Thrall Of The Vestals

John Calvino felt like he hit the jackpot. He had been invited to a dig on the historic island of Malta- the youngest college student ever to have such an opportunity. Things begin to take a turn for the strange, however, when he begins to unearth the fact that an ancient cult had lived here. The cult of the Vestals. A cult that took women, enthralling them, ensnaring them utterly- a cult that might still be active. The women of the camp are behaving strangely, and some of the girls have already submitted to the cult's powers, giving themselves up to be helpless, willing thralls- and it seems like his girlfriend Emma and his new friend Liz might be next!

Will John be able to stop them in time, or will Emma and Liz be unable to resist the corruption and become mindless Thralls of the Vestals?


EXCERPT

She couldn't take it anymore. She had tried. She had tried. They have been easy to ignore, at first: faint stirrings, stirrings deep in her, stirrings that she attributed only to the fact that she had not had a man in some time. But then€¦ The urges became deeper. More intense. She began to be unable to focus at the archaeological dig she was working on, her mind consumed by that deep, barely hidden fire that pulsed inside her.

And the dreams€¦ Oh, the dreams. They were the worst, by far. At least when she was awake, she had some notion of how to resist the urges that came to her: she could shake them off, listen to music, or engage herself in a particularly vexing problem. But at night she had no defense. The dreams, they invaded her mind €“ they came unbidden, probing snaking into her deepest fantasies. Those images, the surging visions that permeated her sleep, making her moan and groan in the comfort of her cot in her tent at night.


€œMy child.€ Gegania said, looking at her. €œYou stand before me now as you did the day you entered this world. You cannot hide behind the trappings of clothes, just as you cannot hide your feelings from me. You have felt our call. You have felt the fire of the Vestals.€

€œI€¦ yes€¦€ Jessica said. She almost couldn€t concentrate. Gegania€s voice had taken on a deep, almost hypnotic tone and cadence, and her sheer dress seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Jessica could not help but stare into Gegania€s strong brown eyes, eyes that seemed to bore deep into Jessica€s soul.

€œDo you wish to slake that thirst?€ Gegania continued. €œDo you wish to feel the sweet pleasure once more, the pleasure that only taunts you in your dreams?€

€œOh god, yes!€ Jessica said, her head nodding so hard it felt as though it would fall off. She did want that. She wanted it so much.