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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 3
Link: LS666 Email / 28.12.2024
Satan’s Village 3 – The Temple
From the outside, Satan’s Temple very much resembled a small town church with its white clapboard, stained glass windows, and steeple. But the windows were all crimson and black as midnight, and an iron pentagram topped the steeple instead of a cross. There was a crucifix above the entryway, but it was inverted, giving the wooden Jesus an eternal headache, and to this, an immense erection had been added.
As the Guardian passed through the iron doors into the sanctuary, he gasped. Even after a year of living here, he was still taken aback by this House of the True God. It was much larger than it appeared on the outside, impossibly so, and it was oval rather than rectangular with no square corners or flat surfaces. Its obsidian walls and floor were warm, and dozens of black and red candles cast a reddish light. He breathed the air in deeply; it always smelled of sex, of cock, pussy, and cum.
Instead of pews, long red kneeling pads were arranged to face the altar, and black mattresses lined the outer walls. It was a womb dedicated to Satan and Satanas/Lilith and was filled with their presence. It was fed by fucking, by the constant coupling of the congregants in infinite combinations. It was not just dark spiritual energy that was created: there were no taxes in the village, but the tithes to the church and money earned by the sacred whores covered all municipal expenses.
The Guardian felt his cock stiffen under his uniform, and he smiled. He loved it here, and his job was not at all boring. He was the Sheriff of a town with no crime, but he was also the one who assured the town remained unknown to those who would disturb it.
He determined who was safe to invite, and his agents monitored those who had visited to ensure they were not too “public” with their recommendations. Blackmail and occasionally the threat of violence were sometimes needed, but not often. Most people were smart enough to know you could only share this secret with others like you who you could trust.
The Priestess was in her chair, long dark hair draped over her chest and red robe parted with her exquisite legs on the arms as Slave Slut, a pretty red-haired girl with freckles, slowly lapped up her juices. The mayor had stripped naked and was in an identical chair with Lilith kneeling between his legs.
She deep-throated his ample prick with ease, and he moaned between every few words. Between the two leaders was an altar covered in black silk stained and stiff with years of bodily fluids. The other slaves and whores were all naked and kneeling on black pads.
“Ah, so much better than this morning,” he said breathlessly. Ass blushed, but no one noticed, “Great! You’re here Sade. We can start.”
“Magus, Priestess,” he bowed curtly, “Yes, I heard there was a concern about uninvited guests.”
The Guardian looked at the buffet of naked flesh and pictured himself spanking and sodomizing every one of them.
“Well, I can assure you that no one has attempted to radio or phone out from the valley this week. So hopefully they’re still here so we can deal with them.”
“Ugh,” The mayor’s face was flushed, “Don’t swallow,” he gasped to Lilith.
He groaned and stiffened, and executive cum overflowed from her mouth.
“Give us a kiss, honey,” he said, after recovering.
Everyone smiled as she shared the semen with his daughter.
“The intruders were seen at the school and also downtown,” the Priestess continued, giving the mayor a chance to catch his breath, “Ass, please describe them for us.” Ass stood, head bowed.
“Umm, they were a really attractive couple, beautiful even, and very fit looking. And tall. They were wearing flannel shirts, jeans, and hiking boots.”
He kneeled again though he wasn’t sure he was supposed to.
“Nephilim?” asked the Priestess, turning to the mayor and then the Guardian.
The Nephilim were the product of interbreeding between angels and humans following the flood. They were giants, but several millennia of further interbreeding made them appear more human, though they were still very powerful and extremely alluring. Several prominent and powerful Satanists had been brought down by Nephilim in the last century.
“So now the Nationalists are working with the angel half-breeds,” noted the Guardian.
This would be a challenge, but he loved challenges.
“We’ll catch them, torture them to find out what they know, and burn them at the stake.”
His sadistic streak was burning bright as Tinkerbell plugged into an outlet.
“No.”
The priestess grabbed Slut’s head and rubbed it against her cunt.
“If you kill them, they’ll send more to investigate. If you torture them, the pain vibes they send off might be sensed by their kind.”
Slut’s face looked like a glazed donut, and she was grinning.
“Besides, it’s not our way.”
“What do you suggest then?”
The mayor had fully recovered.
“We seduce them. After all, we have seduced so many ‘good Christians’ through the Internet. We have convinced them to leave their home, immediate or extended families, and good jobs to join us here. Lust is our Master’s most potent weapon,” and she was good at wielding it, “If we bring them to our side, they will go back and report that there’s nothing to see here. Maybe they’ll even bring others of their kind to our side.”
“Seduce Nephilim?” the Guardian was sceptical and wanted to torture someone.
“Yes. We can do this,” she smiled, “We need to instruct everyone to be very nice to this couple, offer them a room to stay in and a warm meal. But, not to be too … ‘sexual’ with them. Not yet anyway.”
“So mote it be,” said the mayor and put his black robe back on.
“I know you’re disappointed, Sade. But we are better than them,” the Priestess continued. “We don’t perform little acts of love to feel good about ourselves and buy a ticket to heaven, all while lying, cheating, and ignoring the homeless, starving and suffering.
“We don’t judge and condemn people because they prefer cock to cunt. We are not hypocrites, nor do we live up to what they say a worshipper of Satan is like. We don’t eat babies, but we don’t pretend to turn the other cheek. We believe in lust, not hatred and anger.”
She shuddered and gasped as her holy nectar shot out from her pussy covering the girl like a second baptism; Slut felt blessed. There was a puddle on the floor, and Slut bent down to lap it up.
“And if we don’t succeed, then you can torture them, Sade,” she added, standing up, “Now I have some prayers and rituals to do. Come along Slut.”
“You’re disappointed, I know. Why don’t you stay and play?” she said gesturing to the whores and slaves.
Sade was frustrated. He chose the youngest, most boyish of the whores, Astaroth, and Hole, the youngest and slightest of the boys whose prick was only a few inches long and lacked pubic hair. He pushed them face down, bending them over the altar.
Removing his belt, his khaki pants fell to his ankles revealing an extremely thick cock. They cried and groaned as he whipped their asses at the same time, leaving them streaked red and bruised. At the foot of the altar was a large brass bowl for offerings and a marble jar of salve.
He dipped a dollop out and smeared it on his cock head and probed the two’s assholes with his large finger. Without warning he plunged into Astaroth’s ass, and she screamed. After a few strokes, he pulled out, and violated Hole, who cried out.
After the cock had pumped into the boy several times, however, the pleasure overcame Hole. He was careful not to let the Guardian know this since he would surely stop if it felt good. After Sade came, he flipped them both around and fingered Astaroth’s cunt while sucking on the boy’s hard cocklet. Hole was smart enough to hold his breath when he shot his small load in the sheriff’s mouth lest he get another whipping.
The Guardian threw some money in the bowl and then sent them back to their quarters with their asses sore and full of police cum. They both concealed the smiles on their faces, keeping their heads bowed in servitude.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE