Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:44:15 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Son of Satan chapter 8

			       SON OF SATAN
				    BY
		  Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


DISCLAIMER: This story, in its enterity, consists of a number of sins: both
gay and straight sex, including with minors, incest, mind-control, devil
worship, drug and alcohol use.  If you find this objectionable, do not
read.  If you find this erotic, please enjoy.



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					EIGHT

	"This is Hell?"  Justin asked alarmed.

	'Sure" Saleos answered.

	Justin looked around, wide eyed but anxious. "I didn't die did I?"

	"Of course not" A voice behind them said.

	Rosier turned suddenly.  There was an older man, dressed in brown
and white robes, much like the pictures in the Bible that God would be
dressed in.  He was tall and broad shouldered but gray haired and had a
hard face.

	"My Lord Sonneillin" Saleos said with a slight bow and oddly formal
for a little boy "This is Rosier"

	SDonneillon nodded.  He turned to Justin.  "You are not dead but
your kind is fragile. Anything can happen.  But I am afraid you will need
to be here for some time as my young brother Saleos needs to complete his
education ANd young Rosier.  Welcome home.  Father will want to see you of
course"

	"Does the Devil have horns and a forked tail?" Rosier said.

	Sonneillon laughed.  "Of course not"

	"I want to see everything" Rosier said with obvious excitement

	Sonneillon nodded and pointed graciously in the direction down the
hall. Rosier looked at them and realized they were all naked and Sonneillon
wasn't.  For a split second, he worried that it might be a problem but
Sonneillon acted like it wasn't.  Barefoot and bareassed, they headed down
the hall way, cool black marble under their feet and black columns flanking
them wrapped in bronze.  The passageway opened to an atrium open to the
violet sky, a subtle sweet odor in the air.  The grass was blue and in the
center was a small fountain gurgling water that seemed to faintly
simmer. Rosier noted that he did not smell sulfur and didn't hear the cries
of the anguished. The temperature was fine, not cool enough to want clothes
on but not hot either.  Everything around him looked sleek and beautiful.
Sensing Seth's mind, he seemed happy and cheeful but he wanted to fuck,
hima and his master and the other two and whoever else but fuck, fuck,
fuck. Before they had bonded he was a sex driven machine but now it was
worse and that realization turned Rosier on.  Justin, even though looking
at his master's firm little ass he walked turned him on, was totally
fascinated by the reality of Hell, being totally different from what they
had been taught.  Or at least it seemed.  Rosier was really interested in
Justin's reaction.

	"Where are the people being tortured?"  Rosier asked.

	"What people being tortured?"  Sonneillon answered.

	"Like in the Bible?"

	Sonneillon stopped and turned toward him, angry.  "The Bible?" he
said, nearly spitting, his face tight. Then he relaxed.  "You ask for the
servant?  There is no fire and brimstone, no bottomless pit.  There is a
lake of fire but it's more like the northern lights, the aurora, than
actual fire.  There is no weeping and gnashing of teeth.  The vast majority
of all humans who live and die have their consciousness just drift away
slowly but a portion are here, the faithful.  It is a place of sensuality
and delight.  Unlike Elohim, who wants to draw all of his together and
force their eternal worship, never ending veneration and adoration, that it
is the true torture."

	"Heaven is hell and Hell is heaven" Justin said.

	"Indeed. Much is opposite the lies you have been told.  May I ask
you a question?"

	"You all ready know the answer"

	Sonneillon smiled.  "Yes. Saleos must age until his 13th year but
after that he can be any age he desires.  So long as you are here, you can
be any age he desires for you"

	Justin tugged on his cock, which was stiffening.  "Good"

	"We'll go on down the hall here, that is my office in the room
beyond, and into the presence of our Father.  but the power of his presence
is intense and Rosier is inexperienced and, well, humans tend to be
overwhelmed."

	Saleos looked at him. "It is intense"

	"Do not feel ashamed."  Sonneillon added.

	They went down a small hall. Rosier feeling a little apprehensive
but more excited and even aroused as it opened into an open space.  Om two
flanking sides were a half dozen doors for small rooms and on the far wall
two doors open going into large rooms.  But in the center was square of
white colums and a large skylight above with golden light streaming
through.  In the center was a pool of water in the colors of the
kaleidoscope all mixing together and solitary young male floating lazily
and naked in the water.  On the side of the pool, a young women, naked was
sitting in a chair.  The male stopped and stood, standing on the water as
if it were a board.  He was incredibly amazing looking, absolutely perfect
in every way.  not grotesquely overbuilt but fantastically fit so that
every muscle shown through covered by flawless bronze skin, long black
flowing hair and bright red eyes.  He smiled. Any resistance Rosier may
have felt faded away.

	Suddenly he was in front of Rosier.  Grinning broadly, "Abaddon
succeeded.  Welcome home, my son. I will never forgive her for taking you
from us so young, forcing you to grow alone like that."

	"She's dead" Rosier said.

	"Yes, I sent her to be with Elohim.  No better punishment than to
give her she wants" Satan said.  Rosier was aware that Justin had fallen to
his knees followed a split second later by Seth, who figured Justin knew
the protoccol. "Stand up.  No bowing and scrapping. On your own two feet.
Be proud"

	"You are Lord Satan?" Justin asked.

	"Yes.  I admire the wickedness of your desires.  You will serve
Saleos well"

	The woman suddenly appeared.  Like Satan, she was young and
physically perfect, broad hips and narrow shoulders and a nice mound of
breasts, not too large or too small, a nubile y0ung woman.

	"My consort, Lilith.  My sister.  Your mother, at least in your
original forms"

	All the males were erect, including Satan.  Rosier didn't feel
awakward about it.  The glow that he received from them both was happiness
and joy and sexual desire.

	Sonneillon stepped forward.  "There are spaces provided for you and
your servants and I will take you there shortly"

	Rosier was almost relieved. The power of Satan was intense. It was
pure pleasure and ecstasy to be next to him but as Sonneillon and Saleos
had warned, it was almost overwhelming.

	"Unfortunately, you are rather far along Rosier and we should
really begin immediately which I regret because neither you nor your
servants are really ready but there is little choice.  You must be
strengthened and built up, disciplined and taught, Since you have not been
here, we have been limited in the teaching of Saleos as well since mates
are ... well, mates are mates forever, just as Lilith and I are. Come into
the water with me"

	He and Saleos waded into it, warm and comforting. Although Rosier
was the taller half again, both he and Saleos were in the water to the same
height, falling just under the nipples on their chests. The water was
prismatic, swirling with the colors of the rainbow and it was both thick
and not at the same time.  Satan and Lilith were there too.

	"Cam you crawl on the water?  I suppose not.  Saleos must teach you
somebody. I will do it for you"

	Rosier found himself lifted bodily from the water and placed gently
down on the surface of, soft and gently moving. He was laying on the water.
He was dry.  Saleos pulled himself out of it and laid down on the top of
the water too.  Lilith, his true mother, waded in between his legs and used
her mouth to capture his cock and slide it down her gullet, sucking it
down. Rosier gasped from the pure pleasure of it. It was wicked. She licked
it and sucked it and Rosier rubbed his nipples, which were alive.  In fact,
every part of his body was electrically charged and the lust and desire
that he felt pouring from Satan and Lilith was almost overwhelming. But
every touch was intensely pleasurable.  Amazingly, he could feel what
Saleos felt.

	She put her tongue in his asshole and Rosier thought he was going
to die. "Ooohhh, fuck" he moaned.

	Satan penetrated him.  The water tilted like a wave but still
supported him and he slid down on that stiff cock, his legs spread open.
They fit together perfectly. Even as his body responded to being fucked,
pleasure flooding him from his groin upward.  But he felt his mind being
penetrated too. Not felt, but was aware of it briefly.  More than briefly.
The same trick he had done was being done on him. Rosier just put his head
back and let it rest on the softness of the water as Satan, his own father
and the one he had warned about so often in that church, violated him
anally.  Rosier loved it.  He loved the nastiness of it.  He loved the
sensation of being fucked.  He knew his mind was being arranged and
re-arranged to suit the needs of another but Rosier had no complaints.

	The lust, though, was enormous. As Satan moved inside him, it grew
steady and stronger.  As he stoked it in and out, the horniness was only
growing and growing.  He could take it though.  He was strong and it was a
delicious meal of sex madness and Rosier never wanted it to end.  Satan
could fuck him all the time, from morning light to morning light, and
Rosier would have no complaint.  But lust has limits. It was almost more
than he could take as satan continued to fuck him.

	Panting, Rosier called out "I think I might die"

	"You will not" Satan said as he continued to fuck him harder and
harder.

	"Ooooohhhhh" Rosier groaned "Yeeesssss"

	It was beyond good.  The pleasure almost became corporeal on it'
own. It almost had a body.  He flailed at his hard cock, rigid like rebar,
and shuddered at the intensity of it. Even as he did, Satan continued to
manipulate his mind, intensifying the pleasure of it, making it more that
it would be otherwise.  Rosier didn't mind.  He was aware that it was
happening but surrendered to it. He couldn't do anything else.  Why would
he?  What was happening was great.

	He couldn't cum.  He wanted to.  He needed to.  But he
couldn't. Nothing he could do was going to make it slack off.  There was no
relief, no release.  He was fully orgasmatic but couldn't shoot. He
breathed when he could, when he had to.  Just enough to stay alive.
Otherwise, he let the long orgasm just flood over him, alive with sensation
of it.  It was too much to bear.  He just closed his eyes and let it go.

	Then a peak.  Satan was fucking him at a furious pace, hard and
fast and rough. Rosier was good with it. He wanted it.  And then - boom.  A
half dozen hard, savage strokes and then stillness, a dick still in his
ass. Satan moved it slowly back and to inside of him. The semen oozed out
when he pulled it out.

	"Ohhh" Rosier exhaled.  "Oh fuck"

	But as the orgasm faded away, he was unsatisfied.  No, not
unsatisfied. He was perfectly satisfied but his sex drive was ravenously
hungry.  He desperately needed to fuck someone, anyone.  He looked around
and saw Justin and Seth but saw that the pool was surrounded by young
people, girls and boys.  There was one just on the other side facing his
and Saleos's servants, a black girl in her young teens.  Rosier hauled
himself up, still hard and ran across the water, across the pool deck and
tackled her.

	He wanted her tits.  He went after them. She was naked and the tits
weren't big but he roughly kneaded them in his hands.  THe other hand went
to her cunt.  He wanted her cunt. RIght fucking now, he wanted it.  Fingers
went in.  She was wet. Good. He wanted to fuck her. Then another, and then
another.  Oh, fuck it, fuck this one first. Her legs fell apart and he got
between them. His cock went in. He couldn't control it, the lust was so
overpowering.  He fucked her savagely hard, like an animal.  She grunted
and pawed at him, she too animalistic, grinding her hips, wanting him in
her.  His hips bucked and he drove his cock in her snatch almost violently.

	"Ahhh FUCK" Rosier called out.

	It was only when he came did the lust subside enough for it to be
manageable.  Rosier, panting, sat on the ground, looking at the pool as
Satan and Lilith both gravitatied upwards and walked across the pool toward
them.

	'You are so far behind, of course" he said, "we will need a great
many sessions for yuu to catch up"

	Rosier smiled.  "We get to do that again?"

	"Indeed.  I will need to make you as I want you to be.  You and
Saleos separately at first and then together.  That is, if you want to be
what I want you to be"

	Rosier nodded.  "Absolutely, Father. So I am going to be living in
Hell for a while?  Are there any rules?"

	"No" Satan said. "There is nothing you can do that I can't undo if
I wish.  You are free to do whatever you wish except that when I require
you with me you will come"

	"I think I will stay right here right now.  Can I fuck any of these
I want?"

	Satan smiled.  "I need to tend to one of the servants but by the
time I am finished with Saleos it is apt to be an orgy"

	Rosier thought that would work out just right.

	Satan went to Justin and held out his hand.  "You will need to stay
with us permanently.  There was a chance that wouldn't have been necessary
but it wasn't to be"

	Justin looked confused. "Why?"

	"Your corporeal body is dead"

	"What?"  Justin said, looking around. "I feel fine"

	Lilith came alongside her mate.  "Your soul survives but your body
couldn't stand the power of what you were exposed to."

	"I'm dead?"

	"Yes" Satan said. "But you will be here with us from now on.  You
will never grow old, you will feel pain, and your master will sire many
children in years to come that you will tend to and help. Nephilim are by
their very nature very sexual beings and I think you will find that duty
quite pleasant and exciting."

	Justin shrugged. "Doesn't matter.  There was no place for me there
anyway.  I don't mind being in Hell"

	"You'll come to love it" Lilith said.

	"What about Seth?"  Justin asked. Seth was down, knocked out.

	"He is nephilim.  He was stronger than you.  He will recover" Satan
said.

	"I can stay here while you are with Saleos?"

	Satan took him by the hand. "Come into the pool with us.  You can
assist.  Saleos desires men more than women anyway and being so young
afterwards he has an enormous capacity for sex. The young are special in
that regard.  You will see"

	Justin was as happy as he had ever been.