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CHAPTER FOUR

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.