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Sinwithmedeeply -> Amanda's gift Part 2 (6/14/2011 6:51:26 AM)
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Chapter 9
"Look at the trunks slave." The three stacks of steamer trunks each standing three tall in the middle of Amandas quarters was a touch hard not to notice. " I want to you pack them very very carefully. If you are not sure, pack it anyway. It would be a shame to have to pack you into one. Just because there's room. Don't you think?"
Paul didn't answer. The gag had been locked in his mouth for three weeks just for an absentminded response to one such question. A week after what she's so fondly called "his piss test". Paul was before the toilet performing his.. "morning devotons." Amanda was most devious just after the glow of orgasm was fading. She looked down at her beloved toy. His bare head moving slowly over her open loins. Her smile spoke of abrupt change. Too bad he wasn't watching.
Grasping him by both ears she pulled his head back. Pauls face smeared from her recent cum. His soft eyes lost in lust. "You really like your tongue in my pussy don't you?"
"Yes Goddess I.."
It wasn't the hard backhand that hurt. The first pain came from the quickly discarded four inch heel rammed up Pauls rectum. After the slap threw him to the floor, rolling onto his belly. The second pain was that of Amandas left knee slamming into the small of Pauls back. His resulting arch combined with an open mouthed howl. Only helped his attacker. Ten seconds after he hit the tile floor. Paul had a locked ballgag in his mouth. "RULE NUMBER FIVE!" Amanda got up and left the bathroom. Without any concern for the trickle of blood coming from her victims nose.
Her favorite time of the morning had become Pauls devoutions. So while gagged, he would kneel, hands bound, before the "holy bowl". A straw, eminating from his gag. As he watched Amanda fill a gold encrusted champagne flute with her "first fruit" of the morning. She placed the straw into the flute. And with her loving encouragement. Paul would suck down every drop. Each session ended the same way. Amande would rise, pat his head. "Good boy. Get used to it." She would say.
... "Do it systematically. Start in the corner by the window..." Paul listened as if his very life depended on it.. Which of course, it did... "You have two days."
As he packed everything in sight. Paul had a deep foreboding. Amanda saw it when she would check on his progress. Clearly he was terrified. She was content to let him stew. Whenever she looked in on him she didn't say a word. She sometimes checked in the trunk he was currently filling. Unwrapping some of what had been packed. Going over them for possible damage.. When she left he had to repack everything of course. Somestimes she would just sit down & watch. Entertained as much by watching the muscles of his lean body flex as he worked, As by his deeply seated fear. There was something else she saw as well. Paul seemed to thrive under her care. All the while the gears in her mind turned. Silently planning his future.
Amanda came in late the night of the second day. With the exception of the crates and a few pieces of furniture, the room was completely empty. Each crate was opened for her inspection. Paul sat slumped against the last one fast asleep. She smiles lovingly down at him. "Only one thing left to pack."
Chapter 10
Bethany was present when the jet touched down on the islands private airfield. She loved Amanda like a sister. Some 10 years before, Amanda rescued her from a very abusive relationship. Bethany's ex was here to. Although not quite the man he used to be. Bethany proudly wore his scrotum as a pouch on her waist. On Isla de Marquez, every male not in chastity had been castrated. Bethany had hisvocal chords removed a few years back. She had thought about taking his eyes as well. Dismissing the idea because he'd be a bull in a china shop. No sense making a needless mess after all. Amanda had literally changed her life. Bethany was forever grateful. As soon as Amanda got off the plane, she received a loving hug from her old friend.
"I've missed you so much darling." Amanda said to her. You've always managed this so well. I don't know what I'd do without you. So how's Bill?"
"Oh he's out on the west side of the island. collecting prickly pear buds for jelly. who knows maybe a snake will bite him. And I'll have to find another tongue."
Amanda turned to her. Looking just like an excited teenager. " Speaking of tongue! Wait till you see what I brought!"
The two women looked in each others eyes. Both of them smiling. Behind them, four large & very naked chastized males were carefully removing ten steamer trunks from the cargo hold of the plane. They were stacked on a pallet. And forklifted to the estate.
The two women drove through the gates of Hacienda Marquez in the open land rover. On either side of the formidable wrought iron gates stood the statues of her father and her late husband. Both depicted naked and securely chained.
"As you lived, so will you be remembered." The lovely hieress whispered. Amanda couldn't recall how many times she had spoken those words coming through that gate. She would always speak them. They rolled into the spacious garden courtyard. Bethany stopped at the apex of the wide circular drive. They stepped out of the vehicle. Amanda was home.
Inside the wide spanish portico lining the house, hung two huge oak doors. Together they spelled a single word. "Bienvienedos" The doors were opened wide. As usual.
" Any problems?"
"Carlos is getting bolder. He knows better than to bother the island."
"The drug lord is only interested in getting his product north. And the Federales?"
"The Generalisimo called. He would like to meet with you."
"Good. Please extend an invitation. To both him & his two top lieutenants. Its so much fun to enslave government officials."
As they spoke, the friends held hands. Walking across the front wing of the house. Varnished louver doors opposite the entrance gave way to the central courtyard. They strolled into the garden. Taking seats at a table in its center. Amanda snapped her fingers.
A naked girl appeared. Kneeling before the two in silence. Her head bowed.
"Isabella. Look at me please."
The girl compled. Her sweet young eyes said only one thing... "I Love You."
"Yes my sweet I know. We will have fun later ok? Thats a good girl. Now please find the special trunk I brought.. The one with the lock that looks like a stiff penis. Have some slaves bring it. But first pet, have Ramon get us some drinks & one for you. Now hurry!" Isabella smiled. Then vanished. Never saying a word.
"Not a word." Amanda sighed
"It's been three years since Carlos men killed her family." Bethany reminded her.
Amanda looked her companion in the eyes. "Tonight.. Thats all over."
Chapter 11
"Paul? Paul! wake up!" The conditioning had been successful. When he opened his eyes looking up to an open aired warm jungle instead of a vaulted ceiling, he dutifully kept his mouth from uttering a word. "What the fuck?!" Was indeed his first thought. He didn't even realize that he was completely unfettered.
"Welcome to Casa Marquez." Pauls eyes looked up from the rough tile towards Amandas voice. She was beautiful and smiling. "Welcome home Paul." She actually put out her hand to lift him up. Paul took her offer. Puzzled by,... well by everything. Amanda saw all his questions. "Please sit." Pointing to a padded dining chair. Paul was both too shocked & too afraid to do anything but sit. The blond woman already seated across from him smiled. Then there was a young naked hispanic woman. Her eyes! So... "You are free to speak Paul"
"Goddess?" He said stunned.
"Something to eat!" She said loudly. "And Drink!" Amanda reached out and took his hand. "I am very sorry. I had to know something Paul. I did not lie when I spoke of your predesessors. I searched a long time for just the right man. You've proved he exists. Do you love me?"
Paul looked at the source of so much torment, and so much wonder. The old woman who transformed into this true Goddess. Who drove him to exist as a tongue. He realized something. That he had never felt so alive.
"Yes Goddess Amanda, I do." Just then another miracle. Hands placed a plate in front of him. He saw filet mingon with black beans and italian salad. Next to it was a bowl of bread and an ice cold beer. A cool sweat of moisture rolling gently down its sides.
"Good. Then eat, and I'll tell you where you are and why you're here.. Take your time. Eat, ask anything when you are ready."
Paul saw no reason save disobedience to deny her offer. So he dug in...and thought. He spoke soon enough. "Tell me about the old woman." It wasn't insolence, it was need.
His owner took no notice. She mearly smiled. "It's called a glamour. "Do you know what a Hechicero is?"
Paul finished a piece of meat followed with a swig of the best beer he ever had. His brain said "heche-who?" It also remembered her feeding him human testicles. "No Goddess please teach me." Passed his lips instead.
"My beloved Grandmother lived in Tinochtitlan when Fernando Cortez sacked the city in the summer of 1521." Her tone was matter of fact. Paul had clearly stopped eating. Not from lack of hunger.
" That's.. Five Hundred Years! It's not... Nooo.... You would be? .... No! Never ask a woman her age Goddess."
For the first time since they had met. They were all laughing. Amanda continued.
"Good boy. I was born in 1882. At the age of 26 I was fucking Pancho Villa. Like my Mother and at least my Aztec Grandmother before me. The Marquez Women have enslaved their men.. ALL their men. She was the High Sorceress-Priestess of Tlazolteotl. The Aztec Goddess of lust and cleansing; She was also an advisor to Moctezuma II.
After the Spanish took power, She seduced and enslaved Duke Fernando Marquez. My sainted Mother was their sole offspring. My Father was a slave. He met a tragic death on the night of my birth. So I am a Marquez. My inheritance by way of lineage is easily enough for me. As well as all this & more.
I met my late husband on holiday in Acapulco in 1931. From the night I enslaved him in the alley of an acapulco bar.. My noble shipping baron never had another orgasm. Within a month all of his assets were legally mine. He left this world in 1963 at the age of 72. I personally granted my beloveds last request."
Amanda had Pauls full attention. Literally! His eyes had seen it all in hers. He knew! Because he wanted to die that way! "He worshipped you with his last breath. "
Amanda was all powerful. Relaxing with her drink. She casually reached over and clasped Pauls rigid shaft. He shuddered, voicing a plaintiff sigh "Do Not Release!" She squeezed! Pulling him toward her. When she had her tongue to his ear. Her fingers had snaked around his testes. As the vise closed, she whispered softly.. "I came the very moment his soul left his body. We take the souls of all our males at death. It's the source of our longevity. And it's all about the eyes! "
Amanda let go and leaned back. Pauls gaze soon became fixed in her green pools. The Goddess spoke. "Slaves do not speak! Now look at her!"
As if on auto pilot. Pauls head turned. The machine stopped at the naked and now standing Isabella. No one touched him. His hands were in plain view on the arms of his chair. Pauls orgasm came of itself. It surged from him like a geiser. The first two spurts flew higher than his head. His body convulsed. Through it all the aproaching Isabellas eyes never left his. When it ended, it also began.
Isabellas hand took Paul by his open throat. Before she kissed him, Isabella said her first words in three years. "I like you too."
Chapter 12
When the kiss was broken. Isabella slapped Pauls face hard. "Mother distinctly told you not to release! " Her finger pointed directly at the largest puddle. "CLEAN!" Paul dropped. Instantly lapping up his effluent. Isabellas foot on the back of his neck. "Yes slave. I too am a Marquez!"
Over the course of ten minutes. Paul followed the pointed fingers of the 3 women. Removing his semen by way of only his tongue everywhere it had landed. just as he finished removing the last spec from the side of Bethany's shoe. his body was forced by a bare foot pressed in his back to the floor. He wasn't sure who it was that cuffed his hands behind him. The shoe he just cleaned lifted his head to its owners face.
"Hi I'm Bethany. We haven't been formally introduced. That's because you don't deserve to be. I run the island for Amanda when she's gone." Opening her hand palm down.. A bag dropped on a string. "Do you know what this is?"
Paul saw the small supple leather pouch dangling by its draw string from Bethanys finger. He shook his head from side to side. Bethany opened the bag. Removing a large pill. "It used to hold my husband's testicles. I now use it to hold these. Don't move!"
Bethany stood. Moving to his rear. She shoved the pill deep into his rectum with her finger. "When the suppository disolves you will become extremely erect. This will be from the sensation on your prostate. You will remain that way for 6 hours. Unless I give you another." Paul found himself suddenly blindfolded from behind. Someone rolled him to his back with a foot. Someone else placed him back in chastity. Hands returned him to his knees.
"We are going to play a game pet." Amanda said. "I have bragged on you a bit. Your talents have been requested. You will worship each one of us. When you realize the name of the woman you're licking, you will speak her name. A wrong guess gets you fucked buy a breeding stud hand picked for the occasion. I own many. A correct answer will simply spare you that fate. You only have seven guesses pet. Failure gets your balls fed to you. Begin."
A pair of hands guided his head between a pair of naked thighs. Pauls tongue met hairless glory. His penis began to swell quickly. The smaller cage gripped his cock with evil. As the tiny spikes lining the cages inner wall bit from all sides. The agony only drew his tongue deeper into her loins. After 5 minutes he spoke the name Isabella. Pauls body was lifted by the forearms. Then slammed to his chest over the table.
"Reginald! Come fuck this!" The sound of shuffling chains came toward Paul from behind. He could not hope to flee. The two women holding him down make sure of that. "Yoke Him!" A slender pair of fingers pulled his scrotum back and away. Above the fingers his skin was soon gripped by a short but heavy wooden yoke that spanned the back of each thigh. Amandas tongue played in his ear. "Time for a bit of math. There are five Goddesses before you. Three you know. You have 6 chances left. Feel free to browse. Take your time. Earn your balls. Also.. For the next phase? Screaming is encouraged.... Make him your bitch Reginald."
Reginald was like every complete male on the island. Obedience was the only way to hope to keep both ones balls as well as ones life. While waiting for Amandas order, he had been stroking himself with a handful of lard from the kitchen stores. "This is REALLY going to hurt!" Amanda said with her own sadistic glee.
Paul tried to steel himself. It didn't matter. The head of Reginalds 8" pole met Pauls anus, and pressed. Pauls attempt to clench proved fruitless. The press became a push. Paul spread open slowly. The head was only half way in by the time he was crying openly. Rough male hands grasped his hips. The massive log slammed inside with one hard thrust. Pauls incandescent screams were heard by every ear on the island.
Pauls only saving grace was that long chaste males tend to cum quickly. Pauls first anal rape only lasted three minutes. Reginald pulled out. Pauls body was back on its knees. All but collapsing from shear agony. A small stream of blood rolling from his anus onto the ball clenching humbler. His face was filled with tears. Accompanied with sobs of agony from the fresh blaze in his backside. He was forced between open legs. His face planted, The scent alone began to comfort him. Just as Paul settled in to worship. Something else was pressed inside of him. Bethany grinned at the look of Pauls newly plugged ass.
He had no doubts now. This was Amanda. He could never forget her flavor. He happily lingered at her womb. Seeking a few extra moments respite. Fortunately, the grip of her hands showed no eagerness for him to finish. Only when her cum had washed away his tears, did Paul announce, "GoddessAmanda!"
His body was taken to another. He found the sadist indeed a glorious flower "Goddess Bethany." He once again found himself on the table. The next man was even larger! Soon Paul was wishing for a relaxing vacation in the 7th level of hell.
Fortunately his next two guesses were correct.
Isabella was sweet. Literally. Her warm soft musk had him straining recklessly in his chastity. All his senses felt like they had merged with her desire. Paul needed no direction. He knew. She gave him undulating waves of orgasm. Paul drank freely.
Bethany had a wonderful orgasm from his talented mouth. When a woman takes you by the ears, make her happy quickly. With his ordeal finished, Paul collapsed to the tile sobbing. While the women discussed the fine art of turning men into toilet paper. He soon fell fast asleep at their feet.
Chapter 13
After two weeks of laboring naked in the mexican winter sun. Pauls normally slender frame had begun to take on definition. He was tan and svelte. His workdays had him paired with a slave named Octavio. Each day at dawn they worked side by side silently. Moving rocks and clearing cactus for pathways. Always keeping an eye out for rattlers. Paul had killed 30 since his arrival.
The sun had risen to the center of the sky. When Bethany pulled up in her land rover. "Both of you are wanted at the house. Drop your shovels & run!" Bethany drove behind them. Dogging their heels. Forcing a fast jog. Bethany smiled at the asses jogging before her jeep. Nothing like naked men running just cause you said so. The woman enjoyed her role thoroughly.
Soon the two stood in front of the hacienda. Bent over & panting, trying to catch their breath. Bethany stepped out of the jeep. "Octavio, you're with me. Paul, go clean up then present yourself to Amanda in the great room. Octavio was still bent over while Bethany strapped a leash to his balls from the back after binding his hands behind him. She hauled it up his back & wrapped it around his throat. "Time for your milking. Get moving." Bethany always took her milkings very seriously. She had become adept at suffering.
Pauls entrance was cool, quiet & quick. With no hair, the shower & enema went quickly. Amandas orders since his rape. Three times a week & always before an audience. She told him it was to help him heal. Paul was a slave but he wasn't stupid. She was slowly desensitizing his ass. Paul wanted to keep his balls.
Paul walked in the door. Turned to face the far wall, then knealt on the floor. Having his knees spread, and his head lowered. The only soul in a large empty room. Amanda walked into the center room from side door. " I have a very important job for you today. Follow my lead, & do as I say. You are going to help me enslave a general in the Mexican intelligence agency. Come here. " Paul crawled to her obediently. Rule number 4.
Amanda was dressed in a bright green jeweled corset. A black leather belt. With silver conchos, bearing ancient Aztec symbols. Held her black leather chaps. Showing flesh front and back the crotch. The chaps legs covered the tops of her handmade black riding boots. Her silver spurs were made for men rather than horses. Five three inch sharp spikes instead of the usual designs. Amanda's throne at the end of the room. Stood in the center of an 8 inch high, 15 foot square platform. She retrieved some items from the seat of the throne. These are not torture. Nor for your benefit. They are for effect on your audience. They will not see your face. You will not see theirs. Actually your task should be rather pleasant."
Amanda spread a tight latex hood over the head of her slave. Leaving only the mouth and nasal cavities uncovered. his hands were cuffed behind him. The leash on the back of his balls pulled up and back. Paul was directed to the foot of the throne. Amanda positioned herself comfortably on the it. She put his head between her legs. Pulling consistently on the leash. " Wine and cigarettes please." Moments later a man appeared. He gave her the cigarettes. Lighting the one she chose. He poured the wine, left the bottle and vanished. Amanda sipped her wine. Taking a moment to enjoy the tongue of her slave. " "Okay, let's get this over with. Please admit the general and his friends." She pulled his head back for a moment. "Diplomacy is a delicate subject. You're nothing more than my obedient slut. Do well and you will be rewarded after." Pauls head decended back into heaven.
Chapter 14.
His Excellency, Generalisimo Roberto Franko Diego Rivera stood with his two companions in the center of the great room. All three men were naked. In varying degrees of arousal. Amanda sat regal upon her throne. Enjoying her slaves worship. Her naked audience showing quite clearly their impression of the view. Her face looked as if she were appraising cattle. In fact she was. The men watched stunned as Amanda Yanked paul's head back. She tapped her ash into his mouth and stepped off the dias. " Why general how good to see you again. Tell me. Are you here for business or pleasure?"
"Unlike his men, the general spoke perfect english. " Pleasure if it pleases you Seniora"
"Then why are we standing?"
"Arrodillarse Muchachos!" The general barked.
All three were on their knees in moments. They had all done this before. Trained carefully in hotel rooms by women in her employ. The general, she had trained herself. They were here to get the rocks off. Off or on. She would own their rocks by sunset. "Please escort our guests to the playroom." Six naked women appeared. The ruff, tuff soldiers were unknowingly led into slavery like willing sheep. "A dick will walk any man into hell." Amanda laughed at the utter simplicity of men. Taking Pauls leash the two left for her next appointment.
Tea with the wives was always difficult at first. Paul knealt in full view at her feet. She explained in spanish various crimes of their husbands. The photographs were of great help. Most were of them in compromising positions of course. Others were of them taking bribes. For two hours she guided them through the gamut of emotions with grace, skill and deep empathy. By the end of their talk. All of the women had agreed. everything was in place.
On the walk to the playroom. Amanda explained what they would see. Doing her best to mitigate the initial shock. All they had to do was embrace the power she was giving them. Paul was there to be an example of what was possible. He played his roll to the hilt. He had to. When they reached the playroom. nothing really could have prepared the women for what they saw.
Each of their husbands hung suspended. Up right and spread eagle. Each was gagged, blindfolded and locked in chastity. On sight of her husband. The generals wife walked up and slapped him hard in the face. She's beat on his skin and loudly hurled angry curses at him. The younger wives imboldened by this followed suit. Meanwhile Amanda prepared Paul. He was gagged and suspended in like manner with the others. Calling the women to her, She started to teach them the proper way of punishing a man with a whip. Their first workshop was quite successful. After an hour the men were broken. Almost unconscious. When they were tired, The women to the pool area to relax. Leaving the four males to the suffering of their stripes. Amanda provided each with their personal slave. Who tended to thier every wish.
Paul and the general were unconscious when the women returned. Paul, from never having been whipped before. The general from that as well is age. The other two were barely awake. The men were taken down by attendants & taken off to dress their wounds. Each of the wives was provided an apartment in the hacienda during the length of their stay. When their husbands were brought to them. They were lead blindfolded and in chains. By a woman assigned both to protect and teach. The wives were free to do as they pleased. Never again to be their husbands property. By the time they left the island. The Generalisimo and his men returned to their official duties. The keys to their loins, accessible only by the wives. There had been no problem arranging their extended vacation. Amanda had the the commander of the mexican intelligence in her pocket for least a decade. Paul was a mere plaything. His perfect obedience deserved a reward. Amanda went to find him.
Chapter 15.
When he wasn't needed he worked in the kitchen until his wounds from the beating were healed. She quietly observed him washing pots from the open door way. "Paul.. It's time for your reward. Come walk with me."
He followed her to the back of the hacienda. Beyond which lay the stables. Paul had become familiar with them. He was becoming a passable groomer from his duties around the island. Isabella had just returned from a ride. The current stable slave just taking her horse for a cool down. "You may say hello to my daughter." Paul drops to his knees. His lips find the toes off Isabella's dusty riding boot. He dutifully began to clean it with his tongue.
" Enjoy your ride dear?"
"Yes mother and I've been thinking about what you said. I have decided to go through with it."
Amanda looked down at the slave she had trained so well. As he savored his dusty reward. Literally worshipping it from Isabellas boot. Her response was almost idle, as if lost in thought. " When would you like to do the ceremony.?"
" Tonight is fine with me. We have a full moon. "
"Have you picked your alternate? or will you forego it.?"
"Number 35."
Amanda pondered what she said. "The perfect choice. I'll tell Bethany. Everything will be ready. The temple at nine. Can you be ready by then dear?"
"I can't wait Mother!" Isabella said with excitement. " I don't know how to thank you." The two embraced. Paul I just finished her second boot in time. He fell back on his haunches quietly.
They walked back to the house together. Paul joined them still kneeling. Just outside the back door Isabella inspected her boots. " Remove them." Her voice was quiet. Paul complied. Carefully removing the boot from each foot. " I ride three times a week. The day after tomorrow at dawn. I expect them to be looking brand new. You may go." Amanda said nothing. She only smiled proudly.
It was nearly 8 pm. Paul was taking a rare free moment to polish the first of Isabellas boots. The bright full moon was beginning to fill the courtyard the hacienda. All was quiet.
The hood went over his head quickly. " I have waited decades for this night!" Paul heard the familiar voice. The electric prod to his side. Only confirmed what he already knew. She was back! Tonight he would sacrifice his balls.
She drove him forward with the prod until his body slammed into the back of the land rover. The shocks continued until he was laying featally in the back. His primary assailant climbed in the passenger side.Shocking him once for good measure. Before Bethany drove off into the night.
All of the islands occupants were gathered at the temple. In recent days other guests arrived from the mainland. The temple was a small pyramid standing 50 feet high. Paul had seen it passing by on his duties. This was his first time inside. The temple was surrounded on all sides by hill. Hiding its presence from sight by land or sea. Only the very top alter could be seen from the nearest pathways.
Pauls arms were strung over a long thick tree branch. His chastity device was removed. A coarse piece of hemp rope bound his testicles. The inevitable pull drew him forward. Stumbling up the steep steps had scraped his legs and knees. Yet he fell to them on the hard stone. After the hood had been torn away. Paul found himself staring at an exact representation of the sacrificial altar at the top of the aztec temples that he had seen in history books.
Isabella stood behind the alter. Dressed in nothing but the headress of her ancient aztec Goddess. In her right hand she held a ceremonial black onyx knife. "Bring out the alternate!"
Pauls eyes scanned not to the old woman, but on Amanda herself. She was dressed as her daughter. The only exception was the blood red floor length ceromonial robe. Embossed with images of the moon overhead.
Pauls fear was palpable. He trembled at the thought of his fate. Another male was forced to his knees next to Paul. Isabella moved before the two slaves. As if making a choice. Paul kept his eyes to her feet. She made her choice by pointing the knife at one of the slaves. Number 35 was dragged struggling over the altar, & pinned to it in the classic maner. Two people held each limb very tightly against the platform. Isabella raised her knife. Its dark blade shimmering in the strong moonlight. The people below grew silent.
"This night my Mother has given me a valuable gift. She most generously gave me a choice between two. I choose Paul. On such an occasion sacrifice must be observed. As alternate, Brent has been selected." The man on the altar began to scream. All attempts to gain his freedom of course were fruitless. Isabella reach down, taking hold of his scrotum tightly. She hauled him up by them. Stretching his sack to its most extreme. Isabella pressed the razor sharp edge of her blade against the scrotum at the base of the penis. She looked into Brents eyes. "Why? Because we have no need of them." She said right to him. With a smile. Isabella removed his manhood in a single stroke. She held her prize high. "Great Goddess of cleansing, Your work continues. Another man is gone!"
She turned next to Paul. Her eyes instantly capured his own. Isabella exuded lust. Paul could smell her. Or was it the now unconscious Brent? Whose body was being carried off. "I give you a choice. One that is not givien to many. You can present yourself on the alter willingly?... Or bring disgrace on my family and be taken there by force?"
Paul was about to vomit. The sight he had just witnessed turned his stomach. Yet he had known since the moment he first saw them. That he could never say no to Isabellas eyes. So like her mother's, and...so much more.
Paul crawled across the apex of the pyramid. Paceing himself on his back over the top of the altar.
Off to the side, Amanda released a long held breath. In all her long years, she had only seen one other man do that. Her late husband had done exactly the same thing for her on this very altar. She had made the right choice.
Epilog.
Paul stands almost naked on the edge of west side of the island watching the sun slowly sink into the sea. This island he has called home for the past 15 years. He wears only 3 articles of clothing. A pair sandals he made himself. The scrotum pouch of the now late Bethany hung from his neck. Then there was the solid gold chastity belt that shone bright in the fading sun. Enbossed into the golden prison was the image of the Goddess Tlazolteotl riding the snake & broom. The reflective heat of the late afternoon sun radiated through his loins. Out into his tan fit body. Down the middle of his back, was a long tight french braid of gray hair coming from the middle of his head. it was the only hair on his body. Isabella came next to her husband. They held each other. Quietly watching the sun go down.
"I'm pregnant Paul."
"Girl or boy Goddess?"
"A girl of course." Her palm stroking his strong shoulder.
"You can take them at any time." He looked at her lovingly.
Her gaze was an order. Fifteen years of training had left a mark. Paul knealt in the dirt. Eager to her service. "I will take them the day after Paulina Amanda Marquez is born." Isabella said that almost as if in a dream. Her hand pressing him to her... A long sigh... "Let's go home my love. You have work to do."
~~~ Fini ~~~
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