Flesh: Sacrifice Ch. 02

Qaray Puka found Summer's body with his right hand. Resting his fingers on her bare pubic mound, he used his thumb to gently flick at the jewel on her exposed clitoris. The silver, if not the pussy juices on the girls lips that glinted in the torchlight, but the little jewel positively sparkled, casting little rays of light on Summer's inner thighs in the same way that Dani's mother's engagement ring had done in some distant world. The blonde woman's entire body shook with sexual expectation, and Dani's quivered along with her. Though he seemed to be able to insert his thumb with considerable ease, the medicine man decided that Summer wasn't quite wet enough, and spat slowly and carefully into her slit. Gently at first, but then more and more roughly, he continued to tease her clit piercing once more, until Summer's loud panting had become a low, animal moan.

Dani was turned on. There was no escaping it. She was a late bloomer, not losing her virginity until her freshman year of college. And, though she considered herself to be fairly liberal, she'd never watched all that much pornography in her life. Suddenly, though, she could understand the appeal. She was watching Summer, but she was also putting herself in Summer's place. An entire village of strangers was staring at her naked body, an entire village of strangers was watching a strange old man play with her clitoris. There was something about the bindings, something about the way that Summer was completely powerless, something about the way that she would just have to give in to the qollqephichilu.

Dani had never cum without some sort of clitoral stimulation, be it orally, with her own fingers, or just rubbing up against her partner's pelvis when she was on top. And, though Qaray Puka was slowly building Summer to a crest time and time again, before keeping her from cumming, by rubbing the jewel at her clit, it was fairly apparent that she'd be expected to orgasm entirely through vaginal stimulation. The qollqephichilu didn't seem to suggest otherwise. Dani doubted that Summer suffered from a similar problem.

The crowd continued to chant. The drums continued to beat. The blonde continued to squirm and writhe half upside-down on the Y-frame. Qaray Puka rubbed and rubbed until she was about to peak, and that back off. As she composed herself, he ran his hands along her inner thighs, he traced the lines and designs that had been painted on her body. Satisfied that Summer was not going to cum too soon, and having the mastery of this girls body like a musician, Qaray Puka went to work on her clit once more.

And, just when neither Summer nor Dani could take the expectation any more, Qaray Puka inserted the silver dildo.

It shimmered in the light, coated in pussy juice as Qaray Puka pulled it from girl's open cunt. If Dani had expected Summer to have any difficulty with the dildo's girth, she was proven incorrect. Qaray Puka drove the toy in once, and then twice, and then a third time, Summer emitting a shriek of total carnal pleasure on the last thrust.

She hadn't cum. Not yet. But she pulled on her bindings. She begged for it like a mad woman. Qaray Puka entered again. And again. And again. She thrust her hips up to meet the dildo, taking as much of it in as she could. She screamed and screeched and wailed, letting loose some sort of primal instinct as she was pounded by the medicine man and his qolqephichilu.

Dani was hypnotized. It wasn't Summer up on that Y-frame. It was Dani herself. It was Dani being penetrated by the silver dildo. It was Dani who'd had her pussy played with by the medicine man. It was Dani who was writhing, naked, in front of a crowd of chanting Huaca.

And it was too much for her.

It was easy to get lost in the moment, easy to slide down the slippery slope as to what was normal and acceptable among the Huaca, easy to forget the world beyond this little ravine. She was Daniella D'Annunzio, not Qapila or Sika Sika or Summer Monroe. She'd grown up in rural Vermont. She had a degree from NYU. She'd spent the past two years of her life adorned in conservative, ankle-length dresses in the Peace Corps, teaching an indigenous tribe about public health. Had she really been thinking about doing what Summer was doing now? Had she really put herself in Summer's place? Was she -- and this was the worst of it -- getting turned on by the very thought of being in Summer's place?

She backed away from the river, absentmindedly dropping her loincloth altogether, and stumbled through the tightly-packing Huaca crowd in no more than her sandals, necklace, and thong. The orange-yellow upside-down handprint was visible to anyone behind her, the series of red stripes on her body and face to anyone in front of her. Which wasn't to say that any of the Huaca were paying her any mind -- even dressed and decorated as she was, she was no match for the allure of the writhing and thrusting blonde on the cross behind her.

She fell to her knees, threw up her dinner, and began sobbing in the relative privacy behind one of the Huaca huts. She felt Benitez behind her, his hand absentmindedly placed on her naked back in an attempt to comfort her. "Do you want water?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"I can't," Dani cried to Benitez, staring blankly ahead. "I can't. I can't do this."

"Ssshhh," Benitez soothed her. "That's okay. I understand. She'll understand, too."

Dani sobbed loudly. "I just can't..."

Over the chants of the Huaca, the steady beat of the drums, Summer screamed one last time, and the crowd erupted in cheers and jubilation. She had reached her climax. She had cum. And the village of Aya Pampa had pleased Sipusiki once more.

"I can't..."