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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 7
Link: LS666 Email / 07.01.2025
Satan’s Village 7 – Cookies
Hail Satan! That was so much fun! Slut took a big whiff of the cookies under the counter, grabbed a white gumdrop and popped it into her mouth with a grin, and pulled up her dress to rub her nearly hairless snatch. She loved seducing.
Priestess said that she could be as good at as her mother, who had graduated from sacred whore to Seductress and now was the chief Seductress in D.C. Slut loved hearing about how Mom whipped the Secretary of State and fucked him with a strap-on or how a Chief Justice begged to lick her ass and drank her pee from a dog bowl. Little by little they were converting the government to secret Satanists ruled by lust.
Slut ran to the window display, grabbed the crucifix/dildo and a black candle, and was going to pull up her dress and use it right there (which was not against community standards) but worried the angels might see her. So she headed for the couch in the back room, which was worn from frequent romps, savoring her cum drop. She slipped the candle in her young cunt first to lube it, then stuck it in her ass with a groan. The black dildo was much larger, but with a push and a moan, it was inside her.
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Her eyes were closed.
“Looks like someone’s having fun,” said a fit and tanned older man.
“Grandpa! You’re back!”
She got up and bounced on the sofa, the dildo still inside her. He caught her mid-bounce and pulled her to him, giving her a very wet and sloppy French kiss.
“Remember: I’m Papa, great-granddad,” his eyes twinkled, “Don’t let me interrupt you,” he said with a wide lascivious grin.
Watching Teens was always fun.
“Are you kidding? I’d much rather have your loving tongue in my snatch than Jesus.”
She pushed him down on the couch and had his zipper down and hardening cock out faster than Tink on Peter’s fairy-dusted prick. She lowered her dripping cunt to his lips. Tasting is much better than watching, he thought.
After he filled her mouth with familial love, she coated his face and soaked his moustache in her pubescent juices.
“Old man’s gotta pee,” he announced.
She moaned affirmatively with his cock still in her mouth, so he let loose a weak stream of piss into her mouth taking forever to finish. She swallowed then spun around and gave him a salty kiss. He looked in her eyes.
“I love you, Athena.”
“I love you too — Papa. Remember, I’m Slut now, Temple Slave and hopefully — seducer of Angels.”
“Yes. I’m so proud of you, umm, Slut. I think you can do it. You have your mother’s talents. You just have to play real innocent and hint at sex,” what an oxymoron, the innocent slut, “Nobody can resist you.”
“How was your convention?”
He had just gotten back from a porn conference in Vegas and had been making new connections for the Village’s homemade videos (mostly illegal).
“Very good. Porn is planting the Dark Lord’s seed in many minds.”
He also had been learning about how the industry was getting more and more people addicted though women and girls were still a challenge. Lust was both Satan’s most potent weapon and His greatest gift.
“The next step is harder: getting people to commit.”
“Like through initiation or something?”
She was rubbing her pussy again, and he noticed.
“Exactly. People have to have an overwhelming sexual experience, real, not virtual, do things they never thought they would do, to completely and forever commit to Lord Satan.”
“Hail Satan,” she exclaimed, “Do you think you could get hard again and fuck me?”
“Hail Satan. I think so. Why don’t you help me out, honey.”
Back in her room, alone, Helga stuck her head in her backpack and inhaled deeply.
“Aaaahhhhh.”
The combination of cookies and candy smelled just like sex. She had always felt guilty about enjoying the smell too much, but not today. She was only tipping her toe in the pool after all. She took out a brown cookie shaped like a penis and scrotum.
There was white frosting streaming down from the tip, and she sniffed it, then licked the frosting. Not a strong flavor, a mild chlorine-like scent. She took a big bite and chewed, moaning. This must be like a cumming cock in your mouth, something she had never tasted.
“Oh, oh …”
She felt her vagina moistening, and her legs spread and her hand went down between them without her willing it. No, not a vagina. A pussy, a . . .cunt. She wondered if Thor’s cock tasted like this if his cum shooting into her mouth would taste like this.
“Uuuuhhh …”
Forbidden pleasure, most succulent, washed over her as she rubbed her clit. She wanted more. She pulled out a pussy shaped cookie and licked it. Yes, it tasted like her, and she loved it. Loving another woman’s was almost as forbidden as incest, strictly taboo.
She wondered if the girl, Chastity, tasted like this. She seemed so innocent. Helga would push her down, tear off her panties, and force herself between her legs. She would lick that teen pussy, lick her ass, put her tongue in her virginal snatch. Yesss. She grabbed a handful of the white gumdrops, put them in her mouth, and came as the sweet liquid covered her tongue.
Thor walked down Main Street deep in thought. The girl was like a breath of fresh air in a town that reeked of dirty sex, he thought. So innocent in a village as depraved as a Bangkok whore house.
What was her story? How had she escaped being corrupted? Worked in that lewd shop, surrounded by peers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other (they had seen that at the school). He wondered if their “sex ed” extended even further down the ages. They had heard about possible child porn production here, but no one had ever been able to obtain any evidence. But Chastity . . .He had noticed marks around her wrists. Was she being abused?
He reached the Repair shop where he had been told he could get a ride to his car. No cell phones, no Uber, no Lyft, no reporting to headquarters. There were a half dozen bikes in a rack in front, no locks or chains.
“Hi. Don’t you keep your bikes locked up?” he asked a young woman in jean shorts that didn’t quite cover her ass and a halter top that didn’t try and cover her tits.
“Nah. Nobody steals anything in Haddess Valley. Don’t need to,” she smiled and licked her lips, “What can I do you for big guy?”
“I need a ride to our car. It’s parked just off County Road 200, north of town. We had been camping.”
“Let me guess — the Sheriff found you and brought you in — did he spank you or lock you up?” she chuckled.
“Excuse me? No, it was the Deputy that found us. How much does it cost for a ride?”
“Nothing. Community service. Any other community services you’d like to sample before we leave?” she winked.
“No.”
He could imagine what those services were like. He couldn’t imagine the half of it.
Thor questioned Diana the entire trip, and she answered all but with mostly lies.
“Do you have a girlfriend — or a boyfriend, big guy?”
“No, neither,” he responded with disgust.
“I guess you’re waiting to rescue some princess. You look like a knight in shining armor. Yep, rescue the virgin princess, then you can claim your prize.”
“Prize?” he didn’t follow.
“Yeah, you get to claim the princess. Forever. Or just for the night if you prefer.”
“Something like that, I guess.”
“Yep. Well, pretty much all the princesses here are sluts and have already been claimed.”
Except one, he thought.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN