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.
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