Date: Mon, 01 Feb 2021 00:30:59 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil's Hollow Prologue DEVIL'S HOLLOW By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This story contains elements of theistic Satanism. No offense is intended to people who are Satnaists. Feedback is appreciated. Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember that Nifty needs your help! Hit the donate button! PROLOGUE A girl. Just turned 13. She is in the center of a circle in the woods, lit by the fire of torches around the perimeter. Behind her are the priestesses. The first rank of the circle surrounding her are all men. Young boys, barely pubescent, to men, full grown. They are hard, erect. They wait in greedy anticipation. They are white hot in anticipation. Her name is Mara. She was conceived here just this way, by her mother who was also conceived here in this way. . She is a priestess behind her. Her grandmother, her great grandmother and unbroken line. At 13, they were here. If she doesn't get pregnant this time, there will be another. And another. Until she does. Part of her wants it to be this time. It is Samhain and any child born on a holy day must surely serve the Lord Satan best. But part of her wants it to take a while. She is looking forward to it. The fevered pitch of it. A great dam of lust and heat and uncontrolled ecstasy exploding. All the lust in the world descending on them. She can feel it. The hunger. The desire. The need. The ceremonies are all sexual, of course. The Lord Satan is best honored carnally. But this fever is overwhelming. Her great grandmother reads the words, makes the incantation. Not even 60 but she looks far younger. Her mother and grandmother disrobe her. They will tend to the foreplay. But just the sight of her firm young breasts, her nipples hard, a rounded mound of flesh and her broad hips and the hairy bush of her pussy raises the temperature of the circle. The men grow hornier. She can feel it. The women touch and squeeze her breasts. A hand goes to her crack, a finger in her slit. She is all ready wet. Wet from the anticipation. They put her on the ground. There are hands on her. Hands on her tits. Hands on her pussy. Soft wet lips kiss her, tongues meet. Her mother, women she has known all of her short life. But she is not bound by any morality. Not here, not now. There is no law. There is no evil. A hand on her clit. A finger in her pussy. Mara shivers. It feels good. She is hungry and she wants it. Her mother pushes her legs back and apart and gets on her muff, licking and sucking her. Mara sighs and leans her head back, arching her back in sensual luxury of being plesaured. She has to squeeze her own tits, play with her own nipples. The heat in the circle is building to overwhelming. Men and boys are stroking their erections, waiting for the signal and they will devour her. The younger kids around the circle watch in fascination as the older kids and the young men are washed in a fever of pure lust. They don't feel that but the little boys, naked, are hard and they crane their necks to see. The women in the community openly masturbate themselves, adding to the heat. It is Samhain. If she conceives, it will be special. The dam breaks. The men rush foward as the women retreat. It is feral. It is animalistic There is no order. The strong rule. Younger boys, barely able to ejaculate but proud of their status in the first rank, fight for their place but the younger men are too strong. They are roughly shoved aside. The young men are strong, muscular, raging with testosterone, insatiable. They fight, punch, claw their way to the girl. One wins. He is first. He rams his hard dick into her wet pussy and starts to fuck her hard. It is savage. He is burning. He roughly grabs her tits and pounds her box. He cannot care if she is pleasured. He needs relief. But she is. Mara lets out a scream, a cry of ecstasy. It is everything she had thought it would be, All those nights masturbating thinking about this night. He fucked her hard and she longed for the next one and the next one and the one after that. Behind, him the melee continued, men fighting to be the next alpha male. When he came, when he unloaded in her, he was shoved violently out of the way for the next. And he was no more gentle. As he fucked her, a few of the men dropped out. Too overheated, they had shamed themselves by masturbating out their seed, standing over her and dropping it on her naked body. The rest were even more frantic. Their needs were only growing stronger and hotter. Another one fucked her. And then another. Whatever they were at other times - sons and partners and fathers - now they were wild beasts. It was with the third one fucking her that Mara had her first orgasm. She almost blacked out at the power of the feeling sweeping over her. Her second was with the fifth one. Her third was with the 6th, a beautiful lean boy with golden hair in curls, a boy she had seen before and lusted after briefly -- and many of the men and boys she knew - and he entered her but not savage and brutal and hard. Sensual. He had a look on concentration on his face as he devoured her and she was weeping pussy juice as he did. She wanted him to fuck her forever. She massaged her clit and called out to the Lord Satan as he did, shivering and gasping for air on the beauty of the orgasm. Finally it was over. The last of them had done it and that a small boy who had not caught his growth. She was battered and bruised. A dozen orgasms later. She carried the semen of 5 dozen men. Only one sperm had to find it's way to the egg, just one. And it was the golden haired boy's that did. She hadn't said anything at first when she missed her periods - she wasn't regular anyway - but the women knew. "A child conceived on Samhain. Oh, Lord Satan, what if it's a boy?:" her mother said out loud "All the better for us" her great grandmother said. Samhain. On the purple and gold plains of Hell stands a palace of white marbe and a kaliedoscope of color. It was there in the lush central courtyward, as the Demons of Hell stood crowded around, the Lord Satan pushed his own member into his consort, Lilith. His sister, his wife, himself. They watched him, witnesses. She would conceive, of course. That was the point. The Lord Satan could devour that which he wished. Whnever. And that was frequent. He burned with lust. He had an enormous need. But the pleasure he took, he gave. In all things, what he demanded, he returned. But this was special. They peaked and orgasmed together, two spirits in one, knowing and feeling the other, inseparable. And it was done. Mara was just beginning to show when she met Lilith by a stream in the woods. She would get up early and walk. At first, the morning sickness had been awful but it had lately given way and she enjoyed a peaceful walk from her home down to the river, roaring through the rapids and rocks as it poured down the mountain to link up with another and become a great river. The Indians called it Ostagulya, at least the map makers said, and it coursed its way through the hollow but the people that lived along it called it the River Saklas. The hollow extended a mile or two between the moutains on either side of the river for a 25 mile length. Mara was drawn to the sacred wood in the middle portion of the hollow, near her home. The other girl was beautiful, red haired and fiery red eyes. She didn't hide herself from Mara. "I am Lillith" she said Mara fell to her knees. It was a sared visitation. The manifestation of the great God had been revealed to her. "I am your friend. We are making the journey together" she said. "We can share everything" They met everyday. Each stage along the way, they went rhrough together. At the quickening, each felt the baby of the other move. Mara told no one of her visits. She supposed she should but she felt special and she hid the truth. The midwife was surprised when there were two girls in labor at the same time but the priestesses were not. They knew. Two girls, sweating and calling in pain, labored together. At the same time, they gave birth. Mara had a baby girl, hald headed and screaing. Lilith a boy. Only for a minute. The small room of the old house at the edge of the wood, two girls had labored and brought into the world two children. But then as everyone turned away for a second, there was one. One mother, one baby. A boy. He was named Aamon. For all her lust of him, the boy with the golden hair was seen no more. It was as if he never existed at all. No one, not even Mara, could call his name and soon forgot his existence. He had no family, no one to speak his name or remember his face or manner. But another girl with flaming red hair, saw him walking down a lonely county lane in the pines barrens of the small town in the swetering mugginess of the Coastal Plain, walking toward her house. She was alone in the summer, in her 13th year, and she saw him from afar. When he turned and walked up the way, past the mailbox and to the house to ask for some water, her heart raced. She was excited. She got him the water, her hands trembling. He was so beautiful. He smiled and her heart melted. The deed was done against the back wall of the house in the clear daylight. Done urgently and passionately. He drove himself into her virginal box and unloaded. She hid that she missed her period. Then when she missed a second, she was terrified. She hid it when she missed a third. But soon there was no hiding it. Her father, a Holiness preacher, sent her to live with relatives in the city and when she gave birth, the twins, a boy and a girl, with her flaming red hair, they were given away for adoption. The boy with golden hair was in a pure white room, gleaming and almost painful. A young man, beautiful beyond compare, entered through an unseen door. "All has been done. Master" he said Satan smiled and nodded. "I am grateful to you Malphas. We will see as to the result"