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Twelve maidens. Who would be chosen? Who would be lucky?

(MF, nc, bond)

By: Edward Merry

Peru, 1378

The Aztec emperor raised his hands and the gathering crowd went silent. they were here to celebrate the great victory over the Incas. He spoke to the waiting crowd. “Here me, my people. Our foes have been defeated.” A great cry of jubilation rose from the crowd. He again raised his hands for silence. “Today we will give thanks to the gods. See, the sacred arena is prepared for the ritual of thanks giving. Bring in the captive maidens!”

He looked down upon the vast arena set out like a great amphitheatre the columns seemed to go up to the gods themselves. Around one side there was a high wall and to it were chained twelve of the captured Inca maidens they were dressed in white see-through robes. They were cut very low, revealing the valleys of their breasts, and were slit up to the thighs, exposing their long slender legs. The dark shadows of their sex could clearly be seen guarded only by their pubic hairs.

Their hands were tied above their heads in gold bracelets and attached to a ring that had a gold chain attached to it. Their feet were similarly tied. They swayed as though swept by the breeze that gently swept over their exposed and well formed bodies. Around each girl’s neck was a gold band and on it was engraved each girl’s name. And at the foot of them was a large goblet of gold. This to had their names in it each one again engraved on a gold coin.

In the centre of the arena there was a more sinister scene for here the crowd could see two black pillars. but even more menacing were the two black marble altars that stood the the side of the pillars each having large gold chains attached at each corner and covered with blood red rose petals .sacred altars to be used in this ceremony.

The emperor spoke once again. “Bring me the Golden Goblet of Death.” A young girl came in and took up the goblet. She too was dressed very scantily in a blood red gown. This, like the girls tied to the pillars, showed off her body. The emperor gazed upon the beauty. She was dark, and looked like another captive maiden from a distant land, the dark curves of her body contrasting with the white of the Inca maidens tied to the pillars. He took in all her beauty. She brought the goblet to the emperor and bowed low. He could see her breasts as the covering fell away. She was exposed down to her navel, and one could just see the dark hairs of her sex hiding her sexual treasures.

The emperor looked upon this captive slave and took the goblet. He then began to raise the golden coins that contained the names of the maidens tied to the pillars and took two out. He gave the goblet to the girl and dismissed her.

He raised his voice. As he spoke, the twelve maidens were filled with fear. What was he about to do with the two names he held in his hands. “Bring to me the ones called….” He looked down at the name on the first coin. “Tarsha” And he turned the second coin over in his hand. “The one named Belina.”

Two men came and looked at the coins that were on each girl. Finding the two named Tarsha and Belina they untied them and dragged the screaming young girls to the foot of the emperor, throwing then down at his feet. They looked up at him with fear and dread in their eyes. He then turned to the men and told them to take the young victims to the sacred black pillars. The men showed no mercy as these two chosen maidens were tied to the black marble pillars. When they were securely tied, he told the men to strip them. A great cheer went up as the men tore away their white robes. The crowd saw the naked flesh of the captured Inca maidens. Their naked breasts seemed to glow with the wetness as their bodies were exposed to the heat of the day. Their naked flesh seemed to arouse the men looking on.

The maidens tossed and swayed, trying to relieve the weight of the chains. This again brought cheers from the onlooking crowd.

The emperor looked at the maidens and was pleased with what he saw. “We will now witness the bravery of our warriors.” Again a loud cheer arose. “Bring in the warriors chosen to entertain us with their skills.”

Two Inca warriors came into the arena. They were bare-chested and dressed in leather loin cloths. Around their waist. each one had a sword and a dagger. Each removed his dagger and laid it at the feet of the maidens tied to the pillars. Each one standing in front of his chosen maiden.

The emperor spoke, “My brave warriors, today you will have the privilege of defending the one you stand before she shall be yours. But first you must give us of your skills, for you must engage in battle with each other… in a fight to the death.”

There was a murmur of expectancy from the watching crowd. He continued, “To the winner goes the spoils of victory, for he shall take the girl to himself on our sacred Altar of Life. This we shall all witness, for the one who is defeated, she shall join her warrior in death to be sacrificed on the Altar of Death.”

The crowd roared there approval at what was about to unfold before them. The two girls looked at each other, now knowing their fate: to be taken by a warrior and live or to be sacrificed to the Inca gods of death.

At a given sign, the two warriors began to do battle. The one defending Tarsha seemed to have the upper hand, for he was younger than the warrior fighting for Belina. The fight was cheered on by the crowd, who wanted a long duel. The fight lasted long; they were very strong, but the young man was getting the better.

Then it finished when elder man seemed to stumble. To this, the younger man sprang upon him. The elder man was turned onto his back, and with one swift blow the younger man thrust his sword into him pinning him to the ground.

His body convulsed in one last effort of life; then it was still. Belina, seeing this, went faint, her chains rattling on the pillar as the man fighting for her sounded out his own death rattle. The younger one held up his sword, raising it in a kind of victory sign.

The emperor gave the command for Belina to be brought to the altar. He obeyed, first releasing her from the chains of the pillar then laying her naked and still body upon the black altar, now to be the altar on which she was to be sacrificed as a gift to one of their many gods.

He tied her to the altar, spreading her legs apart, gazing at her open sex, then tying her wrists to each corner so she was spread-eagle on this dark black marble altar. He took up the dagger from in front of the pillar and stood over her body.

Tarsha was watching, unable to take her eyes of this cruel and barbaric act, for she saw him ask for permission from the emperor to send her to the gods. It was granted.

He then took the dagger and made some sacred marks on Belina’s body, feeling her sex and breasts as he did. She struggled against the ties, screamed in horror and pain, but all she saw was a gold glint of steel as it made the sacred cuts, cutting its way from her breasts down to her navel, then down to her sex, finally finishing as the the blade cut its way into her unguarded sex.

Her blood began to run down the side of the altar, the blood running down in between the valley of her white virgin breasts and past her navel into her untouched sex. Tarsha thought to herself she had the quicker death. And she did die a virgin. What was now to be her fate? But as she looked on, the warrior was not finished, for he began to make more sacred cuts.

This time, he placed his dagger at the girl’s side just under her breasts and he moved it under her breasts, making a sort of cross on her body. She writhed in pain and cried out for death. On hearing her cries, the emperor held his hands out and turned his face up to the heavens.

“Her blood flows!” he shouted. “Send her to our gods!”

At this, the young warrior took the dagger and held it high above the naked and bloodstained body of Belina. Her blood was now covering the altar and running down onto the dirt of the arena. She was weak and ready for her sacrifice. She offered a last prayer to her own gods. The warrior took one last look at Belina’s naked and beautiful body before he plunged the sacred dagger into her waiting flesh.

The dagger was razor sharp and found no resistance to her heart. its blade resting up to the hilt. And it seemed to find a resting place between her bloodstained and naked breasts. He let it rest there and watched as Belina’s young life ebbed into death.

The emperor now spoke again to the young warrior. “Take your prize. She is yours. Let the crowd see how a young warrior takes a young maiden.”

The crowd roared its delight, and the women in the crowd watched eagerly to see his erect tool enter this captive maiden.

He went to Tarsha and undid her chains, feeling her body as he did so. She squirmed at his touch, but she had no strength to struggle. He lifted her high above his head as though she was no weight at all. Then he placed her on the other black marble altar, her body resting on the bed of rose petals.

Tarsha thought that it would have been better to have been sacrificed upon it. She felt him spread her legs wide apart as he fastened the gold chains to her ankles. Then he moved to the other end of the altar and secured her wrists to the other corners of that dark, foreboding marble altar.

She lay naked and spread-eagle, exposed like all the beautiful young virgins that had adorned these sacred altars over many years. To the onlooking crowd, she was just another maiden, sacrificed to a warrior. But to the young warrior, she was his prize. He had fought to have her and have her this day he would.

He stood before the altar and took in all Tarsha’s beauty, her firm round breasts, her slender shoulders, her arms, and her long slender legs. But most of all he gazed at her treasure: her sex. He wanted her. He would explore all her gifts before he was finished with her. His own sex tool was beginning to be excited. He would have the feelings any man would have seeing this naked form awaiting his pleasure.

He took some of the red rose petals and let them fall from his hands over her naked body. He removed his garments and stood erect over Tarsha. She felt his hands searching up her legs then onto her thighs as he searched her delights. Then she moaned uncontrollably as his hands caressed her breasts, then her stomach, and finally between her thighs.

Then his fingers searched her sex, going deeper and deeper. She writhed with delight as she fought her womanly instincts, not wanting to give in but unable to resist. She felt the weight of his body as he mounted her. His body pressed down on her breasts. He spread himself on top of her, and they became as one.

He entered her sex, thrusting his now large and erect tool into her. She cried out for him to stop, yet her body wanted him more. She tossed her body from side to side, her hair flowing over the altar sides. She felt him kiss all the treasures of her body: her neck, her navel, her legs, and her sex, his hands roving over her body in a kind of frenzy.

Then he returned to her sex as though this was to be the final climax. She felt the flow of his love juice as he climaxed. Tarsha felt herself climax as she unwillingly responded to the thrusting of his tool and the roar of the crowd. He rested his body on her as he was spent.

He removed his now empty tool from her sex. After what to Tarsha seemed like an eternity, he got up from her and dressed again in his warrior’s clothing. The crowd was ecstatic as they watched them on the altar. Tarsha had played her part in this sacrifice, although she had no wish to. It was her womanly desires that had over powered her own thoughts.

She lay still on the altar, wondering what was to become of her. At last, when the arena was emptying, one of the women came and released her from her chains.

She looked down on the still and bloodstained body of Belina. She was still on the altar where she had been sacrificed, her blood now congealing with the red rose petals of the altar. The woman give her another white robe. She spoke, seeming to gleam with pleasure in what she was about to say, and filled Tarsha with more fear and dread.

For she whispered in her ear, “You did well, my child. The emperor was pleased. Your name will go into the golden bowl again tomorrow.”

Tarsha looked into her cruel eyes, and screamed as the woman dragged her from the arena.