“If once you start down the Dark Path,
forever will it dominate your destiny. Consume you, it will…”
“Nepovídal jsem ti to, že Maďary neznáš?”
Zoltán Kőrösi aka Master Serpent is the famous founder of the legendary Torture Galaxy, one of the greatest porn projects in the BDSM world. He passed away on July 27, 2020, after 8 weeks of struggling with pancreatic cancer. He was the idol and inspirer of the worldwide BDSM community, the man most of us have envied. I did my best to publish an article about him on 2 years anniversary of his death. But I failed to meet the deadline because of some troubles with contacting respondents.
The purpose of this article is not only to honor the memory of Master Serpent but to try to discover some truth about this ambiguous person. Rita and Angel, his wives, kindly agreed to answer my questions.
The article is divided into two parts: the current Dark one with Rita’s and the Light with Angel’s answers. If you will read both, you will understand – why.
I also have to beg your pardon for the bad quality of the photos. I couldn’t bother Rita and Angel with “hey, reshoot that photo again in better quality”. Their agreement to share pics was enough to act of kindness.
I will not place here real names or any contact with models. I also encourage you to avoid stalking and harassing porn models and their closest people. I also beg your pardon for possible grammar and style issues, because English is not the native, neither for my interviewees nor for myself. That’s all about the foreplay, let’s go with the main dish.
Zoltán Kőrösi was born on May 17, 1965, in Hungary, his mother is half Russian and half Hungarian, and his father is Hungarian. He was a beautiful tall man, 202 cm. He went to medical school, but he didn’t graduate. After that, he studied as a programming mathematician and claimed that got a diploma.
MB. Dear Rita, thank you for your goodwill to tell me and our auditory about Master Serpent.
R. I’m happy to answer your questions. This is the one thing I can do for myself after his death. My only freedom. If he was alive now, I wouldn’t have the courage to tell you. I would be afraid of him… Being afraid of your love is… terrible.
I didn’t want to pull the lid off him. But I spoke to you, for the first time in my life. There is an old Hungarian song saying, “I can’t tell anyone, so I’ll tell everyone”. Many of my friends said on his deathbed, “Rita, your real freedom has just come”. I didn’t feel it until now. Only pain.
MB. Can you tell us how did you meet Master Serpent?
R. I was girlfriend Zoltan’s friend. He was a man of exceptional intellect. But very often he used this intelligence for evil.
MB. Can you comment on such an information vacuum around Master Zoltán?
R. Zoltán always lied, about everything, to everyone. Zoltán didn’t want them to know where he lived, with whom, or what he was doing. He didn’t give out any information, he didn’t even allow anyone to photograph him.
MB. Would you kindly tell us the Torture Galaxy story?
R. When Zoltán told me about his desire to make a living from BDSM a year after our wedding, there was no website at that time. So he decided to create it and put the pictures we took with a film camera on the Internet. I had to take the film to a photo shop.
During these times, if he was angry with me for some reason, he would punish me by sending me to pick up the developed pictures by myself here, in this pseudo-prudish/conservative country. Of course, at that time, all the employees of the store saw the unusual pictures, and I left the store every time devastated, humiliated, and in tears. I felt that this was not worthy behavior from Zoltán. There are things that I understood years later, but at that time I just acted. I was 28 years old…
At that time, the first website was created, which was called Torture Castle. I think some of you will remember…
Zoltán always talked about me being the only model. He didn’t mention the next step for two years. So when I nodded that we should do it, it was about the two of us…
We started making the original Torture Galaxy site in 1997. After that, Zoltán had no other job. I was the only model for two years. He swore that this was always his wish, and if I fulfilled it, he will love me, give me security and support me forever.
In fact, he tried everything on me: beating instruments, saline solution, breast hemming, piercing, anything. And he kept yelling, “I’ll support you!”
But when I wasn’t enough for him, he wanted to hire models. We didn’t discuss these in advance, he was my husband, and I trusted every his word.
Sometimes he figured out that women would trust a female advertiser more, and I had to get them. I vividly remember one day, it was the period of the small studio mentioned by Angel. I had to welcome 11 women and instill trust. All 11 women wanted to try the needle. Because I spoke skillfully.
Every step was a trauma for me in the future. If I mentioned that there was something that was hurting me, my soul, then he screamed, “You live from it too!”
Then he supported the models. He gave them a big salary, more and more money or other things. Models have to live somewhere, but at least they have to live well, and of course, they also have to have an orgasm, lipstick, clothes, a motorcycle, a hi-fi tower, clothes, shoes, a hairdresser, whatever.
We bought the studios, we didn’t have to pay rent.
We made a lot of money and much more than I knew. Many times more than I knew. He had a secret account, I found out about it at the farewell party I organized. Anyway, I felt that some people are picking on our pockets. They are not interested in BDSM, but in money…privacy, and details. I don’t know if those feelings were right, sorry if I’m wrong.
MB. Had any model gotten some pleasure from the cruel tortures?
R. There are lies in the movies too… Almost every model did it for money. Zoltán paid a lot for the birth of films. Several models asked for an anesthetic injection before the thick needles… Not always, not in all cases, not everyone, but very often. Disappointing isn’t it? But to be the best, to not let anyone get away, he did.
I’m the big exception. He raised me up. I loved. I became a masochist, the queen of pain tolerance and pleasure. At least that’s the way I look at myself so that no one calls me a porn whore.
No one likes pain in itself. It’s a tool for greater orgasm. The main driver of my masochism is pride. And Zoltán’s pride.
Sometimes there was no agreement with me either. “You also live from this”, said Zoltán, and I had to do this. In this case, it didn’t start with an orgasm, but with pain. Well, it was a real pain and has nothing in common with SM sex.
And once he no longer considered me his wife and never came home. I realized later on that it’s not him who supports me, it’s me who supports him. It was my physical and mental pain, my blood…not his.
MB. Did you ever get any disease, inflammation, or infections from needles or nails? The studio wasn’t sterile.
R. We disinfected everything with medical disinfectant. And the injection needles were inherently sterile. Never had problems with that.
MB. What is about TG and TG2Club legacy?
R. Everything I worked for was his. He was my husband, my strength, my blood, my pain. The legacy, the glory has gone to Angel. She got everything with Zoltán’s death, even Zoltán’s parents’ inheritance. A lot of money.
In the beginning, the certain studio, Király street was my property, but I didn’t even have a key even during marriage. Later Zoltán transferred the property to himself. But the utility services (electricity, gas, telephone, internet) remained in my name.
Zoltán sent me money every month for me to manage. They moved to Lake Balaton and didn’t do anything. He asked Angel to pay me the same during the probate process. But she didn’t pay. Until the case was closed, I had to pay for everything, including my own apartment and the studio utilities from my own little money. Otherwise, they would have foreclosed on me, the debt would have been charged to my own apartment.
I didn’t even have access to my own TG page, I don’t have my own pictures.
And I have been almost destitute for 15 years, working 12-16 hours for a small salary, and now too… Many people, like you, own my pictures and films. But now I can barely survive.
MB. Did annoying fans ever stalk models?
R. Please tell everyone not to look for the former models.
I disappeared from the site because he used my pictures and videos from the archive for 10 years and I didn’t get any money for them. But a lot of strange people found them, and Zoltán didn’t take care of me anymore. I asked him to remove my shootings.
Strange people found me, and I’m afraid. I have been afraid for many years since Zoltán left me.
Once upon a time, there was a story. 6-8 years ago.
I met a man on smpixie.hu. Zoltán also met Angel there, not on a dating site. I couldn’t go to any forum to avoid noticing them.
We corresponded for two years before I met him. That evening, at night, he took me to a place where they put something in the drink. The effect was that I was terribly sick, vomiting, vomiting until dawn, right there, in that place. When I got the strength to go home, the man walked me out.
And all hell broke loose.
For 40 minutes, he hit, cut, pulled me by the hair, spat in my mouth, and tore out my earrings. I told Zoltán, I told him the story, the person’s real name, and nick. And in the end, he said he couldn’t help. I also wanted to protect the other women on the site. If it had touched Zoltan, he could have killed that man. He left me in such a way that as long as I live, I will be afraid of who will find him.
I also want to ask TG fans never to pay for videos and photos with my participation. I don’t receive any royalty or other payout from it. All money will be received by other people, and I don’t want to make them richer through me.
I have never, ever given anyone permission, either verbally or in writing, to trade in my images. Only to Zoltán. To my husband. Neither his second wife, nor strangers, nor the videographer, nor the Kinkycore staff.
MB. What kind of man was Master Serpent?
R. I don’t want to hurt Zoltán, because I love him as long as I live. He was a charismatic being who also had many beauties.
He always used friends, buddies, or people he picked up on the internet. But most of all, the videographer was his eternal friend. The videographer was the boyfriend of Christine from KinkyCore. Zoltán also surrounded himself with strange people, for whom Zoltán was no more than a money bag.
There are 3 paintings (one more is somewhere) that a friend of mine made for Zoltán’s 40th birthday. We are in the pictures. I guess you see Zoltán too… He didn’t come home then, even though he was still my husband. And guess what… he did not accept the gift. That’s how pictures stayed with me. He said he would have been happier with an album (of course, because it is a book that is closed, no one can see it).
I believe, Zoltán was a sociopath or a psychopath. After the divorce, I found articles on how to recognize them. Unfortunately, the articles were right. You know, power doesn’t equal evil. Absolutely not.
He never ever looked after me again. But he came to lunch every Sunday, even after the divorce. I realized that too late, this is also part of the evil. I couldn’t establish a relationship with anyone else: who can tolerate the ex coming every Sunday…
Zoltán loved no one, only himself and money. Nor Angel, he regretted marrying her, he regretted the child, because he never wanted him.
He spent his last day or two with an old mutual friend and their family, before hopefully going into surgery. And he didn’t want his family to be with him! Our friend got the doctor, he took Zoltán to the hospital. And the hospital also informed him that he had left…
Zoltán asked Angel to notify me if he dies. She did. It was a strange situation. I sobbed inarticulately, She didn’t.
But I love him forever. I informed his family that he died, and Angel didn’t even organize a farewell party.
MB. How it was to be his wife?
R. Zoltán was never satisfied with me. If I was skinny, I had to gain weight; if I gain weight, I became too fat for him. One day we went to the beach. After an hour, he packed up because he said he won’t accept that I’m the woman with the greatest cellulite. He won’t show that I’m with him.
I became anorexic from so much malice. It’s not a self-image disorder, it’s on a nervous basis. There was no video of me for a very long time because Zoltán said that I was very ugly and that the members of the website would be delusional about me. In the meantime, he was labeled a free-living person.
Here, too, I realized late that if they see me in that state, they will ask questions and people will realize that Zoltán has ruined me.
I weighed only 46 kg and with this 46 kg, I became ill with a fever. Then the wind of death touched me. I felt that I was nearing the end. He just yelled for me to eat. Well, that’s when I decided to divorce myself, I had to run for my life. Zoltán didn’t want to get divorced, because it suited him that he didn’t have to and couldn’t marry anyone else.
He lied a lot. He cheated on almost everyone. He went with models and acquaintances of friends and visited porn sites without my knowledge. He made himself a star, and wanted to show everyone who he was!
I just didn’t need it. No way. Not as a wife, not as a woman, not as a masochist. Ruined. Emotionally, and spiritually. My health deteriorated from grief. We bought the big studio. In the end, he already lived there, he didn’t go back home, and he was always busy with work.
He left me alone. There is nothing lonelier than an abandoned sub wife.
He took everything. Our income came only from the website. I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have a husband, and I didn’t have health. Destroyed. Angel was not the first person to whom he rented an apartment, bought a car, gold, or vacations. I knew nothing about this. However, this was a joint business, joint money.
I realized one fine day that Zoltán had foreseen the opportunity in me. And everything beautiful that he showed himself was a part of the entrapment. He took care of himself. A few days ago I was thinking that I love him even to death… Isn’t it Stockholm syndrome?
MB. Do you want to tell our readers something else?
R. An idol doesn’t treat his wife the way Zoltán treated me. An idol can’t be wrong, no! An idol doesn’t lie. An idol does not use anesthetic. The idol, I’m sorry, but then it’s me. He became an idol because of me. Don’t you feel that he fucked you?
But still, as long as I live, I love, mourn, and suffer without him.
That’s the story, boys and girls. I hope you will extract diamonds of knowledge from it. And will reflect on yourself, the Universe, and the relationships between things and beings. As mentored us beloved Master Yoda “Give off light, or darkness, Padawan. Be a candle, or the night.”