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.