They were all caught — caught in a web of fear, and desire and violence!
Her tongue lured him into an alibi
Her mouth caressed him into an alibi
Her breasts maddened him into an alibi
Her thighs trapped him into an alibi
Crime and passion detonate a searing blast of violence!
Giving pleasure to men was just bed and board to her… until an unusual client taught her how to enjoy her work!
The cult was a sex lure which netted big money… They had it made in more ways than one
From the back:
A startling story of sex cult members who indulged in such primitive pagan passions they made the Roman orgies seem mild! Here is the shocking ex-posé of ravished virgins . . . of women forced to breed like cattle . . . of uninhibited eroticism and carnal lust en masse!
Figures were on the sand now, hips grinding, hands reaching in erotic foulage; passionate mouths and bodies seeking satiation. Now something new was taking place. Two of the women, their own sex desires temporarily satiated, ran up the sandbar, grabbed one of the clothed girls. And suddenly vicious hands were on the girl’s body, cloth was tearing, and the girl was nude. The seven women danced around the frightened girl. Then the circle opened to admit one of the men. He started fondling the girl, disregarding her screams, her beating hands. He threw her to the sand at last, forced his body into position. Flossie’s fingers were hard on my arm. “Bill, that girl isn’t one of them. She’s being forced, ravished—” I handed the glasses to Flossie. “Focus on the girl being ravished. She’s wearing a belt, similar to the one I cut off Joan—” “That means she’s a prisoner.” Flossie’s words stopped.
How to keep three hot-blooded women at bay would tax the guile of the most gifted attorney