Hail Satan
This story has been rated as extreme.
Patrick is a tall, slender white 37-year-old with short brown hair and a full beard. It’s a warm summer evening, and he wears a comfortable outfit. As a catholic priest, he likes to go into his small, remote church late in the evening, for contemplation and prayer. He is the pastor of this small parish, but that is only his day job, so to speak. For Father Patrick is a well-known and highly successful exorcist, whose services are in demand around the globe. Here, in his church, he can recharge for his intense duty of fighting the Dark Power.
As usual, the church is completely empty and thus quiet. It sits on a small hill, surrounded by a cemetery and empty land. There’s probably not another soul within a one-mile radius, Patrick thinks. He sits down to pray the Rosary, the Luminous Mysteries, his favorite. But he has barely finished the Lord’s Prayer, when he can hear the unmistakable sound of high heels on the stone floor of the church, approaching from the entrance. Patrick gets up and turns towards the sounds. For a moment he is stunned, two extremely attractive young women have entered.
The one on the left is called Deianira. She is a tall white beauty with long, straight brown hair, a sexy smirk on her lips, perky D-cup boobs, a slim waist, curvy hips, a firm round ass, and stunning long legs. Deianira wears shiny black latex high heels, and a tiny black dress that is very tight, very short, and very revealing, nicely showing off her hot body.
The one on the right is Lilith, a tall white beauty with perfect looks. Lilith has long, wavy dark hair, hypnotic big eyes, impressive DD-cup boobs, a slim waist, sexy hips, a tight round ass, and breathtaking long legs. She wears shiny red latex high heels and a tiny dark-red dress that also is very tight, very short, and very revealing, really showing off her incredible body.
Of course, you’re not supposed to go to church like this. Patrick thinks this sentiment is outdated, it is the duty of men not to have lustful thoughts in church, not the duty of women not to tempt men. Thinking otherwise would be a sexist understanding of gender roles to him. At the same time, these two super-hot babes wear really, really provocative outfits. His first thought is that they might be sex workers looking for shelter or help, but they don’t seem distressed. Quite the opposite, in fact, they calmly approach him, both smiling confidently.
They stop right in front of him, giving Patrick a great view of their perfect bodies. Even as an experienced priest he struggles to keep his basic male instincts in check, he can feel how his penis wants to get hard. He simply has never met anybody nearly this hot, and now there are two of them, right in front of him.
“The famous exorcist, Father Patrick,” Lilith says with a big smile. “Famous for casting out many powerful demons,” Deianira adds with her sexy smirk. “Can… Can I help you?” Patrick asks. He feels unusually nervous, even considers telling them that the church is closed. But it has always been his policy never to turn anybody away.
“Look at him,” Deianira giggles, “how he is struggling.” “You would think that a renowned priest, a loyal servant of god, would have a better control over his urges,” Lilith says with a confident smile. Then, without shame, she places her soft, warm hand on Patrick’s swelling cock, triggering a full-blown erection. His face turns bright red, but he is frozen in shock and just helplessly stares at the stunning beauty.
Deianira comes even closer and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Don’t…” he weakly says but does nothing. They are so tempting, he feels so weak, but he can’t stop her. When she is done, Deianira tosses his shirt aside and gently rubs his chest. “Stop… Please…,” he tells them, but instead Lilith now unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard-on out.
Father Patrick now stands almost naked in his church, getting jerked off by two super-hot strangers. “Lust is a deadly sin, Father,” Lilith laughs and strokes his cock faster. “Please don’t… I… Stop…” Patrick feels trapped in his body, he cannot control the weak flesh, they are just so irresistible, and what they do feels so good. How can they have such power over him?
While Lilith edges his cock, Deianira finishes stripping him naked. Then Lilith uses his rock-hard cock like a leash to lead him to the altar. “It would probably count as desecration if you spilled your thick hot load all over the altar,” Deianira laughs. And that is exactly where Lilith points his erection, as she continues to jerk him off. “No… Stop… Please…,” but Patrick is too weak to physically resist their powerful seduction.
Deianira gently massages his balls, intensely stimulating them. Lilith tightens her grip and increases the speed. All Patrick can do is lustfully moan. He feels so humiliated, so pathetic, so overwhelmed and helpless. His body has overpowered his mind. “Look at it that way,” Deianira giggles, “surely if god didn’t want you to blow your load all over the altar he could stop us, right?” “Don’t you priests always say that god works in mysterious ways? Maybe he has a kink for seeing his faithful cum,” Lilith laughs.
Even their blasphemy is not enough to provoke a reaction from Patrick, using his lust against him the two super-hot women are fully in control of the naked priest. “Who are you thinking about? The Virgin Mary?” Deianira asks him mockingly, and continues, “Does it turn you on that she was a virgin when god raped her? Because that’s what he did. Impregnating a woman without her consent is rape, everybody should understand something as simple as that.” Patrick is disgusted by her words, but even this is not enough to make him act, it just feels too good, his flesh just wants this too much. He has never felt like this, he has never met anybody like these two. Why can’t he resist even when they act so horribly against everything he stands for?
Patrick tries to focus, he asks himself what would happen if somebody saw this. He tries to trigger a response, to convince himself to act, but all he does is moan lustfully and spill some pre-cum. Lilith catches it with her other hand and lustfully licks it all up. That is the hottest thing Patrick has ever seen, due to his celibacy he is inexperienced and even this small gesture arouses him strongly.
“Your god is a rapist who doesn’t deserve worship, and you are about to desecrate his alter with your cum,” Deianira giggles into Patrick’s ear. “Doesn’t sin feel so much better?” Lilith asks with a smile. It takes all of what little strength Patrick has left to stop himself from admitting that she is right. This really feels better than any religious experience he has ever had.
Lustfully moaning, Patrick is only moments away from orgasm. Lilith skillfully keeps him at the edge. He has never felt pressure like this in his life, he desperately wants to empty his balls. Deianira and Lilith stop but still hold his balls and cock. “You have to make a choice now,” Lilith tells him, “if you say ‘stop’ we let go of you and leave.” Deianira continues, “But if you say ‘continue’ we will make you enjoy your orgasm as you unload all over your altar.”
Patrick wants to say stop, he really wants to, he tries, as hard as he can. But all he says is, “Please,” and then “don’t stop.” Giggling, the seductive beauties continue to massage his balls and stroke his hard-on. Lilith masterfully makes him orgasm on his altar, not a drop of cum hits the floor, and even while Patrick sees himself desecrate the altar, it is the best feeling of his life.
The women let go of him and take a few steps back. The naked priest supports himself on the altar. For a moment he is surprised by how much semen there is, then he quickly crashes back to reality. “What have I done…” he whispers in horror as his heart starts racing, “What have I done…”
“Well,” Lilith giggles, “you have betrayed your god, desecrated his altar, and committed a deadly sin.” Lust is a deadly sin, she is right, Patrick thinks. Nobody can ever know about this. While his mind is racing, and he tries to calm down, Deianira walks up behind him, as he stands there fully naked, in front of the altar. She carefully aims, swings her perfect long leg as hard as she can, and kicks him in his naked, unprotected balls with full force from behind. It’s a devastating hit, his defenseless organs get violently crushed between her foot and his pelvis, causing an explosion of pain that makes him scream and go down to all fours. Lilith and Deianira laugh at him, then Deianira asks, “They say your eggs are extra sensitive after you’ve spilled your load, is that true?”
“What the fuck?” he asks them, as a strong pulling pain takes over his lower body. But Deianira just laughs, “Forgive me Father for I have kicked you in your pathetic eggs.” Lilith walks up behind him, “I never understood how men can worship a good that has given them such a cruel, humiliating vulnerability, a crippling weakness like no other.” The leggy beauty shrugs as she looks at the gap between Patrick’s legs. With a sadistic smile, she takes aim and then kicks him in the nuts as hard as she can. Another perfect hit, his testicles get again forcefully crushed against his body, making him scream as he collapses into the fetal position. Deianira and Lilith share a laugh. Then both of them look down on the hurt man, and Lilith asks, “Tell me, Father, where is your god right now?”
Patrick is in a lot of pain, especially his abdomen. Groaning, he asks, “Who are you? What do you want with me?” “We are just here to have some fun,” Deianira tells him, “my name is Deianira, and my friend here is Lilith.” “Lilith? Like the demon?” Patrick reacts confused to such an evil name, who would name their daughter after a creature of pure evil? Lilith giggles, “Yes, just ‘like’ the demon.”
The stunning beauty bends down and offers Patrick her hands, “Here, let me help you get back up, now that we’ve had our fun.” Patrick hesitates for a moment but takes her hands. Slowly, with Lilith’s help, he struggles back to his feet. The two stunning beauties exchange a quick glance, they can’t believe that he is really exposing himself like that.
Deianira stands right behind him. While he slowly gets up, at the most vulnerable moment when his legs are apart the farthest, she again kicks him in his aching balls with full force, brutally crushing them against his pelvic bone once more. With a shrill, high-pitched howl, the suffering priest crashes back down into the fetal position, as his two hot abusers laugh.
“Do your fragile little eggs hurt?” Deianira asks mockingly, “maybe the blessed Virgin Mary can help you?” She waits for a moment, then continues, “No? No help? Well, maybe she is busy or something. I’m sure there is some reason for your faith, despite the fact that you worship entities that are of no help to you and clearly do not care.”
They say it to mock him, Patrick understands that, but they do raise a serious question. Why is this happening to him? One of the most faithful servants of good, a dedicated, loyal priest, he literally fights for God’s glory when he exorcizes demons. But god, and all his saints and angels, are no help to him, as these two strange young women so cruelly abuse him.
Lilith crouches down in front of the curled up, groaning man, Deianira behind him. “It felt good, desecrating the altar, didn’t it?” Lilith asks in her most seductive voice, “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” The answer is yes, but Patrick doesn’t say it. They have hurt and humiliated him so badly, he isn’t going to grant them another small victory.
Deianira quickly reaches between his legs and grabs his aching, bright red balls in her hand, getting a firm grip on them. He is in far too much pain to react quickly to this. “Maybe god is going to stop me this time,” Deianira laughs and brutally squeezes the suffering organs. Patrick howls in a shrill, high-pitched tone, and the women burst into sadistic laughter.
Patrick is powerless to do anything as the pain rapidly increases. Lilith holds his arms down, as Deianira crushes his balls. Now she also twists his sack and increases the pressure, causing the helpless priest crippling agony. “Jesus? The holy spirit? Virgin Mary? Archangel Michael? Anybody home?” Deianira laughs as she continues to brutalize Patrick’s defenseless testicles, “One of your most loyal servants really could use your help. Shouldn’t Michael strike us down with his sword or something?” she laughs.
“Perhaps this is all part of god’s plan,” Lilith mockingly giggles, “possibly he enjoys jerking off to FemDom porn? I mean, he’s always watching, right? At least that’s what you believe, don’t you? So maybe he is just enjoying the show,” the stunning beauty laughs.
With great sadistic joy, Deianira squeezes and twists Patrick’s defenseless testicles hard, and now also forcefully pulls on them. All the naked priest can do is scream in an extremely high-pitched voice, as the crippling pain quickly gets even worse. “If god had created me with these pathetic eggs, I wouldn’t worship him,” Lilith giggles.
Without a hint of mercy, Deianira squeezes, twists, and pulls even harder, causing Patrick true agony. He screams in a shockingly high pitch as his entire body breaks into sweat and starts to tremble. “Poor creature,” Lilith mockingly shakes her head, “such weakness, such humiliation.”
“Let’s make a deal,” Deianira firmly tells her howling victim, “I’ll release your eggs if you do one little thing for me,” she giggles, “All I need you to do is to admit that Satan is better than your god.” What? Despite all the pain, Patrick is shocked by this. They are satanists, is that it? But it is so difficult for him to think, his balls hurt so, so much, and the crippling pain rapidly increases. “Never,” he weakly scoffs. “Okay,” Deianira laughs and continues to brutalize his balls.
Patrick howls at the top of his lungs, his voice doesn’t even sound really human anymore. He is in terrible agony, his body is sweating and trembling, everything hurts, and somehow the suffering keeps getting even worse. He has to do it, he feels, he simply can’t take anymore, she is going to kill him. “Satan… Satan… is better… better than God!” he tells them in a weak, broken voice. The women happily giggle, and Deianira indeed releases his balls. The suffering priest curls up as tightly as possible, crying in agony.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Lilith asks him, “And nothing bad happened. No lightning struck you down,” she giggles. “We must hurt you, because you harm our kind. But it doesn’t have to be this way. Lucifer is merciful, they love when god’s faithful servants see reason and join us.” Despite the terrible pain, Patrick tries to crawl away from the women. They are insane, clearly, he thinks, dangerous and crazy. He wants nothing to do with them.
The two sexy sadists watch him crawl for a little, giggling about his pathetic attempt. “There are so many saints, you’d think one of them would have time to help you,” Deianira mocks him, “You know, one of the useless ones nobody prays to. I don’t see what’s stopping Polycarp of Smyrna, the saint of dysentery, from helping you. Maybe he has dysentery all the time? Is that how saints work? Imagine being the saint of orgasms,” she giggles.
Patrick falls to the floor, he can’t even crawl. He has made almost no progress, the pain is simply too great, he can’t get away. “I never understood why god would want male priests?” Lilith muses, “Humans are so fragile, if you need to have them serve you, surely you would want to recruit from the stronger female half? Male bodies and minds are just so vulnerable. Just look how swollen your eggs are already, so weak,” the two sadists laugh at their victim’s suffering.
“Please, leave me be,” Patrick weakly begs. “No,” Deianira calmly replies, and firmly grabs his hands, holding him down. Lilith forces her way in between his legs, and tells him, “I’m a very oral being, you know,” she giggles. Then she bends down and pushes Patrick’s swollen testicles into her mouth. When Patrick feels her teeth, it triggers intense castration anxiety, almost like a panic attack.
“I don’t think he likes you eating his eggs,” Deianira laughs. Smiling, Lilith traps the defenseless organs between her teeth, mercilessly chewing on them. Agony explodes into every part of Patrick’s trembling body, as he screams at the top of his lungs. Lilith joyfully bites his fragile testicles, enjoying the pain she inflicts upon him.
The stunning beauty continues to brutally abuse his sensitive manhood with her teeth, bitting them again and again. Deianira giggles, telling Patrick, “It must be so tempting for her to really bite down, you know, to just rupture your eggs into mush with one move,” she laughs, “I wonder how long she can hold herself back? She’s going to eat your eggs eventually, you know.”
The overwhelming pain has reached every part of Patrick’s trembling body, his desperate howls sound like a wild animal that’s being slaughtered. Deianira grabs him by the throat to get his attention, “There is only one way to stop Lilith from turning your eggs into mush. Kiss my ring and praise the true king of this world.” She holds her ring in front of his face. Distracted by their bodies, he hasn’t noticed it before. But despite all the pain, he instantly recognizes it from ancient drawings. It’s a powerful relic of Satan, legend say’s these rings were carved out of the bones of murdered Saints and imbued with all the Devil’s evil. Until now, he thought they were lost or a myth. These are really powerful satanists, he thinks, feeling even worse about his situation.
Lilith keeps cruelly and mercilessly chewing his bruised and swollen testicles, causing Patrick catastrophic agony. His wild, shrill howls now get interrupted by intense coughing fits, as agony begins to overwhelm all his other senses. He can’t resist, he has to give in. Another terrible coughing fit. Now Patrick not only feels in the worst possible agony, but also truly defeated. She is going to castrate him. He has to surrender. So he leans forward and kisses the ring of pure evil, telling, “Praise be Satan!” Deianira laughs and Lilith spits out his suffering manhood. Deep dark bruises have formed all over his now seriously swollen sack, his balls are in terrible shape.
Patrick just lies on the floor, in agony, crying uncontrollably. “Was that so difficult?” Deianira asks, gently stroking his head, “All you needed to do is to see the truth.” They are completely insane, Patrick thinks to himself. But he feels less convinced than before. If they are so insane, and he is sane, if they are so evil, and he is righteous, then why is he in this situation? Would an all-good god really allow this? Does he not deserve protection? After everything he has done for the faith?
The women turn the crying priest on his stomach. They stretch his legs and spread them apart. “You cannot move now,” Lilith tells him, and it is true, suddenly Patrick has lost all control over his body. Panic rises in him as he lies there, trembling, unable to lift a finger. What have they done to him?
“We are going to punish you now,” Lilith tells him, “for all your vile deeds against our kind.” “You deserve worse, but this is the most suffering your primitive human body can do,” Deianira adds. They both slip out of their high heels. Deianira bends down and stretches Patrick’s seriously swollen ballsack away from his body. “At least your last ejaculation was meaningful,” Lilith tells him, “not wasted. Desecrating an altar is a good thing to do!” Still crying from the terrible pain, Patrick desperately begs the women for mercy.
“Did you show any of our poor siblings mercy when you so cruelly and brutally exorcized them?” Deianira asks him harshly, “I don’t think so! So don’t you dare ask for mercy from us now, priest!” She violently stomps down on his balls with her bare foot, crushing them against the stone floor, triggering a shockwave of overwhelming agony that makes Patrick cough and howl.
Granting him no pause, Lilith gently places her bare foot on his swollen testicles. She carefully cuts their movement off with the edge of her foot, trapping them under her sole. Then she puts weight on them, brutally flattening the suffering organs. Patrick howls at the top of his lungs, he alternates wildly between hysterical screaming, severe coughing, and violent sobbing.
“Surely god wouldn’t let us castrate his best exorcist if he cared even a little?” Deianira laughs and places her foot over Lilith’s, significantly increasing the pressure on the trapped testicles underneath. Patrick’s fragile manhood gets cruelly crushed between Lilith’s soft sole and the hard, cold church floor. His sadistic abusers horribly deform the sensitive organs, causing him the worst pain the male body can experience.
“The punishment for all your exorcisms is castration,” Lilith firmly tells him. “We used to just kill exorcists,” Deianira calmly explains, “but then we realized that it is a lot worse for human males to get castrated than killed.” They put more pressure on his shockingly flattened testicles, causing him hell on earth. The catastrophic pain has overwhelmed him completely, everything is terrible agony.
Lilith giggles, “Their eggs feel so funny when they get really flat, like, you know, moments before they pop.” Patrick’s body wildly bends and contorts, it is still able to move, he just has no control. How do they have such power over him? The pain is too great for his system to take, it overwhelms all his senses. He doesn’t see, hear, or smell anything, his entire existence is now the worst possible pain his mind can process.
“Oh, oh, they won’t last much longer,” Lilith laughs sadistically. “Good,” Deianira grins and presses her foot down hard. The badly bruised and swollen testicles deformed into shocking flatness, it’s obvious that this is too much. They were never meant to take this amount of pressure, and they can’t. Under the stunning women’s sexy bare feet, the thin membrane that contains the testicles gets overpowered. Both testicles tear open in multiple places, they rupture, burst open. Patrick makes a wild, completely inhuman sound, and suffers a severe seizure. Laughing, Lilith and Deianira press their feet down, and turn the destroyed organs into mush, until there is nothing left anybody could save.
Patrick doesn’t know how much time has passed when he regains consciousness. He is still naked on the cold stone floor, in horrible agony. The memories of his brutal castration rush back, and he bursts into tears. He is no longer male, his testicles are gone. Despite living in celibacy, right now this feels worse than death.
Lilith crouches down next to him, Patrick doesn’t react, the situation completely overwhelms him. In a soft, unbelievably seductive voice, the perfect beauty tells him, “Your god has forsaken you, Father. But there is, of course, somebody who could help. Who could restore you, in exchange for your loyalty.”
Could she be telling the truth? Patrick desperately wants a chance to be healed, to be a real man again. They are so powerful, maybe even this is possible? And what have his faith and service brought him? Nothing but misery. And when he needed help and protection, there was only silence. So why should he stay faithful, loyal? These satanists have proved superior to him, why not accept their teachings? If Satan is powerful and willing to help him, why should he not serve them?
Still, he struggles to believe that it is actually possible, but if there’s any chance to undo his castration, he must take it. So, he tells them that he is willing to serve. They make him swear fealty and obedience to the Devil, concluding with a simple “Hail Satan!” Then Lilith touches his now empty sack. For a moment, Patrick feels hurt, like she is just doing this to mock him. But in the next second, he suddenly feels the stimulating pleasure of a good ball massage. Lilith is gently playing with his fully restored and completely unharmed testicles.
Patrick looks at her, how could she possibly, how could any human possibly… “Lilith…” he realizes. “Like the demon,” she laughs. The stunning demons get up, they know that he has now fully submitted to them and to the Dark Power. They help the fallen priest on his feet, he still feels overwhelmed, his life has changed forever.
Deianira tells him, “Why don’t you help us consecrate this church for Lucifer?” This is happening so fast, but Patrick has accepted this as his new path in life. How could he not after suffering their might and witnessing their power?
“Yes, of course. Can I get dressed first?” he still feels humiliated by his nudity. “What? No,” Lilith laughs, and both slip out of their dresses, revealing their perfect naked bodies. Patrick just stares at them, speechless, instantly rock-hard. They are literally flawless. “Don’t forget to breathe,” Deianira giggles. “We consecrate churches with sex,” Lilith explains, “lots of sex,” she laughs. The demons seize him for one hell of a threesome. And Patrick doesn’t even feel bad anymore about his decision, in fact, switching sides suddenly feels very good.