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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 12
Link: LS666 Email / 16.01.2025
Satan’s Village 12 — Naked In Jail
Locked in the back of the squad car, naked, Thor’s head was in his hands.
“Forgive me, forgive me ” he kept muttering.
At the station, he was booked, photos were taken (full body), and a thorough exam included probing his rectum for the second time that night. He groaned.
Asmo came in and, ogled his huge cock.
“I bet that filled that kid up real good,” he laughed.
Thor growled and lunged at him, but a smack on the side of the head from Sade’s baton made him back down. His bare ass was on the cold bench in his cell when Helga appeared outside the bars. His eyes were red from crying, and blood was dripping down his face. Her look of concern was in stark contrast to her dress: a very short, low-cut white leather dress with intense makeup and white high heels. She glowed with health and vigor. She had a wet rag and bandages, and Asmo let her in.
“I can’t believe I violated that girl,” he muttered as Helga cleaned his wounds, “She said she was eighteen, at least I think she did.”
He winced.
“I don’t think you did anything wrong. She wanted you, her rescuer and hero, and she was old enough to say no,” she said, wrapping gauze around his forehead, “You may have sinned, but it’s nothing you can’t be forgiven for.”
She sat beside him, put her arm around him, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Thor thought she smelled of creamy dressing. She held him close and put her other hand on his thigh.
“Do you know what happened to Chastity?”
“She’s being comforted by her parents, I believe,” Helga replied.
With their hands, tongues, and cocks most likely, she thought, smiling. Her hand stroked him like a kiss.
“I know you regret it, but how was it?”
“I would take it all back instantly, but it was incredible.”
His eyes brightened, and his cock began to harden. He covered it with his hands.
“What did you do to her?” Helga purred.
“It’s not what I did to her. More like what did she do to me? She exposed me to a whole new world of desire.”
“Did she pleasure you with her mouth?”
When he didn’t answer, her eyes went to his crotch, and she smiled with delight.
“Did she suck your cock with her preteen mouth?” he moaned, and his hands grabbed his cock which pulsed with lust, “Did she swallow your cum? Your creamy salad dressing?”
She brought his mouth to hers, and her tongue gave him a taste of Samiel.
“It’s okay to enjoy your body. We’re meant to. Let go of the guilt and shame, baby.”
On her knees now, she slowly pushed his legs apart.
“You deserve this pleasure.”
She took his beautiful organ in her mouth.
Her expertise in fellatio had increased exponentially in the last two days. She was a fast learner and had practiced religiously. He closed his eyes, and all resistance left his body. As he neared climax, she quickened her pace, but he needed more. He grabbed her head and fucked her face, making her gag, but she did not stop until her mouth was full of semen. She kissed him.
“Creamy salad dressing?” he asked, and they both laughed till they cried.
She got up to leave, then bent to kiss his cock again.
“You make me so happy, brother. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
He was exhausted, and the moment he lay down on the stainless steel bench, he fell asleep.
In the morning, they brought in a stained mattress, breakfast, and coffee with an invisible drop of blue liquid on the rim, but no clothing. He bowed his head, too ashamed to pray remembering his sins of the last twenty-four hours.
“Wow, you’re still hard big boy,” Asmo chuckled, “I guess getting a piece of that fine Chastity ass keeps you going a long time.”
He approached the cell, sneering.
“So what was fucking that underage, virgin pussy like?”
Thor threw himself against the bars which shuddered. His prick seemed to swell with his anger.
“I bet she was so wet she soaked your pubes, and shook hard and squeezed you tight with her cunt when she came.”
Thor growled, but the euphoria he had felt last night was still with him, and as his body remembered, the pleasure filled him. He wanted more. No, he needed to pray.
“Brother.”
Helga suppressed a smile when she saw his persistent hard-on.
“How are you?”
She was wearing tight jean shorts, a white tank top that showed off her generous cleavage, and cowboy boots.
“I have to get out of here, Helga. I can feel this town corrupting me, eating away at my power to resist. I feel dirty, smelly, impure.” I like the smell of your cum and sweat, along with pussy, thought Helga.
“Sister, can you bail me out?”
“I’m afraid not, Thor,” She pressed her breasts against the bars, “With crimes involving minors, you have to wait for a hearing which is in four days,” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “Do you want to drive out of town and abort the mission?”
His head fell in failure.
“No. Not yet. We haven’t accomplished any of our objectives.”
She knew he would never back down, which gave them plenty of time to defile him completely.
“Can you pray with me, sister?”
Asmo let her into the cell and then locked her in. She knelt beside her naked brother, and the sight of his firm angel ass and that magnificent cock made her wet.
“Father in heaven, you are our strength and hope,” he began, eyes closed, “Protect us on this mission. Keep us safe from bodily harm, and lead us not into temptation.”
Too late, thought Helga. She wrapped her arm around his bare back then slowly let her hand slide, as if pulled by gravity, down his back to his ass. Her fingers found his crack and caressed his hole. He quivered.
“Uh … forgive us our sins.”
He lost the words.
“Forgive us for fornicating with a twelve-year-old and accepting an incestuous blowjob,” Helga went on, “As we forgive those who sin against us,” her hand reached around to stroke his cock using his precum as lube, “Deliver us onto lust. Let us celebrate our freedom to fuck and be fucked.”
She turned his head to her and kissed him deeply then pushed him back onto the dirty mattress. Her shorts dropped to the floor and she mounted him, falling against him with a wet slap.
“Ave Satanas!”
She rode him till he came, then sat on his face while he licked her clean, then rode him again. She turned to face his feet and put his ever-hard cock in her ass. After, he licked that clean as well without hesitation. She pissed in his mouth then smothered him with her cunt, and he passed out while she sucked his balls. He dreamed of sex, taboo, forbidden, which made it more exciting. Then the feelings of shame would kick in, and he would cry out for forgiveness.
He woke in the afternoon, and the rest of the day and evening was a punch-induced blur. He fucked and sucked his sister again and again, and seemed to remember Chastity joining them. The two girls took turns riding his cock and face until the mattress was soaked. Asmo was watching, and Helga gave him a blowjob through the bars while Thor rammed his cock into the preteen’s tight ass.
Another girl in her twenties was there, licking his ass then fingering it as she blew him. He shot all over her face, and she kissed. As he licked off his cum.
“Are you ready to give up?” She asked him, “Ready to embrace your lust and drop the guilt and shame that have enslaved you? Let it go.”
The wave of orgasm had passed leaving him in the dark, dank trough of remorse and self-disgust again. She looked him in the eyes and saw no unbounded lust, no freedom from sin, no sign of Satan’s joy. Thor passed out, and Asmo let her out of the cell. She sat on the edge of the desk, her cum slick ass sticking to some papers. Helga got on her knees and licked up her brother’s spunk from her beautiful pussy.
“It’s not working, and I’m surprised it’s not,” Lilith said, “He’s raped a child, or at least believes he has, committed incest, and drank piss and cum. And he’s enjoyed every second of it.”
She stroked Helga’s hair. Chastity/Slut got on her knees behind Helga and began to tongue her asshole.
“Guilt and shame run deep in Nephilim along with resistance to surrender. It goes back to the beginning of time,” Helga said between licks.
Lilith squeezed out a large glob of Nephilim cum, and she lapped it up.
“And be careful with pain. If we are in severe pain, we send psychic signals to others of our kind. You could end up with a Nephilim SWAT team rappelling out of helicopters into your temple.”
“Noted, but pain may be what we need, that and denial. We have been pushing him to indulge in excess, but we haven’t denied him, not yet.”
She smashed Helga’s face into her twat when she came, and her juices ran down from Helga’s face and hair to the floor. The Nephilim and Slut licked them up.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE