Chapter 19
From a distant land-a volcanic isle, a patch of land and jungle almost hidden and lost among mighty seas-evolved the strange people and their cult of Agakadi. Lush with pandanus leaves and palms, it dwelt within the ocean winds and the odors of tropical flowers and fruits. An immense mellow platter of sun always filled its blue skies and the fierce heat followed the winds relentlessly. The males wore breechclouts and the women wore breastbinders while children played nakedly until overcome with fatigue.
Like the pleasure houses of Polynesia to the north they possessed strange ways of love and of them all the most severe form-Agakadi-the denial of love as a punishment to the sinners and adulterers, was the most wicked. It was a highly ceremonious and important event and the punishment was always directed against the female of the species.
And now this same rite was to be transposed to Marilyn as she lay helpless on the shabby bed. The girls were upstairs eagerly scanning the scene through the glass in the ceiling. None of them had ever heard of this orgy procedure in reverse and Tina herself had merely read about it once.
When Marilyn's eyes became accustomed to the giant nude figures beside her she lay on her back afraid to move. She noticed the erect and hardened prick of each and her fright gave way to an erotic pulse beat. She moved her legs closer. She had no idea what beyond the expected could happen. Then she stared up and saw the smug, smiling faces of Tina and her friends through the ceiling glass. Then she felt four heavy hands begin to stroke her breasts and other intimate parts. She closed her eyes. She lay on her back-then she drew up her legs ... waiting ... straining. She was being aroused and suddenly she didn't care. One giant pressed his body to hers in a quick movement-then he was beside her-stroking, messaging, titillating her.
The other held her arms tightly while the first began spreading her with his hand. She felt a dryness in her throat and a terrible throb in her loins. She reached out her hands to hold on to them-to return their favors. But each uttered a stifling grunt and kept out of her reach. The scene was taunting and she was swaying in madness. Strong, violent pangs clanged through her throat-her head-her body. Her breasts wanted to be freed from this ecstatic madness-but the nudes sloped their black shoulders apart as they refused to blend with her in her distinct need.
The men played with the size and arch and firmness of her breasts and thighs and she sparkled madly with a devouring lust she had never known. She tore her hair. "Take me-take me...." she yelled arching her body. The giants laughed and renewed their frenzied mauling. In a moment Marilyn knew she would go stark mad if she was not relieved from her inner torture. She tried to force her own orgasm but her hands were pulled back. They were dispatching her craving desires into another existence-away from herself.
She wanted surrender to complete the prostration-to attain her divine ecstasy-to surrender absolutely-willing to die a thousand agonizing deaths-to annihilate every vestige of self-respect if she could be enshrined even for one moment in the blinding pleasure buried deep within her. She began licking her armpits-then chewing her hair as the men slid their arms over her body in a never-ending convulsion of arousal.
She was now indescribably excited. She would have gladly performed any obscene thing they would demand of her. If only they would tell her what they wanted her to do to them. But the quiet of the room was broken solely by the unemotional grunts of both men and Marilyn's little squeals of urgency.
She had been heavily bombarded with kisses. Her lips were chewed. She had a faint taste of earth in her mouth. Her hands wanted to caress them-but they pulled her hands roughly out of range. She wondered what kind of men could sustain themselves in this fashion beyond needed relief? Her torture remained within her, filling her belly and loins with indescribable pain. She wondered who had originated this elaborate, devilish type of orgy. Her emotions were like hot steam begging to go off.
She was wearying. It had been going on for hours. Her mind was drifting. She began to kick and struck out feebly. She knew it was useless to beg. They had been well trained in this chilling masterpiece of punishment. She wanted to bring a quick end to this agonizingly ecstatic torture forced upon her. In the following moments her stirring became unbearable. She shrieked for mercy. But begging got her absolutely nothing.
Now she valued her release more than honor-more than respect. But they looked into the bottomless depths of her eyes and laughed silently. She could feel her body twitch and jerk as a molten heat kept building up unendurably within her. She was ready for their strike-but it never came. This was part of the violent game. Their stroking held a meaning beyond the realm of her pleasure. She grew to understand. She was to be primed to a cruel white heat and constantly denied her the right to set off the fuse and blow her own explosion. She was to be enveloped in living sexual flame but not released to total orgasm. Sometimes poison takes a long time to work, she thought. She had to come or go mad.
She began to laugh wildly.
"God-please, fellows, please," she shrieked, "get it over with...." She gasped and closed her eyes. "I can't stand any more-I can't ... I'll take both your cocks at once."
If only she could stagger from the bed and run naked through the countryside. She could see the two of them, black-skinned and bare, kneeling drunkenly against her thighs, firming her flesh. She subdued an impulse to shut her eyes tightly, to close out the scene. It was futile. The grinning faces above her were strong and lecherous. She felt their legs cradle her loins in a continuing embrace-their touch rocking her into a frenzy. Yet a curious order prevailed, as if the three were going through a ceremony ordained for lovelessness. She tried to lift herself, to be closer to them, but their hands moved under her hips and shoved her aside. And still they were only touching, while the amperage in her mounted steadily. The pressure became intolerable. She uttered a series of helpless, whining cries as she dug her fingers into her hair.
She tried to measure time. There was no clock. She imagined starkly that it might end well and she would shout in triumph at the end. Each of the giants became very meaningful to her. They were now her world-her salvation in orbit. She coasted up steep mountains at the speed of sound-up ridges and hills-hurrying toward it with invincible joy. But the thunderheads of great forces were crashing her down, holding her within herself.
If only things would snowball and end up right for her. She was pretty and shaped for love. Didn't they see it spread out for them? Her hips had a powerful flare. Were they blind? She would go to each like heated quicksilver if she could. Her loins leaped and her motions were contant, thrashing movements beyond control. Why weren't their passions on the same wave length as hers?
The final explosion-the final plunger-when would it go off for her? Now her gaze clung compulsively and almost unseeingly on the two giant nudes. She began to see them through oddly clearer eyes. They grinned like small wooden monkeys-like toys you pull on a string. Her loins were enveloped in a high voltage current. A wave of violent animal lust swamped her. She waited for quick flames to melt and consume her. It never came. It started to get dark in the room. Silly ideas began to invade her mind. Could she see it through or would she go raving mad? Her thoughts began to crescendo in thundering chords.
Then she did not move or speak. Soon she began to relax a little and fell soundly asleep.
Later, when the action was resumed after she had been rudely jolted from her sleep, Tina stood in the room smiling-taking photos. Now she was the special prey of the blackmailer.