Chapter 3

Holly squirmed from under the choking weight of two hundred, decidedly masculine, pounds pinning her like a fallen oak tree. Grunting, she lifted the heavy leg from her thighs and rolled free, lowering his enormous leg gently to the carpet as quietly as she could. He looked like a slumbering bear, this man she'd never really met, a stocky beast of a man, with battering rams for hips. She felt the sharp twinges of pain still mentally gouging her belly.

Rising slowly to her feet, she squinted around the darkened room for Lisa, but it was hopeless. In the last gasping flickers of the few remaining candles, it was impossible to identify any of the tangled, sweat-drenched bodies knotted like rope in three clustered heaps of flesh. She danced a quick, saving two-step as her bare foot touched someone's out-stretched hand, leaping aside and barely missing the shapely curve of a woman's hip just behind her.

The ritual had been over for hours, and she really had no idea how long she had been there. She wasn't even certain about the number of men she'd had. Three sounded right . . . but there was a hazy recollection of another man somewhere in there . . .

A narrow shaft of light shot from the slightly-cracked doors, and she could see Ebram talking excitedly to someone down the dim hallway. He was still naked, but the other figure was clothed. She edged her way gingerly to the doorway, but hesitated. Suddenly she felt very, very naked for the first time.

That's silly, she told herself, I've been this way for so long now it shouldn't matter about a few more minutes. It's not like Ebram hasn't seen me nude already . . . Maybe it's because that other guy has his clothes on.

She craned her head for a better look, brushing her auburn hair from her eyes. Her forehead was dripping wet, and the hair just stuck there like it was glued.

The other man in the corridor was Levi Terrasa, she was sure of it now; she could see his face clearly when Ebram stepped aside. Whatever they were talking about - arguing might have been a more apt description - it seemed pretty heated. Not the place for her.

She spotted Lisa just as Levi called to her, kneeling on one knee beside the prostrate form of a man sprawled on someone's black robe. His hair was surprisingly long - most of the other men were safely within the loose Berkeley bounds of good grooming, long enough to be "with it", but not long enough to be labeled a hippie.

"Lisa... is that you, Lisa?" she whispered loudly.

Levi slipped through the narrowly opened doors before she could answer, and tapped her awkwardly on her back, almost as if hesitant to touch her now that the ceremonies were finished.

"What did you think of your first truly religious fuck, Holly?"

She searched his expressionless face for an explanation of that oddly-put question. "My what?" she asked meekly.

He smiled for the first time all night, "and without that sullen blankness he actually seemed friendly. "I'm sorry," he laughed, "I shouldn't tease you like that. You might be one of those oddballs who take this seriously."

Holly was puzzled; Levi had seemed to be Ebram's most devoted disciple, almost like some sort of lesser priest. "I don't understand, Levi. Do you mean this was all some kind of a joke to you? What do you come for if you don't believe what Ebram teaches?"

Levi stared emptily into space as she talked. "Oh, don't be so serious... I was just putting you on. It isn't healthy to be so intense about things . . . just take what floats your way, and ride with it, and life'll always be cool. Right, pretty girl?"

"Uh . . . yeah, right, Levi," answered Holly baffled. "Excuse me. I've got to talk to Lisa a second." She turned to pick her way cautiously past the maze of exhausted naked bodies between her and the far corner.

"Okay, but make it fast. I'll be waiting in the car to take you birds home. Fifteen minutes. . . after that, you can hitch-hike back to Lafayette."

As they wound along Highway 80 toward Lafayette, Lisa and her new found friend from the services, Richard Dixon, whispered and cuddled like a couple of teenagers at a drive-in. Holly made a few feeble efforts at conversation with Levi, but he seemed intent on keeping his mind on his driving, and he only managed an occasional un-huh.

Something about him fascinated her, in a special, almost unique way: he seemed to radiate an enigmatic aura of depravity; like that sinister smile she remembered from the initiation - the way he grinned so venomously when he pulled his deflated penis from Lisa's still-writhing loins, almost as if he enjoyed leaving her like that.

More than anyone she'd met at Ebram's house, Levi Terrasa seemed to embody the purest essence of Ebram's Satanic teachings, the sought-after qualities of absolute and unwavering devotion to Evil.

She gave up talking to him, and just sat quietly in the green glow of the dash lights as they speeded through the early, early hours of morning through the hills to Lafayette.

Their house was there - the one they rented for two hundred dollars a month. They'd shared it now for more than six months, almost a record for most of the neighborhood's gypsy-like drifters. Ever since that one night Holly had worked tables at the Broadway topless lounge where Lisa danced four nights a week. She'd been called in at the last minute by a friend of the regular girl; no real job then anyway, so it seemed like a pretty tempting offer.

It hadn't turned out quite so lucrative as she might have hoped, but at least she'd met Lisa, and found a roommate to keep the summons server from the door. Lisa had proven to be a bit of a kook; but you had to be a little strange to work in that crazy bar she managed to drag herself into on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.

It was Lisa who'd first turned her on to this cult; she'd gotten wind of it from one of the bar's regulars, a perennially unemployed photographer from San Mateo. She still wasn't sure how he'd come to know about it, especially now that she knew how secretive it was. But Lisa had pumped him for everything he knew, including Lay ton's address. The rest was easy; almost too easy, in fact. Ebram and Reumah had been more than willing to tell them about the worship of Satan that afternoon Lisa had finally succeeded in convincing her to drive up to his house.

She'd been more than a little skeptical at first; it sounded like a bunch of lunatics to her. But as Ebram began to explain the doctrines of Satanism, the undeniable truths about man's inhumanity to his fellow man, the obvious devotion to self-glorification so much a part of every human being, especially those who claim most loudly to be friend and benefactor to all mankind, Holly began to accept his teachings as fact; and then it was a simple, easy decision to ask to be admitted into the cult. Oddly enough, she'd been the first of the two to make the final move; Lisa seemed more interested in the wild orgies Ebram alluded to on occasion, the ones she'd heard about from the photographer.

"Hey, guys, I've got another joint stashed here somewhere. What'ya say we light it up?" That was the first word from the backseat of the old Mercury since they'd left Ebram's and Holly looked anxiously to Levi for some comment before she agreed. She hoped he would say it was okay, as another few drags would be all she needed to get a real buzz on again.

Levi didn't blink an eye, just kept his gaze dead ahead on the winding road. "It's fine with me," agreed Holly finally, "If Levi doesn't mind."

His eyes never left the road. "Doesn't matter to me. Whatever you girls want is all right."

Richard had the hefty joint lit before Levi finished his sentence, and took a couple of deep pulls before handing it to Lisa. She took what she wanted and passed it to Levi and Holly in the front seat.

Holly offered the cigarette to Levi first, but he waved it away. It tasted incredibly sweet, and surprisingly mild going down.

"It's from Thailand," offered Richard, "A buddy of mine brought it back on his ship. Pretty good stuff, huh?"

Holly nodded, her lungs still filled with the nectarous smoke, and handed it back to Richard and Lisa.

Two more rounds, and it was finished; and still, Levi declined to even sample the potent weed. Holly tried hard to remember if she had seen him smoking any of the hash Ebram had provided, but she couldn't be certain either way. It seemed oddly out of character, but she wasn't going to let it concern her. Those three puffs were all it took to put her head right back where it had been all evening; that joint was like a warm-up to a good cup of coffee, now everything was right again.

They motored under another freeway; this time she wasn't sure which one, but it didn't matter. Holly closed her eyes and felt her body rise with the drug and motion of the car as it bumped along the highway; she imagined herself riding a great white stallion, posting with his powerful, steady gallop. She opened the window and smiled broadly as the cool rush swept over her face; the chilling current tingled her cheeks like a million tiny needles.

Richard leaned over the seat and switched on the radio, then stretched over once more to find a station broadcasting all night. Holly's gallant steed suddenly vanished, and she found herself whisked onto the stage of some enormous coliseum, belting out a blues beat that had the whole, surging crowd out of their seats in excitement.

In a couple of minutes that seemed like twenty, the record faded out, and took her brief, imagined success with it, and she drifted back into her earthbound body, still sprawled lazily against the Mercury's window frame. She opened her eyes reluctantly and searched the passing neon blur for something familiar.

"We've got about a mile to go," said Levi knowingly, without even glancing her way. "I can find it myself okay. Just relax and I'll let you know when we arrive."

Holly couldn't argue with that offer, and she quickly drifted off to sleep, her hair trailing out the open window like the tattered tail of a kite. She didn't open her eyes again until the battered relic's screeching brakes signaled their destination. Levi killed the engine and switched off the headlights.

"Oh, wow, are we here already?" came Lisa's hoarse voice from the depths of the rear seat. There was a rustling noise like the hurried closing of zippers and buttons; and as Levi opened his door, Holly caught a quick glimpse of Richard's rigid penis being tucked away inside his jeans. She turned away quickly, and climbed out her side into the chill pre-dawn darkness. They had neglected to leave any lights on inside, and the walkway was coal black as they stumbled their way toward the front door. Lisa was the first to find the lock, and she reached inside and flipped on the harsh yellow porch light. It was only then that Holly noticed Richard was carrying a ragged army surplus knapsack, hooked over one shoulder and tucked under his arm.

"If everything's okay, I'll be heading back to the city now. I have to be in the store in a few hours. Sorry I can't hang around," apologized Levi, standing by himself at the foot of the front steps. The others were clustered in the lighted doorway.

"Uh . . . I'm going to stay here, Levi," said Richard, "Lisa said I could ride down with her when she goes down to the Broadway strip. He paused for some comment from Levi. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night, huh? I'll drop by the shop around five."

Levi waited a long time before answering. "Okay, man, if that's what you want. I'll see you tomorrow."

As his car pulled out of the drive and disappeared in two glowing red points down the winding road, Holly closed the door and latched the security chain. She wondered if she should have invited Levi to stay; if that would have been the right thing to do. Maybe he wanted to, but was reluctant since Lisa and Richard obviously had plans of their own. It began to really gnaw at her dazed brain, and she wished there was someway to call him back.

Richard and Lisa were down on their knees, fighting to get a fire going in the blue ceramic fireplace, a relic of a former tenant who had been unusually clever with tools. It stood by itself, on a brick base, and a glossy black pipe for the smoke rose from a funneled spout directly over the fireplace. The living room was oddly cold, or perhaps it only seemed that way, but Holly checked the thermostat in the bedroom corridor to be certain the heating system was working. It had been pushed all the way down to fifty-five, so she returned it to its proper setting and tossed another blanket on her bed. By the time she pulled off her rumpled clothes and slipped into a nightgown, the fire was raging fiercely in the living room, and Lisa was only partly visible on the sofa, stretched out on top of her newly-discovered friend.

Holly thought it best to stay out of the way, and the bed was beginning to look awfully good to her anyway.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," yelled Holly from the bedroom doorway, "Wake me when you get ready to go, okay?"

There was a muffled reply, so she figured Lisa had heard her. She set the alarm anyway, just in case, for four-thirty. That would give her plenty of time to dress and get ready for work at Todd's. Thursday was her night to fill in for his regular cocktail waitress, and it wouldn't do to be late, especially since the night bartender was already looking for an excuse to get her fired. He'd had it in for her since that first night on the job, for reasons she still hadn't guessed.

Lights off, she pulled the knob on her bedside FM radio, and turned the timer to thirty minutes. She usually went to sleep that way, with the best of San Francisco late-night rock blasting from the tiny radio.

That was another problem they'd learned to live with; Lisa absolutely could not sleep until the house was dead quiet, so she just waited until Holly's radio clicked off, then came to bed. It didn't bother her that Lisa had to make that small concession, especially since she was always having to overlook her hare-brained antics. Like bringing this guy home from Ebram's without even asking her; but somehow they managed to stay friends, as difficult as it sometimes became.

Downstairs, Lisa was naked again almost before she realized it, but the life-giving warmth of the blazing fire felt so incredibly soothing on her bare flesh that she hardly noticed the chilly dampness of the room.

Richard kicked his jeans over the arm of the sofa, and squirmed up tight against her nakedness, his hairy pelvis cozily ground against Lisa's soft, sparse mound. Parting her soft thighs with his hand, he allowed his rigid penis to nestle between her legs, the swollen tip of her moist slit.

Lisa shrank away from him as she felt his stiffened manhood probing hopefully at her unprotected passage. "Please, Richard . . . please, no ... I don't think I could stand any more. I .,. . I feel like I've just screwed half the city of San Francisco. It would kill me to have you banging around in me now."

He backed his threatening spear away from her tender, ravaged channel, and lowered his lips to her ripely bulging mounds, sucking her hard nipple between his teeth. As his tongue teasingly rolled the hardened bud around in his mouth, he felt a shuddering chill race through her naked body from her firm, swelling breasts down to her curled-under toes.

"Baby, don't worry about a thing. I've got a little surprise for you in my knapsack. A little gadget Ebram loaned me. We can still have a little fun . . . you know the old line, where there's a will, there's a way."

Lisa's lips were trembling as he continued to nibble deliciously on her pulsing nipples. "I ... I don't understand. What're you talking about?"

"You'll see . . . you'll see, baby," he replied softly, slipping his hand between her soft, yielding thighs and caressing the moist pink flanges of her bruised tunnel. Without hesitation, her legs parted wide as his fingers made electric contact with her sensitive, fleshy lips. He parted the fleecy damp down and found the shivering, delicate bud of her clitoris, hidden deep between the warm, soft walls.

He felt her whole body shudder as his thumb and forefinger clasped the tiny jewel and twisted it gently, rolling the sensitive flesh back and forth as it quickly hardened under his touch. Already she was moaning incessantly, and he knew she would easily be begging helplessly for his long, hard cock if he continued - but he didn't.

"Easy now, baby . . . Don't be so eager. I told you I had something special for you. Just hold tight a minute, and you won't regret it... I promise you."

"Uh-huh . .. just hurry, please . . . hurry."

He fumbled in the bottom of his battered knapsack, leaving her for the moment alone where she now lay, on the thick comfortable carpet in front of the circular fireplace. Her legs pumped slowly and rhythmically, first one, then the other, in an easy, steady pedaling motion as she lay sprawled nude in the glowing yellow-orange of the hot fire, a kaleidoscope of wavering shades flickering over her bare body. "Hurry, Richard . . . hurry ..."

In a second, he found what he was searching for, and dropped the knapsack on the sofa. Lisa didn't look up as he settled back cozily alongside her, his rigid cock lightly brushing her belly as she lay on her back on the soft shag pile.

"This might be a little new to you, I don't know ... or maybe you're way ahead of me," he said. "Anyway, just keep those pretty eyes shut and ride with me, you dig?"

Lisa nodded. "Okay . . . but don't hurt me. Please ... I'm awfully sore."

Her smooth thighs parted like silk as his hand eased back into her warm, moist furrow, and he felt her shiver again as his fingers touched the sensitive nub of her clitoris.

He looked down at her, reveling in the sight of her magnificent loveliness. She looked even more beautiful than at the ceremony; her skin soft and warm in the delicate glow of the fire, her breasts rising like two soft peaks, capped with the jewel-like tips of her pink nipples.

His middle finger slipped for a moment into the wetness of her warm, tender tunnel; and, thus moistened with her own juices, he explored the deep, fleshy ridges of her thermal crevice, teasingly prodding the throbbing bulb of her clitoris as her legs opened wide with eagerness.

With his other hand, he picked up the long tubular object from beside him on the floor. It was one of Ebram's favorite toys; one guaranteed to crack the ice with even the most hopelessly frigid women. Not that Lisa could be thrown in that category; in her case it would just be another special thrill, something she would remember him for.

With two fingers, he parted the moist, soft sides of her warm, inviting slit, and opened up the tempting bud of her clitoris, rising penis-like from the fleshy crevice, and pulsing with anticipation.

He stroked the hardened bud of flesh a few more times, then turned a switch on the bottom of his plastic device, and touched it quickly to her sensitive clit.

A spasm of excitement convulsed through her naked body as the vibrating contrivance stung her unprotected flesh like a hornet.

"Hey! What're you doing!" She sat up with a start, but Richard pushed her gently but firmly back onto the warm pile.

"Sh-h-h-h . . . you'll wake up your roommate," he whispered reassuringly in her ear. "And I've only got one of these. She'd come in here demanding one for herself. Just relax . . . you'll see.

He tenderly stroked the hair from her eyes, and closed her quivering eyelids. Almost as an afterthought, he gave her a quick, wet kiss on the jutting peak of her right breast.

"Keep your eyes closed," he murmured, "And imagine you've found yourself a big, black stud for tonight. Think about his hard, black cock parting the soft walls of your pussy . . . Think about that huge cock buried way up in that sweet, little belly of yours."

She tried to relax, but the anticipation was more than she could stand; she trembled like a frightened child as she heard him switch the vibrator on once more.

But this time she didn't fight it - only a quick, chill of a shiver as the buzzing tip of the instrument made contact. With the apprehension out of the way, she slowly began to realize that it felt incredibly good. First just the palpitating nipple of her clitoris; but then, the weird prickling sensation began to spread. Like a brush fire, the tingling excitement had spread to all of her quaking loins, and she found herself drawn to the fantastic device like a magnet. Her hips were arched off the carpet, shoved up at the pleasure-giving instrument, her legs spread wide as she opened up all of her wet, quivering furrow to Richard and his amazing gadget.

"Oh ... OH! That feels so good ... So Good!"

Her response came as no surprise to Richard; Ebram had used this very vibrator many times during ceremonies at his house to "cure" members' wives of their chronic frigidity. He swore by its success. And it looked as though Lisa was responding like the others.

Fists tightly clenched, she pounded frantically on the carpet, her back arched sharply as she ground her loins toward the delicious hum of the penis-shaped vibrator.

"Oh, Richard, that's fantastic!" she cried, "Don't stop . . . !"

He delighted in seeing her this way; she was completely out of control, and totally at his mercy. If he were to shut the instrument off, she would be begging at his feet. But he wouldn't do that - at least not this time. Besides, he planned to get some more of that sweet, tight pussy of hers . . . even if she was sore from the initiation. He couldn't hold back a wide grin as he looked at her, humped high off the carpet, her arms flailing the deep pile on either side of her trembling body. Her warm juices were beginning to flow down over his hand, and he could almost feel the surging heat building inside her. It would only be a few seconds now . . .

As her young body began to quake steadily, in a hard grinding rhythm, he shoved his finger tightly into the puckered opening of her anus. He could tell it had been used already this night, for it somehow didn't feel as constrictive as it should have - stretched wide by a succession of ravishing, poking organs.

You hot little bitch . . . If it's satisfaction you want, I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you like you've never had it before!

Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her feet, and she shoved her naked crotch as far as she could against the vibrating shaft, rivulets of sweat pouring down her legs and dripping from her thighs, "Oh, God . . . OH, DON'T STOP PLEASE . . . YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!"

As the words left her parched lips, her hips snapped upward, and Richard could feel the soft, fleshy walls of her pussy open wide, clutching . . . clasping for something . . . anything to fill the burning need deep inside her. At that precise instant, as she began to moan loudly from the welling, overpowering orgasm rocking her naked body, he rammed another stiffened finger into the forbidden channel of her rectum, spreading the taut passage painfully.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhh . . . Oooo oooooooooohhhh ..."

He held the buzzing shaft to her incredibly sensitive clitoris still, mercilessly robbing her of even a moment to catch her gasping breath.

"Oh, Richard . . . fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Grinning broadly, he mounted her unhesitating, and rammed his thick, rigid prick into the tender, ravaged depths of her warm, clasping passage, cutting through the bruised, delicate walls like a sharp sword, until his pelvis smacked against the upturned place of her wet, hungry crotch.

"Oh, yes . . . Yes! That's it, lover! Fuck me! Fuck me!"