The Marks of Eros: The Cult
The following is the chapter I posted on Patreon, which was the final strike in getting my Patreon account deleted for violating their adult content policies.
I will attempt to recreate the Patreon page, now that I know the best way to avoid such issues in future. In the meantime, I will be setting up an alternative to Patreon, which may be far more flexible.
I still have the Ko-Fi account for anyone who wishes to get a digital copy of The Marks of Eros outside of Amazon (as well as to purchase the premium video content, âDeliberationâ).
Book 1 of The Marks of Eros can be purchased in Hardback, Paperback and Ebook here:Â The Marks of Eros
But without further ado, here is the chapter that brought down my Patreon. In a world where pain no longer exists, pleasure is used as both reward AND punishment. Here, we are introduced to a strange new presence in ErosâŚ
Her hands brushing over the soft petals of Flufferbells that lined the trail she was on, Ashlee walked serenely through the farmland, admiring the vibrant colours that marked her weekly walk.
Being just on the outskirts of Haven, the farm was visited regularly enough that Ashlee typically saw others walking by on her stroll. She gave a little nod to passersby here and there, the only thing that took her attention away from the serenity. With the amount of trees and large bushes that littered the path, it was always difficult to tell how many people were out and about.
Her only real distraction came from someone with whom she smiled, who handed her a large, freshly cut rose. It caught her entirely off guard. She stuttered over a thanks as the man continued along without skipping a beat. Confused yet appreciative, she walked along while holding the flower by her side.
A large, dilapidated barn sat along the trail, serving as a central landmark that many winding paths coiled around. Ashleeâs focus, however, was diverted by a woman who approached her. The lady didnât say a word; instead, she gave her a little pamphlet.
The piece of paper simply had a five-score marking on the front, with just a single sentence on the back:Â âWill you surrender your pleasure to the chosen one?â
Ashlee laughed a little but tried to hide it while politely handing back the pamphlet, trying to be as friendly as possible while declining whatever this strange proposal was.
Walking as briskly as possible, Ashlee turned back once she got to an area at the rear of the barn to disappear from view. The woman was simply walking along slowly, as if without a care in the world. Ashlee was glad that she hadnât hurt the ladyâs feelings. Though she couldnât deny how strange her walk had been today.
Proceeding along a few winding paths, ensuring she could thoroughly enjoy the cool early afternoon air without running into anyone else, Ashlee spent the next thirty minutes pleased with her solitude. Deciding to head back, she wasnât aware of the figures that had been waiting for her to be entirely alone and far enough away from others that sheâd be easy to apprehend.
With the rose acting as a beacon for them, they carefully crept out from behind the trees, careful to tread lightly and not alert the lone woman. The three figures, clad in simple, grey robes, nodded to one another and pounced.
Ashlee didnât have a chance to make a sound before she was grabbed, hands covering her mouth as she was whisked away, pulled into the trees and away from the path. Whatever she was made to breathe in caused her to instantly drift off into a deep sleep. All that signalled she was ever there was the single rose, the very item that had been used to mark her as a target.
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âWh-what⌠what do you- Mmmph⌠want with me?â
Once again, there was no response to Ashleeâs question.
It must have been hours later that she woke up in their camp. Sheâd been stripped, bathed, and her wrists were bound high above her, suspended from a beam overhead. The early evening sun bathed her in a warm amber glow. Her ankles had been tied to stakes that had been hammered into the ground to keep her legs spread apart. It felt as if theyâd been caressing her for hours before sheâd woken, her body felt alight to the touches she was being lavished with as she gained consciousness.
A multitude of people, men and women, all draped in loose-fitting grey robes, stood watching. A couple were standing beside her, their fingers playing up and down her back. None spoke or answered her. They all watched in silence.
As much as she tried her best to pull away and find any give in the bondage she was in, Ashlee couldnât help but shiver and sigh as the fingertips of the couple worked in unison along her back. They touched her so softly and delicately along her spine, across her hips and along her rear that she instinctively arched her back, awaiting more. Their fingertips glided so softly that it almost tickled. The sensations as they trailed across the curve of her ass and up her lower back made it feel like a constant electric current running through her body.
As the touching continued, as they traced up her back, along her shoulder blades, and along the back of her neck, Ashlee wanted to just sink onto the ground and touch herself, away from the prying eyes of this eerie crowd. She didnât even feel like how she imagined it would feel to be on stage during a punishment; this smaller group being so close to her made it feel so much more personal, so much more intimate.
âWhy?â she asked, simply, as the pair began kissing the sides of her neck while continuing to stroke along her back.
The response remained the same as before: silence, as the fingers swept around her back, her rear, and behind her thighs. Their mouths pecking along her neck and towards her shoulders kept her shivering along with the gently erotic touches.
A sudden âsmackâ against her ass made her gasp in surprise. As the hand that spanked her left her ass cheek, the pair both walked away, only to be replaced by another pair that also stood on either side.
Just as before, they touched and teased Ashlee without giving any explanation or answer to the constant pleas. This pair, however, focused on her front.
Ashlee knew that the rose from earlier was what caused her to be targeted, but she couldnât figure out why declining the invitation would have caused her to be in this predicament.
âWho⌠ffff⌠Mmmm⌠Who is⌠the chosen one?â she asked, unsure what she could say to make them stop or to acknowledge her.
The pair continued their ministrations, easing their fingers across her shoulders, down her neck, down her cleavage, down to her mound, before stopping short of touching her where her body screamed out for.
While the hands glided over her body, caressing her thighs, her waist, her sternum and upper body, the pair was much more direct in their intentions. They circled around Ashleeâs nipples and caressed around her pussy, constantly making her yearn to touch a little more inwards each time.
With her nipples so pronounced and her pussy so swollen with need, there was no denying just how intently Ashlee needed to be touched more. Continuously, the fingertips eased as close as possible without giving her what she needed, constantly fuelling her desperation for more.
Finally, someone addressed her.
âGive your pleasure to him, and join us.â
Ignoring this and the several people in the crowd who repeated it, Ashlee remained silent as the pair beside her continued to wreak havoc on her body. Their gentle touches and tender caresses made her shake with need. Her hips continued to rock back and forth, yet the fingers never once pressed against her most sensitive points.
Another pair stepped forward and joined in, though this pair focused on Ashleeâs rear while the other pair continued to ease their fingers up and down her front. Having all four caress her body from every angle in this way was maddening.
âGive your pleasure to him, and join us.â
As much as Ashlee wanted to ignore it, she couldnât help but ask who the chosen one was. She had no intention of succumbing to whatever this cult was about, but she needed something, anything, more than what they were doing to her.
After asking, they replied.
âWe are the Hadearchs. We follow the chosen one, Hadeon. To give him our orgasms is to certify our position in the heaven that awaits us. An eternity of bliss for those who worship him and give themselves over to Hadeon. Surrender your pleasure to him, choose to wear the marks of Eros and succumb to the light of Hadeon. Let him guide you to a world of unending ecstasy.â
Ashlee simply shook her head. She didnât want to join these lunatics. Living in Haven, sheâd already spent her adult life so far avoiding interactions with Vaunt and their tyrannical approach to suppressing pleasure.
At the lack of response, the rest of the cult surrounded Ashlee. Dozens of Hadearchs all working in unison to tease and tantalise the woman before them.
Being entirely naked, while everyone surrounding her and exploring her body were clothed, made Ashlee feel so vulnerable. Being completely helpless as they fondled her made her feel so sensitive to every touch.
All the while, the group worked like a well-oiled machine, touching and caressing her in turns while leaving their fingertips to only graze a fraction away from her engorged clitoris and her erect nipples.
Even without being explored as intimately as she was yearning for, Ashlee was still breathing heavily and rapidly, hands covering almost every inch of her body. Being felt up and touched in this way made her want to cry out for more. Yet whenever she asked them why they were doing this to her, she received the same reply.
âGive your pleasure to Hadeon. Join the Hadearchs.â
Enough time had passed that Ashlee was pulling and straining against the ropes that held her in place. Less to actively escape and more as a means to show the group around her just how desperate she was. Her pussy was dripping with need, yet still they hadnât touched her there.
They all smiled hungrily at her, a look in their eyes showing they were all enjoying the sight. The way she moved, how she arched and writhed, it was an erotic dance that excited them profoundly.
While trembling with need and looking imploringly from one cult member to the next, Ashlee saw one of the Hadearchs brandish a thin wire crown with petals woven into it. Ashlee knew at once what this was, but before she could protest, it had been placed atop her head.
The effect was felt instantly. Just as it touched her head and sank around her forehead, time seemed to stop. Except it hadnât truly stopped. Instead, her perception of time had slowed down to almost a standstill. Every touch, every lingering stroke, and laboured caress seemed to move in slow-motion.
The Loomer had a reputation as being the most dangerous of all plant life in Eros. Anyone caught up in a garden of the tall, bulbous plants would find themselves trapped in a state of slowed time. The victim would be helpless to the Loomer plants, as well as any other creature lucky enough to stumble upon the unfortunate victim.
Ashlee had heard of the leaves being turned into a crown, for use in punishments, but she had done nothing wrong, nothing to warrant such cruelty.
The countless fingertips and palms easing all over her were slowed down to a crawl. Ashlee had always been extremely sensitive to soft touches; these hyper-slowed, lingering, calculated touches were absolute torture. The slowdown seemed to make her body even more alert to every teasing touch.
Worse still, the actions in real time could still be felt, just at a much slower rate. This meant that all of the sensations seemed to pile on top of one another, heaping erotic pleasure upon her.
In this state of warped time, Ashlee was forced to focus on every detail: the softness of each fingertip, the way every curve of their palms slid along the curves of her own body, the care with which every person trailed as closely to her intimacy as possible without touching.
What caused her the most torment, however, was the focus on her own body that it imposed. Every minute detail of the stiffness of her nipples made her cry out for them to be pinched. The delicate glancing touches over those tender tips made her shudder, yet it wasnât enough.
The throbbing of her heartbeat seemed amplified throughout her body, fluttering right down her body until even her clitoris pulsed with every surge. Her ears rang with the sounds of her own moans and sighs, as if echoed back to her long after the sounds had been expelled.
The worst, however, was feeling every bead of her own arousal crawl so slowly down her inner thighs. She could almost trace every movement of her liquid need, seeping so slowly from her desperate folds, and across her swollen lips, as if trying to invite those cruel fingertips to follow that path inwards and within.
Without being able to see the current manipulations of her body, enduring everything in slow motion, Ashlee was surprised by the sudden feeling of soft bristles gliding in circles around her nipples and up and down her pussy lips. In slow motion, she was able to focus on what felt like every individual bristle of the gentle paintbrushes, which was maddening.
Soon, more of the Hadearchs started using paintbrushes on her, sweeping them up the arch of her back, over her rear and along her shivering torso. Ashleeâs frustration was immeasurable.
Once they asked her to join them once again, it took everything in her willpower to decline. She could feel the teardrops forming in her eyes, yet these tears of hopelessness would pale in comparison to how sheâd soon weep once her clitoris was exposed. Theyâd soon begin teasing her pulsing cherry mercilessly, all focusing on circling it without touching it directly.
Once the whispering motion of the bristles first cradled the tip of her swollen clit, Ashlee would be begging for more. However, it would be too late. The Hadearchs had a new victim to play with as they waited for their leader to return.
As much as Ashlee dreaded what horrors might await once Hadeon showed up, she hoped it would be soon, unable to bear any more of this slow torment. Unfortunately for her, sheâd have many hours of the slowest attention from countless fingertips and paintbrushes, all aiming to drive her to near madness with need.
It wouldnât take long until she was screaming out that sheâd join the cult, but it was already too late⌠her fate was sealed as a prisoner of the Hadearchs.
