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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 11
Link: LS666 Email / 14.01.2025
Satan’s Village 11 — Angel Trap
The priestess shivered as she rammed the ten inch strap-on dildo up the mayor’s ass. Another six inch vibrating one was in her dripping cunt. The mayor moaned but did not lift his face from his daughter’s pussy which was full of her brother Samiel’s morning load. She had her tongue in Bitch’s ass while Hole rode Bitch’s cock. Ass was sucking the Mayor’s cock but still couldn’t manage to deep-throat it. He was trying hard not to cum as he stroked his adolescent dick.
“Ave Satanas!” groaned the Priestess, “Lord, protect us from harm.”
They were all part of a sex magick ritual they performed every month at the full moon to create a shield around the Village. As they fucked and sucked, they all directed the energy of their pleasure to the priestess who would send it out into the universe to the Dark Lord when they came.
“Let us come together in supplication. Offering our sacred fluids to you.”
This was the signal that it was almost time. Most of them had been edging for an hour, the energy building, and now would be released.
The priestess’s scream echoed off the temple’s walls as her squirt shot and ran around the harness onto the mayor’s ass and Ass beneath him. The mayor filled Ass’s mouth to overflowing, gagging him, while Lilith convulsed on his tongue and Bitch filled Hole’s ass. Ass and Hole dribbled onto their chests then used their fingers to scoop it up and eat it.
“Lord, protect us,” she whispered.
Then everyone except the Priestess collapsed on the floor, ten inches of slick silicone sliding out of the magistrate’s hole with a pop.
After a moment of silence.
“Does the ritual require I take ten inches in my ass?” the mayor asked.
“No, but I thought you preferred it that way.”
She smiled in a wicked way.
“I’m having second thoughts, at least about the girth of that thing.”
“If you wish, I can ask Sade or Tony to fill in for the dildo.”
“No, no,” he shuddered, “It will be fine.”
Her grin became even more wicked.
After hosing each other down with piss, they dried off and settled down in their respective thrones and on mats. The Priestess felt good about the ritual but was still concerned about the more immediate threat: the Nephilim. They had won the first battle: the female was firmly in the hands of the Dark Lord and would do anything to feed her lust.
It was such a perverse joy to see the innocent so corrupted that the need to be fucked in all their holes consumed them. Their lust dissolved all morals. Their shame was washed away. To satisfy her lust, the female would perform naked in a church filled with family and friends, gladly eating shit and drinking piss while being sodomized by a horse. She rubbed her cunt thinking of it.
“Is everything in place for tonight?” she asked.
“Yes, Priestess,” Lilith answered.
As the senior Whore, it was her duty to organize the next step in the seduction.
“I have chosen Tony and Dread Malice. And they assure me they can do what is needed.”
“Are you sure you can control Tony?” the Mayor asked, “We don’t want anyone getting killed.”
“Yes, father. Tony thought about this carefully. He believes our best chance of success is to present a real challenge so that it will feel like a real victory.”
“That makes sense,” said the Priestess, “Even if the Nephilim were to die, his sister is ours. She is so far gone that she would probably hump his corpse if we could get his cock hard.”
A wave of pleasure passed through her groin as the image filled her mind.
“Hmm. That might make for an epic video.”
“But what about her?” Ass asked.
“Don’t worry little cocklet,” the Priestess replied, “She’s incredibly tough. She’s like a Lolita Succubus.”
Thor spent the day looking for weaknesses while Helga spent the day with the Porn production people. She didn’t mention to her brother that she had been making gang bang videos starring her with a bunch of teens. Grunts, moans, and sexpletives had been emanating from the room next door for hours, but Thor had not complained.
Helga spent the next several hours and all through dinner reassuring Thor they were on the right track, giving him neck and shoulder massages, sisterly kisses on his cheeks, and stroking his hair. Thor felt a stirring in his groin but chose to ignore it. She was just being loving, a godly thing to do. He pictured her singing “Ave Maria” in church on Christmas Eve, surrounded by family and friends, and his heart was warmed.
At the restaurant, he had the creamy dressing on his salad and loved it. On Helga’s insistence, he drank two glasses of the special “Pan’s nectar” punch. Helga was wet by the time dessert arrived. Thor felt warm all over, everything was warm all over, and his cock twitched against his slacks. He couldn’t believe it was almost midnight when they left the Cozy Inferno.
Everything was hazy, and his hand glowed in front of him. The few lights that remained on had haloes, and the full moon was a cool sun, nourishing all that crept beneath it in the night. The punch had that effect on most people, and the small drop of blue liquid the waiter had put in his coffee cup was having an effect as well.
Down the street, a teen boy and a huge black man were dragging a screaming girl into an alley. In her grey dress and with her red hair, it was Chastity without a doubt. Thor ran to her while Helga followed, arriving just in time to see them rip off her dress. Her fair skin glowed in the moonlight, and her small breasts heaved. Her pubis was covered by the black’s massive hand, its fingers probing.
Thor launched himself at them and threw the boy ten feet against a wall. But the giant, who was at least a head taller than Thor, barely budged. Thor hit him solidly in the face, drawing blood, but he did not fall back. He hit Thor in the chest with a fist like a cannonball knocking him into a large roll of barbed wire which cut through his shirt and into his arms and back.
Thor picked up a long 2 X 4 from a pile of scrap wood and swung at the black. Despite his size, he was agile and dodged repeatedly until Thor finally battered his knee and heard it crack. He fell, and the ground shook. Thor hit him on the head with the board, splattering blood. He hit him again, then again.
Helga was beside the crying, naked girl. She took off her sweater, and she and her brother wrapped it around the trembling teen. It covered just enough of her. Thor was startled by a growl behind him and turned to see the man on his feet, looking like a beast, his face covered in blood and snarling with clenched fists. Thor rose, stared at him, drew himself up like he was facing a mountain lion, and the beast stepped back, turned and ran.
Chastity wasn’t crying anymore as they drove out of town. She leaned on Thor’s shoulder, hugging his muscled arm. Helga was going to the Sheriff, but Thor wasn’t about to leave Chastity in police custody in a city she wanted to escape from. The sweater was gaping open, and he could see the small tuft of auburn hair between her thighs. He tried not to look.
The Pan’s Spring Motel was nestled in pine trees and well-lit. It was just past the welcome sign for the Valley, and the vacancy sign flickered. Only a few muddied pickups were in the parking lot. Thor got a room as father and daughter but did not bring the girl, whose ass was visible in the sweater, into reception with him. The room was clean, but the furniture was from the 60s and the television was not much more modern. Its king-sized bed was covered with a paisley comforter.
“A king size? I asked for two twins,” Thor was annoyed.
“It’s okay. We’re in the room and safe,” she took his hand and kissed it, “You saved me. You fought a giant and protected me. I’m out of Haddess Valley. I can’t thank you enough.”
“I’m just glad you’re unharmed.”
He shuddered at the thought of that monster raping her, but at the same time felt a warmth in his groin as he pictured it.
“You’re hurt. We should clean your wounds.”
She went to take off his bloody shirt. He resisted at first, then complied. His massive chest and arms were scratched and bleeding in multiple places, and she fetched soap and water and gently washed him. She kissed him over his heart, and her belly brushed against his crotch. He was hard. There was blood on his slacks as well.
“I think your legs are hurt too. We need to take off your pants.”
He protested but, quicker than he thought possible, she had his belt unbuckled, fly unbuttoned, and pants down and off. “You’re my hero. My rescuer. I owe you everything.” His cock was tenting his boxers. “What’s this?” She had his shorts down in a flash, and his prick sprang up, pulsing and dripping with precum.
“Oh my, what’s this? It’s beautiful.”
The sweater slipped off of her as she got to her knees.
“And it’s so big.”
It was, nine inches long and three inches thick. She had taken even larger ones of course.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” she lied, “You’re such a good and brave person.”
She kissed the glans, tasting the clear fluid.
“And you’re a superman.”
She stood up and pulled his head down to kiss him on the lips, gently at first, then with her talented tongue. He moaned.
“Oh my. I’m so excited.”
She looked into his eyes with love, and he knew resistance was futile.
“You saved my virginity not only from those rapists but from all the perverts in the valley who tried to take it. I trust you. I want you,” she stroked his cock, and he shivered, “I’m eighteen, and I want you to take me. Be my first.”
She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“Make love to me … please.”
He laid her down like a fragile doll, and she spread her legs wide.
“See how wet I am?”
She dipped a finger in her pussy and brought it to his mouth to taste. His eyes closed as he sucked on it. He crouched between her legs bringing just the tip of his cock to touch her soft pussy lips, then slowly entered her.
“Oh, oh. It only hurts a little. Push it in.”
He was damned but didn’t care. Her tight cunt felt so good as he plunged inside her. He pulled back, then slammed it in, again and again, and she cried out, moaned, grabbed his ass, and humped against him. He screamed when he came for the first time in thirty-five years.
“I love you, Thor.”
When he got up to go to the bathroom, she retrieved a small vial of blood that was hidden beneath the pillow and dabbed a few drops on the comforter and her cunt. I’m a seductress, she thought. Later, she swallowed his cum, a third time ever for him, and stuck a couple of fingers in his ass why she did it, a first for him.
She sat on his face, and he licked her clean, thinking it tasted a little like salad dressing. And he fucked her ass, another first for him. He was quite hesitant at first, not wanting to hurt her. But she seemed to enjoy it immensely. She was riding him cowgirl style when the Sheriff burst through the door.
“Thor Heyerdahl, you’re under arrest for the statutory rape of a twelve-year-old girl
“But, she’s eighteen!”
“Whoops,” said Slut, who was fourteen.
THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN