"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.