The Village of the Amazons
Kelly was a graduate student, majoring in archaeology. This was
her first real break; actually going to Brazil to study Inca
ruins at the base of the Amazon basin! This trip would be the
basis for her thesis, and she was sure that it would give her a
good enough grade to get her into the Ph.D. program at Harvard.
The boat trip up the wide river, with impassable jungle to either
side, was too long. She wanted to get to the ruins right away!
She woke up, not knowing where she was. Something was wrong. This
wasn't her cabin! She was outside somewhere, in the jungle. There
was no sign of Captain Marcovise or the crew. She tried to sit
up, but discovered that her arms and feet were bound. She could
only lie on the spongy ground, waiting to find out what had
happened to her, or what would happen to her.
She looked around her. She was in a crude hut of mud, with a roof
of woven leaves. The only door was covered with a crude woolen
blanket, but it was unmistakenly from one of the cities towards
the coast. At least somebody traded with these people. Maybe one
of them would speak English. Then the blanket was brushed aside,
and in walked Captain Marcovise, with a wide grin on his face.
"Captain! Am I glad to see you. Untie me, quick!" Kelly said.
"Not so fast, my little American friend," Marcovise said. "How do
you think you got here in the first place? I am here to say
farewell, not to rescue you."
"Farewell? What do you mean?"
"Well, my little American, I am sure that you have no idea of how
valuable someone like you is here. The natives have paid me well
for a fine, healthy girl such as yourself," Marcovise said with a
grin. "Paid me well indeed."
"Wait! I'll pay you twice what they did, just get me out of
here!" Kelly pleaded.
"Ha! You do not have that much money, my little American. The
artwork these superstitious natives gave me for you is worth
millions of American dollars. And besides," Marcovise said as he
headed for the door. "If I were to help you escape, I would never
make it out of here alive. Farewell, my little American friend!"
"Marcovise!!! You can't do this!!! Help me!!!" But it was too
late. The slimy riverboat captain was gone. Kelly moaned. She had
heard stories, read reports, of the natives of the deep Amazon
basin. She would most likely be killed, a sacrifice to one of
their gods. She began to sob.
After a few minutes, Kelly was startled to see a white girl enter
the hut. She was about Kelly's age, and was dressed in a very
revealing garment of woven moss. Kelly was blond, tanned, and
very well endowed. This other girl was almost the opposite;
brunet, pale (but not sickly), and also with very large breasts.
The girl carried a spear. She knelt down and hefted Kelly up as
if she were a sack of potatoes, and none of Kelly's thrashings
could free her.
The white girl carried her through the native village. Kelly was
astonished to see dozens of other white girls, some blond, some
brunette, some even with red hair, all incredibly beautiful,
gathering around her as she was being carried to the center of
the village. There were no men to be seen, Kelly noticed.
The brunette who had been carrying Kelly placed her on a stone
slab, open to the sky. Her wrists were brought up over her head
and secured by a hole that had been carved through the stone
slab, and her ankles were similarly tied. The native women
gathered around her, waving their spears in the air and chanting
in some language that Kelly couldn't identify. They began to
stare up at the sky as they chanted and danced around her, and
Kelly began to understand that she was to be the main course in a
feast in the honor of their gods. She began to cry again.
Then another woman walked through the crowd that surrounded her.
Torches were lit, as the sun was going down, and the shadows from
the flickering light danced across the faces and volutptuous
bodies of the Amazons that held her prisoner. Damn Marcovise and
his greedy soul anyway! If Kelly ever got out of this...
The woman came over to the stone altar that held Kelly bound and
helpless. Kelly gasped. She was the most beautiful woman Kelly
had ever seen! Dark haired, with long legs and a beautiful body,
Kelly almost forgot her predicament in her wonder. The woman wore
a ceremonial heddress with great plumes on it, and held a wand
with more feathers in her hand. At least, Kelly thought, she
didn't have a knife. The woman shouted a single word in the
strange tounge and all was quiet. The Amazons surrounding the
altar stopped their dancing and stared at Kelly.
The priestess of the Amazons stared up at the sky and spoke some
sort of invocation to their gods, which was repeated at regular
intervals by the assembled women. When she finished, she stepped
back and shouted a single word, pointing at Kelly's bound form,
stretched across the stone altar. With a shriek, the Amazons fell
to her, tearing off her clothes with wild abandon. Kelly cried
hysterically as everything she wore was torn from her body, from
her kerchief to her hiking boots. When the priestess called the
Amazons off of Kelly, she was totally naked. Her wrists and
ankles were still cruelly and cunningly bound, however, and Kelly
could not move save for wriggling helplessly.
The priestess again came over to her, bearing the feathered wand
in her hand. Kelly wondered how the end would come, for surely it
was coming soon. The priestess again shouted a litany at the sky,
and again the Amazons howled and shrieked with joyous faith.
The Amazon priestess then once again silenced the crowd. She made
a circle over Kelly with the wand, and then, to Kelly's
astonishment, brought the feathers of the wand down across her
stomach. Despite herself and her terror, Kelly began to giggle.
This made the assembled throng scream with glee. They seemed to
want her to laugh! Whether they wanted her to or not, Kelly was
laughing, and couldn't help herself.
The priestess smiled. Sympathetically, it seemed to Kelly.
Whether or not she felt sympathetic, the priestess kept up the
infernal tickling. The feathers on the ceremonial wand kept
gliding across her tummy, always just skirting the edges of her
belly button. Kelly's laughter became harder and harder, and she
began to squirm more and more in her bonds. Nothing she did had
any effect. The tickling went on.
Kelly's stomach muscles were stretched taut as she vainly
tried to keep in her hysteria. Even holding her breath did no
good, as the laughter seemed to bubble forth from her lips. It
seemed as if Kelly was going to die laughing. Her lungs and
stomach ached from laughing so hard. And still the torture went
on. The feathers made their way across Kelly's stomach, and she
began to buck up and down, as much as her bonds allowed, as the
priestess tickled her in the soft spot right below her ribs. It
was maddening! The priestess then reached over and began to
torment the other side, not giving Kelly any time to catch her
breath.
Kelly wasn't laughing any more; she didn't have the breath
to. All she could do was silently sob with her mouth open as the
feathers went on and on tickling her. Then it stopped. Blinking
the tears out of her eyes, Kelly was able to catch her breath.
Was the ordeal over? No. Merely a respite. The finalle was coming
up. In her hand, the priestess had a single, long, blue feather,
from some fantastic tropical bird, in her hand. She held it up
and turned to the assembled mass of beautiful Amazons around her.
They let out a scream of extacy, knowing that soon their gods
would be appeased until the next full moon, and happy that it
wasn't them under the ceremonial feathers.
The long blue feather began to descend to Kelly's already-
aching tummy. "No, please," she sobbed, as she again felt the
tickling torment. This was the worst of all, though. The very tip
of the feather was delicately played across her stomach, with
seemingly loving attention and care, and the effect was
maddening. The priestess slowly circled the tip of the feather
around Kelly's belly button, and as it got closer and closer to
the indentation, Kelly's laughter got harder and her pleas became
more desperate.
Kelly's stomach tensed just as the feather entered her belly
button. She let out a tortured howl, screaming, begging for
mercy, as the Amazon priestess danced the tip of the long blue
feather around and around in her hyperticklish belly button. All
of the ticking she had endured up 'till now was nothing compared
to the agony she was now forced to endure. Through a red haze,
Kelly barely could tell when the terrible ordeal was ended. Yet
end it did, eventually. When Kelly regained her wits, she looked
around, and saw the Amazons sprawled out on the ground around the
altar, passed out in an orgy of tribal passion. The priestess was
the only one still attentive.
"Congratulations, you did well," the priestess said.
"You speak English?" was all the astonished Kelly could say.
"Of course. You are not the first girl to be brought to this
tribe by unscrupulous traders. But fear not. You have passed the
test of our gods, and you are now one of us. You will stay here
the rest of your life."
"But..."
"Sleep now. You have been through much. And rejoice; as the
Chosen of the gods, you will hold special privelege within the
tribe." Kelly drifted off to sleep.
"Yes," said the priestess. "Only the chosen of the gods is
allowed to act as sacrifice during every full moon."