"The orgiastic cult" - читать интересную книгу автора (Townsend Mark)

CHAPTER EIGHT

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, Mariondon'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! Heseemed 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.