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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 5
Link: LS666 Email / 28.12.2024
Satan’s Village 5 – Battle Plans
The Priestess sighed with pleasure, sank into her massive chair, and spread her naked legs even farther apart. Slut, her favorite slave, had been servicing her for almost two hours. Her long black hair clung to her sweaty breasts, and her dark eyes closed tight as she experienced yet another glorious orgasm squirting even more juices onto Slut’s youthful face.
The chair seat was soaked and would not be “cleaned up.” All the fluids of lust were considered sacred, and the sanctuary was permeated with the products of their passion over seventy years. Once the Priestess caught her breath, she pulled Slut up from between her legs and kissed her.
“You have so much stamina, young lady,” she caressed Slut’s red hair as her other hand went down over the girl’s sparse patch of pubic hair to stroke her soaking pussy, “Nice. I’m sure you can do this, Slut.”
She was a very pretty girl, fourteen, with budding breasts and a slim figure. In clothes, she appeared completely innocent but could fuck any young stud or several into exhaustion (the Priestess had witnessed it). But a Nephilim?
“You are uniquely qualified. Now, what’s your name?”
“I’m Chastity Faith Willows, and I’m sixteen years old. I’m still a devout Christian who has escaped defilement in a valley of Satanists, and I need someone to rescue me,” replied Slut, a bit breathless, “But can they truly be turned so easily from their faith?”
“Well, we are priming him for your seduction by awakening the lust for his sister that he has never allowed to surface. Lust is in every human, and the guests are mostly human. It is part of our deepest being that the Dark Lord celebrates and the False God tries very hard to exterminate. He tries to control lust with rules that are impossible to obey but cannot.”
“I won’t fail you, Priestess,” she whispered, “I embrace the lust in my heart and will use my whole self, body, mind, and heart, to serve the Dark Lord.”
“I know you do and will,” she kissed the child’s forehead, “Good girl.”
Helga rolled over. The morning light streaming through the lace curtains revealed her brother, naked, on his back, the sheet and duvet pulled down. She gasped at his erection which pointed toward his head. It was at least nine inches long and as thick as most women’s wrists.
A feeling of warmth and anticipation, opportunity, rose in her. She could not deny the wetness between her legs. She had been married once, a hundred years ago, and knew the mechanics of sex, under the covers, in the dark, with submission. But this was different. She wanted to kiss it, lick it. She wanted to climb on top of him, stick the tip in her aching cunt, and throw herself down on it, feel it penetrate her to the core.
But … what was this depraved place doing to her? This was not just a sin. This was taboo at the deepest level. And … that’s why she wanted it so much. She wanted her brother to fill her with cum, and shoot it all over her breasts and face. She wanted him to wash her off with his piss. She wanted … no.
She rolled over and tried to forget what she had seen and what she had wanted. She prayed for god to take it away, but there was no answer. Her cunt ached, and she could smell her juices. Her hand made its way to her clit, and she began to caress herself, shuddering. One, then two, then three fingers found their way into her sopping cleft. She whimpered and cried when she at last came. But any joy or happiness was soon replaced with shame.
Thor woke and immediately pulled the duvet up to his shoulders. He was ashamed to find himself erect and cursed this valley of iniquity. He thanked god Helga was not awake or not fully awake (she seemed to be murmuring in her sleep) and got down on his knees by the bed to pray for protection against temptation.
But scenes from last night, of crowded rooms and young girls sucking on huge penises intruded on his thoughts, and his erection didn’t go away. His balls ached. He needed a cold shower. At the bathroom door, he glanced back at Helga who seemed to be trembling and breathing fast. Must be dreaming. Being a loving brother, he hoped they were sweet dreams. He screamed when the icy water hit him, so he didn’t hear his sister’s cry.
It was lunchtime on Sinday, and the slaves were already exhausted having each cum four or five times. All five of them lay in a pile on their huge mattress trying to get up the energy to go have lunch and recharge. Every hole had been used, except Slut had refrained from oral since her jaw was tired.
They only got to fuck each other once a week, and they were all covered in cum. It felt wonderful. The Slave Trainer filmed it every week and copies were sold along with videos from sex ed to porn sites on the Dark Web. This had been a very profitable enterprise, one which the FBI had been trying to shut down for years without success. No one fucked to be filmed; they just filmed the fucking.
Ass was in love and couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was in love with Hole, his quirky smile, weird sense of humor, and cute ass. And he was in love with Slut, her freckles and little tits, and silliness. They could all feel each other’s pleasure when they were fucking, and this amplified their joy.
Having to wait till Sinday sweetened their sex as well. Hole seemed to love Slut too, and they were all happy to just spend time together when they weren’t doing their duty elsewhere. And they felt no jealousy; the Dark Lord took it away. Nor did Cunt or Bitch feel excluded: they were in love with each other, and Bitch had a cock to go along with her growing tits that was big enough to satisfy.
“Don’t worry, Slut. I’ve never seen a guy who could resist you,” Ass reassured, “He’ll think he’s saving you and be filled with affection that you can turn into lust easily.”
“Yeah,” said Hole, lifting his face from between Ass’s cheeks where he was licking up his and Bitch’s loads, “You look like a kitten that anybody would want to save, but you’re a panther.”
“Meow.”
Slut clawed at Ass’s chest leaving scratches that barely bled, and he gasped. Then she grabbed his empty balls.
“I’ve got you now you horny fuckin angel.”
They all started laughing, hugging, and rolling around on the wet mattress. When they were quiet, she bent to lick up the drops of blood on Ass’s flat chest.
“My blood is your blood,” he said.
Slut bit her lip hard enough that it bled, then kissed Ass then Hole leaving their lips red.
“And mine yours.”
“Me too, but I don’t want to bite my lip that hard,” said Hole.
“It’s okay,” Slut reassured, “We know you love us.”
Ass grabbed Slut’s crotch with one hand and Hole’s cocklet with the other.
“Let’s go get some lunch,” he said.
“Okay, but I have to pee first,” Slut exclaimed.
Ass beat Hole, getting his mouth over her pussy first and swallowing his reward.
“True love the way the Dark Lord intended it to be,” he said licking his lips.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE