Chapter 5

Ed and Marion barely spoke to each other than evening. Both of them were concentrating on their own clandestine involvement with the lurid Cult of Vallus. Marion didn't even notice that Ed came home well past the usual dinner hour. They ate in silence. Later they watched television, pretending to be absorbed in the flickering images on the screen but both their heads were filled with the events of the day.

Marion vividly recalled the strange, erotic scenes that had taken place in the velvet-lined room with Raoul, and despite her initial revulsion at such apparent corruption and immorality, little by little she found herself submerging completely in the exciting new feelings he and Vallus had called up in her. She had never felt so powerful, so alive... she thought perhaps that was the beginning of her salvation through Vallus! Perhaps she was well on her way to becoming a better person! In any case, she couldn't take her mind off Raoul's slender, hard-muscled body, and his strange, piercing eyes. And the earring... with the dangling symbol...

Ed's body still trembled from the full impact of his wild afternoon with that exotic redheaded Lorraine. She had called up the most savage part of him, part of him he had barely known existed. He remembered vividly the feeling of his aching cock slamming brutally into her frothing, shuddering pussy, and he was dying to do it again. He wanted to feel that incredible sense of jungle abandon that had roared through his body like a jolting streak of lightning. Sitting in his easy chair, watching a comedy act on television, he could feel his penis already begin to stir at the merest memory of his incredible union with Lorraine.

He glanced at his blonde wife for a moment; she seemed totally absorbed in the shimmering screen and looked so sweet and vulnerable that he was overcome with guilt about his lewd infidelity. Perhaps, he thought, I should end this thing right here and now! But then, in a sudden flash, that strange symbol, the two-ringed dagger of Vallus, burned its image into his brain, and all remorse fled immediately. His mind conjured up the memory of the writhing, twisting body of Lorraine as she had stared obscenely at herself, flushed and passionate, in the long mirror; he yearned to fuck her again, to know that bucking demon excitement again as he had that afternoon.

"Well, I'm kind of tired," he said, rising from the chair and turning to conceal the pulsing bulge in his pants. "I'm going to turn in early."

"Okay," Marion said, still staring at the set. "I'll be in soon."

She listened as Ed shut the door to the bedroom. Then she let her mind wander freely over the events of the day. She remembered how it had felt to run her mouth over Raoul's hot genitals, and the screaming, blinding passion she had known under the shadow of that ancient Sumerian symbol. Hail Vallus... Hail Vallus... the words seemed to echo in her brain like a call to life! Whatever lingering guilt she might have had were swept away in the powerful words of the chant: Hail Vallus... Hail Vallus...

Much later, she switched off the television set and went quietly into the bedroom. Ed was sound asleep; she could tell from the heaviness of his breathing. In a few moments she had washed and slipped into her nightgown. Sighing, she lay down beside her husband in bed and soon she had drifted into sleep.

And then the dream began...

She was in a huge dark room, so huge she could barely see the walls or ceiling in the all-encompassing shadows. Suddenly, in the distance were two gleaming, glistening green eyes... the eyes of a cat. The eyes seemed to come closer and closer. Marion grew terrified, she turned, trying to run, but there seemed to be no way to escape the evil, flashing eyes that pursued her. She suddenly stopped and turned to confront her pursuer, but she saw that the eyes had now become a cat's head, a huge cat's head like the picture of Vallus she had seen. Now the head took a body as well, the body of a man. It was Vallus himself! The figure began to grow to staggering proportions, and his penis, pulsing erect, now seemed gargantuan as he towered above the terrified girl.

The God began to laugh -- long, loud, demonic laughter, and as he did, he reached down and began to grasp and shake his mighty genitals. His gigantic tool became hard, thunderingly rigid and he leered at Marion, huddling terrified before him, as he stroked his massive cock. The laughter became so intense as to be almost unbearable and Marion turned to run again.

The cat-figure pursued her, like a monster; no matter how fast Marion ran the hideous apparition was right at her heels waving his mammoth ramrod at her obscenely, dripping cruel laughter from his lips. She began to scream... Help! HELP! HELP!... and suddenly Vallus reached down and grabbed her, pulling her high up in the air like a giant crane lifting her skyward. She screamed in shuddering terror.

"Marion! Marion!"

Someone was shaking her and calling her awake. It was Ed, her husband. Suddenly her eyes were open wide and she realized she had been in the grip of a horrible nightmare.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "You sounded like you were having a real bad dream."

"Oh," she said softly, embarrassed and still terrified, "I'm all right. It's just a silly nightmare. I'm fine. I think I ate too many pieces of pie for dessert. That's all."

"Okay," Ed said, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Go to sleep now. We got to get up early tomorrow."

"All right," she whispered, and fell back onto her pillow. In a few moments they were both sound asleep. Marion had no further dreams that night.

The next morning, after Ed had left for work, Marion mused over her strange nightmare. The terror she had felt when she was being pursued seemed very real to her. Perhaps the dream was an omen, an omen to stay away from the Cult of Vallus. Perhaps Ed had been right from the beginning, and the entire thing was a dangerous hoax. At first she had refused to admit Ed would be right, but now, after that bizarre encounter with Raoul, and the dream, she began to have serious doubts. Despite the exciting new passion she had come to know, Ed's young blonde wife now felt there was a danger lurking in this group that could mean serious trouble. She resolved, then and there, to have nothing further to do with them. The telephone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Marion Hill?" It was a woman's voice, deep and exotic.

"Yes... yes, it is."

"Oh, Marion, my dear... this is Alida."

Marion's heart began to pound and she caught her breath.

"Oh... y... yes..." she stammered, "what is it you want?"

"Oh, my darling girl, I simply wanted to find out if you would be coming to the worship service tonight. It will be especially in your honor."

Marion froze, unable to speak. She didn't want to go back there, ever! She couldn't!

"Well..." she said softly. "I'm not sure I can come. You see my husband had planned to do something tonight and I promised..."

"Not coming?" Alida queried imperiously. "Oh, my dear, you must come. Surely your husband realizes how important this is to your development. And surely you won't let him stand in the way!"

"I... I'm... I'm afraid I have no choice. I'm sorry..."

There was a long icy silence over the phone. Then suddenly Alida spoke again, this time with deceptive cheeriness.

"Ah, well, then surely you can help us in another way today."

"What do you mean?"

"Vallus spoke to me last night, as I sat in meditation. He spoke to me more clearly than ever before. He said: 'Alida, now that the new priestess has come, my chosen one, we must expand our facilities. Only when we dwell in a greater temple, a temple large enough to fully encompass the magnitude of my power, only then will we be able to become the worldwide force that is our destiny.' Don't you see, Marion? A larger room, a larger worship chamber so more worshipers can come..."

"But I don't see... I mean... how..."

"How you can help?"

"Y... yes..."

"Money."

Marion sat in her kitchen holding the phone against her ear in utter disbelief. So! That was it! That was what they wanted all along! She renewed her determination to sever connection completely with this corrupt group.

Oh, Ed, she thought suddenly, how right you were! Why didn't I listen to you!

"I'm sorry... I don't have any money," she said.

There was another short silence, then Alida spoke with alarming sharpness.

"Don't give me that. We know you've got some money. You be down here by three o'clock with money or..."

Marion couldn't believe the change in tone. And what was she threatening?

"What will you do if I don't come down with it?" she asked.

"Well," Alida continued in a cold drawl, "we have some photographs taken of you... you and Raoul... in the worship chamber... yesterday... taken from a two-way mirror. I think your husband will find them most interesting... yes, most interesting..."

Marion was stiff with alarm. A shudder of fear ran through her. They had taken pictures of her grotesque interlude with Raoul! A rush of shame and guilt coursed through her body; she felt suffused with degradation.

"See you this afternoon, darling?" Alida asked.

"Y... y... yess..." Marion whispered tears forming in her eyes, "yes... yes..."

There was a click as Alida hung up.

Ed was working under the huge, luxury Imperial when Lorraine's car pulled into the garage. He didn't even hear her until her smooth, silky voice called to him under the car.

"Say, handsome, can you give me a little hi-test?"

He slid out from under the gleaming auto on the wheeled dolly. His face broke out in a wide grin as he caught sight of her flaming red hair and the lush, sloping breasts barely concealed behind the thin material of her blouse. She wore a mini-skirt of the barest minimum length, so short that from his advantageous position on the dolly, he could see the entire length of her statuesque legs and thighs, almost right up into the honey- bush of her pussy.

"Hi," he said. He stood up and wiped the grease onto his dungarees. "Surprise visit, huh?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes roving over every muscular inch of his hard, lean body. Seeing him in his own environment of the garage only heightened her excitement. The chains hanging from the rafters, the tires, the grease, the smell of oil and gas, combined with his incredible physique and tight, dirty work- clothes, gave him an animal-like sexuality. Lorraine became tingly with lusty expectation. She had driven to the garage on a whim; she'd been feeling restless all morning, and she wanted him again. Her body ached to feel him inside her. She reached out and took his hand and placed it up under her short skirt, right on the soft, moist mound between her legs.

Ed was taken completely by surprise.

Christ, she's not wearing anything under that little bit of a skirt. My hand's right on her naked pussy!

The redhead indeed had brazenly clamped Ed's hand over her open cuntal entrance, and was sliding her hips back and forth over his dirty palm leaving no question in his mind what she wanted and why she was here.

Ed glanced about and realized that they could be seen from the street.

"Hey, listen babe, I hate like hell to stop this, but maybe this isn't such a good place, you know what I mean?"

"Why not?" she asked coyly, rubbing more furiously over his grease-stained fingers, obscenely spreading her legs so that his fingers were placed right over the wet, excited flesh of her vaginal slit. "I like it here. It's... uh, it's exciting."

God, this is some hot bitch, he thought. She wants to do it anywhere, anytime!

"Well," he said finally, straining to think clearly, driven to a fever pitch of passion by her vulgar gestures, "lemme close up the garage. If the boss gets word of what's going on, I'll be fired for sure."

"Whatever you say, lover," she cooed, releasing his hand.

Ed walked into the station office. There was nobody outside, and it looked like it would be a slow afternoon. Despite his passion for Lorraine, he had some doubts about closing up. After all it was practically unheard of to close a gas station in the middle of a weekday afternoon; in fact he knew if he was discovered, he would be fired on the spot. But his surging lust for this strange, exotic young woman overcame all his doubt and anxiety. Indeed the minute Lorraine had placed his grimy palm on her obscenely naked cunt his penis had hardened instantly, and it was still pulsing savagely, longing to fuck her immediately. He pulled down the shade of the office and locked the door carefully. Then he lowered each of the garage doors, so that the garage was locked up tighter than a drum. For good measure, he hung a "back in one hour" sign on the door. Then, after a last look around the street and pavement to make sure they were empty, he went into the garage. What he saw made his eyes pop.

Lorraine had taken off all her clothes and was sprawled on the shining metal hood of the Imperial standing on the grease rack. She was lying on her stomach, her white skin and bright red hair a vivid contrast to the glistening dark maroon of the car metal. She began undulating and twisting her body on the cool metal as if she were trying to... to fuck the shining hood! Her eyes were half-closed as she bucked and writhed. Ed stared in disbelief. In the back of his mind something told him that Lorraine's depravity was deeper than anything he had ever known in any girl; she seemed to go to any lengths to satisfy her senses. Maybe, he thought, maybe this is what comes of Vallus; maybe she's gone crazy from what she learned in that Cult. But these thoughts were but a dim call; primary in his consciousness was his own lust and the sense of lewd delight that rippled through him as he saw her warm, gleaming body undulating on the cold metal of that streamlined car. His penis shuddered with a new spasm of aching desire. Half-crazed with what he saw, he began to tear off his own clothes, longing to join the wanton redhead in whatever sensual desires happened to come to them.