Chapter 10
The candle flames leaped high, throwing strange, twisting shadows over the curtain walls of the canvas roofed pavilion. Sandra gasped as she peeked inside. While the space was not especially large, there was a sense of mystery about it. What she found most intriguing was that something hung from a wooden framework. It looked like a large red cape trimmed in white. Somewhere in the background drums beat rhythmically, and reed flutes played high, mysterious notes.
Sandra entered and looked about her, still feeling self-conscious in her very revealing costume. She clutched the halves of her vest together in a vain effort to hide her swelling breasts. Perhaps this whole thing was not such a good idea, after all. Maybe she should simply turn around and get back to the tent. She could slip quietly into her trench coat and be gone before Marta knew she was missing.
"Ah," said a voice behind her. "I see you have prepared yourself." It was Marta Changusa. She was wearing a high, feathered headdress of white ostrich plumes with strings of silver beads that draped down under her throat. Her body was covered with a filmy robe of white, her enormous breasts jutting out from it, their dark nipples clearly outlined through the thin fabric.
"I'm ready, but I'm- not sure I want to go through with this. I mean ..."
"Hush, child. It will not take long. Besides, one never knows the good which can come from such a ritual as this. It could change your life. Come with me." She took Sandra's arm, and the girl went along with her. She might as well get this over with. There was no way out of it now.
"Sit here," Marta said, indicating a low bench covered with a richly patterned oriental rug. Sandra sank down onto it, trying hard to keep her legs together so as not to be revealed by the gap in the pants. The air was hazy with smoke and smelled heavily of incense. Suddenly, Sandra felt dizzy. It must be the wine, she decided. Perhaps she should not have drunk so much of it.
Across the room, Hal was feeling dizzy as well, but he did not care. He was too busy watching the young woman who had just entered the room. While he was intrigued by her mirrored mask, he was really interested in her superb, supple looking body. Her harem pants hid almost nothing, and he could feel his penis beginning to uncoil as he watched her subtle curves and long, tapering legs. He had really stumbled into something special here, he decided. Between the masked woman who hung from the scaffolding, her twat shaved and open to his gaze and this graceful new addition, he was in for a real treat.
Solono, god of the Sun, the blonde woman had called him, and Hal was costumed accordingly. On his head was a tall crown of gold colored metal with a visor which extended down to cover his eyes and nose, masking him just as the two women were masked. His broad chest was bare, except for a large, round breast plate stamped with a twisting, sunburst design. It was suspended from his neck on a heavy chain, and another chain looped around his lower back to keep it from flopping out when he bent over. His trim, muscular hips were encircled by another length of chain which held up his loin covering, a heavily embroidered affair of thick material which was so long it nearly brushed the ground. It included two panels, one hiding his long, erect penis, the other covering the long crack of his buttocks. Unlike loin cloths he had seen before, this one made no attempt to cup his genitals. They hung flopping and loose beneath the fabric cover, just the way Hal liked it. Wide bracelets clasped his ankles and wrists. He really did feel a bit like a sun god.
The sound of drums swelled louder, and Marta Changusa swept into the center of the pavilion. Standing beneath the hanging woman, she began, her voice a low, rhythmical chant, her long fingers writhing in time to the music.
"Altara, the goddess of dawn, hangs imprisoned by the Night. He dances now about her, laughing at the sight."
A male figure leapt into view. It was Hando Rubosa, clad only in a high, silver studded, black headdress and a tight leather jock strap. He danced wildly about, writhing with the drum beats.
Sandra gasped. Finally she could see where the coils of the snake on his chest went. Never had she seen a tattoo so strange, so oddly sensual. Her eyes traced the curving lines of the snake's body, artistically created to harmonize exactly with the boy's tensely muscled body. She found herself delightfully aroused by his near nudity, and she watched hungrily as he cavorted about the center of the room. What was it he was dancing in front of? The hugely billowing cape hid him from her view half the time. That was annoying, and Sandra decided to do something about it.
Getting up slowly so as not to disturb the proceedings, she moved around to where she could get a better look at Hando's wildly writhing body. As she looked up at the scaffold, she let out a frightened gasp. For the first time she saw the female figure that hung there, masked and inert, apparently unconscious. Her eyes focused on the lewd, shaved slit of the woman's crotch. It looked impossibly silky, like a baby's behind.
As she watched, Hando bent forward, and his long, pink tongue flicked out to tickle the naked cleft. The hanging woman groaned loudly, her body writhing against its bonds. So, Sandra thought, she was not unconscious after all. Perhaps she had only been drugged.
She shook her head. Her own mind was none too clear after drinking that honeyed wine. She should have known better. Fascinated, she looked on while Hando continued to lave the woman's vulnerable crack with his educated tongue. She could almost feel the wetness of it licking at her own pussy and caught herself envying the hanging female. Just as her fingers began moving down to touch the tingling place between her own thighs, Marta, as Ishtar, spoke again.
"To help her sister, Shanta hurries. But Night is strong. He has no worries." The white robed woman was beckoning to Sandra.
What was she supposed to do? Shrugging her shoulders, she ran forward, following the words of the poem. His muscular arms spread wide, Hando rushed to meet her. Winding himself about her shivering body, he ran his long, slim fingers up and down her back. She gasped at the hotness of his chest pressing against her nakedness. His hugely aroused penis throbbed at her groin, and she could feel every detail of it through the leather strap.
Hando's lips found hers, and the two of them kissed, Sandra's erect nipples poking into his tatooed chest. Mouths open, they dueled, Hando overwhelming her with the musky scent of his maleness. He was totally animal, and Sandra knew it. She had known it from the moment she laid eyes on him, and now she was experiencing his overt sexuality first hand. Soft, mewling noises escaped her throat as her wret tongue tickled along the underside of his writhing, wet oral instrument. She could taste the saltiness of the hanging female's cunt juices in his mouth, and it excited her all the more. Her own pussy was leaking freely now, its moist flow soaking into the black leather of Hando's restraining pouch. She twisted in his arms, and his smooth hands found their way to her silken buttocks. His fingers dug savagely into her soft flesh. He pushed the cheeks together, rubbing the sensitive halves of her long, hairless crack against one another. Sandra groaneb! deep in her throat, pushing her quivering cunt into the man's throbbing groin. All else was forgotten. Now all she wanted was to be entered by this youth's magnificent penis. She wanted it probing into the softness of her pussy, pushing the walls apart, touching her deepest parts. Sandra whimpered pleadingly, her nostrils flaring as she once again breathed in the masculine scent of him. Slowly Hando lowered her to the ground at the base of the scaffolding. She could look directly up into the suspended woman's pussy. It gaped redly open between her splayed, bound legs, Hando's spittle causing it to glisten lewdly in the flickering light of the candles.
Sandra's eyes followed the length of the shaved, naked slit. It was so beautiful, so alive, so vulnerable. She caught herself wishing she could be open like that, every hair cut away, freeing her to each lascivious sensation.
Through passion slitted eyes she watched Hando Rubosa as he stood over her. With slow, deliberate movements he peeled the black strap down his long legs, his trim hips undulating softly in the flickering candlelight.
Sandra caught her breath as his huge penis flopped free. It was easily eleven inches long, the largest and thickest she had ever seen. She gazed hungrily at the elegant drape of his foreskin, wondering at the fist size knob of power it held hidden within it. Her entire groin was twitching with lewd expectation. She spread her legs wide, her fingers scrabbling along the tender insides of her thighs, inviting the young man to take her, to vanquish her burning desires, to ravish her aching, fleece-covered cleft. She could feel the liquids of lust gushing within her, the moist sweetness oozing out through the pouting, swollen lips of her twat. Urgent, mewling cries came from her tense throat, and her mouth was dry with raw excitement.
Moving forward, Hando placed the sole of his right foot directly on Sandra's trembling cuntal mound. She felt the long, well articulated toes wriggling against her exposed, hotly aroused flesh and let out a long, low animalistic moan. She was greedy, hungry for his maleness, eagerly begging for satisfaction. She wiggled beneath him, her buttocks rising from the ground.
Naked, the light catching the glistening layer of sweat that covered his lithely muscled body, Hando lowered himself to her. On his knees between her opened legs, he stroked his rigidly erect phallus with trembling fingers, pulling back the foreskin to reveal his shiny, musk scented head. He moved the foreskin back and forth lewdly, the tacky wetness of his syrupy male fluid causing a slurping sound that seemed like music to Sandra's passion sensitive ears.
Hando leaned forward, a leering smile wreathing his face. His long, wolfish tongue snaked out to lickingly moisten his full lips, and he lunged into her. Without warning, the punishing hardness of his swelling knob sank between the soft folds of her cuntflesh. Sandra let out a pitiful moan. The pain was mind boggling. He was stretching the delicate walls of her vagina to the breaking point.
"Stop. Pleeeeeeease stop!" the girl cried. "You're killing me. You're gonna rip me apart!"
Hando pushed onward as though he did not even hear her. Tossing his proud head from side to side, his black eyes snapping* he rammed his huge, brutally raping cock into her body. His hands shot, palms downward, to her flopping breasts. Closing his fingers over the lush fullness of them, he kneaded the flesh roughly, making Sandra scream out even louder as stirring pain shot through her trembling young body.
She lay mewling on the ground, her legs splayed helplessly as the sex crazed male shoved his lewdly hardened erection into her sweating body over and over again. Her glassy eyes gazed upward, trying to focus. She could make out the shaved cunt lips of the woman who hung above her. There were drops of dewy moisture dripping from the sheared opening as if it were an open wound. Sandra knew then that the female was awake and watching what was going on below her. She cried out all the louder. Would no one rescue her from this gypsy demon?
Now, Marta spoke again, her volume diminished, her tone soft and crooning. "Help is coming, do not fear. Solono, the Sun and god is near." Clapping her hands, she beckoned Hal to come forward.
He moved slowly into the center of the room, his eyes wide behind the openings of the mask he wore. Never in his life had he been part of a scene so sexually arousing. He felt sure that the amber wine had some effect. Nevertheless, the sight of the terrified young woman being raped by the lavishly tatooed young male while another woman, helpless, hung above with her cunt dripping forth its musky smelling fluids was enough to drive him mad with raw lust.
Sandra tried to follow what Marta was chanting in her deep, sonorous voice. She had said something about help, and then some words about a sun god. She fought for breath, Hando's huge, punishing penis driving into her relentlessly. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. With wide eyes, she looked toward a new movement off to her left. There stood a tall, gold masked figure. The Sun, she was sure. He was beautiful, the candlelight reflecting off his sweating muscles. What lay beneath that ground sweeping loin cover, and where on Earth had this superhuman figure come from? Sandra cried out to him, desperate for help.
The chanting began again, the voice of Ishtar rising musically above the hypnotic sound of the drums. "Now comes the battle they must fight, the god of Sun and god of
Night."
The golden figure circled he fucking couple. Sandra cried out again, her voice filled with fear and pleading. "Help! Oh please, please help me. He's killing meee- eeeeeee!"
The tall figure swayed before Sandra's tear-filled eyes. Would he help her? The chanting goddess had said distinctly that there was to be a battle. Biting her lips to keep from crying out as the hugely erect male organ continued to batter against the tender walls of her bruised vagina, she waited to see what would happen next.
"Now the struggle must be won, with use of Shanta by the Sun."
What could the woman mean by that?
Shanta, that was her, Sandra thought, panic rising in her belly. Ishtar clapped her hands together commandingly. At the signal, Hando grappled with Sandra. Wrapping both his strong arms around her neck, he lifted her up, driving the gigantic stake of his prick even further up into her feverish guts than before. With one quick movement to the side, he rolled the girl over. Lying on his back, he grinned up at her lewdly, his ravaging penis still buried all the way up her twat. She sprawled across his chest, trying to understand what was happening.
Hal. was staggering so he could hardly navigate. Something in that wine had gotten to him, he decided. He blinked his eyes. What did they expect of him? What was he supposed to do next? He focused his gaze on the upturned buttocks of the woman who was being fucked half to death on the ground. The cheeks looked succulent and impossibly smooth in the half light. Her legs were splayed wide as they straddled those of the tattooed male under her. Hal could see the base of the man's obscenely large penis where it disappeared between the soft looking folds of the woman's wet, throbbingly alive cuntal passage. The chanting priestess had said something about the use of Shanta by the Sun. He was supposed to be the Sun.
Suddenly, his eyes trained on the woman's openly stretched buttocks, Hal knew what to do. Whether it was what they wanted from him or not, that lewdly stretched, totally hairless crevice was just too much to resist. Opening his eyes wide, he caught a glimpse of the woman's tightly clenched anal rosebud. It looked so tiny, so impossibly tight, that there was no way he could keep himself from testing it. Would she be able to accommodate him? He would know in less than a moment. He remembered how Sandra had howled and screamed at him for even suggesting that he might like to enter her through that forbidden gateway. Now he would do it to this masked female. He could pretend to himself he was blasting open his wife's anterior lips and that she was loving it, inviting him ever onward until he was all the way inside, his thick, pubic bush scrubbing at the heavenly softness of her ass cheeks.
Hal knelt between the outstretched legs of the young, dark skinned man who lay beneath the female, ramming his burgeoning penis all the way up into her accepting twat. She was no longer resisting the savage onslaught, Hal could see that. She pushed down to meet her. By now, she must feel as though it were coming out her mouth. That was nothing compared to what she was about to feel from him, Hal thought, smiling to himself.
Using both hands, he pulled her supple buttocks apart. Sandra gasped loudly as the cold air hit her rectal opening. What was the strange, tall man doing? Why did he not leave her alone? She was just admitting to herself that she was enjoying what Hando was causing to happen within her sex ravished body. The pain was gone. Each new thrust brought with it new sensations of filling, exciting, sexual satisfaction. Every pore of her perspiring body called out for more. If he suddenly decided he was going to stick his whole arm up into' her flooding pussy, she was sure she could take it and beg for more. How would she ever face her husband after this? She made up her mind to worry about that later. Right now she was at the sexual peak of her life.
Something hard and pulpy touched Sandra's behind. It moved moistly along her hairless crack. It felt good. What was the masked man doing? The massive knob stopped directly on her sensitive anal ring. Suddenly she knew what he intended to do.
"No!" Sandra screamed. "You can't! You mustn't. I can't take it. Nooooooo!" She squirmed about wildly, caught on the mighty stake of Hando's unrelentingly hard prick.
Sensing her panic, the young man grabbed her around the back, holding her tightly against his heaving, sweaty chest, keeping her utterly immobile and open to the lewd attack.
Sandra screamed and cried. She could not endure this, she was certain. There was nothing in the world she feared more completely than anal rape. She had had nightmares about it from the time she was a child. Even when she tried to tell her mother about her fear filled dreams, the woman would not listen. The idea was too horrible even to discuss.
"Pleeeeeeease, please, let me go," she sobbed. "He'll kill me. I don't want to die. Somebody help me, pleeeeeeease!"
All at once, Ishtar was standing over her, smiling down lovingly, radiantly beautiful in her snow white robes. Sandra was sure she had come to rescue her. The woman thrust a tall goblet toward her mouth.
"Here," she commanded, "Drink. It will relax you and make your desires well up thrillingly within you. When we are finished here, you will be a new woman, complete for the first time in your life."
"No, I can't. I..." Sandra choked and sputtered as the sweet, amber colored wine filled her mouth. She swallowed despite herself, and the liquid spewed hotly down her throat. Instantly, her already warm body was atingle with new life, and the hot penis throbbing within her tightly hugging vagina excited her even more fully than before.
The hands spread her buttocks insistently, pulling the halves apart, opening her up mercilessly. Sandra writhed and sobbed, her universe centered on the smooth, hot cock knob that was getting ready to plow into her rectal passage. The last bit of virginity she possessed was going. She whimpered pitifully.
Sandra screamed, her terrified voice ripping through the evening air. She felt the man working his burning tip between the smooth, fleshy mounds of her buttocks until it nudged salaciously against the tightly puckered lips of her hole.
"Nooooooo," she moaned, knowing that her protests would do no good at all.
The man tightened his grip on her squirming cheeks and pushed hard into her nakedly splayed body. She was vulnerable, caught on the huge thickness of Hando's rigid phallus. She could feel his steel hardness pushing against her tight opening, forcing, demanding entrance. There was no way to stop him.
The vainly resisting muscles of her anal ring collapsed in defeat, and, grabbing her harder than before, the muscular animal above her pulled her back against his groin, yanking her onto his impaling thickness. Sandra's whole body shook violently, and she cried aloud.
"Noooooool Aggggggh. You're hurting me. You're killing me. Take it out. Please. Somebody help me. It's so gigantic, so big, tooooo big!"
Then, as if something magic had happened, Sandra stopped screaming. Just as she had suddenly come to respond to the sensation of Hando's immensely punishing cock slamming into her, she now found herself beginning to enjoy the skewering hard thrusts of this naked, all-possessing prick.
Marta had been right. The sensation was wonderful She was being filled totally with pulsing, living cock. Hando's massive erection was still stretching the walls of her cunt with a force she had never before known. At the same time, the man in- vading her body from the rear was also giving her something new, and Sandra would never forget the feeling of the wildly exciting double fucking.
"Ohhhhh, yessssss," she hissed, pushing her buttocks back to demand more of the filling, stretching meat. "It feels so goddamn big, as big as my arm. Ohhhhhhh!"
Hal moaned with pain and pleasure. The woman's hole was tighter even than he imagined it would be. Never again would he be totally satisfied merely with a cunt. This was like nothing else in the whole world. He gazed down the length of his body to watch his stiffened erection slide hotly in and out of her gripping anus. Her pink flesh clung furiously to the gleaming hardness of his penis, as if it were afraid to let it slip away.
Sandra groaned, her body trembling all over as the last inch of his harshly erect cock bored into her bowel with the hardness of a hot steel rod. She choked with abandon, her slender body squirming and bucking savagely between the two sweat-soaked men. Her full, sensuous hips began a slow, writhing dance of unbridled sexuality, and she whimpered in wanton ecstasy. In the wildness of her totally aroused mind, Sandra realized she had just been born. She was now the completely alive, sensually aware woman she wanted to be, that Hal wanted her to be. She could hardly wait to get home to him. He would never believe the change in her. She would fuck him to utter, satisfied exhaustion.
She groaned, her naked butt cheeks clenching and unclenching with salacious fervor, her flooding pussy bathing Hando's ever-rubbing erection with womanly fluids.
Suddenly, someone was lifting her, raising her up by the shoulders, forcing the upper portion of her body upward, hurting her back. It was Ishtar, a lewdly excited smile on her full lips. She pulled Sandra up insistently, and then the girl understood why. The dripping, fluid oozing cunt of the hanging woman was an inch from her face. The wildly musky scent of it filled her nostrils, and she found herself drooling excitedly. Her eyes wide, she looked into the pinkly folded convolutions of the shaved opening. It was so beautiful, more lovely than anything she had ever seen. The drops of moisture, female dew, stood out around its quivering lips, and they shown brightly in the light like a thousand precious diamonds.
Sandra opened her full, hotly trembling lips and closed them again over the silken surface of the woman's nakedly splayed cunt. The masked female above her gave a low, soul-shattering moan, and Sandra felt the twat lips against her mouth begin to open, blossoming like a rose in the hot summer sun.
The bound woman was coming, climaxing frantically all over Sandra's face and into her eagerly sucking mouth. She ate of the wetness, opening her lips to the flood, licking at the distended pussy with her hot, warmly coaxing tongue. She would not be satiated until she had it all. The sweet, womanly flavor drenched her excited tastebuds, and still she ate, again licking, delving deep between the salaciously bare lips.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Hando was coming. He pushed up into Sandra's screamingly tight slit and let go a fountain of hot, viscous cum. She took it all, moaning and twisting her hips from side to side as she felt the torrent of hot syrup pour into her.
The wild action of her body set off Hal's climax. "Ahhhhhhh shit," he groaned, his voice coming in heaving gasps. "I'm co-mmmmming, commmmmmmi-ng forever." He pushed into Sandra's stranglingly tight anus one more time, burying his hot, vomiting prick all the way up into her trembling bowels.
As she felt the wetness enter her body from all sides, Sandra reached out for and achieved the greatest climax of her life. Her whole frame shook with wildly sensual pleasure as the womanly wetness flooded out of the quivering hotness of her insides. She was coming, coming, coming from deep within herself, from places she never knew existed. It was the climax of a complete, totally aroused female. Never again would she be shy about sex. Never again would she hesitate before trying a new sensual experiment. This ceremony had made her whole, dramatically ready to give and to receive the entire experience.
The three of them lay exhausted on the ground, Sandra still pinned between the two men's bodies.
"Come," Marta said, her voice low and calm. "It is complete. The ritual is over."
The drums had ceased, along with the mysterious flute music. The sounds of the night were all around them, quiet sounds, normal sounds.
Sandra looked up at the golden male as he pulled his deflated penis from her body and sat down heavily on the ground beside her. She felt no regret about what had happened between them. Whoever he was, he certainly was handsome.
Slowly, Hal pulled off his gold crown and visor and grinned sheepishly at the masked woman beside him. To his dismay, she began to laugh, quietly at first and then louder, until her whole body was shaking with it. She pulled herself away from the dark, tattoo-covered youth who lay beneath her and sat up, still giggling hysterically.
"Well," Hal snapped defensively, "I'm glad you think it's all so funny. Fm glad you you think that everything I am doing is meant to be entertaining to you."
She shook her head. "No, no, it's not that," she said, her voice so choked with laughing she could hardly speak. "You were wonderful! What's so funny is this." She pulled off her mask, and Hal stared at his wife in shocked disbelief.
"Sandra! How? Where? How could this be?"
"Don't worry about it. Isn't it wonderful?" She began to laugh all over again, and Hal found himself joining her. The two of them sat rocking on the ground, convulsed in laughter.
Then a woman's voice was screaming from above. "Let me down! Let me go! I'll scream until the police come!"
Jumping up quickly, Hando helped Marta loosen the bonds of the woman who hung from the scaffolding. Hal's eyes grew wide as he gazed at the youth's long, flopping cock.
"Hey," he whispered, leaning close to his wife, "Did you actually just have that huge thing stuffed up your pussy?"
"Every inch of it, Babe." She reached out and took his hand affectionately. "Why do you ask?"
There was a worried look in Hal's eyes as he answered. "Do you think you'll ever be satisfied with me again after that?"
Sandra chuckled softly and scooted over to snuggle against his muscular body. "There's not a thing to worry about, Honey. Not a thing in the world."
The woman who had been tied above them staggered around, cursing loudly. "I'll get the police. That's what I'll do. So help me, I'll tell them everything. You'll pay for this, all of you." With fumbling hands, she pulled the mask from her head. Squinting, she looked down at Hal and Sandra who were sitting at her feet. She let out a piercing scream and dropped the mask. Bolting suddenly, she ran from the pavilion and out into the night.
"My God!" Sandra exclaimed, "That was Candy!"
"It sure as hell was!" Hal replied.
Their laughter began all over again, great gales of it rolling out of them as they sat hugging one another on the ground.
"You know something else?" Bill added. "I'd be willing to bet she didn't recognize either one of us until just now."
"Candy always was blind as a bat, from the time we were kids. Do you suppose we should go looking for her? It's dark out there."
"Do not concern yourselves," Marta said. "Her car is near at hand, and it is in good running order. Hando has replaced everything he removed in order to, shall we say, detain her."
"But why did you do all this?" Hal asked.
"Your treacherous friend needed to be taught a lesson, as did you, my child." She smiled down at Sandra, patting her gently on the head.
"I don't know about Candy, but I certainly learned mine." Sandra snuggled closer to Hal. "But what about Candy's threats? What if she does go to the police?"
"It is doubtful that she will. In fact, I should not be surprised if it is a long time before you see your so called friend again.
If she should talk to the police, well, Hando and I live as gypsies. We have a way of disappearing."