Episode IV
The Making Of Orgiastic Cyprian is an episodic
fiction by Oppong Clifford Benjamin which focuses on educating its
readers on the sacredness of sex and how the pleasurable act can be a
divine form of prayer between a creature and his creator. The story
centres on a mysterious sect of young women between the ages of
seventeen and thirty called The Ancient Aphrodisiac Cult (The ACC). The
cult is strictly invented out of the creativity of the writer. However,
some settings in the story are real.
We hope you enjoy this episode as well as the others to come.
Episode IV.
A bleeding skull crossed bones a chalk drawing of two five point stars interwoven into each other- pentagram a very cold floor two black snakes five chalices of oil of Ishtar a bowl of vanilla flavoured yoghurt
“Gathered are the elements for the ceremony of invitation ready for your inspection, Most Perfect Chiliad.” A
half nude lady genuflected and said to Miss Juan, and waited on Miss
Juan's consent anxiously. The brownish lady had only a tiny piece of
cloth wrapped about her waist to cover her genitals. But even that was
not enough to hide her entire private space, her pubic hair sneaked out
of the cloth like how bad boys sit on walls idly. The lady was the
current Most Wise of the ACC. She had written quite a number of
literatures on the sex cult. Popular among those was her paper titled
TANTRISM, sex with the universe. She
had delivered the paper to an assemblage of the sisterhood, and also it
had been published in eight languages by Mark & Fin books based in
the UK. This little world-wide fame earned her some reputation in the
cult and her name was always in the atmosphere whenever the ceremony of
invitation was to be conducted. She recited the ritual words like a poem
and moved her body in a trance to the delight of everyone gathered
including the air and walls. Her name was Miss Asabea Moro. She was the
second Ghanaian to have ever been invited to this prestigious sect. The
first was Hamamat, nick named the GREAT MOTHER.
In her all famous
intriguing paper, she clearly described the tantric steps that
constituted the invitation ceremony. Actually, the invitation ceremony
had more than taking in a lady to a participation of the ancient secrets
of sex. It was also a divine way of freeing the spirit of a young woman
from this busy indoctrinated world to a more advanced and free cosmos
where a person may finally come into contact with herself. It was using
the sensitivity, respect and soul of the human skin in a communication
with a much deeper self. Human bodies are largely covered by large
intuitive space called skins, Miss Asabea wrote in her paper, this when
carefully massaged or chafed repeatedly against another skin cause
sudden friction, an energy so refreshing yet powerfully dangerous thing.
She further called the feeling that emanate from the tantric process
LIBERATION.
“You have a jealous wisdom in your head about the ceremony. I can’t doubt your intelligence qadesh Asabea. Be blessed and Rise” Miss
Juan carried a smile in her mouth while she gave her rather generous
response. She had much respect for Miss Asabea for her scholarly
projections in the ACC. Miss Asabea stood up from her kowtow posture
feeling a little pampered though she had had many of such appraisals
ever since she wrote that paper.
The body of Hamamat was summoned
to the temple by the traditional invitation drama. She had arrived from
Bolga in the same fashion the first Most Perfect Chiliad of the ACC had.
Her unconscious body was arranged face down to fit in the pentagram
drawn on the cold floor – her head positioned at the north point of the
five points star, her two hands dispersed widely apart, with the right
towards the east and left west and her long thin legs spread southwards
to fill the two remaining points.
At the north-east of her body
placement was the bleeding skull and crossed bones, above it was the
famous black book of the ACC. None but the Most Wise could read the
words in the black book; the pages therein appeared blank to any other
qadesh, unless she has gone through the sacred rite of a Most Wise.
“Ab dar Most Wise Lady.”
“Ab dar Most Wise Lady.”
The
totally naked ladies of the ACC chanted after their Most Perfect
Chiliad, and Miss Asabea calmly tiptoed from the south of the gathering
to the centre where the almost lifeless body of Hamamat was placed in a
pentagram. The orchestral began singing a very solemn song from
somewhere in the darkness as Miss Asabea perambulated to the rhythm
slowly. She stopped at the east to pick a box which rested on Miss
Juan’s pedestal; she carefully opened the box and brought out it
content-two black cobras.
There was a sudden long cry in the hall
like the cry of an owl . Though the cry was strange to the seven
selected men from the seven corners of the world who were specially
invited by the Miss Juan to grace the occasion with their waist, the men
realized their female companions were too familiar with the sound.
“Scary” one of the men said to the air.
Miss
Asabea placed the five chalices of the oil of Ishtar at each point of
the pentagram and she gently put the cobras in between Hamamat’s opened
legs.
“Desicon nimbrados arikifara” The sound of her
voice was deafening and it hit the walls and echoed back as the voice of
a giant beast in a wilderness. It was the magical instruction to the
snakes. The cobras crept into the opened vagina of Hamamat.
Miss Asabea read aloud from the black book
“Darkness is long over silence, and silence has befell us here and now.” And the rest of the qadeshes including Miss Juan repeated the words after her.
“Let she who lays before thee rise to the lust of life, Oh! Clement! Oh! Great Mother” Miss
Asabea dipped her index finger in each of the five chalices and gently
massaged the oil into the skin of Hamamat focusing much on her hair. She
combed through Hamamat’s hair several times releasing her spirit from
thence. She placed much emphasis on her vagina as well. She robbed the
oil into the puffy labia and massaged the clitoris too, and she inserted
her middle finger in the vagina and kneaded the internal walls of the
vulva.
She then put scoops of the vanilla yoghurt on Hamamat’s fore
head, her left and right palms, and legs and some in the lateral line at
her back. She ate the yoghurt slowly with her tongue licking the cold
off Hamamat’s skin.
“Daughter of earth, rise and multiple these seven gods of the seven worlds” Miss
Asabea held the sex charm over the head and commanded the soul of
Hamamat to come to live. But the soul seemed very far from the temple,
maybe far from Cyprus. She repeated the ritual but the body of Hamamat
remained completely lifeless.
“She is dead.” Miss Asabea after many attempts finally declared.
There
was an awkward silence. Everything in the hall froze. The air suddenly
became heavy on the faces of the qadeshes and even much heavier on the
men. It was the first time someone had died in a ceremony.
