BSS-625 The Orgiastic Cult by Mark Townsend


Chapter 1


A beautiful, red-haired young woman lay naked on the carpeted floor of 
a strange room located in the poorer business district of downtown Los 
Angeles. The room itself was square; the walls and ceiling were draped 
with dark blue velvet; one wall was completely covered with a mirror of 
smoky glass. A light mist of incense made the room hazy, almost 
surrealistic. The only light came from seven candles which stood on a 
low, altar-like platform also covered with velvet, that was placed near 
the wall directly opposite the mirror. The dancing flames made 
flickering shadows play on the skin of the girl, emphasizing each ripe 
curve of her voluptuous body.

She lay in what appeared to be a trance-like state; her eyes were 
closed and the only movement came from the rhythmic heaving of her 
creamy young breasts that rose and fell regularly while the candle 
flames made pink and rosy patterns on her skin. Periodically she would 
twist her slender body as if in the throes of an erotic dream; her long 
tapering legs would thrash and writhe, exposing the glistening "vee" of 
her pubic hair that seemed to twitch with a pulsing life of its own.

A figure appeared from behind the drapes, a young man who was also 
completely naked.

"Hail Vallus!" he cried as he entered the room.

He was a slim, young man about twenty-one. He was six feet tall, with a 
wiry, muscular build. His skin was dark, giving him a gypsyish 
appearance. His black curling hair framed an exceptionally handsome, 
sensual face. Yet, despite his good looks, there was something evil 
about him, an aura of degeneracy. His thick, full lips seemed to be 
twisted in a cruel sneer, and his dark, heavily lashed eyes seemed to 
hold images of evil and perversity in them. He wore a silver earring in 
his left ear, and suspended from the earring was a talisman that took 
the shape of a long, dagger-like object, topped by two round rings, 
like half of a four leaf clover. It swung from his ear as he moved, and 
enhanced the strange air that surrounded his appearance.

He moved towards the flame-haired girl on the floor and stood before 
her. As he did, gazing down at the gleaming, luscious body, his penis, 
unusually long and thick, began to throb and rise. His large, pendulous 
balls, swaying below his pulsing organ, began to swell with life. He 
raised his arms upwards, in a sort of ritual gesture.

"HAIL VALLUS!" he cried. "GOD OF THE NIGHT! PROTECTOR OF THE CREATURES 
OF DARKNESS! I AM YOUR SLAVE! HEAR ME! YOUR SLAVE RAOUL SURRENDERS 
HIMSELF TO YOUR COMMANDS!"


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