Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2021 12:54:06 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil's Hollow 5 DEVIL'S HOLLOW By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This story contains elements of theistic Satanism Feedback is appreciated. Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember that Nifty needs your help! Hit the donate button! FIVE The sermon was from the 9th chapter of Genesis. Paul had ditched the previous sermon after his talk with Aamon and settled on this. God had spoken to him about it. The small church, still in state of disrepair, held only his family, Preacher Joe and Aamon for the congregaton. Even though he knew not to have outsized expectations, Paul was disappointed that no one had come. The children, all three of them, were sullen and silent. The story in Genesis is Abraham, the great patriach, had finally had a son and heir with his wife Sarah. It had been a long tortuous experience -- he had married Hagar as well and had a son Ishmael that he had cast out -- before Sarah gave birth in her 80's. Then God decided to test Abraham's faith, to see if he would do the most horrible and awful thing: sacrifice his young son. Isaac, innocent, asked if there was to be a sacrifice where the lamb was but Abraham falsely soothed him. Before taking him up and restraining him on the altar he had built, God iintervened at the last moment to stop Abraham from killing Isaac. Paul preached a stem winder. How the aborted sacrifice of Isaac foreshadowed the eventual sacrifice of God's only son Jesus. How God wouldn't ask Abraham to make that sacrifice but that God himself willingly did for the salvation of the world. Who are we to question the sacrifice God made for us. Who are we to reject it? "It's bullshit" Aamon said "What?" Paul demanded. "It's cruel. He longed for a child with the wife that he loved and Yahweh wouldn't give him one, according to your own book. Only after he fucks somebody elese and has a kid .." "I'll remind you that this is a church, dedicated to the Holy God and you need to show respect. That kind of language will not be allowed:" Paul said. "Amd he kicks that kid out when he's just a teenager, about Trip's age, with his mother" Aamon continued. "That's just mean. Then he decides to toy with Abraham. He's supposedly the omnipotent God, all knowing, all powerful, and he had to pull a test? Right. So Abraham, to satisfy his God, lies to his kid and then is on the verge of killing him when God says 'psych! It's cool Just wanted to see if you would do it'. It's petty and it's mean and it's cruel" "You miss the symbolic nature of it" Paul said "No" Aamon said. "He's omnipoent, right? He could just forgive everybody and be done with it. Why does forgiveness have to involve a sacrifice? Because Yahweh says so? He set the rules so that Abraham could traumatize his young son and then kill his only begotten? Yeah right. And how did Jesus get to be his only begotten anyway?" "It's part of the Royal Road that leads to Jesus. It starts in the Garden when Adam and Eve transgressed. God, being perfectly good and perfetly just, cannot let sin go unpinished. A sacrifice has to be made. Abraham and Isaac show how big a sacrifice God made on our behalf" Aamon laughed. "The omnipotent God is bound by rules? Who made the rules? He did. He could have just said 'fuck it' amd let them eat from the Tree of the Knoowledge of Good and Evil and from the Tree of Life and been like the gods. But he didn't" "You are a demon from Hell!:" Paul said, his voice rising "You are the spawn of Satan! In the name of Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior, I cast you out" Aamon smiled. "I am a demon. Spawn of Satan. I am incubus and succubus, I leave willingly. But I will take what I want with me" Trip, Ben and Rachel got up and followed him. Paul cried out for them to stop. Ordered them to stop. Begged them to stop. Jena began to weep. She too called for them to come back. When they left, Preacher Joe leaving last, she turned on Paul and began to rage at him. "We need to leave here" Paul said "This place is evil" "I am not going without my chrildren" Jena cried. She ran out of the chruch and toward the woods. She hestiated for a moment. But just a moment. Paul ran after her but she entered the tree line as he yelled for her. She ignored him and plunged in. She came to the fence, stopped, turned. Paul stopped short of the tree line but yelled for her. She hesitated and then found her way through a rotten post had casued the wire to lean down. In a second, she was on the other side. She paused and looked back. . She couldn't hear Paul yelling for her anymore. She looked around in the unfamiliar woods and had no idea where to go. She climbed out of the dry stream bed up the bank into the underbrush and it seemed as if the forest was rebuking her for straying off the path, as if it were a living organism. She took a step or two more in arrogance and the underbrush closed in around her, in self defense. She retreated back to the depression and the forest seemed to relax. She headed down the stream and came to the open space in the woods. She recognized it from the dream of Trip's journey. In the center of the space, there was a young man in his mid twnties, naked, golden haired with a bit of scruff on his face. "Aamon?" she asked. "You have one chance and one chance only to leave. Ben and Rachel never belonged to you. You were just a vehicle to bring them here" "And Trip?" "He's made his decision. And you have to make yours. You know enough to know" She walked to him. Standing close enough to touch him, she said, "Maybe I don't know what it is I really want" He smiled. "Oh, I do" She was alone in a dark place. No outside light. She was tied down spread eagle, her arms and legs restrained and she was naked. She pulled against the ropes that restrained her and she was frightened. She didn't want to be a sacrifice to the Devil. Aamon, grown now, came from the shadows. She admired his perfect body, that of a Greek god. Perfectly chiseled, broad shouldered and narrow waisted. His member, even soft, was big. Big and juicy. "You got wet and played with yourself thinking of your son getting laid. Of him pounding trim. It made you hot" "No" she lied. "It didn't, He's just a boy" "Innocence is for fools" Aamon said. "But you need men that are men. Alpha men. Predators. The kind that pound pussy. That take what they want" "I love my husband" she said "Liar" Aamon answered. "You don't. You find him distasteful and you are frustrated now because you've never really gotten off. Not really. But you will now" There was movement on the shadows. Other men. Boys. Hard dicks. There was movement. She was sure they were masturbating. He slid his hard dick into her pussy, slick and wet despite no foreplay. She was hoping in the secret most places of her mind that all them would service her. Aamon would be first. "You are evil" she said "No. The God you worship, Yahweh, is the true evil one' Aamon said "My Lord Satan gives freedom and the chaos of magic. His is the personification of good. Sex is good. Orgasm is good. Pride and lust and questioning and thinking are all good" "Trip?" she said quietly Her son, her teenage son, having just now having lost his virginity and turned his back on all that he had been taught because of the lust of the flesh, stepped from the shadows. He was hard and stroking himself, his eyes narrow. There was no horror, no shame, no guilt. He was horny. He wanted to see it. He wanted to watch it and then he wanted to cum on her tits. Aamon turned half around as he fucked her and laughed. "You need far more fucking that you have ever gotten" Aamon said "And dirtier and nastier too. My Lord Satan will give you all you desire and leave you desiring more. He will meet your desires and increase them" "Do it" she panted "Say it" "Fuck me" "Say it" "Hail Lord Satan!" Jena called out He fucked her hard, roughtly rubbing her tits. Trip stood in the light masturbating himself as Aamon pawed at her., moved in her. He was close enough he could smell the funky smell of her wetness as she oozed it out from the exictement of it. She pulled against the ropes, wanting to fling her arms around the powerful back of her young lover, to hold him tight but then she just started struggling to be struggling, to enjoy the restraints of it. His hard dick filled her box and she gasped in total pleasure and ecstasy as he rubbed her clit, sending lightning jolts of sensation. She had never felt so good. She wasn't just laying there passively as with Paul but hunger and eager and needing it. "Hot pussy. Hot bitch" Aamon said She opened her mouth as if for him to kiss her, which he hadn't, but he spit in her open mouth and then roughly closed it before slapping her on the face. Then he leaned over and kissed her hard, open mouthed, tongue, hard and urgent and rough. He kneaded her tits as his dick violated her. She hiked up her hips trying to get him in deeper and tharder into her. "Oh God!" she whimpered and called out "Fuck God. Hail Satan!" Aamon spat out She came. Shivering and shaking, oozing her fluid out, her body tense, she came. But Aamon gvae her no mercy. He fucked her harder and faster and tougher with each savage stroke. "Oh fuck" she weeped, unable to wipe the tears away. Aamon held her face and kissed her hard again and she kissed back with the same urgency and passion. She wanted nothing more than to cum again and again and again from the sensation of his full hard dick in her hot wet box, skin against skin, until she at last his seed was in her. Trip was stroking himself furiously, lost in his own lust as he watched his mother being fucked hard. The others in the shadows were doing the same. There was motion and the sound of dicks being flogged. Jena groaned loudly, pulling at the ropes that bound her. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" she called out "You've never been fucked like you needed to be" Aamon said, snarling. He grabbed her tit and squeezed it hard. "You've never been fucked like you wanted to be" "Fuck me! Harder!" she had lost all control. She looked at Trip pleading. He walked over and gave it a couple of more tugs and dropped a load on her tits. "There" he said "Hail Satan" She threw her bead back and orgasmed a second time. This one almost made her pass out. She was dizzy and disoriented. She slowly came around to conscious thought as the tsunami of pleasure passed over her but Aamon was continuing to plow her hard. He rubbed her clit again and she cried out. Aamon pounded it in one last time and unloaded in her pussy, his shite spunk seeping out of her slit. Pulling his clum soaked dick out of her, he motioned two men from the shadows. One was black headed and bearded, powerfully built with broad shoulders and a torso like armor and the other with reddish brown hair and built the same. "You belong to her and she belongs to you" Aamon said "When the last of them comes, he will have no need of her or her of him" The man with the reddish brown hair drove himself into her as the other man fed her his cock down her throat. It was hard and furious and they fucked her like they didn't care, like she was just a cum dump and she loved it. It was the way she wanted it. Aamon went to the side. Ben and Rachel were there too, watching the woman they had known as mother deep into her freakiness. They didn't turn away or feel ashamed or embarassed for her. They were true children of the Prince of Hell. "One more" Aamon said "One more and it will be Hell on Earth"