Date: Mon, 01 Feb 2021 00:30:59 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: Devil's Hollow Chapter 1

			      DEVIL'S HOLLOW
				    By
				 Encolpius


DISCLAIMER:  This story contains elements of theistic Satanism

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				    ONE


	Paul Marcion turned off the two lane road, just outside the small
town of Nebro, into the overgrwon yard of a small whitewahed old church.
He pulled around to the back and centered up the camper that they were
going to live in until they could make the parsonage livable..  His wife
and three kids piled out of the crew cab truck and stook looking at the
small church.

	"It doesn't look like anybody's used it in a while" His wife Jena
said.

	"No" he replied .  They had driven through the small community and
he had noticed that there wasn't the usual collection of Methodist and
Church of God churches.  It seemed that it wasn't only the Baptists that
had trouble getting a foothold in the hollow.  "It doesn't. But that's why
the Home Mission Board sent us.  We'll be warriors for Christ in this
little valley."

	He sounded braver than he felt.  They had crossed the bridge over
the River Saklas and Paul had seen below a quartet of older teen boys or
younger men, in perfect masculine form, diving into the water, naked.  He
couldn't linger to look for fear of driving off the bridge.  But other than
that and the absence of church steeples, the town was pretty.  Many of the
houses wree Victorian ior Crasftsman era, some seemingly from the Sears
catalog but well mainteinded and there were no mobiles.  It lacked the
obvious poverty of the rest of Appalachia.

	"It is beautiful" she said.

	Framed by rounded mountains a mile distant, it had the untouched
beauty of the Appalachians.  It was a wam summer day and the kids had the
summer to get used to their new lives before school started.  The eldest,
Trip, was leading his younger brother and sister around exploring.  He was
nearly as tall as Paul was but lanky, running toward skinny. Even though he
was a good boy, he had become a bit moody and Paul reflected that life in
the camper would be hardest for him.  Boys at 14 sometimes need a bit of
privacy to do what they need to.  Just for a moment, an umage flashed
across Paul's mind of his son stroking his long 14 year old hairy dick and
shooting out gobs of white milky cum.  He had to banish that idea from his
head.  He was prone to linger on it.

	Ben trooped after Trip as they explored the edge of the woods at
the back of the lot.  Rachel held back a bit.  Ben hero worshipped Trip,
much to the older boy's annoyance but he was also a michevious and an all
ready rebellious boy at 12.  Paul told Trip to bear up and remember that it
could be worse but Trip had sullenly reminded his fathter that it wasn't
like they were his real brother and sister.  The difference between them
was stark.  Trip, like Paul, was black haired, fair skinned and blue yeyed.
The twins were so obviously adopted that no one even asked., red haired,
green eyed and freckled.  Paul thought idly to himself that if Trip was
plastic and malleable, one that would rebel tamely and then dutifully line
up for his reveived lot -- and Paul entered notions of full time Christian
service for him -- the twins were not.  Rachel was quietly stubborn and Ben
gather more loudly.

	The building hadn't been used for a while.  There were boxes
stacked in there like someone was using it for storage and the paint was
peeling. There was grafiti everywhere.  The building definitely needed
maintenance.  Paul was disappointed and felt overwhelmed.  Jena came up to
where he was standing at the doorway and put her hands around his hips and
told him that they would get it sorted.  He gave a thin smile.  A
missionary was sent a decade ago but clearly nothing remained of his
efforts.  It waas so strange, a small community in Appalachia and no
Baptist church.  No church of any sort it seemed.

	The next day was the first work day and Paul drafted the kids into
helping.  They began by tackling the junk inside, tossing it all out and
taking it to the landfill.  They had almost a first load when Paul realized
that he didn't know where the dump was.  Google was no help.  Google Maps
had barely heard of Nebro.  In fact, it was almost as if the valley didn't
exist as far as the internet was concerned.  He headed toward the truck
with the kids inside the cab when he turned back to the church trying to
remember something he had forgotten.  There was a boy sitting on the steps
that had not been there before. He was golden hair, fair skin, lightly
bronzed with piercing blue eyes ansd quite handsome.  He was the age Trip
was, clearly young and beardless but not gawky and struggling to find where
his hands and feet ended.  He got up and walked toward Paul with natural
grace.

	"Hi! You fixing up the chruch?"  the boy asked.  Paul crooked his
head and said he was. "It's been a long time since anybody used it.  Not
since Preacher Joe"

	"When was that?"

	"Dunno.  A while" Paul knew it was a decade before, when he would
have been a small boy. "I'm Aamon"

	"Paul Marcion" he said ssticking out his hand formally to shake.
The boy had a harge strong hand and a firm handshake "You want to come with
us to the dump?  You can give us directions"

	"Sure" he said.  "Like Martian?"

	It was an old joke to Paul and he gently corrected the boy.

	In the truck, he made Trip give up the front seat for Aamon -which
Trip did grudgingly - but Aamon was more inteested in the kids in the back
seat than in giving directions.  But he got them there and they unloaded,
Aamon making a game out of it.  By the time they got back, he made fast
friends with all three of them.  Paul decided they would take out the pews
so that the inside could get washed down in prepearation for repainting.
Inside and out there was a mass of grafiti.  He had privately confided to
Jena that a lot of them were Satanic symbols.

	Aamon and Trip did most of the lifting and lugging out. But Aamon
made it fun and all the kids were laughing.  As it grew time for the
evening meal, the boy joined in with them, bowing his head as they prayed.

	"You live near here?"  Trip asked.

	Aamon shrugged. "In the woods.  It's a cabin.  Sometimes with my
mom but not always.  It's good.  People bring me things and I do things for
them.  It's fun"

	"You live in the woods?"  Jena asked "By yourself?"

	"There are other people that live in the woods too.  Mostly men,
though.  Some girls. It's not near here though.  They live deep in the
woods and they don't come out to town much.  But they're my friends.  I
know.  I can show Trip where it is now and then you can all come and visit
me after church on Sunday"

	"Can I Mom?"  Trip asked

	"He won't get lost. I promise.  It's not far at all"

	"I suppose. Just be back by dark"

	There was no path into the woods but about 10 feet in was an old
barbed wire fence, the posts half falling down.  Aamon ducked in through a
small opening and Trip followed him, getting his shirt caught as he did.
Aamon came back and got him untangled.  A few feet inside the fence was a
depression like a dried up stream bed and Aamon took off walking down it,
talking away.  Then there was a open space in the trees and Aamon led him
across it down a narrow path through the underbrush.  After a time, that
path interescted with another and they took off down it.

	"You are a lot deeper in the woods than you think" Aamon said "and
down there is a very special place but I live over there"

	That took them down another path and across a small stream.  The
woods were thick and dark at the point and Trip had no sense of how to get
back or even whether it was still light or dark or not.  Aamon was
unconcerned.  The path, now broadened out, took a gaint curve and Trip
could see a 100 yards distant to a cabin.

	"Count to a 100 slowly and then walk, don't run to the cabin.  I'll
be there" Aamon said, bolting toward the cabin.

	Trip did what the boy said.  A slow count to a hundred and he
walked toward the cabin.  There was an outhouse away from the cabin and a
well on the other side, well away.  Getting there, he cautiously opened the
door.  The inside was lit with a flickering oil lamp that didn't throw off
much light.

	There was a girl naked.

	"Come in" she said.

	She went up to Trip and started kissing him.  He had never kissed
anyone that way before.  His heart was racing, his palms sweaty.  Confused
by who she was, part of him wanted to flee immediately.  Run away.  But he
was frozen there.  Kissing her.  Wild thoughts crossed his mind at
lightning speed.  Where was Aamon?  Who is she?  But he kissed her anyway
and her hand went down to his crotch.  He was incredibly hard down there,
far harder than when he hurriedly pleasured himself in the night.  It was
literally throbbing.  It was uncomfortable and he wanted to be free of the
clothes that bound him, wanted to be naked and pressed up against her.
Inside of her.

	He was shy but he moved up and squeezed her titty.  Soft and spongy
but firm too.  It was amazing.  The nipple was hard, pointing out.  He
broke off from kissing her. and leaned down to suck on the nipple.  She
moaned.  Then she purred as he flicked the hard nipple with his tongue.
Trip as so hard and horniness was flowing over him.  The lust was driving
him.  He was scared and his heart was racing.  He wanted to run and he
wanted to throw her down and ravish her.

	"Take off your clothes" she said "let me see you"

	Staring at her, he pulled off his T shirt and undid his shorts.
His hoxers showed a big bulge from his hard cock.  He was a little
embarassed naked.  He was skinny, flat chested and flat bellied but some
lingerng baby fat and everything was out of proportion and awkward.  She
reached over and slowly pulled down her boxers.  His dick was no more than
average length and girth and he had a nearly full bush, untrimmed, and
hairy balls.

	"Where is Aamon?"  he asked

	"Open your mind to me and you will have perfect pleasure.
Conccentrate on us right now" she said

	He was breathing heavily.  He wanted her so bad.  He reached down
to stroke himsefl but she gently guided his hand away.  She put a finger in
his mouth and he sucked on it and then she ran that wet finger down his
torso and eased herself down, kneeling in front of him.  She took ahold of
it and swallowed the whole cock down, her nose in his pubic harir, his
balls against her chin.  That warm wet mouth on that sensitive dick and he
thought he would cum right then.  He was the very edge of an orgasm.  But
then it was like somebody dialed it back.  He was taken back from the edge.
It waas intensely pleasurable but it seemed as if that pleasure could go on
forever.

	Her tognue swirled around his dick and she rubbed it up against the
piss vein.  Then around the head.  Her mouth went up and down on the thick
hard shaft, rigid like steel., coming up to the head, her tongue flicking
just underneath the slit, His whole body shivered as the intense pleasure
of it as she kissed his cockhead hard, sucking on it.  He was frozen but
wanted to just grab her haad and drive himself into her mouth.  He was too
shy and for a split second fought the notion but then it almost seemed as
if an outside force had given him permission.  He held her head and face
fucked her.

	She took it.  No gagging.  She was rubbing on her clit as she did,
squeezing her tit with her other hand.  He thought he could do this, ram it
into her mouth and unload there but was being held back.  Not held back
from the lust and horniness, which were overpowering, but from the release.
In that moment he could smell her, her intoxicating scent.  Then she put a
hand on his crotch and slowly stood up, Pressed against him, she kissed him
again.

	"Taste me" she said, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

	Trip went down to a crotch and put his face in her crotch, smelling
her earthy scent, her musky smell.  Hesitatntly. he licked his tongue
between the skin flaps of her slit, the wetness o fhis tongue adding to the
wetness of her pussy.

	"Taste me" she moaned.  "Eat me"

	Emboldened, he buried his face in her crotch.  He felt more
masculine than he had ever felt before, a dominant and pwerful being.  He
wanted her pussy.  Wanted her to shiver and shake.  He was becoming an
animal without conscious thought.  He tasted her and it tasted good. The
scent and feel of pussy on his tongue felt right and perfect.  His hardness
and his throbbing need shut out everything.

	"Fuck me" she said.

	He stood and pushed her agains a wall and grabbed his dick to shove
it in from the back side.  She had to reach back and help him but then he
slide it into her tight, wet, slick hole. He had never felt anything more
amazing that that in his whole life.  A hot pussy around his bare dick and
Trip felt like a man.  She was bent slightly over and he reached around and
grabbed her firm tits and he fucked her, the instinct of manhood kicking
in, driving his cock into her.  He could only concentrate on that. On the
sex.  It was so amazing, so erotic and dirty and taboo and he knew he was
disappointing his parents and that only made it hotter.  It made him
hornier to know that he shouldn't.  That they wouldn't approve.

	"Mmmmmm" she purred.  "Give me your lust"

	He grabbed her by the hips and held her, pushing her back onto his
cock as he piled it into her.  He fucked her rapidly, no control over his
lust now.  He gave in to it completely.  It was slap, slap, slap of bodies
coming together and the moaning and the groaning and whimpering cries as
she massaged her clit from the front as he gave it from behind.

	"Oh God!"  Trip called out and rammed it in one more time,
unloading in her.

	It was by far the greatest sensation he had ever felt He kept his
hard dick in her as it softened after cumming, reluctant to break the spell
of it.  Then he pulled it out and his dick dripped semen.  Then they
kissed, slower, sensual.  He was comfortable now being naked with her.

	"You'll never be the same after this" she said

	"I don't want to be the same" Trip answered.  "This was incredible.
I want to do this again.  I want to see you, not just for sex but ...."

	She shrugged.  "Life and reality asen't what you think they are"

	Reluctantly, he dressed.  He looked around for Aamon and asked
about him but she ignored him.  Finally, he was dressed and Trip again siad
that he wanted to come see her again.

	"Go that way and think about home, The forest will get you there"
she said.

	He was even more reluctant to leave the cabin but it was pitch
dark, the full moon rising above the canopy of trees. He knew he was in
trouble.  His Mom had said to be back brfore dark.  He walked down one path
and then turned and walked down another.  He recognized none of it but came
up the dry strean bed and crossed it.  Once he got past the fence, he saw
the bright light on the other side of the tree line.  He emerged from the
woods just a few feet from where he entered in the late afternoon sun.  He
want back to the camper.

	"That didn't take long.  You were only gone 10 minutes" she said,
cleaning up.

	"Yeah, it's not far"

	"Is he coming back tonorrow, you think.  He can be our first
convert.  We can baptize him" she said.  She was happier than Trip ever
remmembered seeing her

	Quietly in the night, careful not to disturb anybody, he
masturbated remembering it, searing the experience in his mind.  Then, as
he slept, he relived it again as a wet dream.