Cult Worship

The first section of "Cult Worship"

describes a somewhat peculiar room hidden in a shabby commercial street in downtown Los Angeles. The room is square , with three walls and the ceiling completely enclosed by dark blue velvet curtains; the remaining wall is a full-length mirror with a smoky, amber background. Incense permeates the air, and thin wisps of mist drift slowly, creating a surreal atmosphere. The only light source comes from opposite the mirror; a low altar-like platform sits on the floor against the wall, with seven candles on its velvet-covered surface. A beautiful red-haired woman lies naked on the carpeted floor, the flickering flames casting shadows on her full, alluring body, licking at every curve . Seemingly in a trance, her eyes are closed, the candlelight casting a crimson glow on her creamy skin, her rounded breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her breath. In a dreamlike , erotic scene , a sheep -like body occasionally writhed; long legs intertwined and writhed, a wet mons pubis peeking out, its pubic hair reflecting the light, staring at this hazy world as if it possessed its own life. Then, a figure emerged from behind the heavy curtain—a naked young man. "Long live Vallus!" he shouted as he entered the room. The boy was about two years old, 88cm tall, with a slender build and strong, defined muscles . His dark skin gave him a gypsy-like appearance, and beneath his black curly hair was an exceptionally handsome and sensual face. However, aside from his appearance, he possessed a decadent, evil aura. His thick, pursed lips seemed to mock, and his dark, brooding eyes framed a demon, revealing his perverse nature. Two , from which extended a sword-like object, its surface patterned with clover. With each step the man took , a strange aura emanated from him, blending into the surrounding air. The man approached the red-haired woman on the carpet and stood before her. Gazing down at the tempting sight, his unusually long and thick penis began to throb with blood, the two round testicles swaying with life force. He spread his arms, raising them high in a totemistic gesture. "Long live Vallus!" he cried, "Child of the Night! Guardian of the Dark Creatures! I am your subject ! Hear my plea! Your subject Raul obeys your guidance!" He looked down at the woman's face, her fiery red hair. Her half-open, rosy lips were undoubtedly a blank invitation, yearning to be kissed and tasted; the slightly inward curve of her nose added an exotic Arabian quality; her heavily made-up eyes, like the pupils of a feline, even when closed radiated an eerie expectation. The young man, Raul, knelt before her, pressing his face against her thighs. The damp , fertile grass and soil emitted a strong, pungent scent, like musk, that filled his nostrils. He extended his long, saliva-covered tongue, probing the warm, plump cleft of her flesh within her curly hair. The delicate curls desperately resisted the invading manhood; um… this felt so good! His lips and tongue delved deeper, his hands eagerly joining in the lewd play of this voluptuous beauty. He buried his face deeper, his tongue gliding within her flesh, licking every fold and crevice. The woman remained dazed, not yet awake. Her body, however, responded unconsciously to the Gypsy's caresses; her breathing quickened, her chest heaving with the waves of her white flesh, her legs spread to welcome Raul's licks . His rosy tongue moistened her dry lips, like a hungry Gypsy serpent between her trembling thighs. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned in her half-awake state. "Vallusss...vallus..." Hearing the moans, Raul licked even more diligently, straightening his tongue and digging as deep as he could into the warm, moist cavern. "Unnnnnngggggggghhhh!" the red-haired woman cried out, "vallus ssssss! vaaaaaaaaaaallllllllussss!" At this moment, another figure draped in velvet suddenly appeared, an older woman. "My son!" Her voice was stern and unquestionable. "The time is not right! It would offend the god Vallus!" Raul quickly got up from the ground and turned to face the new woman. “Yes, Mother,” he said meekly and humbly, “please forgive me. I am overwhelmed by the God Vallus within me! I feel compelled to obey His guidance immediately!” The woman narrowed her eyes. “You must not do such a thing unless I agree! I am the High Priest of the Church of Vallus, and you are merely a son of the Church!” she rebuked. “Do not forget your place!” “Yes, Mother,” he replied. “Bring the sacred objects, and bring the tablet of Vallus,” she commanded. “Yes, as you command. Long live Vallus!” “Long live Vallus.” The young man vanished swiftly behind the curtain. The woman turned and walked toward the woman on the carpet, looking at her curvaceous figure and involuntarily comparing herself to her. Although she was over forty, she had no doubt about her own allure. Her long, jet-black hair almost reached her waist; her face was simple and serious, and like her son, she clearly had Gypsy ancestry; her eyes were as black as her hair, her eyebrows were crescent-shaped, and she had a witch-like appearance. Her thin lips were tightly closed and slightly upturned. The sheer priestess's robe perfectly revealed her voluptuous curves, barely concealing her firm breasts. The floor-length robe was made entirely of black fabric and inlaid with small silver stars. The fabric seemed to cling to her skin as if magnetically , displaying every rounded and concave curve of her alluring flesh, capable of arousing a man's lust for violence. Yet, gazing at the young woman, she still felt jealous. Raul brought over a heavy sculpture, exactly the same as his earring charm, exquisitely crafted.

"Place it on the altar," the woman commanded.

"Yes, Mother," he replied, placing the icon.

"Now," she said, "I feel the call of God Vallus. He wants us to serve him faithfully,

and for everyone to serve him faithfully."

She glanced at the red-haired woman.

"Tonight, Rowling will be the sacrifice. However…" she turned to her son, "there must be a new one.

Rowling has been with us for two months, and Vallus is getting tired of her. He wants a new one to join the sacred

embrace."

"Long live Vallus!" her son shouted.

"Long live Vallus!"

The mature woman solemnly and slowly unbuttoned her close-fitting priestess robe, letting it slip to the floor, revealing her soft, voluptuous body, the result of countless painful sacrifices, hidden beneath

the thin veil . Raul forgot to breathe,

gazing at his mother's radiant, tanned skin in the candlelight. He felt his lower body throbbing uncontrollably, his body

burning with desire, excited to the point of agonizing anticipation of what was to come. Without a word, his mother

walked away, leaving the red-haired woman lying on the carpet in an obscene position. Raul stepped forward, kneeling

between the woman's legs, his erect penis aimed at her alluring, wet vulva. The mature woman moved to face the red-haired woman's

head, towards her son. She watched, watched the penis penetrate the woman's tender vulva.

"Long live Vallus!" she cried.

"Long live Vallus!" her son responded, forcefully thrusting his throbbing penis deep into

the woman's vagina.

"Aieeeee!" the woman screamed, still dazed, "Aaaannnnggggh!"

The mature woman slowly knelt down towards the red-haired woman, her dripping vulva covering the red-haired woman's

mouth . Staring blankly at the writhing, throbbing center of his mother's lust between the woman's lips, Raul began

to thrust his hard, throbbing penis back and forth, enveloped by the red-haired woman's already ravaged, hot vaginal walls.

The woman on the carpet awoke abruptly, snapping out of her daze, seemingly startled by her own state.

"Long live Vallus!" the mother and son cried out, noticing her return to consciousness.

Hearing this sacred word, the woman relaxed again, closing her eyes, a satisfied and joyful smile spreading across her face.

She slid out her tongue and began measuring the length of the mature woman's vulva directly above her. Raul began thrusting more violently, his

penis slamming against her tender cervix. The mature woman caressed the firm, full breasts of the woman beneath her,

moaning , feeling the soft, hot tongue licking and teasing the itchy vulva suspended in mid-air.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" the high priest cried out wildly, "Glory to Vallus!

Praise Vallus!"

"Long live Vallus!"

******

That same evening, a car sped along the Santa Monica Freeway towards West Los Angeles. Ed Hill

finished a long day at the auto repair shop and drove home. It had been an exceptionally busy afternoon; two transmission

parts needed to be finished before he closed up shop. By the time he got home, it was already 7 p.m. He hadn't even had time to change out of

his filthy work clothes—greasy, coarse cloth overalls covered in oil stains. Sitting in the car, he looked forward to getting home quickly for a

nice dinner, and of course, the main focus was his beautiful wife, Mary. They had only been married for six months, but these were

the happiest six months of Ed's life. He was adapting well to married life, and 8-year-old Mary was so beautiful and

charming —a perfect partner. Lost in thought, his greasy penis slowly hardened inside his dirty jeans.

"Dude, oh dude, I can hardly wait to get home and fuck her cute little cunt." With such a beauty at home, he was

truly the luckiest guy in the world.

As he drove, he savored her curly golden hair, which danced like clouds around her face; her deep

blue eyes were full of vitality; her full, white body was always full of energy and desire. He adored

the warmth skin nestled in his arms; her large, firm breasts were the envy of every woman on the street, and he

especially loved sucking and nibbling at her hard, brown nipples. Her buttocks seemed so close, round and soft,

so smooth in his hands, like two pillows. The longing was so intense that he couldn't help but start

masturbating. His hard penis taut inside his tight jeans.

"Holy Mary," he thought, "if I'm not careful, I'll probably ejaculate in a car accident. I'd better calm

down. Oh, man, I fucking miss that lovely woman so much."

A few minutes later, he drove into his garage and rushed home. Mary usually made dinner in

the kitchen , but Ed found no one there, and no dinner on the table. For a moment, he even felt

a pang of panic.

What happened to Mary? Oh, God!

He ran into the living room, which was clean and tidy, but still empty.

"Mary!" he called. "Mary?"

No one answered. He rushed into the bedroom. Mary was lying in bed, wearing a velvet nightgown and talking on the phone.

"Okay, Mom," she said, "I got it! That's great!

It'll be the first thing I do tomorrow morning. Thank you so much!"

She turned to see her young husband standing in the doorway, glaring at her.

"Oh, Mom," she said, "Ed's home, I have to hang up. I'll call you next week."

She hung up and rushed to Ed.

"Hi, darling," she called, wrapping her arms around Ed and kissing him. "I just wanted to call

Mom in Philadelphia to thank her."

"Why thank her?"

"Look," she ran to the bedside and picked up some flyers. "Mom wrote to tell me about this new

organization in Los Angeles called Vallus's Revelation. Someone told her. She said I have to look into it.

Isn't that exciting?"

"I have absolutely no interest in this kind of junk," Ed retorted angrily. "How's my dinner?"

"I'm hungry!"

"Junk?" Mary was hurt. "How could you say that? Why did Mom..."

"Fine," Ed said, taking off his filthy work clothes, "I

have no interest in anything your crazy mother does. She was involved in one cult after another when your father died last year. I think those things

are a bit dangerous! I don't want you to be influenced by her. Besides, we can't afford the long-distance travel."

"But, Ed," she said, "you're being unfair. These organizations spread a lot of truth. Do

n't want to be a complete person?"

"The only way to be a complete person is to come home from work and have dinner ready on the table!"

He was completely naked, and Mary gazed at his body with affection. Years of mechanic work and manual labor

had sculpted his muscles; his legs and hips were like tangled steel cables. His chest was massive,

his forearms bulging, as hard as rock. His face was rugged and angular, with light brown eyes, a straight

nose, and full lips. What she loved most about him was his thick, messy hair, like a child's.

He had an anchor tattooed on his left arm, his Marine Corps insignia. Seeing him

naked , she couldn't help but tighten her legs, a surge of desire spreading from her core throughout her body.

"Ed," she said, "I'm so sorry, really. But this is important to me."

"Oh, baby," Ed said, walking naked toward Mary, "I don't want to hurt you, but you might

get into big trouble like this. These guys are just looking for quick money."

Remembering what had happened on the way here, Ed suddenly pulled his new wife into his arms and kissed her passionately. His

penis immediately hardened, pressing against her velvet nightgown. He held her tightly, squeezing; he was

losing control . After a long day of work, he just wanted to fuck her to death, to fuck her wildly, all night

long. His lips were tightly wrapped around hers, his tongue pushing between her teeth, licking wildly and wantonly.

His hands, caressing

the area between her legs, hidden beneath her bikini bottoms.

"Ed…" Mary mumbled, "I should be getting dinner ready…"

"Fuck it," he said, his fingers deftly untying the straps of her underwear, probing into the pubic hair, finding the soft,

hidden crevice. His fingertips caressed her already hardened, erect clitoris, boldly defiantly resisting his teasing

.

Despite Ed's fiery passion, Mary felt strangely resistant to his advances. Although

she had always enjoyed making love with him, and he was her first and only man, she had recently begun to

worry about the absurd way he did it to her. All the books her mother had given her warned against indulging in the world of

carnal desire . The rapid rubbing of his middle finger inside her vagina filled her with guilt; although she did enjoy it, she

felt she should put a horse on those obscene desires.

"Ed...no...no..." she murmured, Ed's middle finger like a small penis sliding

in and out of her tightly closed vagina.

"Oh, baby, I want to fuck you," Ed whispered in her ear. "I've been waiting all day just to put

my cock in your little cunt..."

Mary suddenly pushed Ed away.

"Ed, stop, this isn't right."

Ed looked bewildered.

"Wrong? What are you talking about?"

"It's just vulgar lust...the spirit is more important..."

"What?"

He was enraged!

"Oh, Ed, I know it's a bit strange, but we should move into new territory. That's what the books say,

and these flyers..."

She picked up a flyer from the bed, wanting to show it to him, but Ed swatted it away.

"That's all shit!"

"Don't say that," she screamed. "Don't say that!"

"I let you look at that witchcraft stuff without saying a word!" he retorted. “So what?

Don’t you want me to fuck you anymore?”

Her husband’s crude language only fueled her resentment.

“You’re not allowed to talk to me like that,” she yelled.

“I’ll say whatever I want!” he yelled back. “And you can’t read those lousy books anymore. They’ll ruin

our marriage!”

Mary turned to storm out of the bedroom, but Ed’s anger had reached its breaking point. He felt played by his young

wife, and after a long, arduous day, he had no energy left to appease her. Ed grabbed her arm suddenly.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Let me go,” she screamed, trying to break free from his iron grip. “Let me go!”

Enrage overwhelmed Ed; the pent-up desire of the day exploded, a mixture of anger and lust turning him into

a raging bear.

“Fuck you! I’m going to fuck you right now, you son of a bitch!”

He slammed his wife onto the bed.

“Ed!” she screamed, completely shocked by her husband’s brutality. "Stop!"

But it was too late. He could feel the strange cult pulling her away,

stripping the stimulation and excitement from their sex life. He was angry with her, angry with her

meddlesome was erect and hard as iron, yearning for the most violent release.

"I'll show you!" he yelled, completely controlled by his growing anger and lust. With a forceful tug,

he tore open Mary's thin velvet nightgown.

"Nooooo!" she cried, terrified by her husband's outburst.

"Please...please..."

she struggled to break free from his grasp, trying to crawl to the other side of the bed and grab the blanket, but Ed reached out and grabbed

her, pulling her down beneath him.

"Baby, accept your fate. You're not going anywhere unless I finish. Understand?"

He reached down and ripped off her panties, the elastic straps digging into her skin.

"You're hurting me!" she cried.

"Shut up!" he yelled, completely lost in his animalistic rage. He roughly spread her legs wide,

his middle finger shoving into her tight, contracting vagina.

"Aaaaieeeee!" Mary screamed. His cruel act sent

a sudden, searing pain through her vagina, radiating to her lower abdomen, and she desperately tried to contract her muscles to resist the invasion. "Nooooo!

Ed!"

Ed responded with an even more brutal thrust! Like shoving a dagger into the center of his wife's soft, helpless flesh. His blunt

finger dug and dug into the vaginal walls.

"Ooooohhhh! Ed, you pervert!"

"This is just the beginning, baby, just the beginning," he sneered. His finger went as deep as possible,

twisting and turning. Mary felt as if her vagina was on fire; the burning pain tore at her body, and she helplessly writhed

and twisted on her husband's cruel middle finger.

"Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee!" she pleaded, tears streaming down

her face. Ed began to thrust his fingers in and out of Mary's immobilized vagina, tearing at the

desperate, tender flesh inside her deformed vagina. Mary violently shook her head from side to side, howling, her vacant eyes filled with pain,

almost unable to believe that her husband would treat her like this. Ed had never treated her like this before, and now she hated him. Her

helpless, controlled body trembled with sharp, throbbing pain, and she began to swing her legs wildly, hoping to

kick her husband away and gain freedom, to stop this terrible, burning torture.

"Noooooo! Noooooo!!" she screamed, kicking and screaming, her arms held firmly to the bed by her husband

's strong hand. The violent resistance only made Ed more agitated. His eyes were completely glazed over, saliva

dribbling unconsciously from the corner of his mouth. He was consumed by rage and lust. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from his wife's vagina, which was being brutally

raped , and stood up. Mary thought the nightmare was finally over and relaxed, but

Ed suddenly grabbed her from the bed and pulled her to the floor.

"Spread your legs, you slut," he roared, twisting her around and forcing her to bend over.

Before she could react, Mary found herself standing in front of her husband, legs wide open. Ed, like

a crazed savage, manipulated his brutal member with one hand, stimulating it until it was fully erect. Then he roughly

grabbed her buttocks, his enormous penis pounding into her ravaged

vagina with the force of a pump. The thrusting was so intense that Mary felt as if she had been blasted into by a cannon,

almost being lifted off the ground.

"Unnnunggggggh!" she groaned, "Ed, nooooooooooo!"

Then, Mary suddenly felt something was wrong. Besides the massive iron rod filling her body, she felt his

hands prying open her buttocks. His fingers began to play with her anus!

What was he going to do? Her mind went blank. Terrible!! Terrible! Was he possessed?

He began to study the folds of her anus, with the same brutality. He roughly took her mouth in his mouth and kissed her,

making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Mary began to feel dizzy, almost fainting!

God, she thought, God, what has happened to me?

Ed's fingers pushed into her anus, making her feel a stinging pain in her lower body. At the same time, he began to thrust his abnormally swollen penis back and forth in her bruised

vagina. Pain radiated

from ; Mary felt cold all over and trembled. She hated everything her husband had done to her. She knew his

actions were completely irrational, proving what she'd read in the book correct. He was a savage,

only concerned with satisfying his own lust. Each burning pain, each throbbing sting, pushed her further away from Ed,

until she completely abandoned him.

As if reading her feelings, Ed simply intensified his brutal assault. His rammed-like

penis , now like a red-hot sword, disregarded the vagina's will and resistance, expanding the fiery passage, continuously tearing at the tender

flesh inside her vulva, hammering against the sensitive cervix like a sledgehammer. At the same time, his middle finger was fully inserted into her tight rectum.

The extreme pain sent chills down Mary's spine.

"Aaaeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed. "Oh God, I can't take it anymore! I

'm going to die!"

Ed's pleasure continued to rise; his newlywed wife's fingers, which she was digging into her anus, were being rubbed by the swollen penis held tightly by the narrow

flesh , separated only by a thin membrane. The places on his wife's neck where she had been forcefully

sucked and kissed were already bruised and swollen. Mary was surrounded by a variety of painful sensations.

"Uuuunnnnnngggggghhhh!" Ed groaned, quickening the rhythm of

his penis and fingers. He was on the verge of the climax he so desperately craved. At this moment, he felt no remorse; he was completely immersed in the abyss of lust. He fucked her harder, his middle finger pushing even deeper

and more brutally into her already ravaged and injured anus . Mary was on the verge of death, her strength exhausted by the pain. Her husband had never abused her before. In the past, she had even craved rough sex. And he always made sure the foreplay , and she had never been hurt. He had even given her orgasms she had never experienced before, and dizzying sexual experiences. But now, she felt nauseous. Pain swept through her trembling body. The fingers inserted into her anus were like sharpened daggers, burning the walls of her rectum like raging fire, setting her entire back ablaze. Her ravaged vulva convulsed against his beastly penis. But she could only release the terrible . As he began to gnaw at her nipples and breast tissue, the torture continued to escalate. "oooohhhhhnooooooooooooo!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks . "nooooooooooooo!"

Ed made gurgling sounds, his primal desire driving his clumsy, wet, beastly body in and out of her like

a saw . His entire body burned with passion, his legs slightly bent, muscles bulging and twisting, his hips moving

with machine-like precision. An unusually explosive rage consumed all the beauty within him.

Let this bitch see who's boss! I'm going to fuck this damned witch to death!

Mary felt as if she were being submerged in scalding water; the torture was unbearable. "No

ooooooooo!" The thick, throbbing cock relentlessly tore at her.

Suddenly, a very strange feeling, besides the pain, another sensation crept in. Like

an oasis in the desert, she began to feel stimulation and excitement. An unbelievable feeling overwhelmed

the various pains Ed inflicted on her body. It was as if at the end of this painful experience lay an extreme pleasure that made her tremble and faint. This feeling

was familiar from the sex she had experienced shortly after their marriage. Yes! Yes! It was undoubtedly it! She began to feel that

uncontrollable, wild pleasure; her body began to possess its own life, trembling with the belated stimulation and

stinging sensation. No longer resisting her husband's brutal ravaging, she submitted to reality and found herself swept

into a surging, wild, and intensely exciting tide. Her muscles relaxed, and she began

to feel pleasure in the glimmer of lust.

"Mmmmmmm..." she sobbed excitedly, "Mmmmmmmmm..."

Maybe, she thought, he was right! Maybe I was too stupid! This feels so good, so good...!

She began to respond to her husband's frenzied thrusting, her hips twisting and swaying wantonly so that his penis and fingers could

explore more thoroughly.

Ed immediately sensed the change in Mary's behavior, a tremendous sense of accomplishment coursing through his body.

Success! I've fucked those meaningless things out of her head!

The new discovery gave him even greater motivation and pleasure. He felt his testicles twitching and

throbbing beneath his pounding penis, beginning to swell and fill with sperm.

"Damn it…!" he shouted. "Ammmmmcuuummmimiingggg!

Cuuuummmmmmmmmimiiinggggg!"

A scalding heat, carrying an unstoppable desire, suddenly exploded within his stiff penis, bursting through the narrow urethral opening

, and with lingering pain, crashed into her warm vulva, like a violently erupting oil well. Wave

after wave of male cannonballs exploded deep within Mary's clenched, wildly convulsing vagina.

"Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggh!!! oooooohhhhh

!" Mary screamed wildly. She could feel her own genitals responding actively, gushing out sweet,

hot fluid. She had orgasmed too! A gushing forth unlike anything she had ever experienced! Her entire body trembled and convulsed; without her husband's

support , she would have collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of pleasure. Her anus and vagina contracted

and spasmed incessantly, her naked flesh tightly gripping his still-erect, steel-like penis, as if holding her entire body, twisting and writhing

excitedly , greedily receiving the scalding semen that seemed to be shooting towards the end of the world.

Finally, after being lost in the frenzy for what felt like hours, the passion slowly faded. Ed pulled out his fingers and limp

penis, looking at Mary.

At first, Mary wore a radiant smile, immersed in the unparalleled pleasure of her recent orgasm

. Then suddenly, guilt filled her face, realizing the despicable and brutal

act her husband had committed against her. As if she were a prostitute, a slave! A bitter, cold expression appeared on her face.

Seeing this, Ed turned, put on his slippers, and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a loud thud. The happiness of just a few minutes

ago was completely detached from reality, and Mary was once again consumed by resentment and dissatisfaction. She made up her mind to

continue searching for Vallus's revelation.

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