Meanwhile, back at the beach-house...

In her fevered dreams, Helen was surfing a tide of pleasure like she’d never known. The previously respectable wife, mother and teacher was reveling in the dark and forbidden pleasure of sado-masochism. The searing pain of the tattoo needles had given her several shattering orgasms, and her skin was hot with the sensation, like a million tiny bee stings. Almost every inch of her exquisite body was now covered with demonic and occult symbols and images. Having completed their work, the robed tattoo artists stepped away, to be replaced by new figures, each holding piercing equipment, and a collection of silver jewelry.

She hissed with pleasure as her breasts were grabbed and her sensitive nipples pinched, and she trembled with anticipation as she watched the piercing implements moving towards her naked flesh…

In his underground sanctum, Arman Varko continued to work his depraved magic, chanting demonic incantations and holding his stiff cock in one hand, while with the other he rubbed the small figurine representing Helen Walker up and down the throbbing length of his cock.

Standing over Helen in her bedroom, Richard Graves also had his stiff cock in hand. He watched the naked, sweat-soaked body of his friend’s wife as she squirmed on the bed in front of him, the tip of his throbbing dick mere inches from her sleeping face. He wasn’t going to fuck her, not yet, but he could at least sample some of the delights of that glorious body. Reaching down to cup her large, quivering breasts, he rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs. She moaned huskily in response and arched her back, as if to thrust her tits deeper into his grasp.

As he bent over her, his hands playing with her slippery tits, he noticed her turn her face so that her lips were almost touching his jutting cock, and he watched her mouth open and her pink tongue begin to creep out from between the panting lips…

Nearby, in her room, Stacy was rubbing her clit with her thumb while plunging two fingers deep into her moist young sex, as she watched yet another video featuring an older woman and a young nymphette engaging in a torrid threesome with a porn-stud.

She began to imagine what life must be like for a porn star, and giggled at the thought of following that career path herself. She could imagine how her parents would react if they thought she was considering such a thing, even in the most hypothetical way. They would lose their minds! But yet again, her mind drifted back to the book she’d seen at the Varko house. Porn went back a long way! It must be as old as civilisation itself. As soon as humans were able to write or paint, they created erotic art. Surely porn was just an extension of that? Maybe she should write a thesis on it when she got back to college!

Thinking of her parents reminded her that she should probably check on her Mom. She shut down her laptop, took a bit of time to fix her clothes, and then stepped out into the hall.

Richard didn’t notice as the bedroom door started to open behind him. His attention was fully absorbed by the sight of Helen Walker’s tongue as it extended towards the tip of his hard cock, while her sleeping eyes moved about fitfully under her closed eyelids…