"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 SEVEN
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."