"Huh?"
"How do you know there's nothing in it for you. It seems to me you protest a little too much. Maybe if you found out a little more about these things instead of shouting at people you might pick up a thing or two."
Ed was completely taken back by her words. She handed him the charge card imperiously and he turned away in a huff to stamp the receipt in the office.
"Yeah… well, maybe so…" he mumbled as he moved inside. He had just put the card on the machine when he heard a car suddenly drive out of the gas station with a squeal of tires.
"What the…" he said, his jaw hanging open. "That dumb bitch didn't even wait for her card. Christ!"
He glanced down at the name on the charge-plate. It read LORRAINE HOLZMAN. Ed stared at the card, puzzling over his strange exchange with the girl. For some reason he found himself vividly recalling that strange talisman that hung from her mirror, and although he still felt it was all rubbish he nevertheless was drawn to the strange shape of the thing and to the intensity of belief that the girl seemed to have. A compelling idea began to take hold of him.
Maybe, he thought, maybe I ought to find out more about this damn group. After all, if Marion decides she's going to get involved, the only way I can stop her is if I know first-hand what a bunch of baloney it is. Yeah, that's it. I'll return this chick's card in person and find out what the hell's going on with this Vallus thing…
Still sprawled on the carpeted floor of the incense-laden room, Marion had fallen into a light sleep. As she slept, Raoul had slipped quietly out of the room and was in the adjacent storeroom with his mother, who had long since returned from her errands.
"Just let me get this camera loaded with this film," she was saying, "and we'll be all set."
"Hail Vallus," Raoul said, jokingly.
His mother smiled at him.
"You're such a good son," she said, as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Soon we'll have enough money to get out of this hellish city. Maybe we'll go to Acapulco. Or Europe! That would be nice."
She finished inserting the film into the camera and than placed it on the strange-looking device sitting on a nearby table.
"The automatic timer is working perfectly, that means that once I start it, it will take pictures all by itself. I don't have to do a thing but watch."
They both laughed.
"Now," she continued, "let's see how our little housewife is doing."
She drew aside a row of curtains that hung over most of the wall facing the camera. The next room, the worship chamber, was fully revealed, and they could see Marion sprawled lewdly on the floor.
"The joys of a two-way mirror," Raoul said, gazing longingly at the sleek, white body.
"Our smartest investment," Alida said.
As they watched Marion from the other room, they could see her begin to twitch slightly, as if on the verge of waking up. Her slender, voluptuous body was undulating slowly, still caught in the thrall of what had taken place only minutes before. Her large, red-tipped breasts rose and fell like waves of the ocean. At the sight of her warm, squirming body, Raoul felt his thick shaft spring to life once more. The excitement of having new flesh to explore had charged him with sensuality, and he was anxious to give full vent to his obscene desires.
"Well," Alida said, noticing her son's gently bobbing penis, "time to go back to work eh?"
"Yes…" he said, fondling himself slightly to increase his desire, "but this time she's going to do the work while I lay back and enjoy it."
"Yes, son, don't over-exert yourself. You'll spoil your looks." She reached out and patted her son's dark curling locks with her hands. "And we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
"No, Mother," he said, a leering smile spreading across his face, "Definitely not."
He turned and moved out of the room. Watching his slim naked body retreating from her, Alida sighed, as her own still-responsive body became somewhat excited by her son's young, manly buttocks bobbing as he walked, and the way the light fell across the silky fine skin of his tightly-muscled back. The door closed as he left the room, and she turned her attention to the camera, checking it again for possible mechanical flaws, and gazing through the two-way mirror at the scene that was about to unfold inside.
Raoul slipped inside the room and lay down next to Marion. He hadn't been this excited in weeks; suddenly, from nowhere, was a new disciple, a new toy for his pleasure. It was times like this he relished most, when his sense of potency and power was at its peak.
Lying spread-eagled and naked on the rug, Marion was awakened by the feeling of Raoul's hot, wet tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His body was pressed against hers, and she could feel his hard cock digging into her thigh. At first she was confused and frightened, and tried to resist him.
"Surrender to Vallus," Raoul said, soothingly, "Surrender, surrender."
Marion realized where she was. Yet, she remembered, only minutes ago she had surrendered to that strange demi-God at Raoul's insistence. Wasn't that enough? Was there still more required? She tried pulling away from him again to question him further about the cult.
"Raoul… please…" she said.
"Why do you resist?" he asked. "I told you to surrender, to give yourself completely to the will of Vallus. Separate from the ego! Lose yourself in Vallus."
"I… I'm… I'm tired…" she stammered, "and I should get home soon…"
Raoul's eyes burned with fiery anger.
"So! You are nothing more than a terrified small-minded person! Is that it? You come here to make a mockery of us, despite your calling! Despite the fact that you are a chosen creature of Vallus. Do you wish the curse of Vallus to descend on you forever? Do you?" He was screaming at her, his eyes bulging with rage.
"No… no," Marion replied, cringing in terror. "I want to do what's right. Please believe me, I do."
"Then surrender! Surrender!" he shouted.
Marion was exhausted by his insistence, and felt herself submitting completely once again.
"All right…" she said weakly. "I surrender… I give myself to Vallus…"
"Good… good," he said softly. "Trust. Trust. You will be purified. You will be saved. Trust in Vallus. Hail Vallus…"
"Hail Vallus," Marion repeated, hypnotically.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her violently. They both fell back on the floor, their two hot naked bodies were crushed together. Marion thought she would smother from the intensity of his kiss but she did not resist.
I mustn't at resist, she thought, no matter how difficult this is I must overcome my resistance. I must surrender, surrender totally!
She thought about the strange cat-demon, the picture of Vallus she had seen in the outer office and remembering it and the strange symbol seemed to calm her. Raoul's tongue had forced its way between her teeth and was hotly searching every area of her mouth. Then, she felt him take her head and begin to push her downward, forcing her away from him down towards the lower half of his body.
What is he doing, she thought. Why is he pushing me like this?
Then, in a sudden flash, she realized that she was being shoved down towards his genital area! He was pushing her head down towards his throbbing, rock-hard penis!
"No! Nooooo!" she screamed in panic.
"Surrender! Surrender now!" Raoul shouted, forcing her onward.
She was unable to resist his strength. Despite her instinctive revulsion to the lewd act he was forcing her to perform, she once again submitted to his commands, fearing the wrath of Vallus if she did not. He crushed her face against the thick, hot staff; she could feel it pulsing, gorged with lust. The pungent, masculine odor filled her nostrils, at once repelling her, yet charging her with an alert awareness of her senses. Everything in her resisted performing this crude act. This was something she had never done, not even with her husband! She had always been the passive partner, Ed taking the active role! She had never taken a man's cock in her mouth before! The bulbous head of Raoul's penis brushed against her lips, demanding to be tasted, licked, kissed!