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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 2
Link: LS666 Email / 24.12.2024
Satan’s Village 2 – The Slaves
The choking sound from under his desk was getting louder, and Mayor Grindstone was displeased. When his secretary, a tall athletic blond named Susie Fuego, walked in balancing a red mug of black coffee on top of a large pile of documents, he decided it was too much.
“Isn’t the Priestess teaching her slaves to properly deep throat nowadays?”
He reached down to put his long cock back into his pants and zipped them up.
“I will not be happy if this one pukes underneath my desk.”
Susie noticed the bare feet and leather anklets with embroidered pentagrams sticking out on her side.
“Well, your cock is quite long your Magus.”
She licked her lips reminiscing.
“I’ve gagged many times trying to take the whole thing.”
Grindstone gestured to the boy whose head was in his lap.
“Go ahead! Get out.”
The naked and sweating fifteen-year-old crawled out from under the desk but stayed on his hands and knees. His eyes were filled with tears and saliva dripped from his mouth to the floor. But despite his discomfort, his five-inch cock was as hard as a lying Pinocchio’s nose and pointed to his belly button. Susie slapped him hard on his ass, knowing he liked it.
“Go tell one of the whores you need extra instruction,” said the Mayor.
As the teen crawled out of the office, his beautiful backside was in full view.
“Can’t suck cock, but that’s some fine twink ass.”
Ass, which was his slave name, got on his feet once outside the office and headed for the temple wiping off his face with the back of his hand. The slaves went everywhere naked in the spring and summer, except for the leather cuffs around their wrists and ankles which identified them. He had, together with Cunt, Slut, Hole, and Bitch, taken his vows a mere two months ago, dropping out of high school and choosing to postpone his progression into adulthood by six years.
His head hung low in shame over his failure, but shame and humiliation were arousing at the same time, and his cocked twitched. There was no guilt or shame in Satan’s Village; the Dark Lord took it away. But some people craved a little shame and pain. Some people, his mother had explained while twisting his nipple and making him hard, are just wired a little differently and enjoy their pleasure seasoned with some misery, danger, or shock. He was one of those people.
It was the first time an entire class had committed together, and people joked it must have been something in the water sixteen years ago. They all liked getting whipped, which was both a reward and punishment, but not too much. They all slept together on a mattress in a locked basement room but were forbidden from having sex with each other except on special occasions.
They would all come to bed stinking of sex from their servicing the elders, Priestess, and Mayor making self-control more difficult. But a night camera monitored them, and the penalty for getting too handsy was not a sexy flogging but being restrained and stimulated till you were dripping precum or your juices were running down your inner thighs.
Then you were left for several hours interrupted only by more teasing until your balls were blue or the girls were hoarse from screaming for mercy. Too much. The sentence for defiance was more severe: being exiled, dumped naked in the forest outside the city limits never to return.
“Oh look! It’s Edgar, or should I call you Ass?”
Ass looked up to see Isis Graves grinning at him. They had been partners in sex ed for several years. She grabbed his cock, which was still as hard as Harry Potter’s wand.
“I see your cocklet is getting bigger,” she said and then turned to Dread Malice, a teen Ass’s age but a head taller, “Don’t you think Ass’s little prick is growing?” Dread laughed. They were standing on the front porch of the General Store.
“Yeah, but it’s still pretty pathetic.”
“Show him yours,” she turned to Ass again, “His cock is magnificent, and it’s always hard.”
Dread unzipped and pulled out a member that was so thick and long it rivalled the mayor’s. It almost seemed to glow, hard and hot, and Ass’s mouth started to water.
“Look at him: he wants it,” Dread smirked.
Ass kept staring.
“On your knees slave!”
Dread had always wanted to say that. Ass didn’t hesitate and was gagging on the sixteen-year-olds meat faster than Tink on a hard elf. People were passing by, grinning, and sometimes pausing to watch. Ass’s eyes glazed over and he moaned on the cock.
“Stand up, turn around, and grab your ankles!”
Dread tried to sound as threatening as possible but it came out as a breathless whisper. His cock was rigid and dripping with spit. Ass did as ordered, and Isis jumped up on a wooden barrel that sat on the porch, pulled up her dress to reveal a hairless pussy, and pulled Ass’s face to it. As he sniffed deeply to savor her moist aroma, Dread shoved his prick hard into his ass. His scream became a deep groan as Dread sank balls deep. Ass licked with abandon, out of control, as Dread pummeled his hole.
“Boy, you sure learned a lot in slave school,” Isis moaned, breathless, “Oh, hi Mom!”
She waved at her mother who had stopped to take a photo for the family album, then was lost again in pleasure. Dread didn’t last long.
“I’m going to cum. Get your mouth on my cock, slave!”
Ass was quick to obey, licking his lips for his first cum of the day. But he wasn’t quick enough, and the first spurt drenched his face. Dread kept cumming with a teenage abundance of sperm till it was overflowing out of Ass’s mouth. Ass fell back on his haunches, licking his lips and using his finger to wipe off his face.
“Give us a kiss, Ass. You did well.”
Isis was smiling, having cum herself. Ass shared the semen with her as they kissed passionately, and he remembered the hours they had spent practicing when they were young, without the cum of course. He was still rigid and probably wouldn’t get relief till the weekend, but he was content.
Then he saw the couple — a man and woman in their thirties in jeans and flannel shirts. They had been watching and were now staring at the three teens, looking shocked and disgusted.
This was not a normal reaction to “public displays of affection” in Satan’s Village. People would often stop to enjoy the show, sometimes touch themselves while watching, and on occasion join in. And outsiders were rarely walking the streets, invitations to visit were sent out to a select few: swingers, Satanists, pedophiles, and sometimes sexual sadists.
I was a packaged deal with tours, hotel accommodations, and permission to attend church. It was both a source of income and a way to grow the membership, evangelizing. These two did not look like they fit into any category. Both blond, he was tall and muscular but with fine features, and she moved with athletic grace and was fiercely beautiful. When they noticed Ass’s gaze, they turned and walked away, glancing back once.
The massive red and black chair had arms, legs and a headboard of dark wood, carved into shapes of demons and mortals coupling, in an infinite variety. It would change into new erotic configurations when no one was looking. The Priestess sat leaning back with a naked leg thrown over each arm as Ass licked her overflowing cunt. The boy enjoyed it so much that he put his whole being into pleasing.
After listening to the Mayor bitch about budgets for an hour, this was what she needed. Ass only paused when it would increase the tension, and it was building to the breaking point. He loved the taste and smell even more than cock, ass, or cum, and pleasing the Priestess like this was a deep meditation on pleasure.
When she came, she squirted all over his face and chest, and he turned so that all of him was covered in her juices. It was a second baptism, a Satanic blessing, and though his cock ached, he was complete.
“May I speak Priestess?”
“Well since you did such a good job pleasing me, yes, you may.”
“There may be a problem with unwanted visitors.”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO