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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be ... "TheEditor".





                        The Orgiastic Cult



                            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 priestesso 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
fwas 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 activrt.
     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, sd 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, naive, 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!  Hinitals
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

