Cult adultery

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A hidden cave.
The entrance is two meters high and three meters wide, large enough for three adults to walk side by side. The arched walls are painted with plaster, giving the appearance of a very sturdy tunnel, with moss growing on the side near the entrance.
The peeling concrete indicates that the cave has existed for a long time.
The winding tunnel widens as you walk forward, culminating in a spacious open area the size of a plaza, brightly lit and illuminated. A smooth
floor is laid on the ground, at the other end of which is an altar made of rosewood.
This cave likely utilizes modern technology, with various ventilation systems, making it neither cold in winter nor hot in summer, a comfortable environment year-round, like a secluded paradise.
The cult leader, staff in hand, ascended the altar. His appearance was grotesque: a full head of silver-white hair, reaching his shoulders, and a thick, long mustache around his lips, making his face seem covered in hair. Yet, one could still vaguely discern his greyish-brown complexion and deeply wrinkled features, bearing the marks of time.
His eyes, perched atop a high, aquiline nose, shone with an unfathomable, strange light that could drive a person to madness. Once his gaze was fixed upon him, there was no escape; one
could only submit obediently. The cult leader was said to be over one hundred and thirty years old—a lifespan rarely seen in the world—which explained the deep wrinkles on his face.
Despite this, his body remained perfectly upright, showing no signs of old age. His entire body seemed composed of skin, bone, and muscle, moving with a light, agile grace, exuding a regal air, his imposing presence enough to intimidate.
His staff, adorned with six gold rings, rang with a clear, metallic sound when shaken; its head was shaped like a man's genitals.
The bizarre ritual was now beginning.
Young, robust attendants stood on either side of the cult leader. About sixty followers sat on the ground in the square, each holding a porcelain bowl. Their heads were all covered with black cloth, leaving only small holes for their eyes to see.
From the neck down, they were completely naked, especially the female followers, whose bodies were voluptuous and fleshy, and none of them were more than thirty years old.
The followers sitting on the floor focused their gaze on the cult leader's crotch. His lower body was also naked, and his genitals, hanging between his legs, were not only old, ugly, and fleshy, but also shrunken and drooping.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The cult leader struck his staff three times forcefully, the gold rings ringing clearly. Instantly, the entire square fell silent; the followers held their breath, awaiting a miracle.
Dear readers, please pay attention; a strange phenomenon is beginning to appear.
The shriveled penis hanging between his legs began to stir, gradually growing thicker and larger until it finally stood erect, as thick as a baby's clenched fist.
A man over a hundred years old, without any external stimulation, had miraculously transformed his decaying state in a short time. His penis not only stood erect but also throbbed, thick and firm, a full twenty centimeters long—truly unbelievable.
The believers stared intently at the cult leader's erect member.
A moment later, a servant approached the cult leader and placed a red plastic bag, resembling a condom, over his engorged penis.
The cult leader then began to mutter a prayer, his voice low and hoarse; no one present could understand what he was reciting.
Suddenly, the cult leader shouted, and liquid immediately spurted from the tip of the red plastic bag, shooting out without any external stimulation—perhaps due to the efficacy of the prayer he had recited! Otherwise, how could a centenarian possess such power?
The attendant respectfully removed the red plastic bag from his genitals. Had it not been for the plastic bag, the ejaculation might have scattered in all directions, wasting the cult leader's fluids.
The attendant poured the fluid drop by drop into each believer's bowl. Then, one of the female believers, holding a wine bottle, poured wine into the bowl containing the fluid. At the cult leader's command, all the believers raised their bowls and drank it all in one gulp, not leaving a drop.
The cult leader sat leisurely on his emperor's chair, while the bizarre ritual continued.
Next, all the female believers stood up, moved forward a few steps, and formed a line, their buttocks facing the altar. Their snow-white and plump buttocks were aligned in a straight line, then they prostrated themselves on the ground, their full buttocks raised high towards the sky, as if preparing to offer themselves to the gods.
The cult leader stood up again, holding a round tin jar. He walked into the crowd, and inside the jar was a strange, viscous liquid, like egg white. A phallus-like head was inserted into the jar, and then, one by one, the viscous head was inserted into the wet, grassy areas of each female follower.
Because the head was coated in the liquid, the insertion was relatively smooth, and with each insertion, a low, muffled moan could be clearly heard.
According to their doctrine, this insertion symbolized "purification." The liquid in the jar had antibacterial and contraceptive properties, and also served as an aphrodisiac.
After the "purification" ritual was completed, the cult leader struck the floor with his tin staff, making a "clang! clang! clang" sound.
The male followers watched intently, as if awaiting the cult leader's signal. Upon hearing the "clang! clang! clang" sound, they scattered impatiently, rushing towards the female followers' buttocks. They didn't need to compete; as long as there was space, their buttocks would voluntarily move forward to form pairs.
Two buttocks were empty, indicating that two women were an extra among the more than sixty male and female believers.
Some male believers lifted a woman's leg and thrust forward, some engaged in verbal sparring, some buried their heads between a man's legs and licked his lips, some clung to a man's body with their hands behind their backs, their plump buttocks pushing back and forth; some lifted a woman's legs and placed them on their shoulders, thrusting in and out; some thrust into her from behind, like pigs and dogs mating; some held her ankles, like an old man pushing a cart; some groped her, fondling her breasts while... They constantly exchanged partners, each move practiced with practiced ease.
Because each believer's head was covered with a black cloth, and they didn't know each other, the psychological barrier was removed, and they became unrestrained. Coupled with the aphrodisiac's effects, they engaged in promiscuous intercourse, reaching the extreme of debauchery. This breathtaking scene was like an uninhibited gathering, a sexual banquet, a hybrid extravaganza at the end of the century, where humanity had ceased to exist, leaving only primal bestiality.
Heart-wrenching moans and hoarse cries echoed throughout the cave.
The cult leader sat comfortably in his chair, watching this spectacular lewd scene, nodding occasionally and revealing a terrifying, wicked smile; he seemed extremely satisfied.
The two additional female followers were each buried between the legs of their attendants.
The continuous moans and sounds of ecstasy were soul-stirring; the ceremony was nearing its climax, each female follower experiencing a series of orgasms before its final moments… Nearby, on the left side, near the edge of the mountain, a place rarely visited by humans
, had become a secret meeting place for lovers due to its quiet surroundings.
A car was parked in a clearing in the woods, containing a couple who had come from afar, naturally seeking pleasure.
Since no one lived nearby, the couple in the car moved with abandon, the car swaying occasionally, and the woman's explicit moans could be heard from afar.
That day, the sky was overcast, a biting north wind howled, and the cold was bone-chilling—it was the dead of winter.
However, the train carriage was heated, creating a separate world.
"Mrs. Wu!"
Cai Xiaozhang cupped Mrs. Wu's breasts in his hands. Her breasts were soft and elastic, her snow-white skin smooth and silky to the touch, as if drawn to his skin.
Mrs. Wu was twenty-five years old, with a full and mature figure, which aroused Xiaozhang's desire.
"Don't call me Mrs. Wu, just call me Meiyun!" A pair of bright, watery eyes looked at Xiao Zhang, and her magnetic voice spoke to him.
At this moment, the woman's eyes were exceptionally captivating, shining with an unusual brilliance, almost bewitching, and exuding a captivating charm.
"Meiyun, I love you, I'm madly in love!" Xiao Zhang said hastily.
Xiao Zhang's eyes were empty, as if in a dream, because the woman he admired was his friend's wife. He had never imagined that one day he could have her, let alone physical intimacy. Xiao Zhang and Meiyun's husband, Wu Guming, were originally classmates. When Guming and Meiyun got married, he was invited to the wedding banquet. He met Meiyun at the banquet and became infatuated with her. He couldn't help but confess his feelings to her, but unfortunately, Meiyun rejected him.
Three months later, Xiao Zhang suddenly received a call from Meiyun, saying that she wanted to meet him. Xiao Zhang was overjoyed and immediately drove to pick her up, heading straight for this remote mountain road.
Meiyun said, "I'm not a wicked woman who cheats on her husband, but I have a special fondness for you and am willing to spend one night with you, just this once, and never again. Will you agree?"
Meiyun took off her upper garment and unhooked her bra, revealing her snow-white breasts, which swayed in front of Xiaozhang. He couldn't wait to squeeze and fondle Meiyun's breasts with both hands.
"Ah! Ah!"
Meiyun's lips let out soft moans. Xiaozhang lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, using a combination of sucking, licking, biting, and twisting techniques to arouse Meiyun's burning desire.
"Ah! Xiaozhang, I can't take it anymore, give it to me..."
Meiyun's heart suddenly trembled. She had never been so unrestrained with her husband, uttering obscene words, but this thought only flashed through her mind like lightning.
While sucking and licking her breasts, Xiaozhang lifted her skirt and reached inside.
He caressed the soft skin between Meiyun's legs, slowly moving towards the end. He felt the touch, moist and warm; Meiyun was already aroused.
Xiao Zhang took the opportunity to pull down her panties, and Meiyun obediently thrust her pink buttocks upwards. Xiao Zhang peeled off Meiyun's panties like peeling fruit.
Xiao Zhang lifted one of Meiyun's legs, his hand rubbing and rotating on her wet area. She swayed her waist, twisting and contorting, her eyes bloodshot.
"Give it to me...give it to me!" she shook her head, her hair flying wildly, screaming hysterically.
His hands still lingered at her wet entrance, occasionally gently inserting.
Meiyun's waist trembled continuously, and she murmured as if talking in her sleep, having reached a state of ecstasy.
Her left hand hooked around Xiao Zhang's neck, and her right hand unzipped her pants, revealing his engorged and swollen penis.
"Ah! So big!"
The vibrant member was now hovering before Mei Yun's eyes, and she stared, stunned, letting out a soft cry.
Driven by lust, Mei Yun became even more unrestrainedly wanton.
"Mei Yun, I'll never forget this moment!"
Mei Yun further pulled down Xiao Zhang's trousers, grasping his erect penis in one hand, caressing it with obvious affection, occasionally burying her face between his legs and taking his penis into her mouth. He inhaled the slightly sour scent of the man, as if in a dream.
"Mei Yun!"
Xiao Zhang stared at Mei Yun's passion, speechless. His heart was filled with unease; why was she so alluring and seductive? Why had she willingly offered herself to him? A series of questions swirled in his mind.
"Mei Yun, I can't take it anymore!"
He seemed not to hear her, continuing his rapid-fire tongue, unwilling to leave.
Xiao Zhang couldn't hold back any longer and almost ejaculated, but Mei Yun continued to work hard beneath him, making soft, wet sounds.
Meiyun was also somewhat surprised by her own lewdness.
She had learned about oral sex techniques from adult magazines, but she had never tried taking her husband's penis in her mouth. Now, she was doing this so naturally in front of Xiaozhang, like a harlot—it was unbelievable.
Seeing that she showed no sign of stopping, Xiaozhang lifted her face and forcefully raised her buttocks onto his thighs, preparing to insert his erect penis into her wet and sticky flower path.
Their bodies pressed together, facing each other, their eyes burning with desire.
Meiyun frowned, her full buttocks rubbing back and forth, constantly writhing and turning, while moaning.
"Xiaozhang…hold me tight…I…I’m going to…die…"
Meiyun cried out as she rubbed.
The carriage swayed continuously, visible even from afar; everyone knew that a couple was performing a sexual game inside.
"Ouch!"
Meiyun suddenly cried out. She saw heads moving around outside the carriage, and two men were peeking through the windows on either side. Judging from their appearance, these men were no good. Xiaozhang and Meiyun hurriedly separated their close bodies.
The three men grinned wickedly, their six eyes all fixed on Xiaozhang's erect penis.
Although Meiyun wasn't wearing underwear, thankfully her short skirt covered her private parts; otherwise, she would have been even more embarrassed and ashamed.
"Open the door!"
"Get out here!"
the three men shouted, brandishing wooden sticks.
Xiaozhang couldn't help but shudder. He was confident in his size and strength, but he knew he would be at a disadvantage against three armed men unarmed. Driving was out of the question; he was in a bind. His only option was to obediently get out and see what happened.
"Meiyun, stay seated!"
"There are too many of you, don't go out!"
Xiao Zhang opened the car door, stepped out of the carriage, and prepared to negotiate with them.
But the three men immediately surrounded him, and without saying a word, raised wooden sticks and started hitting Xiao Zhang in the face. Xiao Zhang instinctively tried to block with his hands, but how could flesh and blood withstand the attack of wooden sticks? He cried out, "Ouch!"
Then another man kicked him in the stomach, and at the same time, he was attacked from behind, receiving another blow. The unexpected attacks left Xiao Zhang completely defenseless.
"Ouch!" he cried out in pain, and he fell to the ground. The three men did not let up, adding another blow. Xiao Zhang was in unbearable pain, lying on the ground panting.
Meiyun, who was in the carriage, witnessed the dangerous situation and kept crying for help.
Six eyes were focused on Meiyun, and a lewd smile appeared on their lips.
A man opened the car door, grabbed Meiyun's hand, and forcibly pulled her out. She knew she was at their mercy, and resistance was futile.
"Please let me go!"
one man pleaded, hastily rolling up her skirt. Her snow-white lower body was laid bare before the three men. Without underwear, her private parts were completely exposed, dazzlingly visible.
One man grabbed Meiyun's breasts from behind and kneaded them, while another squatted in front of her, removing her skirt and staring at her dark, pubic hair with fiery eyes.
"Please, stop!"
she cried, struggling and kicking at them.
A woman facing three predatory men in the quiet, deserted countryside—all her struggles were in vain.
A man spread Meiyun's legs wide, exposing her small, narrow opening completely.
"Don't be afraid! Wasn't that great? Enjoy it!"
After saying this, the man forcefully inserted two fingers into the sensitive area Xiao Zhang had just entered. Meiyun gritted her teeth and shivered.
The man lewdly rotated his fingers.
"No…stop…"
Meiyun twisted her waist, trying to move his fingers, but to no avail.
The two fingers inside her were now spread into a Y-shape.
Meiyun felt her body begin to react, though not willingly.
Then, he removed his trousers, and Meiyun inadvertently opened her eyes, discovering the man's enormous member. She gasped, "Wow!" The man's penis resembled a purplish, swollen gourd, studded with more than ten pearls, throbbing before Meiyun's eyes. Her heart pounded wildly.
"Look at my treasure, a sight to behold! Today I'll show you!"
After saying this, the man stood there and thrust his enormous member straight into Meiyun's core.
Because the man was short, it was easier for him to do so.
Meiyun closed her eyes and endured it.
The man's strength was terrifying, making it very difficult for her to resist. When the enormous member was fully inside her, she cried out softly, and although she tried her best to endure, she couldn't help but react.
Her body stopped struggling and slowly went limp.
Due to the man's continuous thrusting, she felt a sensation of orgasm. Meiyun, whose knees were weak, felt as if a burning rod was inside her, constantly enduring the powerful thrusts, which was extremely painful.
"Please, finish quickly!" she pleaded in agony.
Just then, the man who had grabbed Meiyun from behind suddenly shouted loudly, "There's someone over there!
Not far away, an old man with a wooden cane is standing, looking like a white-haired old man with a sage-like air. "
"Don't come any closer!"
"Old ghost, get out of here! " "Otherwise, I won't be polite!"
The wrinkled old man chuckled, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light.
One of the men was about to raise his wooden stick to strike the old man, but upon meeting his gaze, he seemed to be subdued, his body immediately going limp and frozen in place.
The old man muttered incantations, and the other two men, as if under a spell, stood rooted to the spot like stone pillars, unable to move.
Then, the old man, along with Xiao Zhang and Mei Yun, disappeared into the night... Meanwhile, Mei Yun's initiative to arrange a rendezvous with Xiao Zhang stemmed entirely from a desire for revenge.
Her husband, Wu Guming, and Xiao Zhang's sister, A Ling, were frequently having an affair. Mei Yun discovered this and discreetly inquired around, learning that the couple regularly frequented this deserted place for their trysts.
To vent her anger, Mei Yun decided to use A Ling's brother, Cai Xiao Zhang, in a similar manner. The Way of the Man is Retributed.
Xiao Zhang was completely unaware of this.
Today, Gu Ming and A Ling had come to this area for a secret rendezvous. Just as they were making love, an old man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaving them scrambling to tidy themselves.
Since Gu Ming was a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, ordinary people were no match for him, let alone a white-haired old man; dealing with him was a piece of cake.
The old man's gaze met Gu Ming's, and Gu Ming felt the old man's sharp gaze piercing him like laser beams, radiating intense heat.
Gu Ming immediately shifted his gaze and launched a flying kick straight at the old man's head.
The old man calmly leaped up, like a swallow; his jumping power was astonishing. So Gu Ming's kick flew through the air, and after several somersaults, the old man landed on the trunk of an old pine tree.
"Gu Ming!" "
Ah Ling screamed in terror. Suddenly, two burly men held sharp knives to her neck.
As Gu Ming's gaze turned towards Ah Ling, in a flash, before he could react, a hard object struck the back of his head. His mind went blank, and he gradually lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he was bound with ropes, just like Ah Ling, unable to move his limbs, in a strange place, like a basement or a cave.
"Gu Ming, this is terrifying!"
"Did you see them bring you here?"
"My head was covered with a black cloth; I couldn't see anything." At this
moment, a group of men in black approached them, their eyes only showing two small holes for navigation. The entire atmosphere was eerie, and Ah Ling's body trembled uncontrollably.
The men in black remained silent, lifting Gu Ming and Ah Ling and carrying them towards the plaza. Upon reaching the plaza, they set them down on the floor.
An old man dressed in black sat on a chair at the altar. Gu Ming immediately recognized the old man as the same one he had just defeated.
The men in black respectfully approached the old man and bowed.
"Long live the leader!"
the leader declared, holding a staff, flanked by two burly men in black.
"Now, the religious inquisition will commence!" the younger man in black proclaimed loudly, his voice echoing throughout the plaza.
"You are enemies of our Cosmic Church. If you renounce your faith, you can immediately become members of our Cosmic Church." "
Gu Ming recalled reading in the newspapers about the Guyana People's Temple incident. This religion, under the guise of religion, had caused the martyrdom of over seven hundred believers. He heard their deaths were forced suicides, becoming headline news worldwide at the time.
Thinking of this, Gu Ming felt extremely tense.
Looking at the wrinkled face of the so-called leader, a chill ran through his body.
The white-haired leader stood on the altar, calmly recounting the tenets of their Cosmic Religion.
It turned out that the Cosmic Religion's aim was to purify sexual desire and achieve physical enlightenment, while simultaneously living a normal life..." To experience the true meaning of life and enrich its significance—this is the purpose and truth of the Cosmic Religion. The union of Yin and Yang, based on reason and understanding, is its true essence and the ideal state towards Nirvana.
Therefore, sexual intercourse is not based on lust; the partner is neither likable nor disliked, as long as they are of the opposite sex.
The union of Yin and Yang, devoid of lust, is a supreme praise to God.
The leader spoke eloquently about the doctrines of the Cosmic Religion, then added: "To help everyone further understand the principle of achieving Buddhahood in the physical body, you must persist in studying the three major methods: Body, Form, and Function." "
The so-called 'body' refers to the physical bodies of men and women. Physical bodies vary from person to person. The Cosmic Religion emphasizes 'appearance,' which refers to the sexual organs of men and women. Men's sexual organs differ in length, size, and color; this is the sexual appearance of men and women.
'Use' refers to the methods of using the sexual organs, including caressing, positions, and sexual techniques.
" The leader paused briefly, then continued, "Remember, sexual intercourse is a fundamental human desire, without distinction of kinship or familiarity."
The young men standing on either side, after the leader finished speaking, immediately removed their black robes, revealing their genitals, which were wrinkled and extremely ugly.
Ah Ling looked up, her gaze falling between the cult leader's legs. His manhood was shriveled and lifeless, lost in the hazy wrinkles of his body.
In a flash, she noticed the listless member stirring, showing signs of swelling, and she was astonished. The speed and firmness of his erection were far beyond what one would expect from a centenarian.
As the erection before her eyes stood like a pillar reaching to the sky, Ah Ling stared in disbelief, captivated by its swelling.
The man in black robes untied Ah Ling's ropes and stripped her naked, then casually forced her down onto the ground, her buttocks raised to face the cult leader.
She didn't resist, only submitting.
"No, let me go!" Ah Ling cried out unconsciously.
With the cult leader standing behind Ah Ling, his glans, still wet with fluid, penetrated her from behind.
Her snow-white, full buttocks swayed left and right, but were ultimately held down by the man in black, unable to move.
The cult leader, kneeling behind Ah Ling, gripped her smooth, moon-like buttocks with both hands, his massive member thrusting in from behind.
"Ouch!" Ah Ling cried out involuntarily.
Gu Ming watched coldly, saying nothing. He guessed this old man must possess boundless magical power; he must have used some kind of evil magic to turn the young monk into a giant-headed Buddha.
According to ancient legends, superpowers can be divided into five types: selflessness, telekinesis, telepathy, mental insight, and supernatural abilities.
For example, Gu Ming immediately lost consciousness upon contact with the cult leader's gaze—this was supernatural ability. The ability to make his penis erect was telekinesis. The cult leader's unpredictable appearances at the place where Gu Ming and Ah Ling met were telepathy; their thoughts and intentions could not escape his eyes—this was mental insight.
"Ah...ah...I...can't...take it...anymore..." Ah Ling groaned from the bottom of her throat.
Because the cult leader was using a doggy-style approach, Ah Ling couldn't see his face, which only heightened her excitement.
A sexual partner doesn't have to be someone you like; perhaps this is the purpose of the Cosmic Cult.
Ah Ling felt a sensation of ecstasy, her last vestiges of feminine modesty and shame vanishing instantly.
She felt waves crashing within her, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, incredibly ecstatic. Low, hoarse moans escaped from her throat, like a continuous, gentle stream.
"Oh, I...I'm going to die...I...I'm going to fly..." she trembled and whispered, as if having a seizure.
At this scene, even the most indifferent onlookers were deeply moved.
The cult leader didn't stop because of her cries; instead, like an accelerating motorcycle, he thrust forward forcefully, sometimes slowing down, pumping freely. With each thrust, her heart skipped a beat; the swelling sensation made Ah Ling feel like she was dying and coming back to life.
On the other side, Mei Yun and Xiao Zhang, escorted by several men in black, appeared on the platform, both completely naked.
"Mei Yun!" Gu Ming called her softly.
His eyes, like a flame, fixed on Mei Yun's naked body. He felt she was more mature and alluring than before.
Although Gu Ming was Mei Yun's husband, he was astonished by his wife's stunning figure and felt a pang of regret for his past neglect.
The cult leader stepped back, ordering Xiao Zhang to continue. Xiao Zhang grabbed his sister A Ling's rounded arm and then joined in.
Incest was not taboo in the Cosmic Cult; siblings, mothers and sons, and fathers and daughters could freely engage in intercourse because, according to the Cosmic Cult's doctrine, there was only the distinction between men and women, not between close and distant relatives.
Xiao Zhang's expression was like that of someone brainwashed, obeying orders without question. Because A Ling was leaning forward, she was unaware that the person behind her was her own brother, Xiao Zhang.
Perhaps A Ling, like Xiao Zhang, was also oblivious, leading to this tragic sibling act.
From a doctrinal perspective, this cult was practically hell on earth, violating morality and defying the will of Heaven; civilized society would not tolerate their existence.
"Ah... harder... ah..."
Xiao Zhang seemed possessed, increasing his speed at her cries, his thrusts becoming completely chaotic.
Continuous moans escaped from A Ling's half-open mouth, climax after climax, the impact surging within her like waves, leaving her in a state of ecstasy, almost delirious.
"She's reached heaven with one orifice, and can become a Buddha with the other. Now it's your turn!"
the cult leader said, pointing his staff at Gu Ming.
At this moment, three naked women wearing black headscarves appeared. Their faces were obscured, their identities unknown, but judging from their nakedness, they were all alluring, mature, and voluptuous. They stripped Gu Ming naked in front of Mei Yun. One
of the mature women straddled Gu Ming, her pubic hair directly facing his face, then began to sway her hips, her lower body aligned with his upper body. The other women buried their heads at the base of Gu Ming's legs, concentrating their efforts with lightning speed.
Another woman grabbed his hand and moved it to her crotch, using his hand to caress and rub her wild, swampy area.
Mei Yun lay prostrate on the ground, her narrow eyes observing the four's passionate lovemaking.
Jealousy was taboo in the Cosmic Religion, and it also forbade the view of the opposite sex as one's own. Men and women were free to choose their partners, and intercourse was permitted with anyone of the opposite sex.
Therefore, in the Cosmic Religion, both men and women had to cover their heads with black cloths, unable to discern each other's beauty or ugliness, and only with an unhindered mind could they engage in intercourse. Furthermore, because it was purely a physical union, the primary sexual position was the rear-facing position.
Even standing, sitting, and lying positions did not deviate from the rear-facing position.
At this moment, Ah Ling's expression was as if she had reached paradise, floating on air. After it was over, she seemed to still be in a dream, turning around and playing with Xiao Zhang's penis. This was certainly not Ah Ling's will, but rather the result of the cult leader's hypnosis.
Under his control, they had committed this immoral act.
Gu Ming, a practitioner of Qigong and a Taekwondo expert, possessed extraordinary willpower and was desperately searching for a way to escape. He
had fought the cult leader before and knew his strength.
To break free from the clutches and regain his freedom, he had to overcome the leader's boundless mental power.
Gu Ming tossed and turned on the floor, deep in thought. Ah Ling had become a captive of the Cosmic Cult, perhaps because women were weaker and easier to subdue. The leader's intervention had changed her life.
Because the leader possessed the ability to see into people's hearts, he knew perfectly well who was truly submissive.
The female followers constantly changed their tactics, engaging Gu Ming in a series of intense sexual encounters. Some held his penis in their mouths until he ejaculated, then swallowed it whole, repeating the same methods as before, seemingly trying to drain his life force.
If Gu Ming hadn't been young and strong, he would have already succumbed.
"Gu Ming, submit to the Cosmic Cult!"
The Woman of the Night knelt beside Gu Ming, her hand grasping his emaciated member. This woman was Ah Ling.
Bewitched by evil magic, she had submitted to the Cosmic Cult. Her delicate hands were playing with his manhood, but he was exhausted and could no longer erect.
Gu Ming ignored her advice, and she had no choice but to leave.
The female followers in black robes came and went, their aim to drain Gu Ming's energy, leaving him with no strength to resist.
Gu Ming knew their intentions, so he quietly circulated his qi to conserve his strength, waiting for an opportunity to fight the evil cult leader to the death and escape this inhuman abyss.
But how could he possibly defeat the cult leader wielded by evil magic?
The thought shook his resolve.
The cult leader's mind-reading ability allowed him to see into people's hearts, making an attack on him extremely difficult. The only way to break through this ability was to be without thought or intention. Since one couldn't know the other's thoughts, there was no way to prepare beforehand. Then, a surprise attack might be launched, perhaps leading to a narrow victory.
Gu Ming relied on his youth and stamina. He closed his eyes to rest, and time passed, the debate lasting day and night, as if several days had gone by.
Sometimes, he couldn't see the shadowy figures of the men in black, probably because everyone had gone to sleep.
But when they opened their eyes, they took turns engaging Gu Ming in a relentless battle. Women climbed onto him one after another, twisting their waists and swaying their hips, enjoying themselves as if Gu Ming were a sex toy.
Some of the men in black were sucking his penis. Gu Ming tried to endure it, but there was a limit to endurance. Once his central nervous system was stimulated, it became difficult to resist the other's teasing, and he began to react.
When one woman inserted her engorged member into her body, she bent down, her face pressed against Gu Ming's ear.
"Hey, it's me!"
It was his wife, Meiyun, straddling him.
"Let's escape together, or we're dead."
"Do you know the exit?"
Meiyun whispered, swaying her hips as she quietly untied the ropes binding Gu Ming.
Night had fallen, and it was time for everyone to sleep.
Gu Ming stood up.
"The exit is this way!"
"Wait a moment. If we don't get rid of the cult leader, we won't be able to escape. He has far-sightedness; he'll be caught sooner or later."
"Hmm, I know." "
Where is the cult leader?"
"In the last room!"
"What's the situation?"
"Apart from the cult leader, the others are no match for him.
" "But challenging the cult leader is suicide!"
"Shao Luosu, I'll try."
Meiyun had no choice but to nod. The two crossed the winding passage and followed the narrow corridor to its end.
They tiptoed and peered through the window. There were three people inside: the cult leader, who was asleep, and two guards, taking turns keeping watch.
He slowly opened the window, leaped in, and with lightning speed knocked the guard to the ground. One hand pressed against his mouth, while the other gripped his testicles tightly, rendering him unconscious.
The cult leader lay on the wooden bed, while another guard dozed off. Gu Ming stealthily crept to the edge of the leader's bed, and without a word, channeled his inner strength, forcefully locking two fingers into his throat while simultaneously striking his skull with a thunderous blow.
By the time the cult leader awoke, it was too late; his body could only struggle. Gu Ming's fingers sank deeper and deeper until, after a while, the struggle ceased, and he was lifeless, his soul departed for heaven.
Gu Ming and his wife, Mei Yun, had finally escaped the cult.

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