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Larra’s
Mayan Adventure
In the inner recesses of the palace
Gonzales and the emotionally exhausted Amy sat down to a light
meal. The food was excellent,
consisting of venison and game birds, along with the mandatory corn
dishes. Chocolate beaten to its
usual frothy consistency was served in large amounts, and both Amy and Gonzales
drank beaker after beaker. Gonzales drank because he was quite addicted to
the stuff and Amy drank to delay her wedding night and alleviate her
fears. She felt quite naked and
defenseless in the skimpy costume Gonzales had created for the wedding
ceremony.
While they ate and drank,
Amy attempted to reason with Gonzales.
“I know that you have me in your
power,” she said, “but is it your right to abuse that power by
taking a helpless woman?”
“I do not understand your attitude.”
replied Gonzales, becoming as close to surly as she had ever seen
him. “A thousand women would
gladly trade places with you. There
is no honor greater than to be the consort of a
god.”
“But, you are not a god,” said
Amy. “The fact that a number
of superstitious people think that you are does not make it
so.”
Gonzales was
adamant. “You are my wife,
and I will take you to my bed. It
is my right as a husband.”
“What about my right as a woman to choose
the man I wish to
marry?”
Gonzales smiled
cruelly. It was the first time
that Amy had perceived this side of his
nature. He seemed intoxicated
by his own power. “In this
society,” he replied, “you have only the rights I give
you.”
Amy continued to argue for her independence,
but Gonzales was adamant. He
had married her, and willing or not he would have
her. Amy continued to consume
chocolate, the drink was quite
stimulating. She seemed to need
it to face up to her situation. As
the early evening arrived she began to feel a little
different. She became more
relaxed. Her arguments began
to weaken. Somehow Gonzales seemed
to be winning her over. His point
of view began to make more sense, and hers
less. He was godlike, if in actuality
not a god. And he was
right. In this setting he really
was a god. If the Mayans thought
he was one, then in truth he might actually be one.
Eventually, Gonzales waved away the all of
the serving girls except two. These
began to remove his elaborate costume, preparing him for the marriage
bed. As his paraphernalia was
removed and set aside one of the women cleansed his body of its paint and
grease. Amy watched with growing
uneasiness. Finally, Gonzales
was stripped down to his breechcloth and he waved the women from the
room. Slowly he moved closer
to Amy and gathered her in his arms.
He picked her up and moved her over to a corner of the room where
was situated a large raised bed.
Amy did not
struggle. She knew that she should
resist, but she felt strangely calm about what was happening, almost as if
it did not matter. Only the increased
rise and fall of her bosom showed that she was in any way concerned about
what was going to happen.
Gonzales lay her gently on the
bed. Sitting beside her, he began
to caress her thick red hair, running his fingers through the carmine
tresses. He then stroked her
face and began touching her soft lips with his
fingertips. Amy felt a strange
stirring in her loins. She seemed
to be responding to his touch, despite her
misgivings. As he fondled her,
Gonzales spoke to her in a quiet almost hypnotic
voice. “That’s it my
lovely, relax. You have drunk
enough of my elixir to calm your fears.
You should understand that the chocolate contained a mild
narcotic. It is usual in this
culture to provide young women about to undergo an intense experience with
such a drink. Girls here are
often married off as young as the age of eleven or
twelve. Their husbands find that
they respond much better to their marriage night if they are properly
relaxed.”
“So that was it,” thought Amy
drowsily. Some sort of drug had
been placed in her drink, robbing her of the will to
resist. Somehow that did not
seem at all important. She was
prepared to allow Gonzales to do whatever he
wanted. Only a vague doubt lingered
far in the back of her mind.
Gonzales touched his lips to her forehead
and slowly kissed his way down to her
eyelids. Amy responded by moving
hers hands to his strong broad back.
He seemed to be in excellent condition for a man twice her
age.
Gonzales kissed the tip of her nose, and then
moved his mouth onto hers. Amy
responded to his kiss, parting her lips to allow his tongue to probe the
inside of her mouth. Her strong
questing tongue answered, intertwining with his as their passion
mounted.
Amy heard the clink of metal, as Gonzales
began to unfasten the straps holding her skimpy metal brassiere in
place. With a jingle it fell
to the floor, and Amy felt a welcome relief at the removal of so much metal
from her lithe body. Gonzales cupped his hand over Amy’s left breast,
delighting in its soft firm contours.
This young redhead really was a goddess, with a strong athletic body
that was rounded and soft in all of the right
places. She was incredibly
beautiful, her body seductive and inviting in the flickering light of the
torches.
Gonzales began to kiss his way down her
beautifully sculpted body, while at the same time using both hands to massage
and fondle her small, firm breasts.
Amy arched her back, responding erotically to his
touch. As her seduction continued
she began to pant with excitement, pushing her body against
his.
Confused thoughts raged through Amy’s
mind. This was the first time
anyone had ever made love to her and she was incredibly aroused by the
experience, but there was something about the episode that was not
right. For some reason a part
of her wanted to resist. Even
as she cooperated more and more with Gonzales, a part of her held back, not
allowing her to give full vent to her passion. Gonzales sensed her
reticence. “Relax pretty
one. Let yourself go.” he
whispered. “Soon we will
be joined body and soul.”
Amy let a low moan escape her lips as Gonzales
slid his hand from her breast to her belly and slipped it under her
breechcloth. As his hand moved
over her abdomen, she pushed her pelvis against him, inviting him to go
lower.
“Ooohhh!” she gasped, as Gonzales’ hand cupped her pubic
mound. Involuntarily, her hand
sought out his engorged phallus.
“Ooohhh!”
she cried again, amazed at its size and
hardness. She had never dreamed
that a male sex organ could become so large and firm.
Excited by her touch, Gonzales pulled the
breechcloth from her waist, exposing Amy’s loins, and then he moved
his mouth to her vagina, his tongue flicking past her
labia.
The touch of his tongue on her clitoris sent
shock waves through Amy’s undulating
body. Her thighs parted
on their own and she made ready to receive
him. Gonzales inhaled her sweet
female scent. This once reluctant
beauty was now ready for him and he allowed her to guide his swollen penis
into her virginal vagina.
Suddenly, Amy’s heaving body
tensed.
“NO!”
she cried. Using every once of
her strength she forced Gonzales off her body, striking at him with her fists,
when he tried to continue his assault on her
maidenhood.
With a thump, Gonzales found himself dumped
on his backside. For a second,
he lay there uncomprehending and then he rose, filled with a violent
rage. “You reject the love
of a god!” he screamed.
“We shall see about that.”
He stormed from the room, leaving Amy trembling
on the bed. She shook her
head. At the last instant before
intercourse she had snapped out of her soporific
state. She had been shocked and
terrified to find Gonzales about to possess her and had reacted without
thinking. Groggily she got to
her feet. She realized that Gonzales
was very angry and was fearful of what he might
do. She was still trapped in
his palace, and completely at his mercy.
What sort of action would he take?
Her answer was not long in
coming. A few seconds later the
god-king strode through the door, accompanied by four of his palace
guards. He barked out a command
and before Amy could react she found herself being held down by the four
men. Still confused from the
effects of the drug, Amy struggled, but was unable to
escape.
Gonzales approached the struggling
woman. “It appears, my little
wildcat that you need to be tamed.
With the exception of her chain brassiere, Amy still wore the bracelets
and armlets joined by lengths of chain that she had worn at the wedding
ceremony. While the men held
her, he first unfastened each length of chain that was attached to her bracelets
and armlets and then refastened each one.
“W…What are you g…going to
do?” quavered Amy.
Gonzales made no reply, but Amy felt her elbows
being pulled toward one another, as he connected the armlet on her right
bicep to the one on her left with a shortened length of
chain. “No!”
she cried as she realized what he was
doing. “Please
stop!” Her orange-sized
breasts were now jutting out in front of her, making a spectacular display
of feminine flesh. As she struggled
they swayed most enticingly.
Gonzales next pulled her wrists together,
clipping a length of chain onto her left bracelet, and then wrapping the
remainder of the length about her wrists before fastening it to the bracelet
on her right wrist. Her arms
now tightly secured, Gonzales took the length of chain attacked to her left
ankle bracelet and pulled her ankle toward her wrists, before fastening it
again. He repeated the process
with the right ankle, leaving Amy
hog-tied. “That should help
tame you,” whispered Gonzales
exultantly. He barked out an
order and the four warriors departed.
“You deserve to have your heart cut out
for defying me,” said Gonzales, “ and that might yet happen, but
first you shall lose your virginity to a god.”
“No,” begged Amy, “you cannot
do this. You are not a god, you
are but a man posing as a god!”
“Then,” smiled Gonzales, “I
will take you like a man.”
Removing his breechcloth, once more he revealed his fully erect penis
and moved toward the helpless young woman.
Amy squirmed, pulling against the chains that
held her, but she could not break loose. Gonzales lifted her from her prone
position, so that she was facing him on her
knees. Her succulent breasts
thrust forward. Kneeling before
her on the bed, he took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, forcing
the blood into her areola and causing the sensitive tissue to stand
erect. He repeated the action
with her right nipple, while at the same time, squeezing her left nipple
hard between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ouch! Stop! That hurts!” Amy
protested. In reply, Gonzales
seized her entire breast and closed his hand as hard as he
could.
“Aaahh!”
Amy wailed as the soft flesh bulged between his strong
fingers.
Gonzales shifted his attention to her right
breast, clamping his teeth on her engorged nipple and biting down.
“Aaggghh”
Amy screamed. Stop,
you have no right to do this to me.
I never harmed you."
“There is a price to pay for insulting
the gods,” Gonzales replied.
And he bit hard on the area just above her areola, breaking the skin
and drawing blood.
“Eeeaaaahhh!” Amy shrieked in
pain.
“No! Stop! I beg you!”
“As you wish,” Gonzales said,
withdrawing his mouth from Amy’s bleeding
breast. He took her buttocks
in his hands and began to push his erection into Amy’s
vagina. He made no attempt at
foreplay, and any moisture that had been generated while Amy was under the
influence of the drugged chocolate had long since
disappeared. As a result, penetration
was slow, difficult and painful.
“Oh
no!
Ohh!
Ohhh!” Amy bawled
as Gonzales slowly worked his way into
her. He was not particularly
large, but any man is large to a tight
virgin. She heaved her splendid
body, attempting to dislodge him from her vaginal canal, but with every movement
of her body, he drove a bit deeper.
Amy began to weep and moan
continually. Finally, with a
jerk, he broke though her hymen and the deflowered woman burst into
uncontrollable sobs. Her torment
simply served to further excite Gonzales, and he pushed into her to the full
extent of his penis. Then, pumping steadily, he thrust in and out of her,
bringing himself to orgasm and causing Amy racking
pain.
Gonzales released the whimpering woman and
collapsed onto the bed. Closing
his eyes, he appeared to drift off to
sleep. Exhausted and demoralized
by her ordeal, Amy followed suit.
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