a few key directions from Satan, the nun’s tongue swirled around his cock and her head bobbed in his lap.
The nun heard Satan speak. He said something about his son feeling compassion. But she wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her so she looked up with her lips locked around his hard cock. His next words were clearly understood by the nun causing her more shame than she had ever experienced. He said, “I wasn’t talking to you, slut. Now keep sucking!”
Putting aside his thoughts about Charlie, Satan concentrated on the task at hand. He had a nun on her knees sucking his cock and a father and daughter bound and whimpering. And like the nun, the daughter’s mouth was full of cock — her father’s. He wasn’t going to let Charlie’s weakness spoil his fun.
Satan chuckled, so the nun glanced up once again, but his smirk and her shame caused her eyes to quickly lower. If she had known why Satan was laughing she’d be even more mortified. He was thinking about the nun’s investiture ceremony where she was admitted into the novitiate. When asked what “her heart desires,” she responded, “Reverend Mother, I desire to spend my life at the Feet of Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament.” Satan found that extremely funny. The nun was at his feet doing what he considered a blessed sacrament — a blowjob! During the investiture ceremony she then received her habit, chanting, “Here I am, Lord, I come to do Your Will.”
Satan thought, From now on she’ll be doing my will. I’m now her Lord, and yes, she will definitely cum, so often she’ll forget that she ever vowed chastity. And she will make others cum … with her cunt, her mouth, her ass, her tits, her hands, every part of her body. Yes, my innocent nun, you will spend your death differently than you promised to spend your life.
The fiendish laugh caused the nun to look up. “You were given the name Sister Mary Angelica.” The nun nodded with the cock held between her lips. “Well, from now on you will be known as Sister Mary Cum-Slut.” She was about to pull away and object when Satan grabbed her head. “And I have my own way of baptizing cum-sluts.”
Making sure not to dislodge the nun’s head covering, Satan vigorously pulled her head up and down in his lap, her lips and tongue inadvertently titillating his hard cock as she tried to breathe. When ready, he tilted her head back and waited for their eyes to meet. He then let go, firing huge globs of semen into her mouth. The nun’s eyes opened wide and she struggled to break free, but Satan held her firmly. She swallowed and coughed, sperm dripping from the corners of her mouth and bubbling at her nostrils. When Satan’s climax finished he shoved her away. The sputtering nun fell onto her butt, coughing and spitting, taking deep gasping breaths.
Aghast, the nun stared up at Satan in disbelief, her eyes locked on the wet cock that he now held in his fingers, the same cock that had erupted in her mouth. Her head turned when he flicked his cock, sending the sperm that had accumulated at the tip flying towards her. But she was too slow and the semen splattered on her cheek adding to her humiliation.
“Well, Sister Mary Cum-Slut, did you enjoy your little snack?” Satan said, gloating.
“You’re evil and disgusting. When I get out of here–”
“You still don’t know where you are, do you?”
The nun’s eyes looked around the room and then she looked over her shoulder at the door she had arrived through. But the door was no longer there! Her forehead creased and her eyebrows furrowed. She had a puzzled expression and then she continued scanning the room, seeing the father and daughter still confined but now waiting quietly.
Turning back to Satan, she said, “You must have kidnapped me. Knocked me out and kidnapped me. They’ll be searching for me. The police will be notified. You won’t get away with this. You’re a monster … a devil!”
“Now you’re getting warm,” Satan said with a chuckle. “But we’re not done with your orientation yet.”
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX