BSS-625 The Orgiastic Cult
by Mark Townsend


Chapter 1

A beautiful, red-haired young woman lay naked on the carpeted floor of a
strange room located in the poorer business district of downtown Los
Angeles. The room itself was square; the walls and ceiling were draped with
dark blue velvet; one wall was completely covered with a mirror of smoky
glass. A light mist of incense made the room hazy, almost surrealistic. The
only light came from seven candles which stood on a low, altar-like
platform also covered with velvet, that was placed near the wall directly
opposite the mirror. The dancing flames made flickering shadows play on the
skin of the girl, emphasizing each ripe curve of her voluptuous body.
She lay in what appeared to be a trance-like state; her eyes were closed
and the only movement came from the rhythmic heaving of her creamy young
breasts that rose and fell regularly while the candle flames made pink and
rosy patterns on her skin. Periodically she would twist her slender body as
if in the throes of an erotic dream; her long tapering legs would thrash
and writhe, exposing the glistening "vee" of her pubic hair that seemed to
twitch with a pulsing life of its own.
A figure appeared from behind the drapes, a young man who was also
completely naked.
"Hail Vallus!" he cried as he entered the room.
He was a slim, young man about twenty-one. He was six feet tall, with a
wiry, muscular build. His skin was dark, giving him a gypsyish appearance.
His black curling hair framed an exceptionally handsome, sensual face. Yet,
despite his good looks, there was something evil about him, an aura of
degeneracy. His thick, full lips seemed to be twisted in a cruel sneer, and
his dark, heavily lashed eyes seemed to hold images of evil and perversity
in them. He wore a silver earring in his left ear, and suspended from the
earring was a talisman that took the shape of a long, dagger-like object,
topped by two round rings, like half of a four leaf clover. It swung from
his ear as he moved, and enhanced the strange air that surrounded his
appearance.
He moved towards the flame-haired girl on the floor and stood before her.
As he did, gazing down at the gleaming, luscious body, his penis, unusually
long and thick, began to throb and rise. His large, pendulous balls,
swaying below his pulsing organ, began to swell with life. He raised his
arms upwards, in a sort of ritual gesture.
"HAIL VALLUS!" he cried. "GOD OF THE NIGHT! PROTECTOR OF THE CREATURES OF
DARKNESS! I AM YOUR SLAVE! HEAR ME! YOUR SLAVE RAOUL SURRENDERS HIMSELF TO
YOUR COMMANDS!"
He gazed down at the girl's face, set off by the vivid redness of her hair.
Her wet, gleaming lips were half open, an invitation to be kissed, or for a
tonguing. Her nose curved slightly downwards, giving her an exotic, almost
Arabian look. Her eyes, heavily made up, were like those of a cat; even
closed, they seemed to radiate desire. The young man, Raoul, dropped to his
knees and his face moved downward towards the exposed area of her pussy. As
he moved closer he could smell the pungent, musky female odor that rose
from her glistening, furry patch. He flicked out his long, pointed tongue
and explored the warm, curling hair that surrounded her fleshy slit. The
soft tendrils felt good on his oral member, and he moved in closer, while
his hands roved lewdly up and down her long, curvaceous body.
His face moved downwards, and his tongue glided along the fleshy lane,
running wetly along each ridge and fold of her cuntal lips.
Still in a deep trance, the girl did not open her eyes during all of this.
But her body began to respond as the gypsy's hands moved over every soft,
silky curve of her body. She began to undulate slowly, spreading her legs
wide to give Raoul easier entry. Her tongue moved out around her lips,
wetting them, exploring them in response to the tonguing she was being
given down there between her quivering legs.
"Mnnnnnnnmmmmmmmm ..." she moaned, in her semi-conscious state.
"Vallussss ... Vallus ..."
Hearing her moan, Raoul increased his tonguing, and stiffening his oral
spear, suddenly plunged it deep into the warm, cuntal cave.
"UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!" the red-haired girl cried out, "VALLUSSSSSSSSS!
VAAAAAAALLLLLLUSSSSS!"
Suddenly, another figure appeared from within the folds of the velvet
cloth; it was an older woman.
"MY SON!" she commanded sternly. "IT IS NOT TIME YET! VALLUS WILL BE
DISPLEASED!"
Raoul moved quickly away from the girl on the floor and turned to the new
arrival.
"Yes, mother," he said, almost meekly, "forgive me. I was overcome with the
fullness of Vallus! I felt compelled to surrender to his will immediately."
The woman's eyes narrowed.
"You must never do such a thing until I have consented to it! I AM THE HIGH
PRIESTESS OF VALLUS, YOU ARE MERELY A SLAVE PRINCE!" she shouted at him.
"REMEMBER THAT!"
"Yes, mother," he replied.
"Bring the sacred symbol, bring the sign of Vallus," she commanded.
"Yes, I obey you. Hail Vallus."
"Hail Vallus."
The young man slipped quickly into the opening in the drapes. The woman
turned her attention to the young girl on the floor and moved towards her.
Gazing down at the ripe, young beauty she thought of her own appearance.
She was a woman in her early forties, but still quite desirable; she had
seen to that. Her jet black hair hung down almost to the small of her back;
her face was severe and, like her son, she appeared to be of gypsy origin.
Her eyes seemed as black as her hair and two half-moon eyebrows were placed
above them giving her the look of a sorceress. Her lips were thin and
somewhat tightly drawn.
Her full body, still smooth and ripe, was perfectly revealed by the gauzy
ceremonial robe she wore, barely concealing her firm, jutting breasts
through the thinness of the cloth. The robe was floor length and of the
sheerest black material, set off with little silver stars. It clung to her
as if it were damp, revealing every ravishing feature of her mature, sleek
body. And yet, gazing down at the younger girl, she seemed almost jealous.
Raoul appeared bearing a large symbol made out of heavy metal; it was an
exact reproduction of the little talisman that hung from his earring.
"Place it on the altar," the woman commanded.
"Yes, mother," he replied, doing as he was told.
"Now is the time," she said, "I can feel Vallus call to me. He wants us to
surrender to him, and have others surrender to him also."
She glanced down at the girl.
"Tonight Lorraine shall be the object of surrender. But ... but ..." she
turned to her son, "there must be others. Lorraine has been with us for two
months now, and Vallus tires of her. He wishes us to bring others into the
sacred circle."
"Hail Vallus!" her son cried.
"HAIL VALLUS!"
The older woman slowly and ceremoniously undid the clasps of her clinging
gown and let it fall to the floor, revealing the glistening body beneath
that she had taken such pains to keep fresh and young. Her son gasped as he
saw his mother's tawny skin caressed by the candle light. Involuntarily, he
felt his cock spring to life once again and his body became flushed with
the first tingling excitement of what was about to take place. Without a
word, his mother moved away from the young girl lying obscenely on the
carpet, and Raoul took his place, positioning himself so that he could slip
his hardened cock into the tempting wet pussy that pulsed nakedly before
him on the floor. The older woman moved to the head of the young girl,
facing her son. She watched, as he moved his cock towards the girl's
trembling vaginal slit.
"Hail Vallus!" she cried.
"HAIL VALLUS!" her son answered, and suddenly shoved his throbbing penis
deep into the girl's cuntal canal.
"AIEEEEE!" the girl cried out, still semi-conscious, "AAAAAAAANNNNGGGGH!"
Slowly the older woman lowered herself over the mouth of the young girl on
the floor, squatting so that her glistening pussy flesh was directly over
the girl's mouth. Staring at his mother, his eyes glazing over with some
kind of perverse inner vision, Raoul began to rock back and forth, running
his hard and aching cock along the wet, hot walls of the redhead's
ever-widening vaginal canal.
Suddenly the girl on the floor awoke, as if her trance was over, and seemed
shocked to find herself in such a position.
"HAIL VALLUS!" the others cried, noticing her return to consciousness.
At the sound of that phrase, the girl relaxed and closed her eyes again, a
satisfied, ecstatic smile wreathing her face. She let her tongue slip out
and begin to run the length of the older woman's pussy, positioned directly
above her mouth. Raoul began to move in and out with greater intensity,
slamming his prick against the tender tissue of her cervix. The older woman
massaged the girl's firm, young breasts, moaning as she felt the slim, hot
tongue lapping and teasing at her eagerly suspended pussy.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" the High Priestess cried out in ecstasy, "ALL PRAISE TO
VALLUS! ALL PRAISE TO VALLUS!"
"ALL PRAISE TO VALLUS," the son repeated with mounting intensity. "HAIL
VALLUS!"
"HAIL VALLUS!"
Later that same evening, a car sped along the Santa Monica Freeway towards
West Los Angeles. Ed Hill was driving home after a long day at the garage.
It had been hectic all afternoon, with two transmission jobs that had to be
finished before he left; it had been after seven when he finally closed up
and headed home. He hadn't even had time to change from his work clothes
and he felt grubby still wearing his greasy oil-stained dungarees and denim
shirt. As he drove, he looked forward to getting home and having a good
dinner; his thoughts especially centered on the beautiful wife Marion. They
had been married only six months, but they had been the happiest six months
of Ed's life. Married life suited him perfectly, and his beautiful Marion,
only eighteen and as lush and desirable as he could want, was the perfect
wife. As he thought of her he could feel his thick cock stiffen inside his
dirty jeans.
Man, oh man, he thought, I can't wait to get home and run my prick into
that sweet little pussy of hers. I'm one hell of a lucky guy to have a girl
like her to come home to.
As he drove he thought of her curly golden-blonde hair that danced around
her face like a bright cloud; she had deep blue eyes that seemed to
sparkle; her ripe, pink body was alive with youth and sexuality. How he
loved to feel her soft, warm skin in his hands; her large, jutting breasts
were the envy of all the women on his block, and he especially liked to
bite and suck on the hardened, brownish tips. Her buttocks--and he could
feel them as he thought--were smooth and resilient, and they felt so satiny
beneath his hands when he grabbed them like two pillows. The thought of her
so overwhelmed him that he had reached down unconsciously and begun to
stroke himself. His excitement spiraled under his vigorous massage, and his
rigidly erect penis strained pleadingly against the tight denim of his work
pants.
Christ, he thought, if I'm not careful I'll cum right here in the car in
the middle of traffic. I'd better cool off until I get home. Oh, man do I
want to fuck that sweet woman tonight.
In a few minutes he had pulled into the driveway of their one-story
bungalow, and moved quickly into the house. Usually Marion was in the
kitchen, fixing dinner, but when Ed entered the kitchen was empty and there
was no food on the table. For a moment he was panicked.
Has something happened to Marion? Oh, Jesus!
He ran into the living room and although it was neat as a pin, it was
empty.
"Marion!" he called, "Marion?"
There was no answer. He rushed into the bedroom. Marion was lying on the
bed in a silky nightgown, talking on the phone.
"Yes, mother," she was saying, "I got it today! It's fabulous! I'm going to
go down first thing in the morning and find out about it. Thanks so much
for sending it to me!"
She turned and saw her young husband glowering at the doorway.
"Oh, mother," she said, "Eddie's home. I've got to hang up. I'll call next
week."
She hung up the phone and ran to her husband.
"Hello, darling," she cried, flinging her arms about him and kissing him.
"I just had to call mother in Philadelphia to thank her."
"Thank her for what?'
"Look," she said, running back to the bed and picking up some leaflets.
"Mother wrote a letter telling me all about this new group that's just
started right here in L.A. It's called the Sign of Vallus. Somebody told
her about it. She said I simply had to investigate it. Look, doesn't it
look fabulous?"
"I'm not interested in any of that junk," Ed retorted angrily. "What about
my dinner? I'm hungry!"
"Junk?" Marion said, looking hurt. "How can you say it's junk? Why mother
..."
"Listen," Ed said, slipping off his dirty work clothes, "I don't want to
hear about anything your crazy mother is into. Ever since your father died
last year she's been into one phony cult after another. I think that 
stuff's dangerous! And I don't like you being influenced by her like that.
We can't afford all these damn long distance calls, either."
"But, Ed," she said, "you're being unfair. There's a lot of truth to what
these groups teach. Don't you want to become a fuller person?"
"The only way I want to become a fuller person is to have my dinner on the
table when I come home from work!"
He was fully naked now, and Marion looked lovingly at his body. He had a
highly muscular build, from years of working as a mechanic and laborer; his
legs and hips were hard and the muscles looked like twists of steel cable.
His chest was huge and his forearms bulged from the rock-hard muscles. His
face was ruggedly handsome, with light brown eyes, a straight aquiline
nose, and full sensual lips. Most of all she loved his thick hair, that was
always tousled lice a child's. An anchor was tattooed on his left arm, from
his days in the navy. She felt a spasm of desire go through her as she
watched him get ready for his shower.
"Ed," she said, "I'm sorry. Really I am. But this is important to me."
"Oh, baby," Ed replied, moving over to her completely nude, "I don't want
to put you down, but you could get in real trouble with that stuff. These
guys are just out to make a quick buck."
Remembering his thoughts in the car on the way home, Ed suddenly took his
young wife in his arms and began to cover her with kisses. His cock became
instantly hard and thick and pressed against the silky material of her
nightgown. He held her tightly, crushing her to him; he was overcome with
desire. After a long hard day at work he now wanted to fuck the living
daylights out of her, to screw her like mad, maybe even all night long. His
lips pressed hotly against hers and his tongue forced its way between her
teeth into the interior of her mouth, probing wantonly into the dark
vaulted oral cavity. He became doubly excited as his hands roved up and
down her body, clad flimsily in the sheer nightgown, and his hand moved
quickly under the thin material and explored the area between her legs,
hidden by the bikini panties she wore.
"Ed ..." Marion murmured, "I should be getting your dinner ..."
"The hell with that," he said, and slipped his middle finger deftly inside
the tight elastic crotchband of her panties and worked its way down until
he found the soft fleshy slit hidden in the warm, furry pubic hair. The tip
of his finger probed at her clitoris which hardened and stood up defiantly
under his touch.
Despite her husband's ardor, Marion felt herself curiously resisting his
hot advances. Although she had always enjoyed making love to him, indeed he
had been the first and only man she had ever slept with, she had lately
begun to have misgivings about the wanton way he liked to fuck her. In all
the books her mother had been sending her; there had been stern warnings
about the perils of the flesh about being bound to the material world. She
began to feel guilty, as his insistent middle finger slid hotly into her
pussy; despite the fact that she had always enjoyed making love with Ed,
she now felt she should be putting a rein on those obscene desires.
"Ed ... no ... no ..." she murmured as his hungrily searching middle finger
slid in and out of her taut vaginal passage like a little imitation penis.
"Oh, baby, I want to fuck you so bad," Ed whispered in her ear. "I've been
waiting all day to get my cock into your juicy little cunt ..."
Suddenly Marion pulled away from him.
"Ed, we've got to stop. This is wrong."
Ed was astounded.
"Wrong? What the hell are you talking about?"
"This is just gross bodily passion ... it's the things of the spirit that
are important ..."
"What?"
He was infuriated!
"Oh, Ed, I know it seems strange, but we have to go beyond what we are into
new realms. All the books say so, and these pamphlets ..."
She picked up the pamphlets on the bed and tried to show them to him, but
he pushed them away violently.
"That's all a bunch of crap!"
"Don't say that," she screamed. "DON'T SAY THAT!"
"I'VE BEEN LETTING YOU READ THAT MUMBO JUMBO LONG ENOUGH WITHOUT SAYING
ANYTHING! BUT NO MORE!" he screamed back. "WHAT'S THE MATTER? DON'T YOU
WANT ME TO FUCK YOU ANYMORE?"
Her husband's crude words made her recoil in disgust.
"Don't you talk to me that way," she screamed.
"I'LL TALK TO YOU ANY WAY I WANT!" he shouted back. "AND I DON'T WANT YOU
READING ANY MORE OF THESE GODDAM BOOKS. THEY'RE RUINING OUR MARRIAGE!"
Marion turned petulantly away as if to stamp out of the room but Ed's anger
had reached the boiling point. He felt he was being made a fool of by his
young wife and after his long arduous day at work he was in no mood to fool
around. He grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Let me go," she cried, struggling to free herself from his iron grip. "LET
GO!"
Suddenly Ed's fury overwhelmed him; the desire he had pent up all day
suddenly exploded and the mixed feelings of anger and lust suddenly turned
him into a raging, seething animal.
"GODDAM YOU! I WANT YOU AND I WANT YOU NOW, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
He hurled his wife down on the bed harshly.
"ED!" she screamed, completely shocked by her husband's rough behavior.
"STOP!"
But there was no stopping him. He could sense that her involvement with
weird cults had been pulling her slowly away from him, taking the
excitement out of what had been a potent and thrilling sex life. He
resented her, and resented her mother for meddling in their marriage. His
penis shot up angrily erect, hard as steel and aching for cruel and violent
release.
"I'LL SHOW YOU!" he shouted, completely off balance now by the relentless
power of his anger and lust. With one stroke he ripped the flimsy nightgown
from Marion's body.
"NOOOOO!" she shouted, terrified at the intensity of her husband's
explosion.
"Please ... please ..."
She struggled to get away from him, and tried to crawl across the bed,
clutching at the blankets, but he reached out and yanked her back with his
strong hands.
"No you don't baby. You're not going anywhere until I've finished with you.
UNDERSTAND?"
He reached down and ripped her panties off her legs, and the tight elastic
stung her skin as he pulled them roughly over her thighs and down her legs.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME!" she shouted.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed back, lost completely in the overwhelming passion
that consumed him. He brutally spread her legs wide and jammed his middle
finger harshly up into her tightly constricted vaginal canal.
"AAAAAIEEEEE!" Marion screamed. The cruelty of his gesture had sent a
searing flash of pain coursing through her loins, and she tightened her
muscles in defiance. "Nooooo! EDDDD!"
In answer, Ed jammed his finger even more cruelly up into his wife's
defenseless flesh with a knife-like gesture, and the blunt tip of his
finger pressed roughly into the soft cervix.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH! Ed you're hurting me!" she screamed.
"That's nothing, baby, that's nothing," he sneered. He jammed his finger in
as far as he could, twisting it and turning it cruelly. Marion felt as if
her pussy were on fire; hot searing pain ripped through her body and she
twisted and squirmed, helplessly impaled on her husband's torturing middle
finger.
"PLEEEAAASSSSSSEEEEE!" she cried, tears coming to her eyes.
Ed then began fucking his finger roughly in and out of Marion's nakedly
trapped pussy, ripping and tearing at the tender flesh of her desperately
straining cuntal passage. Marion tossed her blonde head from side to side,
wailing, her eyes glazed with pain, scarcely believing what her own husband
was doing to her. Ed had never done such a thing before and she hated him
now for his cruelty. Her helplessly trapped body was shuddering with sharp
twinges and she began to thrash her legs, trying to kick her husband to
keep him away, to stop the terrible, burning torture!
"NOOOOOO! NOOOOO!!" she shouted kicking and screaming, her arms pinned
helplessly to the bed by one of her husband's powerful hands. Her violent
resistance only drove Ed further into his momentary madness. His eyes were
burning savagely and flecks of saliva appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His body was shaking with outrage and lust. Suddenly, he pulled his middle
finger out of his wife's brutally violated vagina and stood up. At first 
Marion thought he had finished with her and began to relax, but Ed grabbed
her and pulled her from the bed to a standing position.
"Spread your legs, bitch," he shouted angrily, as he turned her around and
forced her to bend down over the bed.
Scarcely believing what was happening to her, Marion found herself standing
before her husband, her legs spread apart. He stood like a raging madman,
manipulating his enormous tool with his hand, exciting it to full erection.
Then he grabbed her roughly by the buttocks, and with one hard, ramming
motion shoved his huge cock right up into her nakedly ravaged pussy, with a
motion so violent that she was nearly raised off the floor as if a cannon
had been suddenly rammed into her as she stood with her legs apart.
"UNNNGGGGGH!" she groaned, "ED, NOOOOOOOOO!"
Then Marion felt something very strange. With his shaft already filling her
like a huge iron rod, she now felt him pulling her buttocks apart with the
palms of his hands. His cock-moistened fingers began to explore her anal
passage!
What is he doing? she thought in blind panic. This is horrible!! Horrible!
What's come over him?
He began to explore her anal crack with the same roughness that he had when
finger fucking her pussy. He jammed his mouth against her and kissed her so
harshly that she thought she would faint from the smothering intensity of
it. She grew dizzy and almost blacked out!
Oh God, she thought, Oh God what's happening to me?
Ed probed the entrance to her anal canal with the tip of his middle finger
sending sharp little stings through her nether flesh. At the same time, he
began to swing his pelvis back and forth so that his hugely swollen cock
began to move like a piston up and down inside her tightened, bruised
cuntal passage. The pain from her still smarting pussy and from his new
explorations of her rectal area sent cold shivers through Marion's body.
She bitterly resented what her husband was doing to her. She could see no
justification for his actions and his behavior only reinforced what she had
felt after reading all those books. He was being brutish and only wanted to
satisfy his gross bodily senses. With each searing, stinging cringe of pain
she grew more and more resistant to him, resenting him and rejecting him
completely.
Sensing her response, her handsome husband simply increased his cruel
attack. His cock rammed up into her now like a burning sword, widening the 
hot channel against its will, ripping along the interior of her pussy and
slamming like a sledge hammer into the sensitive tip of her cervix.
Brutally he shoved his middle finger all the way into her tight rectal
sheath, and Marion's body was convulsed with torturous pain.
"AAAEEEIEEEEEE!" she screamed. "OH GOD I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
Ed's excitement mounted as his finger probed barbarously in his young
wife's anus, while his lust-hardened penis slid up and down the inner folds
of her pussy, separated from his plunging middle finger by only a thin
membrane. He kissed her neck so hard that he raised an angry red welt and
sent more pain rippling through Marion's nakedly besieged body.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" he grunted as he increased the brutal temp of his cock
and finger fucking. He was getting exactly the release he had wanted after
his long day's work, and even though he vaguely regretted being so harsh
with his wife, he was completely immune to all tender or forgiving
feelings. Instead he twisted his body and drove even harder up into her,
forcing his brutally probing middle finger deeply into her tight, burning
back passage.
Marion was consumed by pain now. Her husband had never been so cruel to
her. In the past, she had always been excited by the rough, sometimes crude
way he made love to her. But he had always taken care to prepare her for
whatever he wanted to do so that she was more than ready and anxious to do
whatever he desired. Indeed, he had taken her to heights of passion and
ecstasy she had never known possible. But now, she felt disgusted and
repelled by his cruel raping behavior. Pain surged through her trembling
body from all directions. His finger was ramming up into her rectum like a
sharp-edged knife and it seemed like a raging fire was burning her rectal
sheath and shooting flashes of hot pain up her back. Her nakedly abused
vagina convulsed around his desire-swollen penis. But she could only twist
and scream in response to the horrible pain. The torture increased as he
sucked and bit hard on her nipples and the soft spongy flesh of her
breasts.
"OOOOHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOO!" she sobbed, tears splashing down her cheeks.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
Ed grunted and sawed his lust-hardened shaft in and out of her like a
hulking, sweating demon. His entire body was aflame with passion and his
muscles bulged and rippled as he stood fucking her in their bedroom.
Squatting slightly to give himself better control, he swung his hips with
machine-like precision, all finer sensibilities driven totally out of him
by the monumental anger that consumed him.
I'LL SHOW THIS BITCH WHO'S BOSS! I'M GOING TO PUT A STOP TO THIS GODDAM
VOODOO CRAP ONCE AND FOR ALL!
Marion felt almost as if she was being submerged in boiling water, so
horrible was the torture for her now. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she groaned as his
huge, throbbing cock tore into her.
Then, strangely, out of the pain, another feeling seemed to come over her.
Despite the horror, she felt an erotic excitement begin to overtake her. So
incredible was this new feeling that it soon began to transcend the burning
punishment her husband was inflicting on her and began to take on an
exciting life of its own. It was almost as if, at the other end of this
painful experience, was a thrilling rapture that she had known when they
had made love together in the earlier days of their marriage. Yes! Yes!
There was no doubt about it! She began to feel wildly excited, and her body
began to shake involuntarily with new passion and tingling excitement.
Rather than resisting her husband's cruel blows, she surrendered to them
and found herself being washed away in a wildly thrilling rush of warmth.
Her muscles relaxed and she began to shimmer with erotic delight.
"Mmmmm ..." she mewled excitedly, "mmmmmmm ..."
Perhaps, she thought, he's right! Maybe I am being foolish! This feels so
good. Sooooooo Gooooooooood!
She began to return the intensity of her husband's fucking, her hips lewdly
twisting and swinging to allow him to fully explore both of her passages
with his finger and penis.
Ed immediately sensed the change in Marion's behavior and a sense of
triumph flushed through him.
I've gotten to her! I've fucked this nonsense right out her system!
The intensity of his revelation suddenly charged his body with an entirely
new level of excitement. He could feel his balls, shaking and bouncing
beneath his hammering cock, begin to grow and swell with sperm.
"I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMMIINNNGG!" he shouted. "III'MMMM CUUUMMMMIINNGGG!
CUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG!"
The scalding hot fluid wound through his balls with an incredible rush of
aching release and suddenly spurted up the length of his hard fucking cock
and into her warmly welcoming pussy like a gushing oil well. Explosion
after explosion of hot male cum shot up into Marion's clasping, frenzied
cunt.
"UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGH!!! OOOOOHHHHH!" Marion screamed, as he shot his hot load
into her. She could feel her own female fluids pouring forth in sweet
steaming response. She was cumming too! Cumming as never before! Her entire
body trembled and quivered and if her husband hadn't been holding her she
would have slumped backwards on the bed, overwhelmed by the thrilling
sensations that consumed her. Her rectal passage and cuntal sheath were
convulsed with mad, twitching excitement as her husband shot what seemed
like a never-ending stream of his hot cum into her nakedly writhing body.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of turbulent ecstasy, their passion
drained away. Ed slipped his finger and softening prick out of her and
looked at her closely.
At first Marion had a radiant smile on her face, from the incredible
delight she had experienced. But then suddenly, she became awash with
guilt, realizing the cruelty of the vile act her husband had just performed
without preparing her in the slightest. As if she was a prostitute or a
slave! A bitter, cold expression flashed across her face.
Seeing it, Ed turned on his heels and went into the bathroom slamming the
door behind him with a loud bang. Completely torn from the happy feelings
she had felt only moments ago, Marion's resentment now completely took hold
of her once again and she resolved to continue her investigation of the
Sign of Vallus.
Chapter 2
Early the next morning, after Ed had left for work, Marion drove to the
downtown area. Riding along the freeway in her Volkswagen convertible she
felt exhilarated. The wind blew playfully through her blonde curls and the
brightness of the day almost washed away all of the bitter memories of the
night before.
I don't know what's gotten into Ed lately. He's so completely opposed to
the occult. Doesn't he realize how important this is? Our whole lives
together could be changed for the better if only he wouldn't be so
pig-headed about it. I'm sure of it!
The dull throbbing pain in her loins was a periodic reminder of their
quarrel, and the intense pain she had experienced because of her husband's
loss of control only reinforced her desire to investigate this new group.
After all, I want to be a better person. And if that means going against
Ed's wishes, then that's the way it'll have to be. Besides, wasn't his 
cruel reaction last night proof of the instability of our marriage, proof
of the destructiveness of wanton sensuality?
And yet, she had to admit, she had always loved Ed's beautiful body, so
thickly muscled, so strong. She loved the wiry, curly hair that covered his
chest and grew like wild grass down to the warm bush surrounding his
well-endowed genitals. She had always thrilled to the feeling of his long,
thick cock sliding deep into her and sending warm, electric flashes through
her.
She tried to shake these thoughts out of her head, to purify her mind. She
knew her mother had always disapproved of Eddie. She had hoped that her
daughter would marry a lawyer, or a doctor; instead, her son-in-law turned
out to be a mechanic and, in her eyes, a crude working man. She couldn't
see beyond Ed's rough exterior, as Marion had, and hoped her daughter
wouldn't remain serious about the marriage. In fact she had done what she
could to thwart it. But Marion was so deeply in love with Eddie that she
had married him despite her mother's objections. She had even consented to
move to L.A., more than three thousand miles from her home in Philadelphia.
She had made the move willingly, happily; but now she had grave doubts
about the wisdom of her action.
Mother is right. The things of the spirit are more important than the
flesh! She must be right!
She turned off the freeway and drove to the street listed on the pamphlet.
She felt uneasy driving in this district; it was run down and full of
warehouses, disreputable looking bars and luncheonettes. She felt the tips
of her fingers grow cold as she drove slowly, looking for a parking place.
She saw a small building, nestled in between two large, abandoned
buildings; the glass-front door was draped from inside with blue velvet and
there was a symbol glued to the glass, the same symbol that appeared on the
pamphlet - a sort of dagger, with two rings at the top. When Marion saw it,
she knew she must be at the right place. That symbol had fascinated her
from the beginning. It seemed to have an irresistible pull all its own.
She parked the car, carefully locked it, and walked to the building,
glancing furtively about. She reached the door and knocked timidly twice.
There was no answer. She knocked again. The velvet behind the glass was
pulled aside slightly, and Marion thought she could see an eye peering out
at her. In the next moment, the door opened slowly, just a crack.
"Can I help you?"
It was a woman's voice, and from the sound of it Marion thought it was an
older woman.
"Yes ... yes," she said. "I'm looking for the headquarters of a group
called Vallus?"
"You wish to be purified? You wish to be strengthened?"
At first Marion was puzzled by the questions, but then she realized that
this was some sort of test, or ritual, and she was determined to make good.
"Yes," she said with assurance. "I do. I am a willing seeker."
Slowly the door opened. Before Marion stood a tall woman in her early
forties, dressed in a robe of pure white with golden crescents scattered
over it. The tightness of the robe revealed the woman's lush, curvaceous
body beneath.
"I am Alida," she said, in a low, husky voice, "High Priestess of Vallus.
Come in, my dear."
She stepped inside and Marion moved in as the door closed behind her. She
found herself in a sort of office area. There was a desk, a few chairs, and
pictures on the wall of ancient gods of some sort. A huge picture, hung on
the center of one of the walls, depicted a huge ancient god that seemed
part-man, part-cat. The lower torso was definitely masculine, especially,
Marion noted, blushing slightly, in regard to his sexual endowments. For
this strange creature had an enormous penis and large balls dangling
beneath. The penis was in a state of erection, and coming out of it, like a
cornucopia, were all manner of animals, men, women, fruits, flowers, birds.
It was a highly unusual picture, and Marion was completely taken by it. The
top half of his torso was that of a cat, completely black, with pointed
ears, whiskers and strange, hypnotic green eyes.
"That is our Lord and Master," Alida said seeing Marion's immediate
fascination with the picture. "And yours, too?"
Marion turned to the woman, somewhat startled.
"Well, I think so. But I really came down to investigate first. I ... I ...
mean ... I'm sure I'll find it interesting but ..."
Suddenly a flash of anger crossed Alida's face.
"We don't want dabblers here! This is not some kind of game for children
you know! IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN FINDING TRUTH AND THE WAY, THEN YOU ARE
WELCOME, BUT IF YOU ARE HERE TO LAUGH AND WASTE OUR TIME, THEN PLEASE GO!!"
"No ... no," Marion protested, cowed by Alida's fury. "Please, I'm very
interested. I want to learn all I can. Please let me stay."
Alida stared at her coldly for a moment, then her face broke into a warm,
motherly smile.
"Of course, my dear. I did not doubt you. But there are so many who are
only fools and thrill-seekers. The true pilgrim is hard to find, but I do
believe that you are one of them. You have a sincere tone to your voice
that makes me believe you ..."
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and threw her hands upwards as if in some
kind of fit or revelation.
"OH!" she cried, startling Marion, "VALLUS SPEAKS TO ME! HE SPEAKS TO ME!"
There was a moment of silence, and Alida seemed to be listening to some
kind of inner voice. Then she opened her eyes beaming at Marion.
"Oh, my dear," she said, ecstatic, "how very lucky you are! How very lucky!
Vallus has chosen to speak to me about you! He says that you are to be
trusted, that you were once a priestess, a high priestess, who worshipped
him in person ... IN PERSON ... centuries ago in Mesopotamia! Oh, my dear
girl what a blessing it is to have you here at last!"
She knelt down and kissed the hem of Marion's dress. At first Marion was
completely taken aback by what she was saying, but there was also a feeling
of excitement she felt hearing all these exotic pronouncements. After all,
perhaps it was true! Perhaps she was a priestess long ago. Hadn't her
mother told her about reincarnation and things like that? And she had been
compelled by that dagger-like symbol - perhaps that was another omen that
she was meeting her destiny across the ages. Glancing again at the strange
picture of Vallus, she felt her heart begin to pound wildly in her chest,
she felt exalted ... like a chosen creature ... like a priestess!
Alida rose from her kneeling position before Marion, tears of happiness
brimming in her eyes.
"This is the Day of Days, the day for which we have been waiting!"
"What do you mean," Marion asked.
"We, the disciples of Vallus, have known for months that we were to be
visited by someone of great importance. But we didn't know when that person
would come, or who it would be. But now! Now! At last the prophecy is
fulfilled!"
She turned and moved to the door that appeared to lead to other rooms
inside the building; she opened it and called inside.
"RAOUL! RAOUL! Come quickly! QUICKLY!"
She turned again to Marion.
"I want my son to meet you. He, too, has been waiting for this day!"
In a moment Raoul appeared and Marion was immediately taken with his dark
good looks. He was nude from the waist up, a pair of tight, clinging velvet
pants revealed a slim, muscular torso in perfect relief. She was
particularly fascinated by his earring, something she had rarely seen a man
wear before, and recognized the familiar symbol swinging in miniature from
it. Despite her resolve to cling to the spirit, she felt an involuntary
spasm of physical attraction pass through her when she saw the slim young
man. He seemed so different from Ed, so sensitive and tender.
"Yes, mother?" he asked, glancing at Marion.
"My son, Vallus has sent us his priestess ... this is she! What is your
name, my dear?" she asked.
"Marion ..." she said softly, "Marion Hill."
Raoul smiled warmly and approached Marion, gazing steadily, almost
hypnotically into her eyes.
"Marion ... an exquisite name," he murmured. "And you are sent to us from
Vallus. I kneel at your feet, oh radiant creature."
As his mother had done, Raoul knelt and kissed the hem of her dress, then
rose, staring adoringly into her eyes.
"Oh, my son, this is the supreme day for which we have all waited!" She
turned to Marion. "Welcome, welcome, my dear. We have much to teach you
about your calling, and you, I'm sure, have much to teach us. Raoul, show
Marion the rest of our Temple to Vallus, while I run some errands." She
turned to Marion with an apologetic look. "I have some wearying daily task
to complete in the material world outside. Tedious things, but they must be
done. I leave you in the hands of my son. He will tell you what you need to
know. I will return shortly."
She quickly slipped on a coat that covered most of her glittering garb and
with a strange smile she slipped out the door.
"Come," Raoul said, extending his hand. "Let me show you our temple."
Trembling slightly, Marion put her hand in his. His hand was small and
tapered and felt strange around hers. He led her through the door into a
dark, narrow hallway.
"This is our storeroom," he said, opening the first door along the hall.
Marion peered inside and saw a room full of tables and chairs; boxes of
pamphlets were scattered everywhere.
"I'm afraid things are in a terrible state of disorder," he said, "but we
have so much to do. In these times, it seems one must work ceaselessly to
combat the pressures that surround one from all sides. Do you agree?"
"Yes ... yes ..." she stammered, gazing into his dark eyes, "it's so
confusing nowadays."
"Ah, confusing! That's the very word. You put it so well." He smiled
warmly.
Marion felt flattered. He took her hand and led her further down the hall.
They came to another door, and when Raoul opened it, Marion went inside.
She found herself in a very dark chamber, and when Raoul shut the door it
was pitch black. She began to panic in the darkness and everywhere she
turned she seemed to be enveloped by heavy, velvet drapes. She turned,
frightened, and suddenly brushed against Raoul's semi-nude torso. In the
suddenness of their embrace her hands had inadvertently felt the wiry, slim
outline of his back and hips. His skin felt cool and silky and Marion felt
her breath come faster at actual contact with this exotic young man.
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry," she said, "I can't see ..."
She pulled away, embarrassed.
"Don't be afraid," he said, soothingly, "everything is going to be all
right."
He pulled apart the drapes, revealing a room within the folds of the heavy
velvet. It was the room of worship with the low platform and heavy
carpeting. Marion moved into the room, at once caught in the heavy
fragrance of sandalwood incense and almost hypnotized by the flickering of
the candles which lit the interior.
"This is where we hold our ceremonials in honor of Vallus," Raoul said.
Marion moved wonderingly about the room. She suddenly saw the huge,
smoky-glass mirror, and was shocked by her reflection in its surface. She
seemed so out of place in this bizarre atmosphere. Dressed in her tight
skirt and blouse, with a light sweater, she felt she looked ordinary and
common. Raoul and Alida were strange and had the look of mystery about
them, even their clothes and carriage seemed to carry a hint of other
worlds, other realms. Marion felt suddenly ugly.
Raoul watched Marion hungrily as she wandered, awestruck, about the room.
God, look at those tits, they look so soft and huge; would I like to get my
lips around those.
Indeed, even in her plain clothes, Marion's supple, well-developed body was
outlined perfectly.
I've had more than enough of Lorraine, and I've been just itching to get my
prick into some new piece of tail ...
"Tell me about Vallus," Marion said, turning to him. "Who is he? How do I
worship him?"
"Vallus is the ancient god from Sumeria. Do you know Sumeria?"
"It flourished about the same time as Babylon, but whereas Babylon was
devoted to sin and cruelty, Sumeria was the seat of true knowledge. And
Vallus, the god of Darkness and Night Creatures, was their primary object
of worship."
"How ... how did they worship ..."
"Sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?" Marion gasped ... "What do you mean?"
"The sacrifice was a symbol of surrender to the god. Anything could be
sacrificed ... an animal, part of a harvest ... even oneself."
"Oneself?" Marion said, shocked. "How?"
"Don't worry," Raoul said, smiling, "in the olden days there actually were
human sacrifices, but Vallus no longer requires it. He does require,
however, that you surrender yourself to him totally, to give of yourself,
to sacrifice your ego and worldly identity for his sake."
Give up the ego? Marion thought to herself, that sounds like something Ed
could use! And something I could use too! I get so sick of myself
sometimes. How wonderful it would be to lose yourself completely, to give
up completely to a strong figure like Vallus. The thought excited her a
great deal, and she felt on the verge of thrilling discoveries.
"I ... I want to know more ..." she stammered. "There's so much I need to
know."
"Trust me," Raoul said, moving slowly, steadily, towards her, "trust in
what I say and you shall know the joys of full surrender, the joy of
sacrifice."
He was standing close to Marion now, his eyes seemed to be penetrating hers
with incredible intensity. She could not avert her gaze ... the power in
his eyes seemed to make her hazy, slightly dizzy. She felt somehow she was
being taken over by another power ... her will was weakening ...
"Hail, Vallus ..." Raoul began to intone, "Hail, Vallus, Hail Vallus ..."
As he repeated this phrase over and over still gazing into her eyes, Marion
could feel a giddy lightness overtake her. She began, unconsciously to
repeat the same phrase over and over ...
"Hail Vallus, Hail Vallus, Hail Vallus ..."
The effect seemed to put her into a lightheaded trance, and she began to
feel exhilarated and almost as if she could float off the ground. Raoul
began to sway before her, undulating like a snake, as he kept repeating the
phrase over and over.
"Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ..."
Caught up in the hypnotic rhythms, Marion began to sway also. They had
broken their gaze, but she still felt caught in the spell Raoul had created
for her. She tried undulating her body as he was doing, repeating the
phrase over and over again. She felt very strange, very excited. She was
lost in the bizarre feelings that coursed through her. All this, combined
with the incense and flickering candles created an atmosphere that was
incredibly unreal, dreamlike, and Marion gave herself to it willingly and
completely.
But suddenly she was brought back to reality for as she turned she saw
Raoul slipping out of the tight velvet pants, exposing himself completely.
Instantly she panicked, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
What's happening, she thought, what's going on? Is this some kind of
horrible joke?
She felt she had made an enormous mistake coming to this strange place.
Here was a young man she had only met moments before completely nude and
undulating in a manner that she could only describe as obscene despite the
talk of purity and spirit. Was it all a fake? Was Ed right?
"No ... No ..." she cried, and tried to run out of the room. But she was
unable to find the opening in the velvet. Everywhere she went the heavy
drapes seemed to bar her way.
"Do not be frightened," Raoul said soothingly. "no harm will come to you.
Surrender to Vallus. Hail Vallus."
Marion turned to him, fear in her eyes. "Why ... why have you ..."
"Why have I divested myself of all clothing?" he asked calmly.
"Y ... yes," she stammered.
"Are you afraid of being naked?" he asked. "There is nothing wrong with the
body. Vallus wants nothing to separate him from his worshipers, not even
the superficial cloth that is forced upon us by society for modesty's sale.
If you are afraid, then go, leave us. Run away into your terror and fear.
If not, stay, and do as I do. Worship Vallus in all of your natural
beauty."
Marion was torn by his words. One part of her screamed for her to run as
fast as she could, to get away from this degenerate place as quickly as
possible. But another part whispered that her fear was her own barrier, her
own unwillingness to open herself to the strange new truths that she was
about to discover.
I mustn't run away she thought, that would only mean that Ed is right. I've
got to carry this through to the end or I'll never be a better person.
"Hail Vallus," Raoul was saying, as he moved about the room, performing
ritual dances with his naked body, running his hands shamelessly over his
own skin and genitals, seeming to abandon himself to his self-pleasure.
"Are you afraid?" he asked suddenly. "Are you afraid of Vallus?"
"N ... no ... no ..." she whispered. "I don't think so."
"This is the moment of truth for you," he said with compelling conviction.
"Either you surrender completely to the will of Vallus or remain forever in
your closed little world of terror and gross materialism! Which is it to
be? You must decide now! NOW! NOW! NOW!" He was chanting hypnotically and
the words came pounding into Marion's head.
She felt herself being torn apart, and raised her hands to her head in
anguish, completely confused. Then suddenly she began to tear at her
clothes, furiously peeling off her sweater and blouse.
"NO! NO!" she cried, "I don't want to be afraid. I will submit! I will
surrender! YEESSSSS!"
Tears streamed down Marion's cheeks as she slipped off her shoes, stockings
and skirt. She stood dressed only in her bra and panties, feeling totally
ashamed and terrified.
"Dance, dance," Raoul exclaimed, his eyes roving lustily over her
voluptuous body.
As Marion began a hesitant, halting imitation of wild, lewd dance, Raoul
could feel his cock spring to life with excitement. He had grown tired of
Lorraine, he knew every inch of her body and was bored with it. He needed
new flesh, new bodies to explore, and this ravishing young blonde was just
the ticket.
Damn, he thought, look at those huge breasts. They're so big they're almost
falling out of that bra of hers. And that body!
He watched her as she danced, watched her buttocks quiver and her skin
shimmy. Her skin was so fair that it seemed to glow against the dark blue
of the velvet. Her smooth, slender legs reminded him of a beautiful, frisky
mare. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of her soft, creamy body;
he wanted to explore every crevice of her furry, hot little pussy that he
knew was nestled snugly in those stupid nylon panties. He moved toward her,
fondling himself absently as he did, keeping himself in a perpetual state
of excitement, something he particularly liked to do. He enjoyed feeling at
all times poised on the brink of orgasm, or on the verge of a huge hard-on.
As he approached her, Marion stopped, terrified. He appeared like a vision
to her, a young satyr-god running his hands obscenely over his genitals,
his eyes glazed and burning, his body sleek with the sweat from the effort
of dancing. She could smell the heady odor of his sharp, foreign cologne,
mixed with the almost narcotic muskiness that flowed from his body. Her
vision was becoming rapidly more blurry and Raoul looked increasingly to
her like a dream figure. Dazed, as if this were all happening to another
person, she could feel him unhooking her bra. Her breasts suddenly leaped
free of their tight enclosure, and the rush of air felt cool and exciting. 
It made her shiver - made her nipples grow hard and pointy. Her mind's eye
watched Raoul bend down and begin to suck and bite on her hard, rubbery
nipples, and as he did, little waves of delight slid through her body. His
hands were rubbing up and down her hips, smooth and wet from her own
nervous perspiration; she felt herself come alive with excitement. It was
as if she had been put into a pleasant, semi-conscious state. Everything
seemed to be happening from afar, like a wonderful movie. Her fear and
doubt seemed to be banished by the euphoric spell that had come over her.
Raoul worked his lips and mouth over every soft, resilient inch of her firm
and shapely breasts, relishing in this new young body that was giving in to
him. His lips and teeth closed around one of the hard buds of her breasts
and he pulled at it obscenely, biting it slightly.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Marion sighed unconsciously, feeling ripples of pleasure
surge through her breasts and a maddening tingle grab at her vagina.
"Oooohhhhhh ..."
So, Raoul thought, this blonde Aphrodite is mine already! She's the easiest
one yet! And young, too, only about eighteen.
He began to work his way down the front of her tingling, trembling body.
His hotly slavering tongue licked over the smooth, quivering, planes of her
stomach, and slid along the lush surface of her mobile young body with
relish and abandon.
His tongue felt the curly golden tendrils of her pubic hair as he worked
his way down towards her pussy. His fingers reached up and locked in the
tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties. Then slowly he peeled the
panties down over her sleek legs, exciting her so that the skin of her legs
twitched in response.
Marion remembered with revulsion the harsh way her husband Eddie had torn
her panties from her body the night before. The excitement this young man
called Raoul was inciting in her flesh by his slow, teasing removal of her
lingerie reinforced her complete surrender to this bizarre demi-god.
"Ooooohhhhh," she sighed, "that feels so good."
"Hail Vallus," Raoul whispered as he slipped the limp nylon bikini over her
tapered, slender feet.
"Yessss ... yes ..." Marion mewled, carried away with the excitement of
this newfound Master she could worship; Vallus, half-man, half-cat ... God
of the Night Creatures ... from Sumeria ... centuries and centuries ago ...
She felt herself being lowered to the thickly carpeted floor of the worship
chamber and it seemed as if she were floating ... was it Raoul who was
lowering her, were there others? She couldn't tell, everything seemed to be
so far away, and she felt so happy ... sooooo happy!
Raoul gently lowered her body down to the floor and then positioned himself
over her so that his mouth was directly in front of the tender fleshy slit
hidden beneath her blonde, curly muff. The pungent female scent that wafted
up to his nose increased his eroticism every part of his body tingled and
yearned for release. It was as if an aching, violent storm were gathering
and about to explode with full fury inside his rigidly tensed body. As he
slid his tongue into the wet, warm flesh of her pussy, his hugely aching
ramrod became iron-hard and pulsed with excitement.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH ..." Marion cried as she felt his hotly probing tongue run
teasingly the entire length of her naked vaginal slit. She had never felt
such excitement in her life! Even her husband Ed, who was very active in
his sexual responses, had never excited her like this before! She could
feel every inch of her sexual entrance seemingly magnified a hundred times
as this demi-god's wild tongue ran wetly down towards her puckery vaginal
hole. She felt the rough top surface and sleek underside of his licking
tongue as it moved tormentingly up and down over her sensitive pussy flesh.
She was lost in the feelings it was giving her; her body felt warm and
radiant and there were hot little sparks of desire flying to every inch of
her skin. She floated light as a feather, and soon something else began to
take hold of her - another deeper feeling that Raoul was calling up to her
that no one had ever aroused before. It was strangely dark and lascivious,
with more than a hint of corruption.
But how could that be, she thought suddenly, isn't this supposed to be a
purifying experience? Her mind exploded with panic for a moment; suddenly
she was terrified that she was committing a vile deed under the guise of
something good. What, after all, if Raoul were a complete fraud; what if
all of this were some horrible, evil trap.
"HAIL VALLUS!" Raoul suddenly screamed, lifting his head from her steaming
pussy. "HAIL VALLUS!"
The shouted cry washed over her like a cloud of smoke.
"HAIL VALLUS!" she cried, "YESSS! YEEEEESSSSSS!! YEEEEEEEESSSSS!!"
She was caught, submerged again in the compelling enchantment of Raoul and
the Sign of Vallus. She sank into complete abandon spreading her legs wide
to his expertly probing tongue, shoving her hips lewdly forward to crush
her yearning pussy lips hard against Raoul's madly licking tongue.
And Raoul, consumed with lust, rammed his oral rod deeply up into her
vaginal canal.
"AAAAAIEEEEEE!" she cried as she felt his hot tongue lashing and whirling
inside her undulating cunt.
Raoul felt his sperm-laden balls shudder and quake with desire as he
reached his hand down to his pulsing straining penis and began to jerk
wildly at it. He felt about to be carried involuntarily forward on a tidal
wave of wild, crashing orgasm. As his tongue rammed deeply into Marion's
heaving, shuddering pussy, Raoul felt her female juices begin to flow
thickly around his substitute cock as the pretty blonde's climax was about
to begin.
"MMMMMNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" Raoul grunted as he felt his hot male fluid begin to
gather and strain in his heavily swinging balls. His hand continued to
labor feverishly up and down the rigid length of his wildly jerking cock.
"O O O O O H H H H H YEEEEESSSSSSS!" Marion shrieked, swinging her head
from side to side her body trembling obscenely with lust and desire, her
legs thrashing crazily with the steaming rush of her approaching climax.
"I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMMIIIINGGG!" she cried out. "I'M CUMMINNNNGGGGG!"
Never before had she felt such incredibly intense passion; it was like she
was about to shatter into a million tiny pieces.
"YEEESSSS! YEEEESSSSS!" Raoul screamed as his scalding white male cum
spurted out of his convulsively swollen cock and splashed softly on the
dark blue carpet. His hand still jerked wildly as he squeezed and pulled at
his rocketing member.
Marion felt herself draining completely, totally lost in a suffocating
orgastic flood. She was lost in a white, radiant universe that seemed
burningly alive.
Finally, their passion ebbed, and Raoul pulled away, completely exhausted.
Drenched with sweat, he threw himself back on the deep carpeting.
Marion moaned softly in utter abandon, feeling like a completely new
person. Above them, the candles threw a shadow on the thick drapes and the
Sign of Vallus.
Chapter 3
Later that morning, Ed was finishing up the last lube job of the day and 
was about to start repairs on a huge luxury Imperial. The sun was
extraordinarily hot that day and he had been drinking cold soda from the
machine, one right after the other. His frustrating quarrel with Marion the
night before clung to his mind; he still felt angry and hurt, and could not
understand his wife's fascination with the occult. To him it seemed she was
being totally foolish, and that the whole business was a way her mother had
devised to drive a wedge between them and ruin their good marriage.
Christ, I'd of thought giving her a fuck like that would have knocked some
sense into the broad. I don't know what the hell's wrong with her!
He loved his wife deeply, but he had to admit that there was now a rift
growing between them and he felt she was to blame. After all, he had been
patient at the beginning, but now he had no more time for nonsense. It was
the busiest season at the garage and after a hard day's work he didn't want
to put up with a lot of crap.
He had just raised the hood of the big car that was parked inside the
garage, when a loud insistent beeping started out near the pumps.
Who the hell's that, he thought.
"Hold your horses," he shouted, "I'll be right out."
Damn! Why is it that half the time I'm the only one in this goddamn garage.
With all the work there is, the boss should hire at least five more guys!
Muttering under his breath, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a
large red handkerchief he kept in his pocket, he walked outside.
A compact convertible, late model, was parked by the premium gas pump. At
the sight of the driver, Ed almost dropped the handkerchief from his hand.
It was a redheaded girl, about twenty-three, with an exotic face. Ed
guessed that she must be foreign, maybe from Europe. He could only make out
the upper half of her body in the car, but the short, tight halter she wore
revealed her round, pointed breasts, and the skin he could see was as white
as milk. The combination of her flaming hair, her pale, translucent skin,
and the bright green of her eyes made Ed gasp; he felt an immediate
attraction to this strange, radiant creature. He could feel his cock harden
in the tight, oil-stained dungarees.
"Fill her up?" he asked, as he approached the car.
"Please do," the girl said, in a soft, melodious voice.
In that moment, their eyes met and there was an electric charge between
them. It seemed forever before they broke contact, and in that time Ed felt
himself become flushed with excitement. He moved to the rear of the car and
opened the gas tank.
That's some gorgeous broad, he thought. Christ, I've got a hard-on already.
She's really something.
Yet, despite his attraction for the girl, he felt suddenly guilty as the
face of his pretty blonde wife flashed into his mind.
Well, hell he said to himself, if she can go gallivanting around to all
these crazy cult-shops, then why can't I have an extracurricular activity
of my own? Sure, why not?
But immediately he tried to put these thoughts out of his mind. He had a
lot of work to do and he knew if he started daydreaming about screwing
every chick who drove into the station he'd not only ruin the work
schedule, but take a big chance on really messing things up with his wife.
Instinctively he felt he should reject these wild ideas and concentrate on
the problems at hand. Still he had to admit, the girl in the car was
exceptionally beautiful and seemed to find him attractive too. He slid the
curved metal tube from the gas pump into the car's tank and watched
thoughtfully as the thick golden liquid poured into the tank.
In the front seat, the redheaded girl has been speculating about Ed in much
the same way as he was thinking about her. She had been immediately
attracted to his boyish good looks and strong build. There was something
about him, she felt, something that had immediately charged her body with
alertness.
He looks so sexy in those tight dungarees, she thought wickedly, and I'm
sure he's got a hard-on!
There had been something about the thought of his lust-hardened genitals
stuffed into the tight, dirty denim that she found irresistible. He was so
muscular, and had that look she liked about men who worked at hard physical
labor. There was a crudeness, a rough-hewn quality that was highly
appealing to her. She could almost feel her body begin to twitch with
excitement and high up between her thighs she felt the warm, wetness come
oozing down at the thought of this handsome garage attendant.
Well, take it as it happens. There's no sense getting all excited if it
isn't going to come to anything.
Ed finished with the gas, replaced the hose, and walked around to the front
of the car.
"Charge or cash?" he asked.
"Charge," she said, rummaging in her huge purse to find her charge-card.
"Damn, it's in here somewhere. I've got so much junk in this bag it's just
impossible to find anything."
"That's okay," Ed said, smiling. His eyes roved down inside the car and
riveted hungrily on her long, slender legs fully revealed by the short
shorts she was wearing.
Look at those gams, he bought. Man, what I wouldn't give to lick those
sweet legs all the way up into that snooty little pussy of hers.
Glancing up at the dash board, he was suddenly struck by a strange object
that was swinging on a chain from the rear view mirror. It was a
dagger-like object with two rings at the top.
"Say, what's that?" he asked pointing to it. "I've seen one of those things
before."
"That's the symbol for the group I'm with," she said. "It's called the Sign
of Vallus."
"Sign of Vallus?" he repeated. "Now why do I know that name?"
He thought for a moment then realized that he had seen the symbol on the
cover of the pamphlet that had caused the quarrel with his wife the night
before.
"Oh," he said, "now I remember. That's all that voodoo crap."
The girl suddenly became angry.
"Crap? Well, I don't think so. I happen to take it very seriously! Vallus
has changed my life, and I think before you go around condemning something
you ought to find out what it is!"
"Hey, don't get all upset," Ed said, trying to calm her down. "I didn't
mean to condemn it. I just don't believe in that stuff! Maybe it's all
right for other people, but not for me!"
"How do you know?" the redhead said, raising her eyebrows slightly and
gazing steadily into his eyes. "Ever tried it?"
"Huh?"
"How do you know there's nothing in it for you. It seems to me you protest
a little too much. Maybe if you found out a little more about these things
instead of shouting at people you might pick up a thing or two."
Ed was completely taken back by her words. She handed him the charge card
imperiously and he turned away in a huff to stamp the receipt in the
office.
"Yeah ... well, maybe so ..." he mumbled as he moved inside. He had just
put the card on the machine when he heard a car suddenly drive out of the
gas station with a squeal of tires.
"What the ..." he said, his jaw hanging open. "That dumb bitch didn't even
wait for her card. Christ!"
He glanced down at the name on the charge-plate. It read LORRAINE HOLZMAN.
Ed stared at the card, puzzling over his strange exchange with the girl.
For some reason he found himself vividly recalling that strange talisman
that hung from her mirror, and although he still felt it was all rubbish he
nevertheless was drawn to the strange shape of the thing and to the
intensity of belief that the girl seemed to have. A compelling idea began
to take hold of him.
Maybe, he thought, maybe I ought to find out more about this damn group.
After all, if Marion decides she's going to get involved, the only way I
can stop her is if I know first-hand what a bunch of baloney it is. Yeah,
that's it. I'll return this chick's card in person and find out what the
hell's going on with this Vallus thing ...
Still sprawled on the carpeted floor of the incense-laden room, Marion had
fallen into a light sleep. As she slept, Raoul had slipped quietly out of
the room and was in the adjacent storeroom with his mother, who had long
since returned from her errands.
"Just let me get this camera loaded with this film," she was saying, "and
we'll be all set."
"Hail Vallus," Raoul said, jokingly.
His mother smiled at him.
"You're such a good son," she said, as she leaned over and kissed him on
the lips. "Soon we'll have enough money to get out of this hellish city.
Maybe we'll go to Acapulco. Or Europe! That would be nice."
She finished inserting the film into the camera and than placed it on the
strange-looking device sitting on a nearby table.
"The automatic timer is working perfectly, that means that once I start it,
it will take pictures all by itself. I don't have to do a thing but watch."
They both laughed.
"Now," she continued, "let's see how our little housewife is doing."
She drew aside a row of curtains that hung over most of the wall facing the
camera. The next room, the worship chamber, was fully revealed, and they
could see Marion sprawled lewdly on the floor.
"The joys of a two-way mirror," Raoul said, gazing longingly at the sleek,
white body.
"Our smartest investment," Alida said.
As they watched Marion from the other room, they could see her begin to
twitch slightly, as if on the verge of waking up. Her slender, voluptuous
body was undulating slowly, still caught in the thrall of what had taken
place only minutes before. Her large, red-tipped breasts rose and fell like
waves of the ocean. At the sight of her warm, squirming body, Raoul felt
his thick shaft spring to life once more. The excitement of having new
flesh to explore had charged him with sensuality, and he was anxious to
give full vent to his obscene desires.
"Well," Alida said, noticing her son's gently bobbing penis, "time to go
back to work eh?"
"Yes ..." he said, fondling himself slightly to increase his desire, "but
this time she's going to do the work while I lay back and enjoy it."
"Yes, son, don't over-exert yourself. You'll spoil your looks." She reached
out and patted her son's dark curling locks with her hands. "And we
wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
"No, mother," he said, a leering smile spreading across his face,
"Definitely not."
He turned and moved out of the room. Watching his slim naked body
retreating from her, Alida sighed, as her own still-responsive body became
somewhat excited by her son's young, manly buttocks bobbing as he walked,
and the way the light fell across the silky fine skin of his 
tightly-muscled back. The door closed as he left the room, and she turned
her attention to the camera, checking it again for possible mechanical
flaws, and gazing through the two-way mirror at the scene that was about to
unfold inside.
Raoul slipped inside the room and lay down next to Marion. He hadn't been
this excited in weeks; suddenly, from nowhere, was a new disciple, a new
toy for his pleasure. It was times like this he relished most, when his
sense of potency and power was at its peak.
Lying spread-eagled and naked on the rug, Marion was awakened by the
feeling of Raoul's hot, wet tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His body
was pressed against hers, and she could feel his hard cock digging into her
thigh. At first she was confused and frightened, and tried to resist him.
"Surrender to Vallus," Raoul said, soothingly, "Surrender, surrender."
Marion realized where she was. Yet, she remembered, only minutes ago she
had surrendered to that strange demi-god at Raoul's insistence. Wasn't that
enough? Was there still more required? She tried pulling away from him
again to question him further about the cult.
"Raoul ... please ..." she said.
"Why do you resist?" he asked. "I told you to surrender, to give yourself
completely to the will of Vallus. Separate from the ego! Lose yourself in
Vallus."
"I ... I'm ... I'm tired ..." she stammered, "and I should get home soon
... "
Raoul's eyes burned with fiery anger.
"So! You are nothing more than a terrified small-minded person! Is that it?
You come here to make a mockery of us, despite your calling! Despite the
fact that you are a chosen creature of Vallus. DO YOU WISH THE CURSE OF
VALLUS TO DESCEND ON YOU FOREVER? DO YOU?" He was screaming at her, his
eyes bulging with rage.
"No ... no," Marion replied, cringing in terror. "I want to do what's
right. Please believe me, I do."
"THEN SURRENDER! SURRENDER!" he shouted.
Marion was exhausted by his insistence, and felt herself submitting
completely once again.
"All right ..." she said weakly. "I surrender ... I give myself to Vallus
..."
"Good ... good," he said softly. "Trust. Trust. You will be purified. You
will be saved. Trust in Vallus. Hail Vallus ..."
"Hail Vallus," Marion repeated, hypnotically.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her violently. They both fell back
on the floor, their two hot naked bodies were crushed together. Marion
thought she would smother from the intensity of his kiss but she did not
resist.
"I mustn't at resist, she thought, no matter how difficult this is I must
overcome my resistance. I must surrender, surrender totally!
She thought about the strange cat-demon, the picture of Vallus she had seen
in the outer office and remembering it and the strange symbol seemed to
calm her. Raoul's tongue had forced its way between her teeth and was hotly
searching every area of her mouth. Then, she felt him take her head and
begin to push her downward, forcing her away from him down towards the
lower half of his body.
What is he doing, she thought. Why is he pushing me like this?
Then, in a sudden flash, she realized that she was being shoved down
towards his genital area! He was pushing her head down towards his
throbbing, rock-hard penis!
"NO! NOOOOO!" she screamed in panic.
"SURRENDER! SURRENDER NOW!" Raoul shouted, forcing her onward.
She was unable to resist his strength. Despite her instinctive revulsion to
the lewd act he was forcing her to perform, she once again submitted to his
commands, fearing the wrath of Vallus if she did not. He crushed her face
against the thick, hot staff; she could feel it pulsing, gorged with lust.
The pungent, masculine odor filled her nostrils, at once repelling her, yet
charging her with an alert awareness of her senses. Everything in her
resisted performing this crude act. This was something she had never done,
not even with her husband! She had always been the passive partner, Ed
taking the active role! She had never taken a man's cock in her mouth
before! The bulbous head of Raoul's penis brushed against her lips,
demanding to be tasted, licked, kissed!
"SUCK IT!" Raoul shouted coarsely, "SUCK IT!"
A wave of shame washed over her, sweat broke out on her forehead.
"SUCK IT! VALLUS COMMANDS! SUCK IT!"
Her eyes were filling with tears as she timidly opened her mouth.
I must, she said to herself. I must go through with this no matter how I
feel. I must overcome these fears in the name of Vallus!
She tentatively reached out with her hands and pulled back the velvety
foreskin of his penis to fully expose the round, pinkish helmet. She
shuddered slightly as she reluctantly forced her lips to close over the
tip, as if kissing the rubbery skin. A shiver of horror ran through her as
she determinedly took the entire charged head into her mouth, and began to
suck on it as commanded ...
In the other room, watching through the two-way mirror, Alida became wildly
excited at the sight of this young woman paying homage to her son. She had
watched, breathless, as the young woman moved slowly down towards his huge,
pulsing cock and then had given a little cry of elation as she saw Marion's
lips close around her son's stiff cock. She had perched on the edge of the
table, taking care not to disrupt the clicking mechanism of the automatic
camera, and had lifted her crescent-studded gown above her legs, exposing
the pinkish slit of her pussy. Watching intently as her son writhed his
wiry, Adonis-like body, the older woman began to explore her exposed cuntal
lips with her fingers. She ran them up and down the wet, warm length of her
fleshy folds, sending little ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She
began to massage her clitoris, searching, turning until her skillful
fingers found exactly the right spot.
"Aahaaaaahhhhh ..." Alida moaned softly, totally absorbed in the delightful
feelings she was producing in her own pussy, "Mmmmmm ..."
In the worship chamber Raoul groaned and mewled as he shoved his thick,
aching cock up into Marion's mouth, almost to the back of her throat. She
was hunched over his genitals, shuddering with revulsion as she felt the
hard, swollen ramrod in her mouth. Her lips closed ovally around the hot
flesh, feeling the veins standing out along the length of it gorged and
pulsing. She gagged as he shoved the massive pole into her resisting mouth.
But she soon realized that the more she resisted the worse it was for her,
so she began, little by little to suck and pull at the huge penis. As the
hard, rubbery head moved in and out of her mouth she could taste the little
droplets of pre-cum on her tongue. The young housewife felt disgusted by it
all, but was determined, for the sake of Vallus and her own salvation to go
through with it.
Raoul slowly insinuated his pulsing spear in and out of her mouth, then
pulling out slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of the young blonde's
lips nibbling and licking at the bulbous head and then clasping wetly
around the thick shaft as he drove it in again, pushing his prick deeply
within the fleshy interior of her mouth. He liked the lewd, exciting
feeling of her teeth rubbing teasingly along the underside of his shaft. He
fucked in and out, increasing the tempo as his corrupt passion mounted.
"Suck it harder," he cried, "HARDER! SUCK IT HARDER!"
In the other room Alida had driven herself to new heights of frenzy by
rubbing her clitoris until it quivered erect, like a hard little penis,
swollen with excitement. She had twisted and pulled at the fleshy bud
sending rippling waves of warmth and sensuality coursing through her limbs.
In her frenzy she pulled it so hard it became slightly raw and little
stings of pain were sometimes mixed with the wanton passion she was
experiencing. But this only drove her further. She, in fact, enjoyed the
pain as part of her sexual needs, and yearned momentarily for some of the
most advanced of the ceremonials that she and her son had devised, where
pain played an active part.
But that's for later, she thought lewdly, after these little preliminaries.
There's plenty of time.
Her fingers moved away from her madly throbbing clitoris and moved towards
the wet steaming entrance to her vaginal canal. For a moment she toyed with
the dark, curling hair that surrounded that tender vee, relishing the
aching anticipation that came from deliberately, sadistically postponing
the longed-for touch.
"Ooooohhhhh ... " she moaned in complete abandon, still watching as her
handsome son jerked and undulated in an ecstasy of his own produced by that
nubile young girl sucking at his cock. "UUuuuuunnnnnggghhh ..."
Raoul grunted in pleasure and jammed his hot, wet penis farther up into
Marion's mouth. He gripped her head cruelly, tangling her blonde curls in
his fingers as if in a vise, and began to pump his loins back and forth
like a madman. His glistening, sweat-drenched body squirmed snake-like as
he shoved his prick in and out. He pulled his knees up, lying back on the
floor, with Marion laboring on her hands and knees over his prostrate body
as if in supplication before his genitals, her mouth wrapped around the hot
symbol of her worship.
Marion, despite her determination to overcome her repulsion and please her 
new god, felt like a whore, degraded and disgusting. And yet, as she sucked
and licked, praying to Vallus for guidance, a new feeling began to come
over her ... a feeling of perversity and darkness that was wickedly
intriguing.
What's happening? she thought to herself. What is this new feeling? Is this
what is supposed to happen when I am no longer afraid? When I have
surrendered my ego completely?
She had thought she would feel like an angel of some kind, but the feeling
that pervaded her nakedly servile body was strange and wild, almost like
what she had felt last night with Eddie. Now too, there was a tantalizing
hint of animal degeneracy to it that, though unexpected, began to take hold
of Marion completely like a dangerous drug. She felt swept up in this new
feeling that pervaded her ... a sense of ... of power! Yes, that was it!
She had shown the world that she could pass the test of Vallus! She had
shown everybody! Particularly Ed! Ed, who doubted her beliefs and had
mistreated her cruelly the night before! She would show him! In the depths
of her degradation she was unaware that what she mistook for fulfillment
was actually the beginning of a corrupt downward spiral from which she
might never recover, a descent into the darkest evil the human mind can
know. Totally blind to the reality of what she was doing, the pretty little
housewife now began to suck this strange man's lust-engorged penis with
obscene abandon. She devoured Raoul's hot, bloated member with vulgar
excitement. What had been revolting to her only minutes before now began to
fill her with a sense of crude passion and wild delirium. She opened her
mouth lewdly wide to receive Raoul's lust-impassioned strokes.
"MMMNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" she moaned as she sucked at his angry red cock.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHH!"
Watching them from the other room, her excitement now at a fever pitch,
Alida had plunged three of her fingers deep up into her hotly creaming
pussy and was fucking them in and out of her naked cunt in the same tempo
as her son's pelvis was thrusting up into the mouth of the lewdly crouching
girl in the other room. The older woman felt her fingers sliding along
every inch of her shuddering inner flesh and pressing against the quaking
nub of her cervix.
"AAAAHAHHHHH!" she groaned, "SUCK MY SON'S COCK GOOD, GIRL! SUCK IT GOOD!"
Alida had sprawled back on the table, her sheer gown pulled up past her
lewdly heaving stomach, as she plunged her eager fingers ever deeper into
the widening channel of her frantically clasping cunt. Her hips began to
shudder and twitch as her body completely lost itself in the obscene act
she was committing upon herself, and her legs, swinging and kicking, seemed
to become as excited as the rest of her. She could feel her quaking vaginal
walls begin to throb with a new fury, and she knew her moment of climax was
not far off! Passion raged in her naked flesh as she intensely watched her
son's hard muscular body convulse with pleasure from the new girl's
insanely sucking mouth. Raoul's gypsy face was twisted in a sexual leer,
and his mouth was half-open, as he thrashed in the grips of passion. Behind
the two-way mirror, his mother's eyes roved up and down every inch of his
sleekly glistening body; as his hips pumped madly and he jammed his crazily
jerking cock deep into Marion's tightly positioned mouth.
Marion herself was completely and totally lost now in the strange,
thrilling passion that intoxicated her. She was no longer the person she
had been that morning, for she had discovered, through her experience, a
totally new side of herself. She felt wild and uninhibited, thrashing like
a banshee in the grips of forbidden ecstasy. Her entire consciousness
centered on the thick cock that filled her mouth, and she could feel every
part of it with her lips and teeth. Her taut lips traveled hungrily up and
down its hugely throbbing length, from the wide, hair-crowned base, down
the blood-engorged shaft to the bulbous head. And now as Raoul fucked his
massive tool far back into her mouth, Marion received his blows eagerly and
greedily, lost in a torrent of sexuality that felt so good. Soooo
Gooooood!!
"AAAAEIEEEEEEE!" Raoul screamed, as he grew near to his orgasm. His body
trembled violently as he increased his obscene pumping to the point where
he was slamming his aching cock into her mouth like a jackhammer. It was
like a rushing earthquake that was just beginning, so intense was the
feeling that tore through his entire body. "I'M CU ... CCU ... CU ...
CUMMMMMING!" he screamed, his eyes bulging wildly from the force.
"OOOHHHHHH GOODD!"
Wildly hot also, Marion could feel her cuntal juices flow freely down
between her tensely kneeling thighs as Raoul's thick, hot seed suddenly
spurted into her mouth. At first she gagged as it filled her tiny mouth and
coursed down her throat, nearly suffocating her, but the wanton, wicked
ecstasy she felt from her own release quickly shattered her resistance, and
she drank his manly essence with rapture, sucking and pulling at his cock
while Raoul screamed with delight. Her body thrashed in the turbulence of
its own bucking climax.
"OOOOOHHHHHBABEEEEE!" Raoul cried as he felt his river-gush of cum spurt
out of his penis into the deep interior of her slender white throat.
Alida, in the other room, was also carried along on her own tide of orgasm.
SHE WAS CUMMING TOO! SHE WAS CUMMING ALONG WITH HER SON AND HIS NEW
DISCIPLE! Under the plunging, twisting strokes of her nimble fingers, her 
cuntal walls were stimulated and driven beyond their breaking point, as the
high priestess' female fluids cascaded down her hot vaginal channel and
poured out over her ramming, probing fingers and spread like a sheen,
satiny and warm, over her palms and inner thighs ...
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" she cried loudly "OOOOOHHHHHH GOD, OH GOD!
UUUUUNNNNNNGGGCCHHHHHH!"
Explosion after explosion tore through her body as she experienced what
seemed like an endless climax, her eyes still glued to the glass where she
watched her son thrashing and shooting his cum into Marion's helplessly
subservient mouth.
Finally, after wave upon wave of crashing violence, all three lewdly
writhing bodies felt their wild ejaculations drawing to a close. Raoul lay
back, drained and half-mad with the intensity of what he had experienced,
as Marion crumpled to the floor.
In the other room, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, Alida
switched off the automatic camera.
Chapter 4
Later that same afternoon, Ed Hill stood before Lorraine Holzman's
apartment door. Almost immediately after she left, he had called a friend
to take over for him at the garage. He had traced her by using the address
on the charge card. She lived close to Beverly Hills, an area somewhat
unfamiliar to him, and the posh extravagance of her apartment building made
him feel out of place. He knocked at the door. After a moment, he saw the
peephole cover swing back.
"Who is it?" a voice asked.
"It's Ed Hill, from the Oilways Station. You forgot your charge card."
There was a short pause, during which Ed could hear the locks of the door
being clicked open. The door swung wide.
Lorraine was dressed in clinging jersey tunic that seemed to hug her skin,
revealing every voluptuous curve of her ripe body.
"Well," she said, arching her eyebrows. "what a surprise to see you. Come
on in."
Ed moved in to her apartment, trying to cover his apprehension and sense of
embarrassment at being there.
After all, he thought, I'm a married man! What the hell am I doing in some
strange girl's apartment? I must be going nuts!
Then he remembered his mission to unmask the hypocrisy behind the Sign of
Vallus and he relaxed somewhat. He glanced around the apartment. He found
himself in an L-shaped room painted white, with simple but apparently
expensive Danish-modern furniture. There was a white furry shag rug that
covered the floor wall to wall; the walls were hung with strange pictures,
most of which appeared to be by hand. They were pictures of demons or
scenes of medieval torture.
"I did those myself," Lorraine offered, seeing his rapt attention. "What do
you think?"
"Well," he said, "they're nice. Strange, though."
"Strange ..." Lorraine repeated, laughing lightly, "yes, very strange ..."
She glanced furtively at his tall, muscular body fully revealed in the
tight, dirty work clothes. She felt a spasm of desire ripple through her
body. She had no idea she would see this young man again, especially after
their angry exchange at the gas station. But here he was, in her apartment!
"Now, what is it you want?" she asked.
Ed turned to her, and at the stunning sight of her exotic beauty fully
exposed by the jersey tunic, he was at a loss for words.
"I ... I ... want to return this," he said, remembering the charge-card.
"You forgot to wait for me to give it back to you."
"Oh!" Lorraine replied, delighted, "my God, you know I didn't realize!
Thank you so much!"
She took the card from him, letting her fingers graze his hand ever so
slightly, sending a shiver of warmth coursing through his body.
"I thought you'd need it," he said, trying to keep his mind clear.
"Is that all you came for?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low purr.
"Hell," he said, "to tell you the truth, there is something else."
"Oh? What?"
"That," he said, pointing to a long mirror that stood on one of the walls
surrounded by small etchings. The top of the mirror was graced with a
replica of the Vallus symbol.
"Oh," Lorraine said, "you want to know more about Vallus. Yes, I thought
you would."
"What do you mean by that?" Ed asked.
"Whenever anyone sees that symbol, they're immediately attracted. That
shows what an incredible power Vallus has over people. This isn't just some
crazy cult, you know. This is the real thing."
"Ha!" Ed said, derogatorily, "I'll bet."
Lorraine squelched any anger she might have felt over his crude remark, and
instead became the picture of warmth and helpfulness.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"Scotch all right?"
"Yeah, fine."
She turned and moved to a kitchen alcove and began to mix the drinks.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," she said. "There's some written
material on the group right on my coffee table if you want to glance
through it."
Ed sprawled on the couch and picked up a couple of pamphlets, but before he
opened them he let his eyes rove over Lorraine's supple body. Her back was
to him, and he stared shamelessly at the rounded globes of her buttocks
that shimmered provocatively as she moved.
Oh man he thought, would I like to get my hands on that ass! What a body!
At the sight of her, his penis stiffened inside his pants, in fact his
genitals became suddenly warm and alive, and an erotic electricity began to
throb through his body.
Easy, he thought to himself, take it easy.
A mental image of Marion flashed into his brain, and he forcibly tore his
eyes away from Lorraine's body and focused on the books. The cover of one
booklet had the same picture that hung in full relief in the outer office
of the cult. It was the cat-demon, with the cornucopia exploding from his
cock. Ed's jaw dropped open when he saw this bizarre illustration. He had
never seen anything like it!
This makes those pictures on the wall look like nursery school stuff, he
thought. Christ, what the hell goes on here?
At once fascinated and repelled, he glanced further into the pamphlet, his
eyes caught phrases like "surrender of the ego ..." "ancient Sumerian God
..." and "Worship and Creatures of Darkness ..." On the one hand it all
seemed to confirm his belief that the Sign of Vallus was nothing more than
hogwash; yet he felt more and more drawn to the strange pictures and text.
There was definitely something there that almost overcame his
skepticism--compelling, almost hypnotic force.
"Drink?"
It was Lorraine, holding out an amply filled glass of amber-colored scotch.
"Oh, sure," he said, taking the glass.
She sat down across from him with her own drink, revealing, as she did so,
the full length of her long, tapering legs. Ed thought for a moment he
could almost catch a glimpse of her pussy as she sat.
Holy God, he thought, she's not wearing any underwear at all under that
little skirt. She must be naked as a jaybird.
This realization increased his feeling of sexuality. His crotch bulged
excitedly. He felt a light film of nervous perspiration break out on his
forehead and on the palms of his hands and his heart began to pound
fiercely in his chest.
"Well," she said calmly, a trace of a smile playing across her lips. "what
do you think of our little group?"
"Hell," he replied, "I don't know. To tell you the truth I've always
thought these things were all fakes. But ... well, maybe there's something
in it."
"Oh, there's definitely something in it," she said with intense conviction.
"Vallus changed my life, completely. Before I joined the group I was
nothing more than a secretary a dull drab little girl with no excitement in
my life. But now ..."
Her eyes gazed steadily into his. Her stare seemed to burn into his brain
with a frightening strength. He tried to break the gaze, to turn away, but
couldn't! He found himself returning her open contact boldly, wantonly. His
genitals throbbed excitedly. His whole body seemed to come alive.
"May I tell you something?" she continued.
"S ... sure ..." he said, feeling slightly dizzy from the strong drink and
the look of her.
"From the minute I saw you I knew you should be a disciple of Vallus."
"How did you know?" he asked.
"I knew ..." she said softly. Her eyes dropped shamelessly to his crotch.
She stared at it openly with no hint of embarrassment Although Ed felt
uncomfortable, it was also wildly exciting to have this luscious creature
gaze at him so obscenely, so lewdly. This was something his wife would
never have done; indeed he had never known any woman as brazen as Lorraine
seemed to be. Suddenly, a flash of guilt washed through him as he thought
of his wife, and he felt he should leave before anything further happened.
"I should go now ..."
"So soon?" Lorraine said, scarcely concealing his disappointment. "We still
have so much to talk about."
Ed rose.
"Well, maybe another time," he said.
Lorraine rose from her chair. Her jersey tunic seemed to be almost falling
off her sleekly jutting breasts. Ed was sure that in another second her
red-tipped nipples would be fully exposed. His breath came faster at the
thought of it.
"It would be sooo nice if you stayed," she cooed.
"I want to ... but ... but ..." he stammered.
"You have to get home to your wife?" she asked suddenly.
Ed was shocked, completely caught off guard.
"How ... how did you know?"
Lorraine laughed lightly.
"Oh, that's easy. Your wedding band."
Ed fingered the gold band uneasily and tossed off the rest of his scotch.
"Yeah, well I should get back."
Lorraine moved closer to him; the sultry fragrance of her perfume was
overpowering. It combined with the tingling effects of the scotch and made
him dizzy. His vision was slightly blurred; all he could see was this ripe,
nearly naked amazon body in front of him. She was an open invitation for
screwing, radiating desire and lewd abandon.
"Look," she said, coming even closer, pressing her mammoth breasts lightly
against his faded work-shirt, "I find you incredibly attractive ... in fact
you're probably the sexiest man I've ever met ..."
Ed's heart pounded faster in his chest; his cock was straining madly
against his work-grimed dungarees.
"And after all," she whispered, "no one will know about it if you want it
that way. It'll be our little secret. Our wonderful, exciting secret ..."
Ed wanted desperately to reach out and grab that ravishing, white flesh. He
wanted to kiss this brazen redhead like he had never kissed a woman before
in his life. Wildly, passionately. But something held him back, a lingering
sense of guilt froze him into paralysis.
"Don't you want me?" she sighed, running her fingers lightly through his
hair. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
This shocking remark completely broke through Ed's resistance. In an
instant, he put down his empty glass.
"Oh, don't worry baby, I want you. And I want to fuck the living daylights
out of you!"
"Then do it," Lorraine said, baring her perfect teeth in a radiant smile,
"sink that big, beautiful prick of yours right up into me!"
"Christ!" Ed said. He grabbed her and embraced her tightly with arms
thickly muscled from working hard at the garage. "Oh, baby!"
He kissed her deeply, shoving his hot, wet tongue far back into her mouth.
Rather than draw back, she opened her mouth as wide as possible to admit
his straining oral member and leaned forward, rubbing her pussy lewdly
against his swiftly burgeoning cock. He explored every crevice of her
mouth, mingling his tongue obscenely with hers, then letting his tip
explore on its own. Their bodies pressed closer still.
Lorraine's hand roved quickly down between Ed's legs and fingered his
thick, stiff penis, hot with need and desire and straining wildly against
his grimy jeans. She massaged it madly until Ed could barely endure the
tight little ball of desire now raging in his belly.
"Ooooohhhhh ..." he moaned as she grabbed at the soft, pulsing mound of his
testicles. His hand quickly moved up under her jersey and his palm slipped
smoothly up the naked flesh of her back. How warm and silky it felt! His
hands roved down to the rounded orbs of her buttocks and squeezed hard,
reveling in their soft resiliency.
Ed felt a sharp sensation in his earlobe as Lorraine nibbled the soft flesh
with her tiny white teeth, then bit a little harder. At first Ed didn't
like the forwardness of her action, but the slight needle-like pain he felt
when she bit him was undeniably exciting, and his body tingled, flushed
with new hot lust.
"Like that?" she whispered.
In response, he suddenly bent down and kissed her neck so hard with his
tightened lips that he made a little red welt in her skin.
"Oooooohhhhhbaby!" she purred, throwing her head back and digging her
fingers into his shoulders.
A shudder coursed through Ed's entire body and his cock throbbed excitedly,
yearning for more. In the turbulent onrush of passion, he suddenly flung
aside all reason and restraint. Quickly he tore away Lorraine's skimpy
jersey tunic, exposing her full, glowing nakedness. Lorraine stood before
him, eyes flashing, her red hair tousled and wild; she looked like a lurid
amazon savage, her face a mask of desire. She reached up with her fingers
and quickly opened his shirt, sliding it sensuously off of his sinewy upper
torso, revealing the hard-muscled chest and shoulders. Swiftly, she
unbuckled his wide leather belt and pulled the metal zipper of his fly
slowly and tantalizingly down. Bending down, her firm breasts jiggling
lewdly as she worked, she slowly lowered his pants to his ankles. He was
still standing in his oily engineer work-boots. She looked up to see his
huge, thick cock bulging obscenely against the thin material of his shorts.
She deftly slipped them down and his iron-hard penis shot quiveringly
erect. His hairy balls, swaying gently beneath, pulsed and tightened in 
eager anticipation.
The disciple of Vallus rose from the floor and once again they embraced,
nakedly clasping each other. Lorraine loved the feel of Ed's hard muscular
body and her hands roamed eagerly over his thick shoulders, bulging biceps
and broad tapered back. Her hands caressed the strong, round buttocks so
charged with strength, yet so deceptively tender.
"You're beautiful," she gasped, "beautiful!"
Shaking with lusty excitement, Ed ran his hands over the satiny-smooth skin
of her exotically sculptured body. As he roved from her pendulous breasts
down over the sleek, swelling curves of her hips, Lorraine moved her pelvis
lewdly back and forth, inviting his throbbing cock to new and undreamed-of
delights. His lust-swollen shaft stood quiveringly erect, hard as a rock
and aching to force its way up into her.
Lorraine clasped her hands around his huge, throbbing tool and skillfully
pulled back the soft foreskin to expose the thick rubbery head. She teased
it mercilessly with her nimble fingers rubbing and shaking it with artful
moves that drove Ed into a frenzy of excitement.
"Ooooohhhhh!" he groaned. His fingers quickly reached into the curling
strands of hair surrounding her vaginal slit, exploring the moist pubic
area with trembling lust.
Lorraine cried out with pleasure as she felt his fingers run the entire
length of her hot, wet furrow. He probed at her tender clitoris, which
hardened instantly, sending a shiver of passion and desire through her; his
broad hand grasped her pussy wantonly, crudely, and he suddenly pushed his
middle finger deeply into the moistly throbbing vagina.
"YES!" she cried, spreading her legs to receive his stroking finger.
"YEEEESSSSS!"
Ed hungrily moved his finger into the moist interior of her cuntal canal,
driving her to wild erotic frenzy.
"Oh, I want you to come into me! Now! Now!" she cried, driven to the point
of unbearable lust by his plunging finger strokes.
Pulling herself away from him, the pretty redhead moved quickly towards the
part of the room where the long mirror hung on the wall. She knelt down,
dog-fashion on the furry white rug, facing the mirror.
Damn, Ed thought, what the hell is she up to?
Her shimmering buttocks waved at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be
taken from behind.
Christ, he thought, she wants me to fuck her in the ass and watch it in the
mirror too! She's really something!
Lorraine knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Vallus had
taught her that. And despite his initial shock, Ed found himself enjoying
every crude and vile aspect of what she obviously enjoyed. She was calling
on a darker, deeper instinct in him than he had known existed; it was an
animalistic, jungle-like part of him and was almost barbaric in its depth.
He liked how he felt, there was no question about it. And his passion had
overwhelmed him to the point that all he wanted was his satisfaction, to
fulfill whatever dark, obscene desire came into his head or hers.
"Fuck me from behind," she screamed, "sink that fat cock of yours right
into my pussy from behind!"
At her words, the garage mechanic exploded with lust. He moved to her like
a panting beast, his penis purplish-red with excitement, the veins along
its shaft fully outlined, straining against the thin membrane of skin. His
balls trembled and grew hard with passion. He sank down on the shag rug
behind her nakedly kneeling young body, and his pulsing cock head nestled
at her pussy entrance, ready to slice upward and inward. He caught sight of
himself in the mirrors edging the furry rug.
Ed could scarcely believe what he beheld. He looked like a maddened god, or
demon, almost like that picture of Vallus. Potent and all powerful. Yes!
That was how he felt! Power of a sort that he had never known was possible!
HE WANTED TO TEAR HER APART WITH HIS PRICK! TEAR HER TO SHREDS WITH HIS
INCREDIBLE POWER!
"SHOVE IT IN ME, BABY!" she screamed her head thrown back, her green eyes
glazed and her red hair fanning over her shoulders. "NOW!"
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGH!" Ed cried, and shoved his massive cock all the way up
into her tight little pussy the entire length, sinking up to the hilt till
the flat base of his loins slammed hard up against the curling petals of
her vaginal entrance. It made wet, sluicing sounds that excited them both
even more.
"Ooohhhhh," she moaned, "you feel so good, sooo goood!"
Now he began to move his cock in and out of her, increasing his rhythm as
he went. Lorraine pumped back eagerly, her vaginal wall growing moist and 
wide with each thrust into her, and clasping hungrily at his pumping rod.
Ed had never before known such a savage sense of lust and freedom, and he
fucked into this near-stranger with mounting intensity.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck you! FUCK YOU!" he shouted.
His obscene shouts, combined with the lascivious images in the semicircular
mirror transformed Lorraine's mind into a turbulent whirlpool of passion
and ecstasy. Ed's hard-driving body twisted and plunged into her from
behind, fucking her to excruciating heights of sensual excitement.
"HARDER!" she cried, "DO IT HARDER! HURT ME! HURT ME!"
Her wanton words, and the sight of her in the mirror, thrashing like a
madwoman, wildly multiplied Ed's sense of grunting abandon.
So, he thought, this was how she liked it! Well that suits me just fine!
All tender sensibilities were driven away totally from his mind, as he
fucked into her nakedly upturned pussy, his tightly clenched buttocks
swinging back and forth in time to his brutal strokes. His long, sinewy
cock was gorged to the bursting point, and his round, throbbing balls
slapped madly and wetly against Lorraine's vulnerably spread inner thighs.
Every muscle was straining and tense with hot desire.
"AAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Lorraine screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure,
reveling in the obscenely mirrored spectacle of their fucking bodies. The
harder he drove into her, the more she wanted, and if it hurt and bruised
her, then that made it even more exciting. The pain was mixed for her with
wild, sensual excitement, like an incredible aphrodisiac. She had
discovered this feeling in herself through Vallus, and now she lived only
for that insanely masochistic faction, driven on in an endless search for
new sensations of crude pleasure. The more she had the more she wanted! She
lost herself in the excitement of his iron-hard cock burning its way up
into her naked belly, plunging along the steaming, quaking walls of her
hotly seeping pussy.
"Yeeessssss! That's it!" she cried. "Oh, baby!"
Ed was also caught in a vulgar feeling the likes of which he had never
known before. He fucked her like an insensible animal, his eyes glued like
a cruel master punishing a slave with the whip of his cock. His hands
reached around and squeezed her spongy, soft breasts, feeling the tips
harden tight and erect beneath his massaging fingers.
Man oh man, he thought lewdly to himself, this has all happened in just a
couple of hours! Christ! I've never screwed like this in my life!
He felt his seed begin to surge and gather in his loins - the wet, enlarged
balls swinging and bouncing and bulging with bubbling white cum.
Lorraine felt the change in him, and at the same time was bathed in a new
exultancy. The throbbing of her pussy began to grow to earthquake
proportions; she was flooded by rolling waves of pulsing pleasure.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" she moaned. "I'M CCCUUUUMMMMINNNNGGGGG! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMING!"
Ed was also at the bursting point; his lust-inflated cock was about to
explode with cum and in a split second he was there!
"AH ... AHH ... AHHHHUUUNNNGGHH!" he whimpered.
Spasm after spasm of hot seed spurted into Lorraine's trembling, gushing
cunt. Ed drove himself into the young redhead in a way he had never done
with his wife Marion; his eyes were glazed like a madman's as he
triumphantly emptied himself into her nakedly climaxing pussy.
Lorraine received his piston-like strokes with thrashing abandon, her eyes
staring wildly at the vision of demon lust that the mirror revealed. She
felt her own cuntal juices flowing freely around Ed's insanely climaxing
cock, and an aching tension and pleasure seemed to be released from her
like magic. She was lost in a river of lust and desire.
"Ooooohhhhh ... ahhhhhh ..." she mewled, as little sparks spread to every
part of her body.
Gradually Ed spent himself completely and he squeezed the last bubbling
drops of his scalding liquid into her boiling pussy. Then he withdrew and
sank into the soft furriness of the shag rug, completely exhausted.
Feeling equally drained, Lorraine sank down beside him, her red hair a
brilliant contrast to the white rug, and let the cool air waft over her
steaming flesh. In the back of her mind she knew instinctively that she had
made another convert for the God of the Night Creatures, and the thought
made her smile satanically.
Chapter 5
Ed and Marion barely spoke to each other than evening. Both of them were
concentrating on their own clandestine involvement with the lurid Cult of 
Vallus. Marion didn't even notice that Ed came home well past the usual
dinner hour. They ate in silence. Later they watched television, pretending
to be absorbed in the flickering images on the screen but both their heads
were filled with the events of the day.
Marion vividly recalled the strange, erotic scenes that had taken place in
the velvet-lined room with Raoul, and despite her initial revulsion at such
apparent corruption and immorality, little by little she found herself
submerging completely in the exciting new feelings he and Vallus had called
up in her. She had never felt so powerful, so alive ... she thought perhaps
that was the beginning of her salvation through Vallus! Perhaps she was
well on her way to becoming a better person! In any case, she couldn't take
her mind off Raoul's slender, hard-muscled body, and his strange, piercing
eyes. And the earring ... with the dangling symbol ...
Ed's body still trembled from the full impact of his wild afternoon with
that exotic redheaded Lorraine. She had called up the most savage part of
him, part of him he had barely known existed. He remembered vividly the
feeling of his aching cock slamming brutally into her frothing, shuddering
pussy, and he was dying to do it again. He wanted to feel that incredible
sense of jungle abandon that had roared through his body like a jolting
streak of lightning. Sitting in his easy chair, watching a comedy act on
television, he could feel his penis already begin to stir at the merest
memory of his incredible union with Lorraine.
He glanced at his blonde wife for a moment; she seemed totally absorbed in
the shimmering screen and looked so sweet and vulnerable that he was
overcome with guilt about his lewd infidelity. Perhaps, he thought, I
should end this thing right here and now! But then, in a sudden flash, that
strange symbol, the two-ringed dagger of Vallus, burned its image into his
brain, and all remorse fled immediately. His mind conjured up the memory of
the writhing, twisting body of Lorraine as she had stared obscenely at
herself, flushed and passionate, in the long mirror; he yearned to fuck her
again, to know that bucking demon excitement again as he had that
afternoon.
"Well, I'm kind of tired," he said, rising from the chair and turning to
conceal the pulsing bulge in his pants. "I'm going to turn in early."
"Okay," Marion said, still staring at the set. "I'll be in soon."
She listened as Ed shut the door to the bedroom. Then she let her mind
wander freely over the events of the day. She remembered how it had felt to
run her mouth over Raoul's hot genitals, and the screaming, blinding
passion she had known under the shadow of that ancient Sumerian symbol.
Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ... the words seemed to echo in her brain like 
a call to life! Whatever lingering guilt she might have had were swept away
in the powerful words of the chant: Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ...
Much later, she switched off the television set and went quietly into the
bedroom. Ed was sound asleep; she could tell from the heaviness of his
breathing. In a few moments she had washed and slipped into her nightgown.
Sighing, she lay down beside her husband in bed and soon she had drifted
into sleep.
And then the dream began ...
She was in a huge dark room, so huge she could barely see the walls or
ceiling in the all-encompassing shadows. Suddenly, in the distance were two
gleaming, glistening green eyes ... the eyes of a cat. The eyes seemed to
come closer and closer. Marion grew terrified, she turned, trying to run,
but there seemed to be no way to escape the evil, flashing eyes that
pursued her. She suddenly stopped and turned to confront her pursuer, but
she saw that the eyes had now become a cat's head, a huge cat's head like
the picture of Vallus she had seen. Now the head took a body as well, the
body of a man. It was Vallus himself! The figure began to grow to
staggering proportions, and his penis, pulsing erect, now seemed gargantuan
as he towered above the terrified girl.
The God began to laugh -- long, loud, demonic laughter, and as he did, he
reached down and began to grasp and shake his mighty genitals. His gigantic
tool became hard, thunderingly rigid and he leered at Marion, huddling
terrified before him, as he stroked his massive cock. The laughter became
so intense as to be almost unbearable and Marion turned to run again.
The cat-figure pursued her, like a monster; no matter how fast Marion ran
the hideous apparition was right at her heels waving his mammoth ramrod at
her obscenely, dripping cruel laughter from his lips. She began to scream
... Help! HELP! HELP! ... and suddenly Vallus reached down and grabbed her,
pulling her high up in the air like a giant crane lifting her skyward. She
screamed in shuddering terror.
"Marion! Marion!"
Someone was shaking her and calling her awake. It was Ed, her husband.
Suddenly her eyes were open wide and she realized she had been in the grip
of a horrible nightmare.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "You sounded like you were having a real bad
dream."
"Oh," she said softly, embarrassed and still terrified, "I'm all right. 
It's just a silly nightmare. I'm fine. I think I ate too many pieces of pie
for dessert. That's all."
"Okay," Ed said, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Go to sleep now. We got
to get up early tomorrow."
"All right," she whispered, and fell back onto her pillow. In a few moments
they were both sound asleep. Marion had no further dreams that night.
The next morning, after Ed had left for work, Marion mused over her strange
nightmare. The terror she had felt when she was being pursued seemed very
real to her. Perhaps the dream was an omen, an omen to stay away from the
Cult of Vallus. Perhaps Ed had been right from the beginning, and the
entire thing was a dangerous hoax. At first she had refused to admit Ed
would be right, but now, after that bizarre encounter with Raoul, and the
dream, she began to have serious doubts. Despite the exciting new passion
she had come to know, Ed's young blonde wife now felt there was a danger
lurking in this group that could mean serious trouble. She resolved, then
and there, to have nothing further to do with them. The telephone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Marion Hill?" It was a woman's voice, deep and exotic.
"Yes ... yes, it is."
"Oh, Marion, my dear ... this is Alida."
Marion's heart began to pound and she caught her breath.
"Oh ... y ... yes ..." she stammered, "what is it you want?"
"Oh, my darling girl, I simply wanted to find out if you would be coming to
the worship service tonight. It will be especially in your honor."
Marion froze, unable to speak. She didn't want to go back there, ever! She
couldn't!
"Well ..." she said softly. "I'm not sure I can come. You see my husband
had planned to do something tonight and I promised ..."
"Not coming?" Alida queried imperiously. "Oh, my dear, you must come.
Surely your husband realizes how important this is to your development. And
surely you won't let him stand in the way!"
"I ... I'm ... I'm afraid I have no choice. I'm sorry ..."
There was a long icy silence over the phone. Then suddenly Alida spoke
again, this time with deceptive cheeriness.
"Ah, well, then surely you can help us in another way today."
"What do you mean?"
"Vallus spoke to me last night, as I sat in meditation. He spoke to me more
clearly than ever before. He said: 'Alida, now that the new priestess has
come, my chosen one, we must expand our facilities. Only when we dwell in a
greater temple, a temple large enough to fully encompass the magnitude of
my power, only then will we be able to become the worldwide force that is
our destiny.' Don't you see, Marion? A larger room, a larger worship
chamber so more worshipers can come ..."
"But I don't see ... I mean ... how ..."
"How you can help?"
"Y ... yes ..."
"Money."
Marion sat in her kitchen holding the phone against her ear in utter
disbelief. So! That was it! That was what they wanted all along! She
renewed her determination to sever connection completely with this corrupt
group.
Oh, Ed, she thought suddenly, how right you were! Why didn't I listen to
you!
"I'm sorry ... I don't have any money," she said.
There was another short silence, then Alida spoke with alarming sharpness.
"Don't give me that. We know you've got some money. You be down here by
three o'clock with money or ..."
Marion couldn't believe the change in tone. And what was she threatening?
"What will you do if I don't come down with it?" she asked.
"Well," Alida continued in a cold drawl, "we have some photographs taken of
you ... you and Raoul ... in the worship chamber ... yesterday ... taken
from a two-way mirror. I think your husband will find them most interesting
... yes, most interesting ..."
Marion was stiff with alarm. A shudder of fear ran through her. They had
taken pictures of her grotesque interlude with Raoul! A rush of shame and
guilt coursed through her body; she felt suffused with degradation.
"See you this afternoon, darling?" Alida asked.
"Y ... y ... yess ..." Marion whispered tears forming in her eyes, "yes ...
yes ..."
There was a click as Alida hung up.
Ed was working under the huge, luxury Imperial when Lorraine's car pulled
into the garage. He didn't even hear her until her smooth, silky voice
called to him under the car.
"Say, handsome, can you give me a little hi-test?"
He slid out from under the gleaming auto on the wheeled dolly. His face
broke out in a wide grin as he caught sight of her flaming red hair and the
lush, sloping breasts barely concealed behind the thin material of her
blouse. She wore a mini-skirt of the barest minimum length, so short that
from his advantageous position on the dolly, he could see the entire length
of her statuesque legs and thighs, almost right up into the honey-bush of
her pussy.
"Hi," he said. He stood up and wiped the grease onto his dungarees.
"Surprise visit, huh?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes roving over every muscular inch of his hard, lean
body. Seeing him in his own environment of the garage only heightened her
excitement. The chains hanging from the rafters, the tires, the grease, the
smell of oil and gas, combined with his incredible physique and tight,
dirty work-clothes, gave him an animal-like sexuality. Lorraine became
tingly with lusty expectation. She had driven to the garage on a whim;
she'd been feeling restless all morning, and she wanted him again. Her body
ached to feel him inside her. She reached out and took his hand and placed
it up under her short skirt, right on the soft, moist mound between her
legs.
Ed was taken completely by surprise.
Christ, she's not wearing anything under that little bit of a skirt. My
hand's right on her naked pussy!
The redhead indeed had brazenly clamped Ed's hand over her open cuntal
entrance, and was sliding her hips back and forth over his dirty palm
leaving no question in his mind what she wanted and why she was here.
Ed glanced about and realized that they could be seen from the street.
"Hey, listen babe, I hate like hell to stop this, but maybe this isn't such
a good place, you know what I mean?"
"Why not?" she asked coyly, rubbing more furiously over his grease-stained
fingers, obscenely spreading her legs so that his fingers were placed right
over the wet, excited flesh of her vaginal slit. "I like it here. It's ...
uh, it's exciting."
God, this is some hot bitch, he thought. She wants to do it anywhere,
anytime!
"Well," he said finally, straining to think clearly, driven to a fever
pitch of passion by her vulgar gestures, "lemme close up the garage. If the
boss gets word of what's going on, I'll be fired for sure."
"Whatever you say, lover," she cooed, releasing his hand.
Ed walked into the station office. There was nobody outside, and it looked
like it would be a slow afternoon. Despite his passion for Lorraine, he had
some doubts about closing up. After all it was practically unheard of to
close a gas station in the middle of a weekday afternoon; in fact he knew
if he was discovered, he would be fired on the spot. But his surging lust
for this strange, exotic young woman overcame all his doubt and anxiety.
Indeed the minute Lorraine had placed his grimy palm on her obscenely naked
cunt his penis had hardened instantly, and it was still pulsing savagely,
longing to fuck her immediately. He pulled down the shade of the office and
locked the door carefully. Then he lowered each of the garage doors, so
that the garage was locked up tighter than a drum. For good measure, he
hung a "back in one hour" sign on the door. Then, after a last look around
the street and pavement to make sure they were empty, he went into the
garage. What he saw made his eyes pop.
Lorraine had taken off all her clothes and was sprawled on the shining
metal hood of the Imperial standing on the grease rack. She was lying on
her stomach, her white skin and bright red hair a vivid contrast to the
glistening dark maroon of the car metal. She began undulating and twisting
her body on the cool metal as if she were trying to ... to fuck the shining
hood! Her eyes were half-closed as she bucked and writhed. Ed stared in
disbelief. In the back of his mind something told him that Lorraine's
depravity was deeper than anything he had ever known in any girl; she 
seemed to go to any lengths to satisfy her senses. Maybe, he thought, maybe
this is what comes of Vallus; maybe she's gone crazy from what she learned
in that Cult. But these thoughts were but a dim call; primary in his
consciousness was his own lust and the sense of lewd delight that rippled
through him as he saw her warm, gleaming body undulating on the cold metal
of that streamlined car. His penis shuddered with a new spasm of aching
desire. Half-crazed with what he saw, he began to tear off his own clothes,
longing to join the wanton redhead in whatever sensual desires happened to
come to them.
Lorraine's eyes widened with obscene delight as she saw this sandy-haired,
muscular man frantically stripping himself. She watched intently as he
exposed his thick chest, strewn with light, curling hairs. She stared at
the hard sculptured ridges of his stomach, rippling and tightening as he
leaned over to remove his grimy boots and jeans. Soon his body was
completely nude, and Lorraine drank in every beautiful inch of him with
increasing desire. His strong, hairy legs, his thighs and buttocks, so
sinewy and lean, and his enormous cock and balls all intensified her
craving to have him take her in the garage, to fuck her breathless!
Fully naked, Ed moved slowly across the garage toward her. He stared as she
lay on the hood of the Imperial, gazing at him with openly lustful desire.
She was on her back now and her breasts jutted up toward the ceiling like
two mountain peaks, her curvaceous body seemingly poured over the shining
metal of the car in a soft, sensuous invitation to fuck. Shivers of animal
excitement rumbled through his body like bursts of thunder. His cock was
throbbing with acute anticipation; his soft tender balls tightened and
pulsed with potency and desire. Every muscle in his body seemed to come
alive and prepare itself for the seething passion that was ready to unfold.
"Hey, baby!" he said as he approached her. "You're really something."
"You're something yourself," Lorraine said, running her tongue over her
lips in lewd and open admiration. She suddenly slid off the hood of the car
and knelt before him on the oily floor of the garage. Before Ed knew what
was happening, the brazen redhead had edged back the silky envelope of
foreskin around his aching cock and had fully exposed its rubbery purplish
head. Then she edged her lithe young body closer to him and closed her lips
tautly around the sensitive top of his cock-head and began to lightly suck
at it, her tongue darting teasingly over the warm skin.
"Ooooohhhh, that feels sooo gooood!" Ed groaned as he felt Lorraine's teeth
biting slightly at the hard, blood-engorged head. Then she moved her mouth
further along his aching shaft, reveling in the hotly pulsing flesh. As her
lips slid along the entire sensitive length of his penis, Lorraine felt it
widening at the middle and expanding still farther until its full girth had
finally been accepted far back into the tender depths of her throat. Her
tightly ovalled lips came to rest against the very base of his pounding
cock, and the delicate curls of Ed's bristly pubic hair tickled her nose
and chin. It was like having a huge thick sword in her mouth; she closed
her lips tightly around it, prepared to endure its punishment.
Ed gripped the thick, silky strands of her flame-colored hair as the
student of the Cult of Vallus sucked greedily on his prick. Flames of lust
licked hotly at his loins and spread quickly through his entire body. The
smell of her fragrant, musky perfume was mixed with the familiar garage
smells, and the combination made for an erotic headiness that increased his
sense of illicit passion. Periodically Ed felt anxious about the fact that
they might be discovered in the garage at any moment by a curious customer,
or even the boss or another mechanic. But all these worries were dashed
aside as Lorraine sucked skillfully at his cock - so well that the only
thing that reached his consciousness with any real force was the
incredible, obscene excitement that pervaded him.
"Yeeeessss!" Marion's husband sighed as Lorraine pulled wildly at his
lust-swollen penis with her lewd, wet mouth. "Yeeeeesssss!"
As the young girl sucked, Ed lay back against the car hood and his passion
spiraled as the cool metal pressed itself against the hot flesh of his
lusty body. His back tingled with the sensation and his buttocks rubbed
sensuously against the car fender as Lorraine took the full length of his
desire-hardened cock into her oral cavity and moved back and forth like a
demon-possessed man-woman. Ed was spread-eagled now across the car's hood,
and Lorraine sucked hungrily at his genitals, hunching her body obscenely
between his widespread thighs and running her hands maddeningly up and down
his body as if she couldn't get enough of this handsome hunk of man.
"Mnnnnnggggghhhhh," she mewled as her mouth slavered over his nakedly
upthrust cock. "Mmmmmmnnnnn ..."
Lorraine craved this kind of dangerous excitement! Ever since her
initiation by Raoul and Alida into the Sign of Vallus, she had come to know
stranger and more bizarre forms of sexual play, and once this had been
opened up to her, she couldn't get enough of it. For a while, her
encounters with Raoul and Alida in the worship chambers had satisfied her;
but now she hungered after bizarre sexuality from the minute she woke up.
She took her lewd pleasure now wherever and whenever she could find it, all
in the name of Vallus. For it was the all-pervading image of the cat-God
and his symbol that seemed to be driving her on. The merest memory of the
demon would automatically set the redhead's body quivering; her flesh and
spirit would begin to lust for wild satisfaction, and she was helpless in
its thrall. She was bound now to Vallus, and she worked only to add money 
to Raoul and Alida's coffers. Whenever she didn't work she pursued her
dark, compulsive, obscene desires wherever they took her. Anywhere.
Anytime. She never paused to question what she was doing. She simply
abandoned herself completely to her corrupt feelings.
But Ed was unaware of all this as he lay heavily breathing on the hood of
the Imperial, eyes closed, caught in a sensuous whirlpool of excitement
that Lorraine had produced in him with her lewd sucking and obscene noises.
He was almost adrift in aching eroticism, almost reaching an elevating
orgasm ... when suddenly she pulled away. He opened his eyes for a moment
to see what was happening, but she had disappeared.
Where the hell is she? he thought. What's going on?
"Lorraine?" he called. There was no answer. "Lorraine?"
Christ, maybe she was a goddamn vision. Maybe I'm having hallucinations!
She was nowhere to be seen in the garage. Then suddenly he noticed that one
of the back doors to the Imperial was slightly open. He moved toward the
back of the car and through the glass could see Lorraine's naked white body
spread out alluringly on the black leather upholstery. She was looking at
him with one eyebrow arched in sensuous invitation and a lewd smile playing
on her lips. One of her hands rested on her hip, falling temptingly over
her flesh and just barely touching her own cinnamon-colored pubic hair. She
had one knee pulled up slightly to expose the pinkly throbbing petal-edges
of her cuntal lips. Her mouth was half-open and her tongue licked obscenely
across her lips.
Ed quickly opened the door of the car and moved inside. He hovered
pantingly over her and a current of wild, erotic energy leaped between
their hot, hungry flesh. Inside the car they were closed off in their own
little world, surrounded by supple, black leather and pungent sexual odors.
It was a perfect place to fuck! Perfect!
He leaned over her body, arching his thickly-muscled frame like an animal
in heat. With his hand, he nudged his lust-inflamed cock into the lewdly
splayed entrance of her seeping pussy.
"Oh," she moaned, "slide that beautiful big prick of yours right up into
me, right into me!"
"Fuck ..." he cried. "Fuck!"
With a sharp convulsive movement, he shoved his thickly swollen penis all
the way up into the redhead's clinging cunt, pushing it all the way in 
until he filled her completely like a gun in its case. She moaned beneath
him on the black leather car seat, and a shudder coursed hotly through his
body. He felt like an all-powerful god, just as he had felt before in her
apartment!
"Oh, Christ," he groaned, "I've never felt like this before! Oh, baby!"
"That is because of Vallus," she said suddenly. "You feel the power of
Vallus! I knew you would! Hail Vallus! Hail Vallus!"
So that's it, he thought. Vallus!
He realized that perhaps she was right, perhaps this incredible potency and
power he felt were a result of Vallus. And for the first time, his interest
in the group transcended his contempt. He found himself unconsciously
repeating the hypnotic phrase ...
"Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallusssss ..."
He began to rhythmically swing his hips, forcibly fucking his thick cock in
and out of her streaming pussy. The crude chant had an incredibly
stimulating effect on his brain, and Ed's lustfully aching penis throbbed
and bulged with increasing desire. His softly dangling balls, already
filling with sperm, pulsed lewdly as they slapped against the warm folds of
Lorraine's anal crevice. She twisted and moaned under his increasingly
powerful thrusts.
Lorraine loved to feel this man moving like an animal deep inside her,
raging against the undulating walls of her vagina. His rubbery,
blood-swollen cock head was smashing painfully against the cushiony
hardness of her trembling cervix and she wanted more ... MORE!
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me! SCREW ME GOOD! BABY, FUCK ME GOOD!"
Ed began to pump away at her like a bull, battering her mercilessly. He
felt every muscle in his body straining with sensuality and lust.
"UUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned, "O O O O H H H H H Y E E E E S S S S S!
YEEEESSSSSS!"
She ran her hands over his sinewy workingman's body as he slithered
snake-like over her, his penis rippling along the palpitating walls of her
cunt like a flaming hot poker. She was reveling in it; her eyes were glazed
with excitement as she pumped and thrust her hips lewdly upward in feverish
acceptance of his brutal strokes. She spread her legs wide and bent her
knees as much as possible to give him complete ease of entry as he sank 
deeper and deeper up into her slippery, passion-drenched pussy. He filled
her as no one had ever filled her before, and was fucking her as no one had
ever fucked her -- not even Raoul!
The two squirming bodies thrashed wildly on the supple black leather
upholstery of the car, their passion mounting to incredible proportions. Ed
grunted and heaved as he rammed his viciously skewering cock headlong into
her streaming vaginal flesh. His brain was reeling with the dimensions of
his newfound power. He felt every bit as strong as that picture he
remembered of Vallus with the gigantic genitalia.
Lorraine's whole body trembled with the earthquaking excitement of their
fucking. Closing her eyes, she saw flying pinwheels of exploding color that
spun wildly as Ed sliced his cock up between her obscenely thrashing legs
"OOOOHHHHHHH!" she screamed in naked abandon, "OOOOHHHHH!"
Suddenly, from outside the car came a beeping. My God! It's a customer, Ed
thought suddenly. Christ, it's a customer!
Ed was suddenly gripped with fear, fear of discovery combined with a rush
of anxiety about the crude, vile act of which he was a willing partner. The
beeping continued.
Lorraine could feel his passion suddenly falter; quickly she dug her long
nails into the flesh of his back, as if to shock him back to the sensuous
whirlpool into which they had both sunk. She gyrated her hips wildly, the
hot, wet walls of her pussy clutching demandingly at his mammoth masculine
hardness still trapped deeply within her loins.
Feeling the sharp, intense pain of her nails digging into his skin, Ed
turned back to his naked redhead. The beeping suddenly stopped and he heard
the car pull out of the station onto the street. In a dizzying rush, his
fear was forced into oblivion by the strange words Lorraine was chanting
...
"Surrender to Vallus ... surrender to Vallus ... Hail Vallus! Hail Vallus!"
Suddenly he was potent and powerful again. With a savage cry, he began
furiously fucking his cock into her as if possessed by a demon. "Hail
Vallus! Hail Vallus!" he cried, abandoning himself totally. His eyes rolled
back in his head and his breathing became fast and hard as he resumed his
insane, inspired fucking, his body consumed by raging passion.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!" he screamed as he neared a searing climax. His balls
were shaking, bursting with seed and longing to shoot their boiling load 
into the pulsing interior of Lorraine's hotly steaming cunt.
"AH ... AH ... AH ..." he began to groan in the gathering turbulence of his
verging climax.
Lorraine knew her own release was not far off; her pussy was shaking and
shuddering, aching and pleading for orgastic relief. A breathtaking spasm
clutched stabbingly at her knotted stomach and gushed through her entire
body as she closed her eyes and sank into a surging sea of ecstasy. Waves
of uncontrollable delight washed over her as Ed fucked his screaming cock
in and out of her. She ran her hands over his wet, straining body and
kneaded the fleshy globes of his buttocks that bobbed obscenely as he
fucked into her deeper and harder and even more rapidly
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGH!" he cried out suddenly, shooting forth the first hot
streams of his heavy cum. His body was trembling and bucking frantically in
a roaring, rising tide of orgasm.
Lorraine felt his boiling seed pouring into her wildly sucking young cunt,
splashing off her quivering vaginal walls and merging with her own honeyed
essence.
She was cumming too!
"OOOOHHHHHHHHBBBAAAABBEEEEE!" she cried, as she felt the searing
rocket-load of pent-up male cum spurt out of his insanely pistoning cock
and mix with her own draining vapor. She was torn apart by the volcanic
churning deep inside her body, and felt submerged, carried away on a
torrent of unbridled cumming.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, their passion drained and Ed,
finally satiated, moved away from the red-haired young girl and sat naked
and panting on the cool leather seat of the ear.
Lorraine drowsily gazed at him through half-closed eyelids, purring warmly
from the wonderful excitement of what had just happened.
"The thing I like most about this gas station," she said in a sultry voice,
"is that the service is so good."
Ed laughed aloud and leaned over to kiss her full, red lips.
Chapter 6
At approximately the same hour that day, Alida sat at the desk of the outer
office counting a pile of bills. Marion stood before her, trembling and
ashamed. Seated nearby, watching his mother, was Raoul.
"Two hundred dollars!" Alida said with contempt. "That's not nearly
enough."
"I ... I don't have any more," Marion said in a frightened voice. "It's my
whole savings ..."
"You must bring more," Alida said imperiously.
"I-I haven't got any! I told you."
"No?" Alida asked, her eyes narrowing. "Oh surely, you must have some.
Perhaps some mad money tucked away or something you were saving for a
special occasion ..."
"Why don't you believe me?" Marion said, tears brimming in her eyes. "Oh,
please ..."
She brought her hands to her face to conceal the cascading tears; her body
shook with sobs. Sensing the difficulty, Raoul moved in smoothly.
"Mother ... Mother, you are too harsh with Marion. After all, she is the
chosen priestess of Vallus. Don't cry Marion," he said, reaching out and
gently touching her cheek. "Everything's going to be fine. You mustn't
misjudge mother. She gets over-zealous sometimes in her efforts to please
our Master. So if she is harsh, please forgive her. Isn't that right,
Mother?"
Alida smiled slyly at her son.
"Yes, Raoul. I do get carried away sometimes. Forgive me, Marion. Will
you?"
Fooled by their sincere tone, Marion began to relax a little.
"Come into the worship chamber," Raoul whispered as he stood close to her.
"I have something to show you."
"No ... no," Marion said, "I couldn't. I have to be getting home."
Raoul gazed into her eyes with a hypnotic intensity.
"Just for a moment," he said in a low voice. "We have a new addition to the
chamber and I think you will be pleased. Come. Forget this little quarrel 
over money. We must not concern ourselves with the material things of this
world. Isn't that right?"
"Yes ... yes ..." she said softly, unable to tear herself away from Raoul's
dark, glistening eyes.
"Come into the chamber, oh chosen one, oh beauty of the night creatures
..."
He gently took her hand and led her into the interior of the building.
Marion followed like an obedient child, too confused and frightened to
resist. As they left, Alida quickly locked the front door of the office and
put the money away in a locked box.
Raoul ushered Marion into the velvet-lined room. As she entered, she
gasped, for now, behind the low altar of the wall opposite the mirror was
an enormous golden statue of Vallus, exactly as it appeared in the bizarre
illustration she had seen. The giant metal figure towered over the room,
his mammoth genitals sculpted lewdly; the statue seemed to radiate a
strange, compelling power.
"You see? That is why mother is so insistent on the money. Things like this
which are absolutely necessary to our proper worship are very expensive."
"It's ... it's beautiful," Marion said, gazing at the huge statue, unable
to tear her eyes away from it.
"There's more," he said and for a moment he disappeared into the folds of
the heavy curtains. After a short silence, the sound of drums, pounding
jungle drums, began to fill the room. Marion was startled by the sound of
it, and the heavy, insistent rhythm disturbed her. Raoul came into the room
again, smiling.
"Now we have the proper background sounds for our ceremonials. Don't you
agree?"
"Well ... it's very impressive ... but ..."
"Do the drums bother you?" Raoul asked, arching an eyebrow slightly.
"A little ..." Marion said in a low voice. "It's so strange ... almost like
a heartbeat ..."
"Exactly ... exactly," Raoul said.
With a look of ecstasy clouding his face, Raoul closed his eyes and began 
to weave about the room in complete and sensuous abandon. Marion watched
him intently. He was dressed in a tight pair of pants, made out of a
material very much like satin; he was nude from the waist up and barefoot.
The tight, shiny material of his exotic pants outlined every swelling and
indentation of his loins and legs. As he danced, Marion found herself
staring at the gypsy's lean, hard body and at the huge bulge in his pants
that seemed to pulse and grow with every step of the strange dance he was
performing. The sounds of the drums, as well as the heavy scent of incense
that filled the rooms, made Marion's head begin to swim; her body began to
jerk spasmodically with the sound of the drums that seemed to issue forth
from the cloth-draped walls as if by magic. And hovering over the entire
grotesque scene was the golden statue of Vallus, implacable and terrifying.
As Raoul danced, he once again began to rub his hands over his entire body,
periodically exciting his genitals by massaging the crotch of his tight,
silky trousers. Marion was repelled by the sight of him, and wanted to
scream and run from the room. But she couldn't. She was hypnotized by what
was happening, and as she watched Raoul performing his now-familiar ritual
of self-gratification, she felt a welling-up of that strange feeling she
had come to know the day before during her wild, orgiastic encounter in
this very room. Her skin tingled as she remembered how madly passionate she
had felt, how wicked and lewd, like an altogether new person. Now, spurred
on by the drums, the incense and Raoul's obscene contortions, in the back
of her mind a compelling desire began to form ... a desire she hardly dared
admit was there ... but ... yes ... she had ENJOYED IT! DEEP INSIDE SHE
WANTED TO GIVE HERSELF TO VALLUS AGAIN!
Raoul was slipping out of his tight, shiny pants and soon stood fully naked
in the murky half-light of the chamber. Marion could not keep her eyes away
from his wiry, tight-muscled body; he looked so beautiful to her now as her
eyes drank in the handsome, curl-fringed face with the thick, sensual lips
and dark, flashing eyes. She gazed unconsciously in open admiration at his
sculpted chest muscles, the dark tendrils of hair that twined across his
chest and down his muscled stomach to his loins spreading in a sudden burst
around his genitals. And dangling before her, was his enormous cock and
balls, swinging like a vulgar pendulum between his legs. Raoul's eyes
became glazed as he danced, and he began to swing his pelvis back and
forth, while his penis sprang hugely to life. He grasped it lewdly with his
hands and stood before Marion like a crazed madman, bending his knees
slightly and thrusting his hips and genitals up towards her in an obscene
invitation to fuck.
"Dance ..." he groaned, consumed by the rising tide of sexual passion,
"dance with me, oh priestess. In tribute to Vallus."
The drums began to echo in Marion's brain, she was caught up in the 
turbulent rhythms and her body began to jerk involuntarily back and forth.
Laughing, Raoul danced away from her like a young satyr and continued his
bizarre, erotic dance tribute to the demon-god. Marion found herself
tearing at the buttons of her blouse, ripping it from her body. A frenzy of
excitement passed through her and the normally timid young housewife soon
divested herself completely of all her clothing.
After all, she thought, I am the priestess of Vallus! I must pay tribute to
Vallus! I must! I must! I must!
Totally lost now under Raoul's artful power of suggestion, Marion began to
sway and undulate her body in the same obscene fashion as Raoul. Raoul was
openly fingering his sexual organs, as if he was going to bring himself to
climax as he danced. At first Marion was shocked by what he was doing, but
she was so hypnotized by the drums and incense that after a moment it
seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. A natural tribute to
Vallus. She danced with renewed abandon.
Although Raoul seemed to be completely caught in his mad dance, part of him
kept a sharp eye on Marion's activities. Seeing her now totally naked, a
new surge of lust coursed through his already inflamed, excited torso.
Christ what a body, he thought! She's swallowed the whole line we gave her,
hook, line and sinker. She's not only giving us money, she still has faith
in Vallus! Damn!
He watched her, his randy passion rising madly, as she danced nakedly
around the room to the throbbing drums. Her white, luminous skin seemed to
glow and the light from the candles made strange, pinkish patterns over her
body. Her blonde hair swung like a wind-tossed cloud about her finely
sculpted face, and her deep, blue eyes seemed to sparkle from the rush of
strange excitement. Her huge, red-tipped breasts bounced and shimmered as
she thrashed her body, and it was all Raoul could do to keep from throwing
her down on the rug and fucking her right there on the spot. His eyes were
glued to her ripe, pendulous breasts as they quivered and swung with
excitement. Then his eyes roved down the rest of her ripe, young body, down
the trembling planes of her stomach and over the soft curves of her hips.
Little by little, she lost all inhibitions and her vile dance became more
and more lewd and abandoned. Raoul's eyes nearly popped out of his head as
he saw her fingers slip almost unconsciously down between her legs!
She's really lost now, he thought with a wicked leer. She's got her fingers
right in her pussy! She's going to fuck herself!
Marion, indeed completely captivated, found her fingers exploring wildly
the softly curling tendrils of her pale pubic hair and the pinkly quivering
flesh of her vaginal furrow. The soft fleshy folds were already moist and
her fingers ran teasingly along the full length of her trembling pussy.
Little electric shocks rippled through Marion's body as she grazed the
tiny, sensation-filled bud of her clitoris and then began to rub and twist
it with complete abandon.
"UNNNNnnnnnggggghhhh!" she moaned aloud, as she felt the tingles of
excitement deep in her naked belly.
The pretty blonde pulled and twisted the excited nub of flesh and undulated
her body lewdly around the ceremonial chamber as the drums drove her on.
Perspiration began to break out on her body, covering her with a light, wet
film and making her glisten in the candlelight. Her mind was a whirlpool of
crude and vulgar images; the statue of Vallus, Raoul naked before her and
still manipulating himself just as she was now doing, memories of the day
before, and strange fantasies of herself as a priestess in ancient Sumeria.
She had lost all power to reason and think clearly. She was under the spell
of an awe-inspiring god who was half-man, half-cat.
"OOOOOoooohhhhh!!" Marion mewled, still prodding wildly at her pinkly rigid
clitoris and feeling her body become convulsed with intense lust. Her pale,
translucent skin shivered with hot sparks produced by her mad
self-gratification. Raoul stood before her, still pulling and jerking on
his massively erect penis. She could see his heavy, sperm-bloated balls
shaking obscenely as he rubbed his desire-inflamed cock. His olive-skinned
body gleamed and glistened as he moved closer to her. Through her
half-closed eyes, it seemed to Marion that the two of them were no longer
in the worship chamber, but in some ancient Sumerian temple, performing a
dance of gratification in honor of Vallus. Yes! That was it! IT WAS ANOTHER
TIME! ANOTHER PLACE! SHE WAS NO LONGER DULL, DRAB MARION HILL, SUBURBAN
HOUSEWIFE! SHE WAS A HIGH PRIESTESS OF VALLUS!
"HAIL VALLUS!" she found herself screaming, "HAIL VALLUS!"
Now her excitement began to mount, and she plunged her fingers suddenly
into her wet, steaming cuntal entrance, craving sexual release. She rammed
and prodded, finger fucking herself to undreamed of heights of passion.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she cried, as her naked body shook with convulsive spasms.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The gypsy's own lust was surging madly at the sight of Marion's complete
loss of inhibitions. Even though he had witnessed many strange scenes,
rarely had he seen any girl lose herself so completely. He pulled and
jerked at his inflated, pulsing cock, squeezing just behind the
blood-engorged head and insistently stroking the sensitive underside, all 
the while feeling the first stirrings of orgasm begin to rise in his
quivering flesh. The room was a raging hallucination of sexual play and
wild erotic dancing, heightened by the persistent, throbbing pounding of
the jungle drums.
Another voice suddenly intruded in the onrush of passion.
It was Alida, High Priestess of Vallus, who suddenly appeared from the
folds of the velvet drapes, stripped totally naked. Her eyes widened
excitedly as she saw the two young people in the throes of impassioned
self-gratification. She, too, was aroused, as she had been watching for
some time from the two-way mirror, taking more pictures, but her passion
had grown so that she could no longer be a spectator. She wanted to join in
the climax!
Raoul, suddenly interrupted in his passionate gestures, gazed approvingly
at the voluptuous body of his mother. Though in her early forties, Alida
gave the impression of being much younger; indeed her ripe curvaceous body
and her proudly rising breasts were as desirable as any young girl's. Her
long black hair hung alluringly down to the small of her back, and her face
was a mask of hot desire.
At Alida's sudden arrival, however, Marion immediately lost her sense of
wild excitement and retreated against the heavy drapes, apprehensive and
suddenly embarrassed at being caught in the middle of her obscene dance.
"Don't be frightened, my dear," the gypsy woman said with deceptive warmth,
seeing the pretty blonde crouching against the dark blue velvet. "I have
simply come to join the ceremonial. You need have no fear. Come. Let us
begin. HAIL VALLUS! HAIL VALLUS!" she cried.
Raoul joined her.
"HAIL VALLUS! HAIL VALLUS!"
Soon, even Marion was caught up again in the strange, hypnotic chant, and
was beginning to become absorbed once more in the bizarre spell of the
cat-demon.
Alida moved slowly and adoringly towards the altar, her eyes glued to the
huge statue and the massive genitals. She raised her hands in ritual
supplication, then lay back on the thick carpet in front of it.
"I SURRENDER TO VALLUS!" cried the petite blonde housewife. "I SURRENDER TO
HIS WILL."
With formal steps, in rhythm to the pounding drums, Raoul approached Marion
and took her hand.
"Come," he said. "Now is the time. The ceremonial begins."
Marion was positioned so that she was facing the altar; on the floor before
her, Alida lay serene and radiant. Slowly, in time with the pounding drums,
Raoul forced Marion into a kneeling position before his mother. As he did,
Alida spread her legs wide, fully exposing her fleshy vaginal slit. As
Raoul began to nudge Marion gently towards that hotly pulsing vee, the
timid blonde suddenly realized what was going to happen. Her mind leaped in
panic.
Oh no! NO! THEY WANT ME TO LICK HER! THEY WANT ME TO STICK MY TONGUE INTO
HER VAGINA! NO! NO! Her mind was screaming in protest.
"No, please ..." she cried. "I can't! I CAN'T!"
"YEEESSS! YESSSSS!" Raoul hissed, forcing her down towards the gypsy
woman's anxiously waiting pussy. "SURRENDER TO VALLUS, YOU CUNT!
SURRENDER!"
Tears filled Marion's eyes once again. So, she thought, here is the
ultimate degradation! They've taken my money and my self-respect as well!
Oh how did I ever get in to this? How? Ed! Oh help me! Help me!
But despite her resistance, Raoul pressed her forward with a vise-like
grip. He forced her to kneel on the floor between his mother's widely
spread legs, her face only inches away from Alida's wetly glistening pussy
flesh. How could she resist? There was no way out! Closing her eyes and
fighting back all revulsion as best she could, Marion moved closer. She
could smell the musky, female scent rising from the older woman's loins,
and although she was at first disgusted by it, the sharp fragrance again
aroused her defenseless body. Despite her anxiety, the nakedly subservient
young woman felt the renewed stirrings of sexual passion. She opened her
mouth and pushed out her tongue.
At first, as her tongue delicately licked at the moist cuntal outer-lips
and she tasted the slightly tart, female wetness, she recoiled. But as she
continued, Marion found herself little by little losing her will to resist.
The drums pounded insistently in the worship chamber and in her head as she
began to tentatively explore the quivering female flesh in front of her.
She shivered as she rimmed her tongue around the delicate strands of dark
curling pubic hair that lined the soft, pink cleft. Finding the gypsy
woman's tiny erect clitoris and brushing her tongue lightly over it, Marion
was startled to feel it respond and harden, to quiver with excitement.
"AAAAANNNGGGGGHHH!" Alida moaned as Marion's warm tongue slid over her
vaginal furrow and nibbled teasingly at her clitoris. She began to writhe
with delight on the dark blue carpet. She crushed her wetly pulsing pussy
up to meet Marion's lashing tongue, pushing her eager flesh upwards,
opening her vaginal passage as wide as possible to admit the magical,
electrifying tip.
Raoul watched lasciviously as Marion licked at his mother's pussy. His hand
was clasped tight around his hard, swollen prick, recharged by the
passionate scene he was witnessing, and he was again manipulating himself
into a frenzy of lust as Alida twisted lewdly on the carpet under Marion's
licking tongue.
Marion submitted completely to the obscene spell. Like a madwoman, devoid
of all reason, she began to drive her tongue deep into Alida's hungrily
accepting cunt. She ground her mouth down into the pulsing furrow, snaking
her sharply pointed tongue viciously into that steaming wet interior.
"LICK ME GOOD!" Alida cried out in pleasure. "LICK ME GOOD IN THE NAME OF
VALLUS!"
Alida could scarcely believe the events of the past twenty-four hours. Why
it was only yesterday morning that she had been wishing a new disciple of
Vallus would turn up to replenish their dwindling coffers and give her and
Raoul a new young body to use as they wished. Now, with this lovely, nave,
blonde girl sucking and licking at her pussy, the gypsy allowed herself to
sink into a surging sea of ecstasy and delight. It was better than she had
dared hope! She twisted her hips and raised her knees to give Marion
complete access to her pulsing, shuddering pussy.
"That's it!" she cried. "That's it!"
Raoul, driven to the point of near madness by his lust, moved up behind
Marion as if compelled by the sight of her naked young buttocks waving
lewdly in the air before him. His eyes were glued to the darkly hidden
crevice between her asscheeks. He was now consumed by a passion so deep and
so compulsive, that his mind flickered with the lewdest and vilest of
thoughts. He reached out his hands and spread the young blonde's asscheeks
wide, his eyes riveted to the puckery little hole nestled in the warm
crack.
Marion, lost completely in the pungent moistness up between Alida's legs,
dimly realized that Raoul was exploring her rectal crevice. She shivered as
his fingers ran teasingly up and down the length of that forbidden part of
her.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnn ..." she mewled as she continued to drive her tongue deep
into Alida's pussy. "MMMMMNNNN ..." It was thrilling for her to feel
someone's fingers exploring her rear crevice, and the excitement she
experienced almost banished whatever shame and revulsion she would normally
have felt.
The gypsy tentatively pressed his finger at Marion's nakedly presented anal
entrance, and as he did, Marion suddenly grasped the reality of what was
about to happen to her. HE WAS GOING TO TAKE HER FROM BEHIND! IN HER ANUS!
NO ONE HAD EVER DONE THAT BEFORE!
"NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, raising her head from between Alida's legs.
But Alida suddenly, viciously, grabbed Marion by her blonde curls and
cruelly crushed her face and tongue back into the wet vaginal slit.
"BITCH!" Alida cried.
Then, with iron cruelty, Raoul jammed the middle finger on his right hand
into Marion's tightly puckered hole.
"UUUUUMMMMMMMMNNNNN!" Marion screamed as best she could, her face still
jammed against Alida's wet pussy.
The pain was too much to endure! She had never known such sharp horrible
pain! In a turbulent rush, she was once again filled with guilt and disgust
at what she had gotten herself into. She had been fooled time and time
again by these people, and now, here was the ultimate shame! She moaned and
twisted, but the gypsy woman held her firmly by the hair, forcing Marion to
continue licking at her throbbing cunt. At the same time, Raoul gripped
Marion's wildly jerking hips with one hand, and cruelly rammed the middle
finger of the other hand up into her tight anal crevice, widening it,
forcing entry as Marion twisted in terror and pain.
OH GOD, she thought, WHAT'S HAPPENING! WHAT'S HAPPENING? HOW DID I LET
MYSELF FALL SO LOW?
"UUUUUNNNNNMMMMMGGGGGH!" she mewled as Raoul unmercifully rammed and
prodded his middle finger into her shuddering back passage, sending
stinging shafts of pain through Marion's twisting, tortured body.
Alida held her tightly, cruelly by the hair and forced her to lick and rim
her pussy with her tongue. Raoul then removed his finger from Marion's
aching anal passage, and holding her firmly by the hip, placed his thickly
swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, at the puckered rear entrance.
Marion felt the hard, rubbery head of his shaft exploring her from behind.
It was poised at the head of her anal passage like a wooden spear ready to
plunge into the heart of its helpless victim. Then, with sudden intensity,
Raoul drove his thickly engorged rod savagely into her tight, virginal anus
with such a vicious jerk that Marion's face was crushed brutally against
the wet, pulsing flesh of Alida's pussy. Her rectal channel was consumed
with sharp, searing pain that shot forward up her back like hot, lead
bullets. Her mind screamed!
NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO!
The nakedly entrapped young housewife had never known such pain before in
her life and she was filled with shame and loathing. In her most secret
thoughts she had never imagined such a thing could ever happen to anyone,
yet here she was being humiliated by two strangers, a mother and son, like
a beaten captive.
"OOOOHHHH BABBEEEEE!" Raoul grunted as he pushed his massively throbbing
penis farther up into the tense, vainly repulsing interior of Marion's
nether cheeks. He began to fuck her slowly in and out, each sodomizing
thrust widening the painfully straining channel. Alida began to twist and
jerk her gypsy hips while gripping Marion's hair and forcing her to drive
her tongue deeply into the older woman's steaming pussy. Raoul increased
his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moist flesh of Marion's
vaginal slit. Marion felt she was being split in two as his harsh cruel
strokes came faster and faster into her tender anus.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH!" Alida moaned as Marion's hot tongue rammed and whirled
inside her pussy.
Marion, weary of resisting and consumed by pain and loathing, gave in
completely to the cruelty of the strange gypsy pair. Impaled as she was
from behind by Raoul's thick penis, ripping into her rectal flesh like a
burning sword, and Alida gripping mercilessly at her hair and forcing her
to fuck her orally, there was nothing she could do but surrender. Surrender
completely. Her helpless body was wracked with pain, and her mind was awash
with disgust.
WHY SHOULD SUCH A HORRIBLE THING HAPPEN TO ME? WHY?
Yet, as Raoul increased his painful rear fucking, and as her tongue rubbed
deeper into Alida's ever-widening vaginal channel, Marion found herself
curiously becoming taken over by another, somehow familiar feeling ... that
same feeling she had known the day before! She slowly became lost in the
obscene ceremonial; she was crushed and broken under the painful strokes 
from behind, and nearly smothered by the wet flesh of Alida's pussy in
front of her. Yet ... there was no denying it ... something else was
beginning to happen ... that other person, that strange lewd creature she
had only begun to know the day before was beginning to rise again. She was
... beginning to ... enjoy it! YES! HER BODY WAS BEGINNING TO RESPOND LIKE
A CRAZED ANIMAL! THE SPELL OF VALLUS WAS TAKING HER OVER! SHE WANTED MORE!
MORE! MORE!
Her body began to ripple with a new excitement. She felt as if she were
melting. Out of the humiliation and shame she began to be washed by
voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain bearable ... yes ... yes
even delicious! With a vengeance, she started licking and sucking at the
gypsy woman's nakedly splayed cunt. Losing herself completely in the new
sensations, Marion relaxed her rear muscles and opened the way for Raoul's
slicing, pounding cock to come into her anal hole as deeply as he wanted.
For all she cared he could tear her apart! DESTROY HER! SHE WANTED TO
EXPLODE IN THE WILD ORGY OF EXCITEMENT THAT CONSUMED HER! YEEEESSSSS!
YEEEEESSSSSS!
Sensing her new abandon, Raoul fucked his thick, blood-engorged cock deeper
and deeper up into her rectal flesh. His hips pumped furiously.
"HAIL VALLUS!" he screamed, watching his mother twist passionately under
Marion's insanely licking tongue.
The older woman had closed her eyes now and was carried away on a rush of
passion triggered by Marion's surrender to the ceremonial. She was thrilled
at the sight of her strong, beautiful son battering the young blonde from
the rear like she was a whore and this lewd idea charged her with new
excruciating desire.
"OOOHHHHHYEEEESSS!" she cried, as Marion's tongue seemed to plunge all the
way into her convulsing pussy. "YEEEEESSSSSSS!"
All three bodies were heaving and twisting shamelessly on the rug as the
drums continued to fill the ceremonial room with a lewd, insistent beat.
The incense swirled about the room like musky smoke and drove the thrashing
trio into greater heights of obscene abandon. Their torsos were gleaming
and their muscles straining under the brutalizing force of their sexuality.
Above them, the implacable face of Vallus gazed upon the vulgar scene in
mute approval.
Raoul grunted and heaved his prick deeply into Marion's rectal passage. He
fucked insanely in and out of her, driven wild with unimaginable
sensuality. Marion received his iron-hard blows with a gasping ecstasy.
Suddenly, she was caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of lust.
I'M CUMMMMMINGG, SHE THOUGHT. I'M CUMMING!
As she began to convulse with the onrush of orgasm, Raoul's own body began
to respond. He was cumming too! He could feel the white-hot sperm gathering
and surging in his throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of
pounding, yearning seed.
" AH ... AHH ... AHHHHHH ..." he shrieked as the tension grew and grew.
Alida, also, felt her shaking, undulating pussy flesh begin to shimmer with
new abandon as Marion's tongue, caught in the rush of climax, whirled madly
around and jabbed violently up between her legs.
"OOOOHHHHH! I ... I ... I'M CUMMMIINNNNGGGGG!"
She shrieked loudly, above the incessantly pounding drums, as the sweet,
aching essence of orgasm gushed through her loins and washed like a
steaming vapor down her pussy. Her female juices cascaded down over
Marion's still frantically plunging tongue, and streamed down between
Alida's thighs.
"AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Raoul cried, as he shot his sperm into Marion's
rectum. He was seized by convulsive spasms as his crazily jerking penis
shot torrent after torrent of white-hot cum deep into her.
Marion could feel the boiling, surging river enter her hotly and burn
searingly through her belly. Her body felt like it was splintering apart,
and her own ripe pussy was oozing its warm fluid in complete response to
the mad climax that rocked the room. She felt lost in a violent earthquake
of passion; closing her eyes she could see wild explosions like starbursts
of rocket-fire. She had never felt so good! Never!
"OOOooooooooo ..." Alida sighed, consumed by her shattering climaxing. Her
entire body seemed to be merging with the soft carpeting beneath her, and
she was moaning pleasurably as the orgasm rolled through her body like a
hot tidal wave.
Finally, after draining the last of his thick, male fluid deep into her
anal canal, Raoul pulled back with a sudden pop as his still thickly
inflamed cock head pulled out of her desperately stretched and aching hole.
He slumped, exhausted on the dark blue carpet of the worship chamber.
The gypsy woman, her passion ebbing away, closed her eyes and was lost in
her own dark, murky thoughts.
Finally released from their tyrannical grip, Marion raised her pained,
aching body upwards. As her mind swirled, trying to regain consciousness,
she caught sight of the mammoth metal statue of Vallus before her. And in a
sudden, chilling rush she realized the grotesque horror to which she had
not only been forced to submit, but which she found herself beginning to
enjoy.
"Oh no ..." she sobbed, "no ... no ... no ..."
Chapter 7
Marion had fallen into a deep sleep, drained by the wild session with Alida
and Raoul. She lay on the carpeted floor of the worship room unaware that
they had left her alone and were in the storeroom talking intimately.
"I'm going out, Raoul," Alida was saying, "I want to deposit the money that
bitch brought to us. But it's not nearly enough. You have a way with her.
You talk to her and get her to bring more. Tonight! Do you understand?"
"Yes, mother," Raoul said, with a sly smile on his face. "I understand
completely."
"And don't forget," she said, slipping into her gown and preparing to go
outside, "tonight is the High Ceremonial. Lorraine will be here. In fact
she called and said she might be bringing a new convert. Make sure that
Marion is here, too. With money. After all, we wouldn't want her to miss
the High Ceremonial, would we?"
"Of course not," her son replied. "Who is Lorraine bringing?"
"Someone she met recently who is interested in the worship of Vallus. A
young man."
"It should be quite a ceremonial, then. Lots of new ... faces ..."
Alida laughed.
"Yes ... Vallus should be quite pleased. And I dare say we should get a
kick out of it, too!"
"Have you prepared the ambrosia?"
"But of course," she said.
She moved to a drawer in the desk and took out a sealed vial of 
honey-colored liquid.
"Here," she said, "it's all prepared. Now, be careful. You know how potent
this is. Just a drop or two tonight and that's all! You know what happened
the last time ..."
Raoul smiled, and his huge tool stiffened slightly as he remembered what
had happened when he had taken a bit too much of the strange, aphrodisiacal
liquid.
"What a wicked boy you were," Alida said, smiling as she remembered also.
"Very wicked."
"I'll use it sparingly," he said.
"It'll be in the drawer when you want it," she said. "Don't give the others
too much either, or things will get out of control, and we wouldn't want
that to happen, would we, darling?"
"No, mother," he said, affectionately, and kissed Alida lightly on the
lips.
"I'll be going now," she said, slipping on a cloak.
Glancing through the two-way mirror, she saw that Marion was beginning to
stir in her slumber.
"I think she's waking up, Raoul. Go to her. And remember, get her to bring
money tonight. I don't care where she has to get it. I want her to get that
money here before she gets any wise ideas about going to the police or
dropping out of the group. All right?"
"I understand perfectly," Raoul replied.
"Good."
They both left the storeroom. Alida went outside to the bank while Raoul
went into the worship chamber. As he entered through the drapes, Marion was
just waking up.
"How are you feeling?" Raoul asked, slipping down on the floor next to her.
They were both still completely nude.
"Tired," she said.
Her body still throbbed from the painful experience she had just gone 
through, and her mind was numb.
"Vallus is very pleased with you," Raoul said, smiling and moving closer to
her. "You were not afraid to surrender."
Marion felt instinctively she should leave at once. She was growing highly
suspicious now of Raoul and his mother. And yet, another part of her was
compelled by the strange god and the lewd rituals. She looked at Raoul and
was struck again by his strange, exotic eyes.
"Tonight," he was saying, "tonight is the High Ceremonial, a special
occasion. This only happens once a month and it is the most sacred of all
the rituals of worship. Mother said that I should make sure you come. It
will be quite interesting." He seemed to radiate sincerely and warmth.
"Oh, Raoul," Marion said, still numb and confused, "I'm not sure I ought to
come. My husband would be so angry if he knew what I was doing. I'm afraid
of what might happen ..."
"Trust in Vallus," Raoul replied, "you must have trust. Everything will be
all right. Come tonight, please. And ... and bring your financial tribute
to our beloved Master also."
Marion stiffened at the mention of money. Up until now she had been
wavering in her feelings towards the group. But now, as Raoul once again
mentioned money, she remembered the blackmail attempt by Alida earlier that
day. She felt like a fool for having returned, given them money, and
participated in their vile practices. Now they were asking her to repeat
the performance that very evening.
"No," she said strongly, rising to her feet. "I haven't got any more money.
I can't do what you ask. I can't."
Raoul rose also, anger clouding his sensual handsome face. He grabbed her
by the wrist.
"What do you mean? Do you dare go against the will of Vallus?"
"I don't want to go against anything," Marion said, feeling Raoul's grip on
her wrist, "but I don't think I can go through with this. Please. Let me
go."
Raoul held her wrist tightly until her flesh burned from the strength of
his grip.
"Ohhh!" Marion cried out, "You're hurting me."
Raoul squeezed her wrist even tighter and suddenly twisted her arm behind
her painfully. Marion screamed aloud. Raoul brought his face close to hers,
a vicious sneer slashed across his lips. His hypnotic eyes burned into her.
"You be here tonight! With money! Or I take those photographs to your
husband! Photos of me with my cock in your asshole! Photos of you sucking
me off! Would you like that! Would you?"
"No ... no," Marion moaned, pain burning into her as Raoul twisted her arm.
He's crazy, Marion thought suddenly. He's crazy! Oh God, what have I gotten
myself into?
She realized that she was deeply and dangerously involved with people who
were mentally unbalanced. She was terrified, frozen in fear.
"I'll ... I'll do whatever you say," she stammered, knowing that any
resistance might only aggravate the peril she was already in. "Anything."
"Good," Raoul said, smugly satisfied. "Be here at eight o'clock. With some
money. At least two hundred dollars."
"But I ..."
"I said two hundred dollars more! Understand?" he twisted her arm for
emphasis.
"YEEESSS! YEEESSSS!" Marion screamed in pain.
Suddenly Raoul let go of her.
"Good. Then we understand each other completely. You will return tonight."
Marion stared at him. She was completely under his domination now, and
there seemed to be nothing she could do about it.
"Yes ..." she said flatly, defeated and ashamed. "I will return tonight
..."
Later that same afternoon, Lorraine and Ed were driving towards the
downtown area of Los Angeles.
"I'm not so sure about this," Ed was saying as he drove. "I'm still
suspicious about these groups."
"That's why I want you to come and see for yourself," Lorraine replied.
"After all, unless you have first-hand experience, you can't know what it's
all about, can you?"
"Well, I suppose not."
"Don't worry, everything's going to be fine."
In a few minutes they were in the midst of the rundown warehouse district.
"There it is," Lorraine exclaimed, pointing to a narrow building. "That's
the headquarters."
Ed parked the car, and the two of them were soon at the door of the Vallus
cult. Lorraine knocked and the door was opened by Alida, who had returned
from her errand.
"Ah, Lorraine, my dear," Alida said warmly, "how nice to see you so early.
The Ceremonial doesn't begin until eight o'clock."
"Yes, I know. But I wanted to bring our new disciple here first to meet you
and get acquainted. I'm afraid he's still a little skeptical."
Alida glanced at Ed, approving inwardly of his rugged, muscular build and
handsome face.
"Oh?" she said. "Well then, do come inside and we'll do our best to
persuade you of the truth of our beliefs."
Alida ushered them into the office. "My son, Raoul, isn't here just now.
But he'll be back soon."
Ed was immediately taken by the large illustration of Vallus that dominated
one wall.
"That is our Lord and Master," Alida said proudly.
"Yeah, I've seen a picture like this before." Ed said.
"Oh, yes? Tell me, young man," Alida asked, "what is your name?"
"Ed ... Ed Hill ..."
For a moment Alida's face went ashen.
Ed Hill, she thought, Ed Hill. Isn't that bitch Marion's last name Hill? 
What if ... what if? No, it's too much of a coincidence ... and yet ...
In the back of her mind, she thought that Ed might possibly be related to
Marion. He might even be her husband, since she knew Lorraine had a special
taste for married men. It seemed an incredible coincidence, but it could be
true, and she knew she had to take precautions. She reminded herself to
warn Raoul when he returned.
"Come into the chamber," she said, "where we worship the Master. Tonight is
the High Ceremonial. You will stay for it, won't you?"
"Well ... I'm not sure ..."
"Oh, come on," Lorraine said, "you're not afraid, are you?"
"Me?" Ed said, laughing. "Not on your life!"
"Then follow me," Alida said and led the way into the corridor behind the
office. About halfway down the corridor she suddenly got an idea.
"Lorraine, why don't you take Mr. Hill inside. I want to get something from
the storeroom. All right?"
"Sure. Follow me, Ed."
Alida quickly slipped into the storeroom, and through the two-way mirror
she watched Lorraine and Ed enter the worship chamber. Then, she went to
the desk drawer and took out the vial of ambrosia and poured a few drops
into a tiny glass. Then she resealed the vial and replaced it in the
drawer.
Just in case he is her husband, this will make sure he's in no shape to
cause trouble, she thought.
She closed the curtains, concealing the two-way mirror, and joined the
others in the velvet-lined room.
"This is a little something I thought would cheer us up," Alida said,
holding up the glass of liquid.
"What's in that?" Ed asked suspiciously. "Nothing lethal, I hope?"
Alida and Lorraine laughed.
"Just a little mild brandy," Alida said, "a strange liqueur made from an
ancient Sumerian formula. Apparently it was quite popular in the ancient
days, when Vallus was worshipped by everyone. It's delicious and absolutely
harmless."
To prove her point, she took a slight sip of the liquid, allowing just a
touch to actually pass her lips.
"Here," she said holding it out to Ed, "try it. A good-looking young man
like you should be able to handle a little drink like this."
Laughing, and a little flattered by the attention of the two beautiful
women, Ed took the glass and swigged down the entire contents.
What the hell, he thought, why not have a little drink? It'll loosen me up.
This chick don't look like she's dangerous.
The liquid felt warm as it coursed down his throat, and Ed felt immediately
relaxed and pleasant.
"It's nice," he said, handing the glass to Alida. "Real nice."
"Let me return the glass," Alida said graciously. "Meanwhile, Lorraine, why
don't you amuse our friend by telling him a little more about Vallus."
She slipped out of the room in an instant. Ed turned to Lorraine and
smiled. He was feeling slightly euphoric already from the strange drink.
"Why didn't you have any of that stuff?" he asked Lorraine.
"Oh," she said, with a trace of a smile playing across her lips, "I'll have
some later. Do you like it?"
"Yeah ..." he said, "it's nice. I mean it's not anything fantastic ..."
"Well, it takes a little while to take effect fully. Tell me, what do you
think of the statue?" she asked, changing the subject and turning to the
huge metal sculpture of Vallus that dominated the room.
"It's really something," Ed said.
He gazed at the statue. It depicted Vallus standing tall, like a giant
straddling a river, his giant cock grasped firmly in his hands, and his
face a mask of ecstasy and satisfaction. As Ed watched, the statue seemed
to move slightly. Perhaps it was the way the candle flames flickered over
the sculpture, but Ed was sure there was a movement in the face.
"Is that statue moving?" he said to Lorraine.
"Moving?" she asked, knowing inwardly that the potion was probably taking
effect and starting to alter his brain chemistry. "Is it?"
"It sure looks that way to me."
As he watched, the statue seemed to change expression. The look of ecstasy
seemed to change into a leer. The eyes seemed to look directly at Ed,
staring at him almost mockingly. The statue's lips seemed to grow full and
sensual and twist themselves into a look of utter corruption and
degradation
"Christ ... Christ ..." Ed whispered, scarcely believing the strange vision
he was seeing. But as he heard his own voice, it seemed far away and
blurry.
"My voice ... sounds so ... so strange ... so strange ..."
Something was definitely happening to him, and he was slightly alarmed. His
voice sounded distinctly different; it was too deep and far away. But his
eyes were riveted to the statue, which continued to shift and change before
him. Now the metal cock that the figure held in its hands seemed to grow to
enormous proportions, in fact the entire statue began to grow and tower
over Ed in a terrifying way. A light film of nervous perspiration broke out
on his body, and his hands grew cold.
"What's happening ..." he slurred in a thick voice. "What's going on here?"
He tore his eyes away from the statue and turned to find Lorraine. His body
felt light, and as he turned it seemed as if the entire room were turning
with him. Nothing seemed to stay in one place, objects changed size and the
walls of the room seemed to be shifting and billowing. Yet, despite all
these strange occurrences, Ed felt light-headed and euphoric ...
"Lorraine ... Lorraine ..." he called, trying to locate her in the jumble
of distorted images that flashed across his eyes. He couldn't quite focus
on anything, and even the floor felt strange, as if he were on a ship in
the ocean.
"What's the matter?" It was Lorraine's voice but it sounded strangely
melodious and distant, as distant as his own. He located her by the sound
of her voice, and when he saw her, the sight took his breath away.
She had taken off all of her clothes and now stood in front of the huge,
smoky mirror, totally naked! As Ed's drugged eyes beheld her, she looked
unearthly. Her pale skin seemed to glow from within; it was opalescent and
gleamed incredibly. Her bright hair looked like fire, fire that flamed 
outwards from her head like billowing flames. Her eyes were like two
pinwheels, glistening and sparkling, and her lips seemed incredibly
sensual. They looked so rich and full that Ed felt his body begin to
tremble with the renewal of desire. As his eyes roved further down her
body, he felt his excitement grow in a way that he had never felt before.
Her mountainous breasts seemed to pulse with a life of their own, and the
pinkish aureoles that circled the hardened tips were bright halos radiating
an invitation to be licked and sucked. Her body looked creamy and soft, and
every curve glistened tantalizingly. Her long, slender legs were spread
apart, and the darkly secret hair high up between them seemed to throb with
an open invitation to screw. Although Lorraine was actually standing still,
in Ed's eyes she was undulating in unbelievable lewdness, like a figure in
a dream. His body responded with a sudden rush of sensuality. He moved
towards her as if hypnotized. He had to get his hands on that glowing
vibrant flesh! He wanted to kiss her like crazy and stuff his prick into
her hot pussy and feel himself slicing in and out of her. He longed to
squirm and writhe on that warm, silky body of hers. He wanted to lose
himself completely in screwing her! His genitals sprang achingly to life.
His cock was gorged with lust. His large balls tightened in eager
anticipation, and he could feel blood and excitement surging through his
body. HE HAD NEVER BEEN AS EXCITED AS THIS BEFORE IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE!
NEVER! He felt light and powerful as the drug took full effect. He was
riveted to Lorraine and moved towards her like a lurching drunkard, his
vision blurred.
"Oh, baby ..." he groaned, "oh baby I feel so ... soo ..."
"Yes?" Lorraine asked, knowing full well that the drug was taking its toll
on his mind.
"Man, it feels so fucking good! And you're beautiful! Beautiful!"
He started tearing at his clothes but his coordination was so bad that he
could barely open the buttons of his work-shirt. Lorraine began to help
him, kissing him sensuously as she unbuttoned each button of his shirt
slowly. As her lips pressed against his, and her tongue darted wantonly
into his mouth, Ed let himself be taken over fully by the drug, although he
was only dimly aware of what was happening. The effect of the potion had
been so overwhelming that he barely remembered it was the source of his
incredible new feelings. Rather, all anxiety and reason were brushed aside
in the onrush of ecstatic delight overtaking him totally. Now, as Lorraine
kissed him and removed his clothes with slow, tantalizing gestures, he felt
like a potentate being made love to by a harem girl. He was the most
powerful man in the world, and it seemed only right that this woman should
pay tribute to him.
Like Vallus! he thought, I'm as powerful as that! Yes!! YEEESSSSS!
His eyes glazed with excitement as Lorraine kissed him deeply. He was
completely naked now and, standing right next to her tempting young body,
Ed exploded with lust. She pressed her full, soft lips tightly against his
own, and her long serpentine tongue obscenely explored the interior of his
mouth, running along the edges of his teeth, and probing provocatively into
the back of his throat. Ed reached up with his hands and grasped the flesh
of her naked back. He could scarcely believe the velvety softness of her
skin. Each ripple of flesh and muscle felt wildly thrilling to his touch,
and he seemed almost to sink inside of her as he ran his hands over her
shoulders, then down her tapered back to the full, cushiony mounds of her
buttocks.
MAN OH MAN, he thought, I'VE NEVER FELT SO HOT IN MY LIFE! I FEEL LIKE I
COULD CLIMB RIGHT INSIDE THIS CHICK'S BODY! CHRIST!
Lorraine began sliding down in front of Ed's body. He felt the underside of
her tongue brush across the skin of his stomach and lick hungrily at his
lower abdomen. Suddenly, as she moved down, he saw himself in the strange
mirror that nearly covered the wall. What his eyes beheld was like a
bizarre hallucination, for it seemed to him that he looked like a gigantic
demon, almost like Vallus himself. His eyes were dark and flashing,
bursting with power and a hint of cruelty. His body gleamed and pulsed with
light. Each muscle bulged with lusty excitement. He could scarcely believe
the picture of the red-haired amazon kneeling lewdly in front of him about
to take his throbbing penis into her mouth. In the mirror he could see her
smooth white back glistening like white satin, and her hair like a bursting
blaze of fire.
Suddenly Lorraine took his aching cock completely in her mouth and sucked
so hard on it that Ed was completely overwhelmed by a violent rush of
ecstatic pleasure.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" he cried, swept away by excitement. Her lips skillfully
massaged the smooth, tender flesh of his excited cock, and she moved her
mouth back and forth along the charged, thick shaft, pausing only to nibble
greedily at the pulsing head.
Standing there in that strange room with the exotic redhead sucking
obscenely at his straining, swollen cock, Ed felt a sense of power that was
unlike anything he had ever expected to experience in his entire life! He
felt like a titan! HE WAS VALLUS! A delicious sense of corruption and
degradation flowed through him; loosened and furthered by the bizarre drug
he had been given. All fear vanished.
"UUUUUNNNGGGGH!" he cried out triumphantly, as Lorraine pulled hungrily at
his prick with her hot, wet lips. "SUCK IT! SUCK IT!"
He felt himself start to lower, as if some invisible hand were gently
nudging him to the floor. It was as if he was floating; as he lay gently
back on the thick carpet, Lorraine continued all the while to suck greedily
at his huge cock. Normally this strange feat of physical skill would have
been quite difficult, but under the influence of the potion, he was able to
lower himself without Lorraine having to pause for a minute. He sank back
onto the carpet, reveling in the luxurious softness, as Lorraine's madly
clasping lips drove him to further heights of ecstasy. His hands reached
down and played with the silky strands of her hair that looped through his
fingers in curling red tendrils.
"OOOOOHHHHH BABBEEEEE!" he cried out as Lorraine began to suck on his
balls, making them pulse with wild excitement. "SUCK MY BALLS! CHRIST, SUCK
MY BALLS! "
He could scarcely believe the incredible pleasure he felt; he was the king
of the universe now.
Delicately mouthing his balls, Lorraine felt a lewd and shameless passion
take complete hold of her. The disciple of Vallus had been tremendously
excited at having gotten him to the worship chamber, and when he began to
submit to the effect of the drug, she knew she had truly made a convert of
him. She sucked and pulled hotly at his gently swinging balls, then slid
her wanton mouth back to encompass his tensely throbbing cock. As her hands
skimmed up and down his hard, muscular thighs, she let her lips totally
enclose his angry red cock-head, sucking and licking until the entire
pulsing length of his penis was hard as steel. She loved the musky odor
that filled her nostrils and stung her tongue. She took the entire massive
penis into her mouth, letting her teeth brush lightly against the highly
sensitive skin.
Ed was totally consumed with ravishing excitement. Waves of pleasure shot
through him as this voluptuous creature worked her warm, wet lips over his
huge genitals. He began almost unconsciously to push his pelvis back and
forth, to move his whole body in tune with the sensual warmth that washed
over him. Through his drug-glazed eyes he could see this ravishing,
uninhibited creature sucking at his penis with complete abandon and the
sight filled him with superhuman power. He was strong, potent, and shaking
with lust.
"Oh yes ..." he cried, "OH YEESSSSS, OH GOD, OH GOD OOOOOHHHHH!"
"HAIL VALLUS!" a voice suddenly cried aloud.
Ed tried to see who had come into the room, but as he looked straight up he
saw two gigantic female legs straddling his head. Alida! She was totally
naked, and from his position on the floor she seemed to tower over him like
a creature of tremendous size. Her shapely legs loomed like huge pillars of
flesh, her pussy, an enormous thatch of dark hair high above his head. Her
breasts were gargantuan, pendulous mounds of quivering flesh, and her face,
which seemed incredibly far away, was wild with desire. Her lips were
pulled back in a wicked smile that exposed her gleaming teeth. Her black
hair seemed to fan down over her shoulders like a waterfall of black ink.
"HAIL VALLUS!" she cried again, and her voice echoed as if they were in a
gigantic valley. Laughing she began to lower herself.
Holy God, Ed thought, she's going to sit on my face! And with Lorraine
sucking my prick, too! Man oh man!
Indeed, as Alida lewdly lowered her vaginal mound toward Ed's mouth,
Lorraine continued to suck his cock. Seeing the priestess of Vallus enter
the room had given the redhead a renewed sense of excitement.
"Ummmmnnnnn," she mewled.
As Alida's fleshy pink furrow lowered towards Ed's face, he smelled her
sweet feminine odor and the scent electrified him; he became dizzy from it.
Now her trembling cuntal folds were almost against his lips, and
tentatively he reached out with his tongue and explored the curling strands
that surrounded the vertical pink slit. As he did so, his hands reached up
and grasped Alida around the hips as she squatted over his face. Holding
her firmly, her hips two flanks of hot, excited flesh under his hands, he
moved his tongue down closer to the tender fleshy area of her cuntal
furrow. Suddenly he could feel his oral member slide lewdly along that
moist, wet flesh; he could feel every fold and wrinkle of the delicate
skin.
"Aaannnnnggggghhh!" Alida moaned pleasurably, as her hands reached down and
tousled Ed's sandy hair. She was utterly delighted to have this
good-looking young stud licking at her pussy. It wasn't often that a new
disciple was as handsome as this one. Despite her anxiety that he might be
Marion's husband, she gave herself completely to the gushing sensuality
that pervaded her
Ed moved his tongue up and down the warm, wet slit, savoring the feeling of
the pulsing flesh against his tongue. His mouth found the tender nub of her
clitoris and he began to suck at it feeling it vividly surge to life. It
throbbed and became rigidly erect!
Like a little penis, he thought! Man!
He heard her groan and squirm above him as he licked and teased the
quivering little wand. He was excited by her passionate reactions, even
though he had scarcely met this woman more than fifteen minutes ago. His
drugged state had destroyed all rational thought in his mind, and he
desired only to satisfy the enormous sense of sexuality and power he
experienced. Now, with one exotically beautiful young woman sucking his
prick and another squatting obscenely over his face, Ed felt more than ever
like a decadent, half-crazed god. A phrase kept running through his mind
...
"Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ... Hail Vallus ..."
Alida was hot with passion as Ed's hungrily searching tongue maddeningly
licked her aching pussy. She undulated her body obscenely and squatted down
over Ed's face so as to give him complete access to her throbbing cuntal
slit. A warm tingling radiance surged through her naked body. It was at
moments like this that she felt truly alive.
This ... This is what it's all about! the gypsy thought.
Ed plunged his tongue deeply up between her thighs, whirling and crashing
against the shuddering walls of her cunt. He twisted and turned his oral
member, driving Alida to new heights of excruciating passion.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Raoul's mother cried aloud, her hands gripping Ed's thick,
sandy hair, "OOOOOHHHHHH!"
Alida could feel his tongue dart in and out, sometimes flicking maddeningly
over her clitoris and then ramming back into the eagerly widening hole, and
it was driving her wild.
Down between Ed's lewdly spread legs, Lorraine clasped her mouth hungrily
about the thickly rigid penis in her hand and began to move her tautly
ovalled lips up and down its length with increasing excitement, as Ed
undulated his pelvis wantonly back and forth. A swelling, tidal feeling
rushed through the fair-skinned young girl, and hot flashes seemed to tear
at her loins. She began to breathe faster and faster.
As Ed jammed his wetly curling tongue deeply up into her pulsing canal,
Alida felt new convulsions of excitement begin to rock through her entire
body. Her vaginal walls began to shake and tremble spasmodically and her
body felt light, as if she were flying.
"OOOOOHHHHH ... OOOHHH ..." she mewled, feeling an incredible onrush of
lust course through her, "I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMING!"
As she spoke, Ed, too, felt close to an incredible climax. He began to
shake and thrash with excitement. His balls grew tight from the intense
tingling sensation running through him. His body felt as if it were being
brushed by the beating wings of a thousand birds, and drumming sensations
rang in his head.
"MMMMMNNNNNGGGGGH!" he screamed, his mouth pressed cruelly against the
wetly pungent flesh of Alida's frantically climaxing pussy.
"MMMMMNNNNNGGGHH!"
Lorraine, in complete response to the others, felt her own female juices
flowing warm and tingly down between her legs, and she now devoured Ed's
heavily swollen cock with renewed vigor.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGG!" she screamed, clasping the hot flesh with her hungry
lips in wildly thrashing excitement.
Ed was like a boiling volcano about to explode as the white, hot cum
bubbled up from the depths of his balls and shot forth into Lorraine's
voracious mouth. The ecstatic release that he felt was far beyond anything
he had ever known. He redoubled his efforts at tonguing Alida, lashing his
oral member deeply up into her still-twitching cunt as his cock spurted its
life into the redhead kneeling between his loins.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Alida shrieked as her hot feminine secretions
shimmered searingly down her vaginal canal, pulled forth by the whirling of
his tongue. It spread across Ed's mouth like honey and he swallowed it
happily.
Lorraine, cumming also with wild intensity gnawed like an animal at Ed's
crazily spasming cock, draining him of every drop of his cum while her own
heated fluids streamed down over her thighs. She was floating aloft,
carried along effortlessly by the bubbling torrent of the combined orgasm
of the three sex-crazed disciples of Vallus.
"MMMMMNNNNN ..." she groaned. "Unnnnggggghhhhh."
As the last of Ed's cum gushed into Lorraine's mouth in one final
excruciating spurt, his passion, driven to incredible heights by the drug
he had unwittingly taken, began to ebb slowly, and a relaxing coolness
wafted over his body.
Alida slowly rose, herself feeling drained and at the same time exultant 
from the wild orgy. Lorraine also moved away from Ed's slowly softening
body, and lay back on the carpet, exhausted. Both women glanced at Ed, and
smiled slyly at each other, realizing he had fallen into a heavy,
drug-induced slumber.
"He's out like a light," Lorraine said.
" ... Like a light," Alida repeated, gazing down at the sleeping, muscular
young man.
Chapter 8
An hour later, Ed began to stir from his drug-induced sleep. He sat up
slowly, numb and weary from the powerful drink. His head felt like a
bowling ball as he looked around trying to determine where he was; he could
only barely make out the details of the room. They had placed him on the
floor of the cluttered storeroom.
Man, he thought groggily, what the hell happened to me?
Bit by bit he remembered the obscene orgy, and finally his confused mind
realized that he was in the clutches of a highly dangerous group of people.
He rose, still under the influence of the potion Alida had given him, and
felt as if he was moving in slow motion. His vision was still blurry.
When he stood fully, he realized where he was and moved toward the door,
his head throbbing. The door was locked, and no matter how he pulled it and
shook the knob, he knew the only way it could be opened was with the key
from the outside. Frustrated, he lurched around the room like a caged
animal trying to think clearly, trying to perceive some method of escape.
Boy, he thought, that Lorraine sure had me fooled! She and Alida put me
right through the mill! God what a dumb bastard I was! I should have
trusted my first impulse! These people are crooks!
He slumped to the table, already exhausted from his efforts to escape.
Christ, that drink sure knocked me out! I can barely see straight!
Then he noticed the camera mounted on the automatic timing device.
What do they use this for? he thought.
The camera was aimed at the opposite wall, which was hung with drapes.
What goes on here?
But suddenly a rush of dizziness roared through his brain, and he closed
his eyes trying to resist the powerful pull of the drug.
Marion parked her car some distance from the Vallus headquarters. She had
gone home and taken the money she was saving for Christmas out of its
hiding place in her bureau drawer. As she sat in her Volkswagen, counting
the money, tears came to her eyes.
I've been saving this all year, she thought. To buy something really nice
for Ed and Mother at Christmas, but now ...
The tears began to run down her cheeks as she realized how foolish she had
been to let herself become involved with the cult. Unless she handed over
this money, she knew Alida and Raoul would expose her folly to Ed and it
would ruin their marriage. She stuffed the money in her purse, and got out
of the car. As she walked toward the narrow building with the dagger-symbol
on the door, a sense of dread and shame overwhelmed her. Her whole life was
crumbling to pieces, and there was nothing she could do but follow their
wishes until they decided to let her go.
She knocked timidly at the door, and Raoul admitted her.
"Ah, Marion!" he said sweetly, "so you've returned. We were wondering if
you would come back."
"You knew I'd come," Marion said with a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"I had to."
"Vallus will be very pleased."
Marion lowered her eyes in embarrassment as he uttered those words.
Vallus, indeed, she thought. Why does he still insist on keeping up this
ridiculous pretense!
"Have you brought the money?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Y ... yes ..." Marion said in a soft voice. "But it's all I have ..."
"Fine ... fine," he said. "Come into the worship chamber."
Numbly, Marion followed the slim, sensual young man as he led her down the
hallway. As they entered the worship chamber, Alida looked up, and a broad
smile wreathed her face.
"Marion, how nice to see you." She rose, totally nude, and moved to Marion
as if to kiss her on the cheek. But Marion drew back in disgust. "So, you
are repelled by us, eh? There's no need to be."
Marion caught sight of Lorraine and was caught short. The two had never
met, and each was wary of the other.
"This is Lorraine," Alida said, "one of our most devoted disciples.
Lorraine, this is Marion Hill ..."
Lorraine's eyes widened with astonishment.
"Hill?" she said ... "but that's incredible. Alida, do you suppose ..."
Alida cut her off immediately, realizing she suspected that Marion and Ed
were possibly married.
"Lorraine, Marion is a chosen priestess of Vallus. Vallus himself appeared
to me in a vision the day she arrived and told me of her worth. Isn't that
right, dear?"
Marion couldn't look at her. She did not want to participate in their vile
game any longer. Alida sensed it immediately and changed tactics.
"Have you got the money?" she said in a cold, flat voice.
"Yes ... I do," Marion answered in a barely audible whisper.
"Then, hand it over, darling," Alida said. "Hand it over."
In the storeroom, Ed began searching for something to pry open the door. As
he rummaged through the drawers he suddenly saw a large, manila envelope
labeled HILL PHOTOS. Glancing at the camera on the table, he suddenly put
two and two together.
They're got pictures of me already from that orgy, he thought.
He ripped the envelopes open and withdrew the pictures. But when he saw the
contents, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his jaw dropped. There was
picture after picture of his wife in lewd poses. Crude shots of Marion
sucking the cock of a young man he had never seen before.
Christ! That must be the son of that witch, Alida, he thought.
Anger roared through him as he saw close-ups of his wife eagerly sucking on
the strange youth's huge penis. There were other pictures of Marion licking
obscenely at Alida's pussy while Raoul fucked her from behind. It was like
a parade of gross pornographic images, and Ed rifled through the pictures
again and again, scarcely believing that it was his beautiful, blonde wife
performing such grotesque acts. His rage built as his eyes pored over each
detail of the graphic pictures.
"Oh, Marion ... Marion," he said aloud, "what did you get yourself into?
Oh, God!"
Disgusted, he finally threw the pictures down on the table and looked with
vehemence at the camera. He knew immediately what the camera was for, and
he was overcome with shame as he realized that they might have pictures of
him, also. Then, suddenly, he realized that perhaps something might be
revealed behind the closed drapes! After all, if the camera was pointed in
that direction, then ...
So that's it! Ed thought. A two-way mirror! Of course!
He quickly found a pull-string and yanked on it, and the drapes flung aside
revealing, through the two-way mirror, the interior of the worship chamber.
There in the chamber, fully revealed to Ed's incredulous eyes, were
Lorraine, Alida, a young man he guessed to be Raoul, and Marion! His wife
had tears in her eyes and was handing over a wad of bills to Alida.
Blackmail! Ed thought suddenly. Those bastards are blackmailing Marion! Oh,
God!
Still somewhat hazy from the drug, his eyes remained glued to the revealing
scene and watched, a paralyzed spectator to what unfolded in the
velvet-lined chamber.
Alida took the wad of bills from Marion.
"Good," she said smugly. "Vallus will be pleased."
"Shall we begin the High Ceremonial mother?" Raoul asked, his eyes blazing,
realizing he was the only man among the three ravishing woman.
"Of course," Alida replied. "Let me put the money away while you give
everyone a sip of the sacred potion."
Raoul took the vial of amber liquid from the altar and drank a few drops,
then passed it to Lorraine, who greedily sipped from the vial, eager to
feel the warm excitement of the drug take hold of her.
"I ... I can't stay," Marion said, terrified. "I've got to get out."
"No, you don't," Alida said fiercely, barring her exit. "You'll stay until
we're finished with you, is that understood? Is it?"
"NO! NO! I've got to go!"
"Raoul!" Alida shouted, calling to her son for help.
Raoul immediately gripped Marion by the arm and held her firmly.
"No, you don't," he snarled. "You're not going anywhere until we're
finished with you!"
He twisted her arm again for emphasis, and then flung her on the floor
where she lay in a helplessly sobbing heap.
"Good," Alida said approvingly, "you are the best son a mother could wish
for."
With a wink, she slipped through the velvet curtains and went to the outer
office to lock the money in the metal box.
Tearfully, Marion glanced at Raoul and Lorraine. Raoul was clad only in his
tight, velvet pants, his tightly-muscled torso naked as always. Lorraine
was completely nude, and Marion inadvertently let her eyes sneak over her
sleek, voluptuous body. A twinge of envy ran through her seeing this
flame-haired amazon standing so brazenly looking down at her. Raoul held
the glass vial towards her.
"Have a sip," he commanded. "For the Ceremonial ..."
"I ... I mustn't ..." she said, "I mustn't!"
"You must and you will!" the gypsy snapped harshly. "Drink it or I'll slap
that pretty face of yours so hard you won't know whether you're coming or
going! VALLUS COMMANDS! DRINK!"
Shuddering, Marion reached up and took the little glass container from him
and brought it to her lips timidly.
Ed watched helplessly from the storeroom as he saw his wife about to drink
the same drugged potion that had driven him to wild excesses he had never
thought possible, and which he now completely regretted.
"DON'T! CHRIST, MARION DON'T DRINK IT!" he shouted through the glass. But
soon he realized that the rooms were totally soundproof and none of his
cries penetrated the walls. Powerless to do anything, he continued to watch
as the High Ceremonial began to unfold.
Feeling the effects of the potion begin to take hold of her, Marion began
involuntarily to relax, despite her shame and fear. Her body seemed to
become soft and tingly, her vision foggy. Raoul slipped between the drapes
for a moment and disappeared, leaving Lorraine and Marion alone.
"Don't worry," the redhead was saying, herself growing blurry and soft from
the effects of the drink, "everything will be fine. The High Ceremonial is
a lot of fun if you let yourself enjoy it." She winked lewdly at Marion.
"Know what I mean?"
Marion turned away, utterly repelled by what this brazen stranger suggested
to her.
How can they all talk this way, she thought, as if they believe in what
they are doing. Oh God, these people are insane! Insane! I've got to get
out!
And yet she knew it was utterly useless to try to escape. She was trapped,
completely trapped, and her resistance was weakening rapidly from the
powerful drink. After a moment, she heard the familiar hypnotic drum beats
from speakers located in the draped walls. Raoul re-entered the room,
smiling and totally nude, his body glistening as if covered with oil.
"Ah, the drums," Lorraine exclaimed, "that makes it so much more exciting.
And have you got the body oil?"
"Yes," Raoul said, holding up a small bottle of clear liquid.
"Oh good," she said, "give it to me."
Marion watched, horrified yet fascinated, as Lorraine began to rub her
entire body with the sweet-smelling oil. Her hands roved over every inch of
her flesh, making it gleam provocatively. Her pendulous, red-tipped breasts
shone wetly and every languid curve of her body glittered as the
candlelight danced over her oiled skin.
"Take your clothes off, Marion," Raoul said. "You must prepare yourself,
also."
"No," she said, recoiling, "NO!"
Raoul, his eyes flashing anger, ran to her and yanked her up off the floor.
With brutal strokes, he tore her clothes from her body.
"You do as I say, you bitch! You do EXACTLY AS I SAY!"
From the other room, watching helplessly, Ed's fists clenched in violent
anger as he watched the corrupt youth stripping clothes from his wife's
body and flinging them in the corner. Then and there Ed vowed revenge!
Somehow, in some way, he knew he would get back at this gypsy for his cruel
treatment of his wife.
Nearly limp from the drug, Marion stood helplessly as Raoul roughly removed
her blouse, her skirt and shoes. Then, with a coarse smile slashed across
his lips, he unhooked her bra so that her shapely breasts sprang innocently
free, and threw it in a corner, then slid her silky panties down over her
full hips and off.
"Come, Lorraine," he said, "let us initiate her into the ritual of the body
oil together."
"Of course," Lorraine said, with a lewd gleam in her eye, and moved towards
the defenseless blonde.
Each took a little oil into the palms of their hands and, with the gypsy in
front and his disciple behind, they began to rub the slick substance over
Marion's body. Marion closed her eyes as she felt warm, oily hands work
over every part of her. Raoul's hands slid over her trembling breasts,
massaging each part of them with the strange essence. As he did, her
breasts quivered involuntarily, and the little buds of her nipples
tightened excitedly. Despite Marion's revulsion, she felt herself being
drawn into the spell of the ceremonial as the drums pounded in rhythm to
her heartbeat and the two obscene disciples of Vallus stood covering her
with body oil.
Lorraine ran her hands over Marion's back and then moved down to the
cushiony buttocks, covering them with oil. Teasingly she inserted her wet
hand into the anal crack, slicking it up as well and sending shivers up
Marion's back. Raoul covered her stomach and dipped into her navel with the
oil, then moved teasingly down to her light pussy hair, and covered it,
too, with the slick oil, pausing slightly to insert his finger into her
vaginal canal, wetting it and making Marion gasp as a spasm of pleasure
rippled involuntarily through her body. Despite the fact that she loathed
these people and wanted desperately to get away, she found herself slowly
and dazedly surrendering to the obscene treatment they were giving her.
Raoul and Lorraine knelt down and rubbed her legs with the oil, and then 
the dark-skinned gypsy rose and extended a wet finger to Marion.
"Lick it," he said ... "Go on."
Tentatively, Marion reached out with her tongue and tasted the oil on his
fingers. Rather than being repellent, it tasted sweet, almost like a light
film of honey. The idea of a room full of naked bodies covered with this
honeyed oil was suddenly lewdly appealing to Marion. Despite her basic
revulsion to the image of the cult, the part of her that the cult of Vallus
had taken such pains to draw out began to revive. Thoughts of anxiety and
escape began to recede as Raoul and Lorraine wove their spell of sexual
enchantment.
"Nice, isn't it?" Lorraine said smugly. "It's the nicest thing about the
High Ceremonial. Oh ... Raoul ... I feel so light and pleasant ... Mmmmmm
..."
Wantonly, she moved to Raoul and knelt down, taking his cock in her mouth.
The scared young housewife watched, shocked, as Lorraine nibbled and sucked
greedily on Raoul's hardening penis. Raoul spread his legs and squatted
slightly, shoving his pelvis forward and grasping Lorraine's hair tightly
with his hands for support.
"Oh, suck it good, baby, suck it good!"
He glanced at Marion and grinned obscenely. Marion tried to turn away, but
was riveted to the vile vision before her.
Lorraine ran her hands up and down Raoul's wet, sleek body, and her mouth
was clasped hungrily around his thick, throbbing cock which had now sprung
completely erect and hard as a rock from her expert oral manipulations.
"Oooooohhhhh ..." he moaned, swinging his pelvis back and forth, jamming
his desire-hardened penis into the redhead's eager mouth. "That feels soooo
niiiicce!"
Suddenly Alida returned, having divested herself of all clothing, and was
pleased to see Lorraine and Raoul already in the process of worship. The
High Priestess of Vallus went to the altar and took a sip from the amber
colored vial.
"Hail Vallus," she said, raising her arms in supplication to the enormous
image of Vallus that towered over the room. Then she turned to Marion,
having picked up the bottle of body oil, and moved towards her.
"Here," she said, a vulgar smile on her face, "cover my body with this."
Numbed and hypnotized by the ceremonial, Marion mutely took the bottle of
oil and poured a little into her hands.
Oh God, she thought, this is the lowest degradation! Forced to touch this
vile woman! To rub oil on every part of her body!
Tentatively, she reached out and allowed her oily hands to touch Alida's
curvaceous body. At first a shudder of disgust ran through her, for she
knew what she did was against all principles of decency. And yet, as her
fingers ran over the satiny skin of Alida's large, ripe breasts and then
moved down over the soft, supple skin of her stomach, her curiosity piqued.
She had to admit there was a certain excitement in the feel of a woman's
body under her hands, especially covered with oil.
Alida bent forward to kiss Marion. Realizing what was happening, the pretty
blonde steeled herself for further humiliation, but as the older woman's
soft, pliant lips pressed against her own Marion felt a thrill ripple
through her body and she found herself returning the kiss. Alida's hands
flew up to touch Marion's body and she felt a surge of delight up between
her legs as her hands wandered over the oily, feminine skin.
In the storeroom, Ed watched, horrified yet riveted, as the grotesque scene
unfolded in wild abandon. The sight of Alida and Marion in sexual embrace
made him gasp, and despite his rage and revulsion, his body began to
respond involuntarily to the vulgar display. His massive cock stiffened
inside his pants as he watched the two oil-slicked women rubbing each
other's bodies wantonly while Lorraine continued to suck Raoul's prick, her
mouth pressed against his pubic hair as she took the entire length of his
swollen penis far back into her smooth white throat. Ed's hands began to
rove excitedly over his hotly pulsing loins, and, hardly realizing what he
was doing, driven on by a compulsive mixture of anger and lust he withdrew
his throbbing, steel-hard penis from the prison of his trousers and began
to massage it lewdly with his hands.
Spreading her legs, Alida forced Ed's blonde wife to her knees to rub oil
over the gypsy woman's long, slender legs. Tortured by the humiliation she
felt, yet becoming wildly aroused as well, Marion gave in slowly to the
vulgar ritual, and rubbed every inch of Alida's supple legs with her wet
hands. Alida became hotly excited and suddenly took hold of Marion's head
with her hands and pressed it cruelly into her dark curling pubic hair.
Marion nearly gagged as she found her mouth crushed into the musky mound of
Alida's pulsing cunt, but she was also compelled to go on with the woman's
obscene suggestion. Her tiny, pink tongue flicked out and began to dabble
at the curling tendrils, searching with increasing hunger for the wet,
fleshy slit concealed beneath. Finding it, she lewdly darted her tongue 
over the hot folds of flesh, and drove Alida to new heights of sexual
excitement by nibbling lightly at her excitedly quivering clitoris.
With Marion slavering subservient at her pussy, Alida glanced over at her
son, who had the redheaded Lorraine sucking hungrily at his genitals. The
corrupt pair exchanged lewd glances. They both knew that the High
Ceremonial was the focal point of their bizarre activities, and seeing each
other being satisfied in every vulgar desire by the disciples of their cult
gave them an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, and increased their
potency. Both ground their hips obscenely forward, crushing their steaming
hot loins harshly against the helplessly devouring mouths of their victims.
"HAIL VALLUS!" Hey both cried together. "HAIL VALLUS!"
Behind the two-way mirror, Ed watched in rapt fascination, his hand jerking
wildly at his lust-hardened penis, as the orgy mounted. His brain was still
clouded by the potent drug they'd given him earlier in the day, and he was
as carried away by gross vulgarity as the quartet in the worship chamber.
His mind was a swirl of erotic images, and his body surged and pulsed with
lust. His genitals were aflame with vile excitement as if he were watching
an obscene film. He watched, hypnotized, as his wife gave Alida the
tonguing of her life and Lorraine sucked at Raoul's prick like an animal.
Oh Christ, Oh Christ! Ed thought as he rubbed his cock up and down with his
sweaty hand, I'm losing my mind!
He, like his wife, was being pulled inexorably forward by the lewd
ceremonial that the gypsy and her son had devised. The drums, the
oil-gleaming bodies, the orgy, crude beyond anything either of them had
ever known before drew them in like a raging whirlpool. They were lost in
the hypnotic spell of Vallus!
In a few deft moves, the quartet in the worship chamber took new positions,
skillfully manipulated by Alida and her son. Marion was pushed to the
thickly carpeted floor where she lay on her back, her legs spread wide
apart. Lorraine wantonly buried her face in Marion's blonde little pussy,
while Raoul positioned himself behind Lorraine and placed his huge,
lust-bloated prick at the entrance to her cunt. He knelt on the floor ready
to fuck the red-haired young girl from behind, dog-fashion.
"UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" he grunted, and slid his massive pole up into
Lorraine's hot, grasping vagina. "OH I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU GOOD!" he
screamed.
From the storeroom Ed watched as Alida picked up a dagger-like object from
the altar.
Christ, he thought in terror, is that a knife?
The gypsy lay down on the carpet next to Marion and began sucking and
licking her breasts as she inserted the Vallus-symbol into her own cunt.
Oh my god! he thought, that's a battery-vibrator. Yes, it's a goddamn
vibrator of some kind! Made to look like the Vallus sign!
Watching Alida laying next to Marion and roving her lips all over his
wife's sweetly oiled body, while Lorraine sucked Marion's pussy and Raoul
heaved into Lorraine from behind, Ed was overwhelmed with a bizarre mixture
of disbelief and hot excitement. He rubbed furiously at his pulsing cock
and his body shook with desire.
Alida groaned as she sank the vile, throbbing object into her pussy, all
the while kissing Marion's lips and face.
Ed's pretty wife, nearly smothered in warm, oily bodies, sank into a crazed
quicksand of lewd desire.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Alida shrieked in ecstasy, the vibrator making her
rapidly creaming cunt tremble with excitement.
She smiled obscenely at her son who faced her, fucking his huge,
lust-hardened cock into Lorraine; his eyes were glazed and the sweat
forming on his body mixed lewdly with the honeyed oil that made his body
glisten. Alida watched in demonic admiration as every muscle of her son's
body strained under the heavy fucking he was giving Lorraine as she kneeled
crouching over Marion's nakedly exposed pussy. And Alida pushed the
vibrator up into her cunt as far as it would go!
"UNGHGGH! UNNNNNGGGGGHH!" the High Priestess grunted, as her lust rose with
excruciating urgency.
"MMMMnnnnnnnn ..." Lorraine mewled as she drove her serpentine tongue deep
into Marion's hot, wet pussy. Feeling Raoul slamming into her from behind
was driving the redhead wild with passion, heightened by the drug they'd
all drunk and the persistent throbbing of the drums. The drumbeats rumbled
through the room, combining with the hypnotic flicker of the candles to
make everything pulse with rhythmic energy.
On the dark blue rug, Ed's blonde wife obscenely thrashed her body, driven
to complete and utter abandon by the frenzied tonguing Lorraine was giving
her, and by Alida's hot lips lewdly kissing her face and breasts. Her brain
was awhirl with demonic images, chief among them being the wild cat-demon 
Vallus! HE SEEMED TO LOOM IN HER THOUGHTS LIKE AN OBSCENE PHANTOM, DRIVING
HER ON AND ON!
In the storeroom, her husband Ed jerked wildly at his thickly throbbing
penis, completely caught up in the frenzied orgy that sprawled nakedly
before him in the two-way mirror. He could scarcely believe the vulgarity
of what he beheld, yet he was drawn into it completely. His huge,
desire-inflamed cock was convulsed with excitement as he manipulated it
with his hand. He was nearing an excruciating climax as his lust increased
to ever-maddening heights.
An incredible excitement took hold of his slavishly laboring young wife
that far surpassed anything she had ever felt up to then. Her body was
shaking with throbbing passion, and her skin was drenched with oil and
perspiration. Musky, heavy scents - an exotic mixture of bodies, oil, and
incense - made her wild with passion as they floated up her nostrils. Her
nakedly entrapped pussy began to tremble as wave upon wave of delight began
to waft through her.
I'm cumming! I'm cumming! her mind screamed.
Sensing Marion's near-climax, Lorraine increased her savagely wanton
licking, feeling her own pussy releasing its sweet juices as Raoul fucked
mercilessly into her lewdly kneeling body from behind. Her entire body
shook from his powerful slamming blows and she felt earthquake tremblings
taking hold of her and pulling the ground away as she viciously whirled and
snaked her tongue into Marion's mounting orgasm with increasing frenzy.
"OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH!" Alida screamed as she felt her own stunning climax
nearing. She pushed the strangely vibrating object farther up into her
pussy, so it smashed cruelly against her cervix and sent stinging little
shafts of pain through her cuntal walls and doubled her vulgar enjoyment.
Raoul, seeing his mother's body shudder with ecstasy, felt his boiling hot
cum begin to wind through his balls and ache for explosive release.
"I'M CUMMING!" he cried, as the room shook with excitement from the
insanely thrashing and groaning bodies, "I'M CCCCUUUUUMMMMMINNNGGGGG!
AAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
And in a shuddering series of gushing spurts, he shot his heavy load up
into Lorraine's shuddering, streaming vaginal sheath. His pelvis rocked
violently back and forth as he poured his streaming male cum into her
hungrily milking pussy.
In the storeroom Ed felt his own mad climax suddenly break through like a 
tidal wave.
"OOOOOGGGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned as the thick sticky liquid spurted out of
his cock and arched in the air before splashing to the dusty floor below.
"AH ... AH ... AHHHHHGGGG!" Still staring hypnotically at the thrashing,
cumming bodies in the velvet- lined chamber - one of them his pretty blonde
wife - his hips jerked as the bubbling cum sprang in sharp bursts from his
frenzied cock.
After what seemed like hours of gasping climax, the excitement that
pervaded the two rooms gradually began to ebb away as all of the
participants in the vile orgy spent their sexual juices completely. The
High Priestess slid the vibrator out of her pussy and lay exhausted on the
carpet as the young redhead and the gypsy collapsed into each other's arms.
Marion, totally drained, felt completely numb. Deep shame began to ripple
through her body as she realized what she had done.
In the storeroom Ed suddenly became aware of the cruelty and decadence he
and his wife had been victims of. Quickly stuffing his cock into his
trousers his mind sprang suddenly to full consciousness.
"You sons of bitches," he screamed. "YOU SONS OF BITCHES!"
Angrily picking up the camera from the table, he hurled it at the two-way
mirror separating the two rooms. With a harsh sound of splintering glass,
the enormous mirror shattered completely.
Chapter 9
At the sound of the mirror being smashed, everyone in the worship chamber
came fully conscious, torn from the lulling spell of erotic enchantment by
Ed's sudden intrusion. Raoul and Lorraine scrambled madly out of the way of
the splintering glass.
"Ed!" Marion screamed, when she saw her husband fully revealed. "Oh Ed!"
Tears streaming from her face she ran to her husband and they embraced
tightly.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay! Don't cry."
"Oh, Ed, it's been horrible. HORRIBLE!"
"You don't have to say a word, honey, I know everything that's happened. 
Everything!"
Marion drew back, terrified.
"Oh, Ed, can you forgive me?"
Suddenly another voice rang out.
"Forgive you? Hell, Marion, he did the same thing only two hours ago."
"What?" Marion asked, astonished, "Ed, is it true?"
Ed moved angrily into the room, stepping over the glass. He shook his fist
at Lorraine.
"You smug little bitch. I ought to smash you for what you did to me. I
ought to smash all of you," he said, his raging eyes taking in Alida and
Raoul who glared at him imperiously.
"You have interrupted the worship service," Alida said, her voice hard and
edged with steel.
"Crap!" Ed retorted. "You're a bunch of phonies and crooks!"
"What?" Alida asked, arching an eyebrow.
"You heard me!"
Ed turned to his wife.
"Marion, I got mixed up with Lorraine because I wanted to find out about
this damn cult before you got into any trouble. Well, I guess I'm the
biggest sucker of them all because they had me falling for all that hogwash
too. But I've waked up now! What about you?"
"Oh, Ed, I woke up the first day I came here, but I couldn't do anything
because ... because ..."
"Because they blackmailed you. Yes. I saw the pictures."
Marion hung her head in shame.
"Don't worry, baby," Ed continued in a kindly tone, "I know they forced you
to do it. It don't matter to me at all."
"Truly?" Marion said, her eyes brightening.
"Yeah," he said, "truly."
He turned to the others, advancing menacingly on Alida.
"Now, there's a little matter of some money I believe my wife gave you."
"It's in the bank, my dear," Alida said.
"Don't give me that, bitch, I saw Marion give it to you not more than half
an hour ago. Fork it over or I'll slap you silly!"
"Don't you dare speak to my mother that way," Raoul said sneeringly. "Get
out of here before we call the police!"
"Don't get tough with me, buddy, or I'll let you have it, too!" Ed snapped.
Suddenly the dark-skinned gypsy grabbed the large metal-dagger-symbol of
Vallus from the altar and ran towards Ed as if to stab him. But Ed swiftly
grabbed him by the wrist, and twisted his arm back, forcing him to drop the
lethal object. Then, anger and hatred suddenly boiling up in him, he
smashed his fist into Raoul's jaw, sending him reeling backwards to the
carpet. Raoul spun around suddenly and lunged for Ed's stomach, but Ed
caught him with a left hook that sent him sprawling in a heap against the
drape-lined wall.
"Oh, my darling," Alida shrieked, rushing to her son's side, bare you all
right?" She gasped as a thin trickle of blood slid out of the corner of his
mouth. "How dare you?" she shrieked at Ed, "HOW DARE YOU?"
"Don't get all upset, lady," Ed said, laughing, "your little boy's all
right. Isn't that right, sonny?"
Raoul turned away with a scowl on his face.
"Get out," Alida commanded. Get out!
"With pleasure, sweetheart, with pleasure!" He turned to Marion. "Get your
clothes on, Marion, we're going home." As Marion quickly gathered her
clothes, Ed faced Lorraine, moving towards her as she backed away
fearfully. "You put me through quite a trip, baby, but believe me I'll get
over it. We'll both get over it," he said glancing lovingly towards his
wife. "but dames like you ... well, you'll dig your own grave, believe me.'
"I'll do all right," the redhead sneered. "I always have and I always
will."
"Sure thing," Ed said.
"I'm ready, Ed," Marion said, after hastily pulling on her clothing. "Let's
go."
"I'm ready too. All I need is for Momma here to fork over our money."
"It's in the front office," Alida said in sudden resignation. "Follow me."
Without glancing back, Ed and Marion followed Alida out of the room. In the
front office, Alida opened the metal box and took out a wad of bills.
"Here, take it, take it and get the hell out of here."
"Don't worry," Ed snapped, "you ain't gonna see hide nor hair of us ever
again. And that'll be too soon for me."
"The feeling is mutual," Alida muttered as she opened the door. Ed and
Marion left quickly and walked down the street towards their cars. Making
sure they were gone, the gypsy woman locked the office door and moved back
down the hall to the worship chamber where Raoul and Lorraine were in the
midst of a violent argument.
"Don't you say that to me," Raoul screamed, "I am the slave-prince of
Vallus! I am a chosen one!"
"Don't give me that crap," Lorraine shot back, "You're not talking to some
dumb chick like Marion. This is Lorraine, honey, and I know the score. How
the hell could you let the two of them get in here together? That took real
brains!"
"Don't you speak to my son, that way," Alida said angrily, "you common
slut!"
"Don't you call me that, bitch," Lorraine screamed. "THE TWO OF YOU MAKE ME
PUKE."
"Get out! Get out!" Alida screamed, raging.
"Not till I'm good and ready!" Lorraine snapped.
Alida moved towards her, boiling with fury. She grabbed her by the arm as
if to throw her out.
"I SAID GET OUT!"
But Lorraine twisted and hurled Alida backwards. She stumbled and fell
against the huge towering statue of Vallus!
"MOTHER! CHRIST, WATCH OUT!" Raoul screamed as the enormous sculpture
started to totter precariously. "IT'S GOING TO FALL! AAAAHHHH!"
"OH, GOD!" Alida screamed. "OH GOD!"
The huge likeness of Vallus then came crashing violently to the floor,
crushing Alida beneath its heavy weight. The falling idol knocked over the
candles of the altar, and the flames suddenly caught the velvet drapes,
setting the heavy curtains ablaze; the room was a burst of fire within
seconds. In the confusion, Raoul and Lorraine could not find the door.
Smoke and fire filled the room and the two of them were coughing and
screaming for help. But the soundproofing did not allow their voices to
penetrate the walls. In a few minutes the entire building was a roaring
inferno. By the time the firemen arrived, the building was a crumbled,
smoking ruin, and it was hours before the charred remains of the three
bodies could be identified.
After Marion and her husband had left the Vallus headquarters, they each
drove home in separate cars. Each was shocked and stunned by the turbulent
events of the day and when they arrived home it was quite a while before
either of them knew what to say. Towards eleven that night, they were in
the bedroom, getting ready for bed.
"Oh, Ed," Marion said as she slipped on a nightgown of sheerest silk, "I'm
so ashamed of what I did."
"Don't worry, baby," Ed said, stepping out of a hot shower, "It's human ...
I guess we all get taken in by con artists once in a while."
"If only my mother hadn't been so insistent. I didn't really care much
until she started sending me all those pamphlets."
"I know ..." Ed said, glancing at her.
"Ed, did it bother you?"
"Yeah," he said, "I didn't like it at all."
"Then why didn't you say something?"
"Oh, I didn't want to insult your mother ... and I knew you were really
interested so I didn't want to interfere. I guess I just exploded the other
night and just let it all come out at once. If I hadn't done that, maybe
you wouldn't have gone there in the first place."
"Maybe not," Marion said thoughtfully, "but in a sense the whole awful
thing taught me quite a lesson. I'll never get involved again, believe me."
"Great," Ed said gazing at her lovingly.
A feeling of great warmth passed between them and they moved to each other
and embraced tightly.
Oh how good it feels to have my husband in my arms again, Marion thought as
she held her naked husband tightly. She ran her hands eagerly over his
muscular back and shoulders. They kissed with burning intensity, their
mouths pressed hungrily together, and their tongues touching with heated
passion. Marion suddenly realized that despite the anguish and shame she
had experienced in the past two days, she had also learned much in the ways
of love. She was infinitely more experienced now, and bolder, especially
now that she was with her handsome husband again. She undulated her pelvis
against Ed's throbbing penis.
Ed tightened his embrace as he felt his wife's loving warmth envelope him.
He slipped his hands under the silky nightgown and let them run excitingly
up and down her silky, tapered back.
"Oh, God, it's good to hold you again, honey," he moaned, "you don't know
how I've missed you!"
"I've missed you, too! Oh, Ed, I love you so much!"
They kissed again, their bodies pressed tightly against each other and
passion rose between them with incredible urgency. They fell back on their
wide bed, their hands roving excitedly over each other's bodies. For a
moment, Ed moved away, and quickly slipped the flimsy nightgown from his
wife's body. He glanced down admiring the pearly whiteness of her skin, and
the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes that never failed to drive him wild
with desire. His hand trailed lovingly up between her smooth legs and then
his middle finger began to explore the fleshy slit nestled in the curling
strands of her pubic hair. He moved his finger up and down the entire
length of the wet furrow, from the pinkly quivering bud of her clitoris, to
the soft inviting entrance to her sweet pussy. Deftly he slipped the tip of
his middle finger into the warm passage, gently widening the muscles and
moving deeper and deeper. Then he bent down, and began to suck and bite at
her nipples.
"Oooooohhhh," she sighed, as little tingles of delight washed over her 
body. "Oooohhhhh, Ed ..."
She was consumed with desire as she felt his strong finger slipping into
her vagina and his lips and teeth playing hotly teasingly with the
hardening buds of her nipples. He pushed his middle finger higher up into
her creaming vagina and she spread her legs to give him easy entry.
Slipping her hand down between his legs, she began to stroke his enormous
cock, delighted as she felt it throbbing with life and already hard as a
rock.
Ed's mouth roved hungrily over each of his wife's soft, pendulous breasts.
He was losing himself in the softly pliant mounds and each teasing little
bite on her nipples and breasts sent little shivers of ecstasy through his
wife's body. He moaned happily as she skillfully massaged his genitals with
her hands, making him feel randy and potent.
Oh, he thought, how good it's gonna feel to fuck this sweet little woman of
mine!
"Let me come into you," he whispered. "Let me come into you!"
"Yeeeesssss!" she sighed.
She lay back languidly and contentedly on the bed, spreading her legs wide
and thrusting her throbbing loins upward like a flower, inviting him to
fuck her.
Carefully, Ed leaned over his wife and placed his lustfully throbbing tool
at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, savoring every ripple of delight that
ran through him. he wormed his blood-engorged shaft slowly into the wet
pulsing folds of her vaginal slit. Marion groaned in ecstasy.
"OOooooohhhhh ... you feel so good. Sooooo gooood!"
He slid easily up into her, the hard rubbery tip of his cock-head finally
brushing against the soft spongy end of her cervix. The excitement his
thick cock was arousing in Marion was excruciating and as they came
together, after their terrible ordeal and separation, an electrifying burst
of desire passed between them.
"I want to fuck you so bad, baby," Ed cried out in hot pleasure. "I want to
fuck you so bad!"
"Then do it, oh fuck me good, baby!"
Ed was taken back at his wife's words. She had never been so open with him 
before.
Can it be he thought, that all this has opened her up sexually too? She was
always great before ... at least until she got hooked up with those cults
... but now! She's really something!
Arching nakedly over her, his body rippling with passion, he began to fuck
slowly in and out; his rock-hard penis moving snugly against the tight, wet
walls of her pussy. How he loved to feel the ridge of his massively pulsing
cock head sliding along her warm, familiar cunt. Teasingly, he pulled out
so that only the tip was concealed in her creamy, throbbing furrow; then,
with a cry, he lunged deeply in again as Marion cooed out her pleasure,
pulling up her legs and lewdly twisting her naked body, giving him the
easiest access possible. There was no doubt in Ed's mind that Marion had
definitely discovered many new aspects of herself, and it was very apparent
in the hot, eager way she gave herself to him now. He fucked rhythmically
in and out of her, gradually increasing his tempo as he went. Marion began
to swing her pelvis back and forth in perfect time to his motions, her
vaginal walls clasping hungrily at his swift-pumping rod. Her muscles
tingled with delight and her body felt radiant and alive.
Ed was experiencing a kind of sensuality he had never known with his wife
before! He drove himself up into her in a frenzy of lusty excitement,
slamming his thick cock high up between her warmly welcoming thighs.
"Oh, man, how good you feel!!" he cried.
"Yeeessss!" she groaned. "Fuck me good, Ed! Ram it into me!"
Ed's body was sleek and smooth and every muscle moved with athletic
precision. His tender, furry balls slapped lewdly against the flesh of his
wife's anal crack as he sawed insistently in and out of her.
Marion's body was wracked with wave upon wave of undulating ecstasy. She
twisted and writhed her body in utterly obscene abandon.
Oh, she thought, how good his thick cock feels inside me! How wonderful to
have him back with me again!
She gazed happily into his deep, brown eyes, so thrilled to have his
massive laborer's body fucking into her with the control of an Olympic
athlete, or even a young god! Somehow it seemed to her as if his fucking
had gained an added dimension of excitement.
A broad smile broke out on her face as little sparkles seemed to radiate
happily all over her body.
"Ooooohhhhh! Eddd!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side like a
delighted little girl, "it's wonderful! WONDERFUL! "
Her legs were kicking and shaking with excitement as her husband skewered
up between them with renewed energy, charged to the fullest by her active
responses! It seemed to him that she had never been so dynamic and
voluptuous in bed; she was squirming and moaning for pleasure like a
delightful little she-creature, a playful, erotic animal! It made him feel
as powerful as a bull or a stallion.
"OH GOD, MY COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN YOU!" he cried out. "SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD!!"
Her wetly seething pussy clutched and sucked hungrily at the thundering
prick pulling at it with a vacuum-like suction, eager and anxious to feel
every massive inch of his lust-bloated cock deep inside. Ed and Marion
ground and fucked like a perfectly oiled machine, while moans and screams
of rapture pierced the air. Marion clutched wildly at the rippling muscles
of her husband's back, as little pinwheels of exploding color flashed
behind her tightly shut eyes.
"AAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHH!" she shrieked, "OOOOOHHHHHHH!"
She had never known such incredible ecstasy. In a flash she knew that she
could have this wild excitement every night with her handsome, young
husband and the idea filled her with delight. She heaved and groaned like a
delirious gypsy girl, thrusting her silky golden pussy up to receive his
ramming prick with eager, greedy delight.
"OH, I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!" she cried in utter happiness.
Ed redoubled his heaving, ramming movement as his rock-hard piston tore
headlong into her moistly steaming pussy and his hot, sticky male cum
surged up and in the first aching flow of orgasm.
"III'MMMMM CU ... CU ... CUMMING ..." he shouted, throwing his head back in
gasping excitement. "I'M CCUUUUUMMMMMINGGGGG! AIIIEEEEEEEE!"
And he was there! A gushing explosion of cum burst forth from his
shuddering cock-head, and plunged deep into the trembling flesh of her
vaginal sheath.
"MMMMMnnnnnnnUUUUUUNNNNN!" Marion shrieked, as her own feminine juices were
suddenly released from within her wickedly convulsing cuntal walls. She
closed her eyes and floated in the groaning thrills of their double orgasm,
seeing all the stars in the universe burst apart suddenly like a fireworks 
display. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! OOOHHH!"
Ed heaved his thick, hot cum into her in short convulsive spurts, each
explosion sending aftershocks of trembling excitement to every part of his
desperately straining body. Wildly erotic thrills raced through him. He had
never felt so incredible in his life! He was ecstatic to think he could
have it whenever he wanted with his wife! HIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE WIFE! HE
COULD FUCK HER FOREVER!
"AAAANGGGGGH!" he groaned jubilantly, pouring what seemed like an endless
river of cum into her steaming, throbbing cunt.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of indescribable ecstasy, their
excitement began to drain softly away. They collapsed on the bed, happily
entwined in each other's arms and fell asleep in that position, smiling
together.
Chapter 10
"Oh, my God! Marion, listen to this!" Ed said the next morning as he opened
the morning paper at the breakfast table. "DEMON CULT HEADQUARTERS BURNS TO
GROUND!" It's about the Vallus group! The place burnt down last night! Holy
Christ!"
"What!" Marion exclaimed, nearly dropping her coffee cup.
"Yep, listen to this: The fire last night, evidently caused when candles
set drapes afire in a back room, took the lives of three people, Alida
Elgon, her son Raoul, and Lorraine Holzman."
"How horrible," Marion said, "it must have happened right after we left. My
God, we must have just missed it! What an awful thing to happen."
"Yeah ... much as I disliked all of them I sure wouldn't have wished
something like this on them. But ... I don't know ... maybe they got what
they deserved somehow ... you know what I mean?"
Marion thought for a moment over the strange, and terrifying events of the
past forty-eight hours. Visions of Raoul and Alida, and the perverse orgies
in the worship chamber, and Vallus ... most of all the powerful and bizarre
image of Vallus towering over all ... half-man, half-cat ... demon god of
the night creatures ... a shiver ran through Marion's body as she
remembered what had happened.
"I know exactly what you mean," she said, "and I think I've really learned 
an important lesson."
"Yes?"
"Yes," she said, a sly smile crossing playfully along her lips. She gazed
with loving warmth at her husband's muscular, massive build, his boyishly
handsome face with his irresistible sandy hair and brown eyes. Ever since
last night's extraordinary love-making session she hadn't been able to take
her eyes from him once. "I think I can find all the satisfaction I need
right here with you."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said, smiling warmly at her. He, too, had
found renewed appreciation for his wife's ripe, curvaceous body and her
glowing, beautiful face. Taking her hand, he pulled her around from her
chair so that she sat on his lap. "You're beautiful," he said, nibbling
playfully at her ear.
Marion giggled delightedly and kissed him hard on the lips, pressing
against his mouth. They embraced and a warm erotic feeling gushed through
both of them. They held each other tighter and Ed thrust his tongue deep
between his wife's lips.
"Mmmmmnnnn ..." Marion moaned in pleasure.
The doorbell rang. Marion pulled away slightly.
"That's the mailman," she said, "Maybe there's a letter."
"Hurry back," Ed said with a wink, feeling his huge cock throb achingly to
life, already hard as a rock and straining against his dungarees.
Marion picked up a letter that was slipped under the living room door.
"A letter from mother!" she called to Ed down the hall.
"What does she want now?" he asked wincing when he heard who it was from.
"Oh, she says she heard about a new group that just formed in the San
Fernando Valley that's strictly for women ... something about ancient
Etruscan ceremonies ... it's called Daughters of Kalita."
"Oh no," Ed groaned, feeling a slight edge of anger creep into his brain.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Do about it?" Marion asked, smiling, "just this!" And she deftly dropped
the letter into the wastebasket near the kitchen door.
Ed and Marion looked at each other and suddenly broke into gales of
laughter. Marion ran happily to her husband and sat on his lap, snuggling
warmly against his chest, fingering the buttons of his work-shirt
teasingly.
"Why don't you take the morning off?" she said softly, "tell them something
important's come up."
Maybe I will," Ed said, letting his hand slide slowly up her smooth, silky
leg and slipping under the gauzy material of her nightgown, "maybe I will."


The End
