Flesh: Prologue

As they began their drive back towards the village, Otoniel told her, "Your clothes, from the camp, are in the back."

Summer considered this for a minute, but stayed facing forward, wearing just the two pieces of jewelry that she had on. "No, if I put something on, it's just going to be harder to undress again."

She'd been naked for almost forty-eight hours at that point. Putting clothes on for the ten-minute drive back seemed unnecessary, and parting with the clothes again was more than Summer thought she could handle at that point.

"If I'm going to do this, I need you to do two things for me," Summer said, looking at her translator.

Otoniel grunted. He'd do what she wanted. He wasn't going to be happy about it, but he'd do what she wanted.

"The T'ojsiy is usually performed on animals, right?"

A silent nod.

"Just make sure that the...the...the dildo is boiled, okay?" Summer shivered at the thought of what else it might have been used on. She then shivered at the thought of the dildo itself. "For that matter, make sure that I don't see it until it's time."

"Yes."

"And we still have a half bottle of chicha left, correct?"

"Yes."

"I don't know if that's going to be enough," the blonde stated. She certainly wasn't going to go through with this sober. "See if you can scare some more up. Trade a flashlight, or more of my clothes, I don't care."

"Yes."

As they got closer to the village, Summer began to feel a familiar emotion. Not fear. Or shame. But anticipation. She had wanted to cum last night, and now she was going to get her chance...in front of an audience.

The villagers were none too happy about seeing Otoniel again, but the downtrodden expressions that Summer had noted as they had peeled out of town vanished upon seeing the naked blonde. The preparation for Phancha had halted, and people were still milling around by Pachacamac's hut. Summer noted that it looked like some of the girls, Yana and Puka among them, had been crying since she'd left.

Summer and Otoniel, together, sat down with Pachacamac, Apotequil, and Chasca inside of the chief's home. The rest of the village waited anxiously outside while Summer and Pachacamac hammered out details. Summer would take part in the T'ojsiy, as the chief wanted. She'd do whatever he wanted, behaving just like any other animal that they put through the ritual.

But afterwards, after Summer had orgasmed and appeased Sipusiki, the arrangement made between her and Pachacamac was over. She'd be allowed to get dressed and go back to her own camp, even though Anqas and the truck would not be back from Guayaramerin until the following morning.

Terms agreed upon, Pachacamac stood and departed the hut, announcing the good news to his villagers. There were cheers and sighs of relief, and Summer knew that she was doing the right thing.

And so, the day continued on, with Otoniel keeping his promises to Summer and the Huaca preparing for their big night. The chief undid the lock around the biologist's ankle, freeing her from the remaining length of chain. And Summer, for her own part, began taking shots of chicha almost immediately, even though the T'ojsiy would not be performed until after the feast.

She calmed herself by taking another swim in the pool, standing and showering herself under the cascading water from the cliff above. Men and women gathered on the shores to watch her, and Summer again couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that had taken hold over her lower body. She may have been dreading what was coming up, she may have found the dozens of eyes of her bare flesh embarrassing, but Summer could not deny the fact that her vagina was wet. And as the silver pendant rubbed up against her her pussy lips, Summer began wishing that she could get the ritual over with, that she could cum right then and there.

Surprisingly, as people on the shore gathered to watch her run her hands across her breasts and down the sides of her body, through her long blonde hair, down under the water level and across her ass, Summer found that she didn't mind them as much as she had earlier in the day. People seeing her naked was old news at that point - the real embarrassment was to come. If anything, Summer couldn't help but feel a bit sensuous. Her body was causing arousal in men all around her. Her body was captivating an entire village. She was sex symbol. She was a ravishing, steamy porn star, here in Hanan Pacha to do one thing and one thing alone - orgasm.

The notion of herself as a centerfold, as Marilyn Monroe instead of Summer Monroe, only served to electrify Summer's twat even more. Her nipples were adamantine, and had been so for hours. Her clit was throbbing full of life, and begged to be touched. Her whole body had turned into an energized erogenous zone, as water trickled down her face, to her neck, and to her chest.

She risked a casual pinch of her right nipple as she rubbed her body with her palms, sending a spasm of pleasure shooting down her spine. She wanted to do more, to touch herself here in the water, to get herself off in the pool while the village looked on. If she was going to cum for them later, why not cum for them now, as well. She wanted it now, so why not?

But she held back. She had only taken three shots of chicha at that point, but she wasn't thinking clearly. She needed to wait. She needed to tell herself that this wasn't about her release.

And so, busting at the seams with lust and perhaps more aroused than she'd ever been in her adult life, Summer waded back to shore, where Chasca, Yana, and handful of other young women were waiting for her.

Chasca had prepared a special meal just for her, and after Yana had towel-dried Summer's hair with a blanket, Summer sat down on a flat rock at the junction point of the pool and the Clemente to eat it.

"Silpancho," Otoniel told her as she began to eat. "A thin, spicy slice of beef, served over rice, purple potatoes, and a fried chicken egg."

"Wallpa egg," Summer corrected him, using the Huaca term.

Otoniel was obviously not welcome among the gaggle of women, as evidenced by the stares and fierce eyes that he was receiving. In addition to the bottle of chicha that sat in front of her, Otoniel had placed a jug of aqha and another jug of a liquor called paceña down with Summer's meal.

"This is obviously a girl party," Summer said, reading the emotions of the women around her. She wasn't sure that Otoniel, given his actions earlier in the day, would be welcome anywhere in Hanan Pacha. But she could get along without him here. "A gash bash. Thank you for the liquor, though."

Understanding, Otoniel began to step back. "No problem."

"How about my other favor? Is everything clean and ready to go?"

"Your qollqephichilu," Otoniel said, using the Huaca word and eliciting a few giggles from the girls around Summer, "has been cleaned and boiled."

He paused after Summer thanked him again, and asked, "Do you want me to come up to the altar with you? To keep you company?"

Summer shook her head. She was eating her dinner now, before everyone else, because she wasn't going to be a part of the feast. While the festivities unfolded in the village below her, Summer would be alone at the altar on the cliff. Otoniel hadn't been happy when Pachacamac had explained it to him, but Summer had rolled with it. She'd get a chance to be alone and prepare herself for what she was going to do. Afterwards, she could put some clothes on, head into the village, and stuff her face, if she felt so inclined.

"What about during the ceremony?"

Summer shook her head again. She didn't want Otoniel anywhere around, making her more nervous than she already was. She didn't want to know what was going on during the ritual, or what was being said. She just wanted to close her eyes, fuck whatever it was that Apotequil was sticking in her pussy, orgasm, and get it over with. She'd feel better if the translator was just out among the masses, instead of up close and talking her through it.

Taking the final few swigs of chicha left in the bottle, Summer turned her back to the mestizo, and dug into her meal.

After Summer had finished eating, Chasca, Kulli, and Yana led the bare-skinned blonde through Hanan Pacha to Apotequil's hut on the edge of the jungle. They followed the blonde into the hut, as well, and after a short back and forth, the priest told each of the Huaca women where to sit.

Spread out on the floor of the hut was a mat unlike anything that Summer had ever seen before. She remembered a friend in college having a pair of snakeskin boots, but the boots had nothing on Apotequil's mat. Summer was unsure of how many snakes had actually gone into making the priest's exotic rug, but she guessed that there had been more than a few.

Apotequil guided her onto it, laying her on her back. She could feel the cool scales against her naked skin as the priest guided her knees into an upright position and placed her feet both flat on the ground. From her vantage point at the end of the mat, Chasca could now see right between Summer's thighs, the blonde's still-saturated pussy open to her view. Apotequil carefully placed the pendant right at the top of Summer's slit, touching her hard and tingling clitoris with the cool metal, and causing Summer to gasp with a brief moment of pleasure. He spread her arms away from her body, straight out as if she were being crucified, and got to work.

There were two wooden bowls filled with some sort of strong-smelling paint, one red, and one purple. Apotequil wasted no time in applying it to the blonde girl's body, following designs and patterns that only he knew. Each of her nipples was given a different color, the right one red and the left purple. The aureoles around the nipples then got the opposite colors - the right one purple, and the left red. Apotequil then traced concentric circles out from around the aureoles themselves, leaving patterns of white skin, then purple, then white skin, then red, and so on.

The skin between Summer's breasts and her navel remained mostly bare, aside from a few dots that Apotequil deemed necessary on the sides of her body. From the belly button on down, all the designs and patterns painted on were meant to call attention to her pussy, whether they were straight lines, wiggly lines, or arrows.

As the priest got to her hips, he clipped away the twine that had held the pendant up, but left the teardrop piece of metal in its place. As Apotequil's fingers, covered in paint, moved through her pubic hair, or down from her hips, or up from the insides of her thighs, it was everything that Summer could do to keep from grinding against his hand. She was sure that her pussy must have been drenched at that point, that her juices must have been ruining the paint job that the priest was applying.

She concentrated on what was happening on the other end of her body. Yana and Kulli, acting together, were braiding her hair. Not in one braid, nor in two, but into dozens of thin strands that started halfway down the length of her hair. At the end of each strand, though, the women braided in small, empty nuts. Summer knew that as she moved, as her head shifted at all, the nuts would creating a clinking sound as they bounced against each other.

Apotequil's fingers shifted away from Summer's nether regions and legs, and found their way to her face. As the priest began to apply the paint liberally, Summer had to admit that a part of her wanted to see what she looked like. She hadn't seen a mirror in Hanan Pacha over the past few days, and doubted that the Huaca had anything she could see her reflection in, aside from the pool under the waterfall.

Once Summer's entire face had been covered in paint, Apotequil seemed satisfied with his work on her front, and he flipped her over, onto her hands and knees. She got a brief respite from the teasing of the fertility charm as Apotequil painted around her oqoti - her asshole. But the priest quickly strung another piece of twine through the pendant, and secured it this time backwards around Summer's body. Instead of hanging down in front of her pussy, a string of twine now ran down between her ass cheeks, across her anus, and held the pendant in place against the outside of her lips. The humiliation didn't stop.

It took some time for Apotequil to finish applying the body paint, but when he had, Summer was covered nearly head to toe in red and purple, with patches of her tanned skin in between. She was guided down on her elbows, and allowed to rest her ass on the back of her ankles, but the priest made sure that she knew not to turn over. He demonstrated that she could stay down, as she was no, or get up on her hands and knees, as she been a few seconds ago. But she couldn't change her position aside from that.

Her hair was braided. Her body was painted. And she was still adorned with the silver pendant, hanging backwards down between her ass crack. But in her present position, her cunt had escaped contact with metal, and Summer almost missed it.

Throughout the whole ordeal, Yana kept bringing a small cup full of alcohol to Summer's lips, and Summer gulped it down each and every time. By the time Apotequil had finished preparing Summer's body, the blonde's head was spinning, and though she was still in control of herself, she had begun to lose the few inhibitions she had left.

Apotequil barked a few orders at the women around the mat, and Summer watched them position themselves around her. What she had noticed about the priest's strange rug were the extra strips of animal skin that adorned the corners. Summer gulped as she realized what they were for: she was going to be tied up.

Instead of fighting it, though, Summer just rolled with the punches. It'd all be over soon. She would soon achieve her orgasm, get untied, wash the paint off, put clothes on, and then fall asleep in her own cot back at the Ambrosia camp. The thought of protesting the restraints seemed ridiculous to her. Okay, she joked to herself, you can strip me naked, cover me in erotic painted designs, fuck me with dildo intended for animals in front of an audience...but when you start securing my wrists, you've gone too far!

She chuckled to herself drunkenly, barely feeling the three women and the medicine man secure her to the snakeskin mat. What she hadn't realized about the mat, up until that point, was that it was lying on top of a long, flat, board. She was going to be carried up to the cliff like this.

Apotequil dismissed the women, but before Yana left, she leaned in quickly and placed a kiss on the blonde's lips. It wasn't an erotic kiss, but rather a thank you, a show of appreciation for what Summer was putting herself through. Still, despite the nervous shivers that had begun to engulf the biologist's body, her brain was charged up with nothing but sexual energy. And the kiss caused delight to spark in Summer's cunt, so much so that she lifted her ass back up into the air in order to feel the sensation of the pendant rub against her.

The three women all left, and were soon replaced by four strong men from the village, among them Catequil and Pariacaca. With little effort, they hoisted Summer, on her platform, up on their shoulders and out into the Hanan Pacha night.

***

It occurred to Summer that she had never seen all the people of Hanan Pacha at the same time. She'd been paraded through town during the afternoon two days ago. She'd been chained outside of Pachacamac's house for a solid forty-eight hours. But, until she was hefted out of Apotequil's hut, Summer couldn't even have guessed that there were as many people living in the village as there were.

The biologist positioned herself proudly upright, her ass in the air, and her upper body propped up on her hands instead of her elbows. She had made this decision, and she was not going to cower in front of these people while following through.

The sun had set while Summer was being decorated inside the priest's hut. Hanan Pacha's main street was lit by torches and lined with floral decorations. In the firelight, the faces of the Huaca glowed orange, their dark eyes all fixated on the colorful naked girl being carried over their heads. There were occasional sounds of awe, but there was little chatter as Pariacaca and Catequil led the display towards the chief's hut and the cliff behind it.

Summer's head was spinning and her pussy tingling as she was jounced down the street. While her body might have appeared proud, her head was hung and she stared mindlessly at the snakeskin mat beneath her, uneager to make eye contact with Otoniel, or for that matter, anyone else that she had come to know over the past two days. The thin sheet of silver slapped against her lips each time the men below her took a step, but despite the inebriation and titillation, there was a nervous knot in her stomach.

They passed Pachacamac's house, and Summer risked a glance in that direction, to where she had been chained up all week. She'd been mortified by just being nude in front of the Huaca. But she had been in the dark about just how far she was going to be pushed, about just how far she herself was going to be willing to go.

Come for the frogs, Summer joked with herself as they rounded the pool, and stay for the indigenous dildo parties.

The four men, carrying the trivial weight of the painted blonde on their shoulders, began their ascent up the side of the waterfall, by way of the jungle. With their sacrifice out of visual range, the village behind Summer suddenly came to life once again. She could hear them laughing, talking, and playing music, easy and carefree while she was preparing to do the most humiliating thing in her life.

Just over the edge of the cliff, but beyond the eyesight of Summer's previous vantage point below, sat an altar on the side of the Rio Clemente. The jungle had been cleared behind it, away from the cliff, allowing enough space for potentially a hundred people to gather and watch. This area, too, had been lit with torches, and the flickering orange light danced on the purple, red, and natural tan sections of Summer's body.

After being carried up a short set of stairs, Summer was finally set down. Board, mat, and girl were all placed upon the altar gently. Her ass was pointed away from the cliff, to where the Huaca would gather in the clearing behind her. Her position allowed her a view of the entirety of Hanan Pacha below her, the fields in the distance, and the dark shapes of the Bolivian countryside further out. Somewhere out there, Walter Newcomb was struggling to stay alive, if he hadn't passed on already. Somewhere out there, Russ Szalinksi was racing back to Hanan Pacha, unaware that his colleague was naked, painted, and about to be a part of an Indian sex ritual.

Three of the men turned and left Summer alone, but she didn't even turn to watch them leave. Pariacaca, stayed behind for a few seconds longer, allowing the girl one last swig of paceña to calm her nerves before he joined his companions on the descent back into the village.

Summer was now alone, left atop an altar atop a cliff while the village below celebrated her upcoming good deed. She could feel tears of shame and humiliation welling up inside her, but she wouldn't let herself cry. She'd be strong.

The sensation of the silver pendant against her pussy made everything else seem like background noise, however. Whatever was going through her head, whatever fears bubbled up inside her, whatever doubt she still felt - all of it was pushed aside as the charm slid along Summer's saturated slit.

She was a scientist. She believed in laws and theories, in elements and interactions, in electrons and protons. She believed that the curse of Sipusiki was nothing more than self-fulfilling fears of an uneducated Indian population. But as she recounted the events of the past few days to herself, Summer couldn't help but feel that the fertility charm now juxtaposed along her naked vagina had a magical force over her.