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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 13
Link: LS666 Email / 20.01.2025
Satan’s Village 13 — Pony Tail
“Wow. It stays hard like that all the time?”
Bobbie Breathless reached up and grabbed Thor’s erect cock which was hanging down. He groaned and blushed in shame at having a nine-year-old boy touching him.
“Oh look, he’s dripping.”
Thor had been stroked and sucked so many times in the last three hours that his precum flowed in abundance.
He was suspended above them spread eagle, horizontal, and face down, his iron wrist and ankle shackles fixed to the corners of a square metal frame. This hung from the temple ceiling by steel cables with pulleys and was entirely adjustable. A Satanic engineer and welder had designed it along with some for-fun torture devices.
“Let me taste, please!” little five-year-old Evie exclaimed.
She couldn’t quite reach it, so Bobbie gathered some on his finger, and she licked it off.
“Hmm, an angel’s precum tastes no different than a human’s.”
Thor had been paraded from the jail through town on a Saturday at midday, and almost the entire town and guests were there to watch him. The chains connecting his ankles were just a foot long forcing him to hobble along like Charlie Chaplin but naked with a huge hard-on. He was blindfolded, and his wrists were locked behind his back in a way that kept him from warding off the hand slaps and stick blows that landed on his buttocks and back. He nearly fell multiple times despite his strength. People threw water balloons filled with pungent urine, and someone threw shit at him, human or animal he did not know.
Bobbie grabbed the thin chain that linked Thor’s nipple clamps together and pulled. He gasped. They had been tightened every ten minutes over the last hour. When Asmo saw the kids playing with the prisoner, he grinned.
“Would you like to watch me put his butt plug in?” Asmo asked the kids.
They shook their heads yes excitedly. Asmo stepped over to the cable reels and cranks on the temple wall and in a few minutes had Thor upright but still spread eagle. He showed them the plug which was three inches thick and had a long blonde tail that matched Thor’s hair color.
“Okay, spit on it.”
The kids produced as much saliva as they could but it wasn’t adequate, so Asmo gathered up all the precum he could, making Thor moan, and rubbed it on the huge phallus.
“Okay, spread his cheeks.”
The kids were happy to oblige, and the Deputy shoved it up the angel’s ass with a single, brutal thrust. Thor screamed.
I have sinned Lord, thought Thor. I am a poor, miserable sinner who deserves this punishment. Let the pain cleanse me of my iniquity. He had faced much pain in battle and under torture in his life, but this was different he knew. In the past, he would ignore the pain to inflict the Lord’s righteous justice on the enemy. Here he had no control, and the pain and pleasure came at the same time as he was sucked and licked by the town’s people, men, women, and children. He couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the pain began.
At least he was upright again. Asmo removed his blindfold, and he saw the temple for the first time. The light of dozens of red and black candles flickered off the black walls and shone off the naked bodies of the congregants who filled the church. A woman and man in robes stood near a stone altar chanting, and men, women, and teens knelt on long pads on the floor.
Children and preteens, unashamed of their nudity, sat and played on mattresses against the walls. As Thor watched in horror and disgust, many of them seemed to be engaged in sex play, touching, fondling, and licking each other. Despite his revulsion and the fullness and ache in his ass, Thor’s cock remained hard as iron and seeping.
“Ave Satanas. Tasa Reme Laris Satan,” the robed woman chanted.
She dropped her robe to the floor and approached Thor. A dark beauty created by Satan to tempt the godly, her glistening skin had been oiled, and her deep brown eyes bore into his soul. She kissed him on the lips, just a taste, stroked his face running her hand down his chest to his chain, and jerked it. He stifled a scream.
“I am Hera, priestess of Satan’s Village and servant of the Dark Lord.”
Her hand reached down to his cock, and she slowly stroked it. He moaned, couldn’t suppress his body’s response.
“Do you know why you are in the temple, Thor Heyerdahl?”
“To break me, get me to tell you what I know about the holy organization I work for.” He was panting as she continued to caress his prick.
“No. Not really. We already know a lot about Stigmata,” she smiled and licked her lips, “You are here to be initiated into our coven. All you have to do is say yes, reject your god and accept ours.”
She reached down and squeezed his balls hard. He wasn’t expecting it, and tears formed in his eyes.
“I’ll never do that, bitch,” he gasped, “Your god and you people revolt me.”
She reached behind and yanked on his tail. The sound he made was difficult to describe.
“Here’s the thing: you feel you deserve punishment for your sins, specifically for having sex with a minor and incestuous sex with your sister, and out-of-wedlock sex, etc., blah, blah, blah. So many rules. Of course, didn’t the Nazarene die for your sins or something like that?” she waved her hand off, “Whatever. So, if you need to feel that shame and want that punishment, this can be provided to you. In time, it will become one with the pleasure you are receiving, pleasure beyond imagining.”
A flogger cracked across his back and he winced.
“Eventually you’ll realized that you have been lied to. There is nothing wrong with pleasure. Your god forbids it because he’s a controlling sadist.”
The whip struck him again, and Helga appeared before him, naked and glowing.
“Brother,” she cooed.
She kissed him, and he could taste the cum and pussy on her tongue.
“There is no need for forgiveness. You did nothing wrong. All those harsh rules are just lies meant to control you.”
She reached down to caress him.
“Reject god and live free to follow your desires with me. Lust is all, and pleasure is a gift of Satan, not the Christian God.”
She kissed him again with even more passion. His prick jerked, and he did not care.
“I want to be with you forever. I want to fuck you and suck your cock for eternity,” she wrapped her arms around him.
“No,” he whispered with great difficulty, “I can’t.”
The euphoria was flowing through his body, and the clamps and plugs seemed to amplify it. But, no, redemption was still possible for him. The flogger’s tails came down again, harder this time, and he moaned but did not cry. Helga sniffed and disappeared. A line of young women and boys and girls was forming in front of him.
“These are our sacred whores and slaves, and they are going to help in your conversion therapy,” Thor recognized Lilith and Chastity, “And the sheriff, Mr. Sade, you know.”
Sade stepped around from behind him bearing the flogger and what looked like a cattle prod. He lashed him once across the chest and smiled. Sade continued to whip his back and legs while each attendant stepped up to suck on Thor’s cock, lick his balls, and play with the tail.
They each seemed to know when he was close to coming and would stop and pinch his glans. When a preadolescent boy named Hole took his cock in his mouth, he was especially repelled. Same-sex sins were the most forbidden to him. But he found the boy’s fellating to be most intense, and he nearly came. He wanted the kid to pull out the plug and lick his ass as well. Then she was standing in front of him, naked and unashamed.
“My real name is Slut, well, slave name,” she smiled up at him, “And you are my hero.”
She kissed his cock and then took it in her mouth down to his balls.
“Please, oh, please join us,” she gasped, saliva flowing out of her mouth.
A girl looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
“Hello. My name is Baba Sin, and I’m nine-years-old. They said I could have a turn.”
She couldn’t fit his prick in her small mouth so she just licked it and stroked it.
The flogging continued as each of them brought him to the edge and then desisted. They were all talented, with one twelve-year-old boy named Baal standing out. There were thin bloody streaks all over his back and thighs, and he was covered in sweat.
“Are you ready to embrace your lust?” asked Hera, “To drop your shame and allow the joy of sin to fill you?”
Thor’s head was hanging. His balls were blue, and his body was crying for release.
“Please, please, let me cum,” he whispered, but she already knew the answer, “No, I can’t curse god.”
She patted him on his tear-streaked cheek.
“Very well. Let’s send in the demon.”
THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN