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 focuses on a mysterious sect of young ladies between the ages of seventeen and thirty called The Ancient Aphrodisiac Cult (The AAC). The cult is strictly invented out of the creativity of the writer, however, some settings in the story maybe real.
We hope you enjoy this episode as well as the others to come.
Episode IX
Drums and music charged the atmosphere of the forecourt of the temple. Five completely naked women arranged themselves in a queue on the left side of the stairway at the courtyard leading into the main hall and an additional five on the right. They had well shaved their vaginas and smeared oil of Ishtar into their skins to appear lush. They had palm fronds coiled about their heads and feet.
The ten men who were invited from ten selected tribes played each of ten drums at the balcony while the arranged qadeshes danced to the beats of the drums with their oiled hips mostly.
The qadeshes threw both hands in the air above their heads and swung their waist freely to the left and then quickly to the right, moved their heads in helical manner as if invoking a supernatural power with their dance. They were amok.
The ladies periodically broke the arrangement to run every which way to seduce the two giant statues of penis mounted just before the south entrance of the temple. They believed the first to get to any of the penises would receive blessings from the Great Mother for seducing her husband.
When the trio – Miss Juan, Miss Asabea and Louiselle – appeared at the foot of the stairway of the forecourt, the drumming and dancing heightened to the heavens, the ladies screamed in joy and the men beat the drums faster. The atmosphere was full of some indescribable energies; one could sense the presence of some spirit beings. The qadeshes threw flowers at Louiselle while the trio ascended the steps.
Upon arriving at the forecourt where the statues welcomed them, Miss Juan dipped her right middle finger into the stone vagina which was full of oil. She robbed the oil in between her palms and gently smeared it into Louiselle’s skin starting from the nipples of the breast to Louiselle’s feet. She paid particular attention to certain areas of the body: the nipples, vagina, hair, butts, neck and the central area of recession at the back- the spine which is made up of 33 vertebrae membranes. Jesus died at age 33, the Christians say. Alchemy teaches that man can turn anything at all to gold at a temperature of 33 degrees Celsius. The highest degree in Freemasonry is the 33rd. Therefore it is not by mere coincidence the Most Perfect chiliad of the Ancient Aphrodisiac Cult carefully plaster a member’s spine with oil paining attention to each of the 33 vertebras of the spine.
The drumming and dancing came to an abrupt halt when Miss Asabea started to recite a portion of the pamphlet for installation which informed all that the ceremony was about to begin. She had learned all the words in the booklet by heart as the Most Wise Lady and she spoke with such confidence as her mental faculty warranted.
The ten men descended the balcony through the winding stairway which led to the main hall and took their positions in temple.
Miss Asabea hoodwinked Louiselle. “Do you see anything?” She asked Louiselle who responded “Nah”. She held the Louiselle’s two hands and instructed her to rely on her sure support and follow her lead. The duo perambulated to a convenient spot in the east where Miss Juan had taken her seat in the throne as the installing Most Perfect Chiliad and halted.
“Louiselle is this evening a candidate to be installed as Most Perfect Chiliad” Miss Juan sipped from the cup of water on her pedestal and continued in a rant “as you are all aware the ceremony of installation is performed in a particular room, strange to all but the Most Wise and Most Perfect, we would take a temporary break of the hall to conduct the ceremony and upon our return you will gladly welcome your new Most Perfect Chiliad”
Miss Juan led the way. She paused at the foot of the winding stairway to wait for Miss Asabea and blindfolded Louiselle to form an assemblage for a procession in ascending the steps. A procession hymn was sung by the qadeshes while they climbed the stairway.
THE SETTING OF THE STRANGE ROOM
It was a vast room set aside for the purposes of sex, indeed. It was special in its sex inspiring designs everywhere. The room was sacred: there were ten paintings of sex deities of old in different sex positions on the walls which according to the traditions of the AAC, a candidate for the mastership ought to go through all ten in order to be crowned the Most Perfect Chiliad.
A double mattress on a wooden bed in the centre placed; it was well laid with white sheets, three pillows in white cases were positioned at the head side of the bed. Red rose flower petals were dispersed on the sheets. The room was alive with red lightening. The walls added its own aphrodisiac effect to the room with its nude paintings. And Thomas Tallis’ possessive classical music ‘Spem in Alium’ was in the cold air of the room. The song which in English translation meant hope in any other was carefully selected for the ceremony of installation with the hope that it berserks participants in the act of sex and also arouses the spirit gods of sex.
Six red candles were lit and arranged vertically on the floor close to the bed starting from the head side to the foot.
Miss Asabea conducted the blindfolded Louiselle to the middle of the room where Miss Juan already stood with a pot of oil in her left hand and in the right a short brush. The rectitude of their bodies forming a square shape and their feet positioned in like manner.
Miss Asabea then memorized a small portion of the pamphlet for installation “Sisters, let us disengage that which veils our glory and the blessings of the mother be invoked on the proceedings of the evening” Miss Juan was first to unwrap the yellow piece of cloth around her waist, leaving her well shaven vagina in the open. The two nipples of her breasts were perfectly pointed as if they cried for a suck. Then Miss Asabea followed by taking off the black cloth of every Most Wise Lady of the AAC which also enveloped her waist, making her total naked. Louiselle was already ushered in naked.
“Oh! Great Mother, we beseech thy continuous support on this our installation ceremony. Endue she who is but little girl with your strength that she might sex her way to the divine glory bestowed on the chair of Most Perfect Chiliad.” Miss Juan having said the prayer stepped forward to reach for the hand of Loiuselle and motioned her onto the bed.
The ceremony begins.
“Call the first man” Miss Asabea gave a court bow to Miss Juan and she made for the exit of the strange room. She stood at the mouth of stairway and beckoned the first in a parade of oiled skinned men to climb the stairway. The man took in a deep breath down his five and half feet tall well built body before taking a step forward. He knew his duties there; he knew he was to sex the incoming Most Perfect Chiliad in the first of many sex positions. He walked majestically across the length of the main hall and up the stairway to approach Miss Asabea who held a hoodwinker. She blindfolded the man, held his hands and guided his steps to the mysterious room.
“Contemplation is best done at the sight of nothing. Dear man, ruminate on the duties a man owes the nudity of his woman” Miss Asabea whispered into the ears of the man as they both took very careful steps down the long passageway.
When they arrived in the room, Miss Asabea gently instructed the man to take off his pants.
“The first sacred sex position….” Miss Juan paused to beckon Miss Asabea to move to the left side of the bed the better to employ her assistance when it is needed “is an acrobatic posture in which Louiselle’s head will be downwards placed whilst her legs will be supported upwards by us and the man will enter her glory from the intersection of her opened legs” Miss Juan recited it so flawlessly as if she spoke her own words, but each of the positions had been described in the pamphlet.
Miss Asabea realizing the man’s penis was still a sleeping giant; she went on both knees and licked the penis to its full height erection. Her tongue lapped up the saliva off the erection. She held the erected penis and guided it into the entrance of Louiselle’s vagina. The man slowly entered and upon insertion, Louiselle screamed out of pain and the man paused, fearing his manhood was a punishment for the little Loiuselle.
Sweet pains. Joyful tears.
Miss Juan held the man by the waist and gestured him forward to continue with the penetrations. Louiselle’s sweating tights shook terribly. It can hardly be said she enjoyed the exercise but as women are hardly understood, the man continued anyway, taking it slow and gentle. After all, he was a slave. Sweet slavery.
After some thirty minutes of rigorous sex, the man couldn’t hold it all in and ejaculated into Louiselle’s vagina. Something he was forewarned against.
The ceremony of installation thus far, must be repeated next year and the man must be forced to exit earth by the darkness of the arigona cell.
The arigona cell was somewhere in the basement of the temple of Ishtar. In the days before the AAC claimed it from the Catholics, the arigona cell served as a room to priests who went contrary to their sacred obligations. They were condemned there to contemplate on their actions for hours, sometimes a day in the totally dark room void of any form of ventilation. The Catholics were even more reasonable in their punishment than the AAC because they kept a guard at the entrance of the room to wait for the distress alarm of the imprisoned priest and consequently open the door for him.
However, the AAC used it as a cell for man to plead forgiveness of sins and reconcile with his divine creature before giving up on earth.
Miss Juan knew the case have to be different for the man.
Laws are made by men and for men to obey or break.
A smile stood in her head yet Miss Juan looked at disappointed Louiselle on the bed with a painful face and she quickly veered in the direction of the man who at the time was preparing his exit from the room. Where do you think you are going? The man stopped dead at the threshold of the exit, his face full of meanings yet unable to communicate any. He had done exactly what Miss Juan had earlier instructed him on the QT. Why the fuck is she shouting? Miss Juan majestically approached the man as if she was going to slam him dead. She stood right in front of him such that the man was the only one in the room who was privy to her facial expressions, and she gave off a sharp smile. Just as the man was about to reply with a similar gesture, she screamed again at him you will die slowly with the darkness fool.
On the small passage to the basement of the temple, Miss Asabea and Louiselle hurried behind Miss Juan and their doomed man. They could hardly process the words Miss Juan spoke in undertones to the man, so the duo increased their steps to catch up with their Most Perfect.
You’ve planted in the soil of the spirits, you labourer. You were only assigned to clear the land for the planters cameth at night to reclaim their land, and you took advantage of the fertile wet soil to plant your maize hurriedly. FACE THEIR WRATH, FOOL.
Miss Asabea led the man into the air-tight stone cell. The darkness in the room stinks. Since the AAC reprobated men there to die, three men are reported to have suffered the ordeal that awaited the man. But Miss Asabea was very much surprised to find no sign of worry on the man’s being; his face still as confident as she led her into the strange room, his spirit still in place and nothing about him seemed frightened.
Death tastes sour only on the tongue of the coward. Miss Asabea nearly said the words but kept to her mind.
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