Beyond the Forbidden River Run

An excerpt from Beyond the Forbidden River Run

Carried thru the streets hanging wrist-and-ankle from the long pole, Tala was exposed completely in her nakedness to other citizens who knew what her punishment was to be. She struggled and cried out, but no one moved to help her or spoke to console her. They stood silent in the growing tropical darkness.

They reached the steps of temple and paused to let any curious citizen examine Tala's nude form. Her small breasts, her round bottom, her luxurious dark hair... she was ripe for her punishment. The sound of ceremonial drumming emanated from the temple's open doors.

Inside was the dais, where the cloaked Leader stood alone. The men untied her but did not let her stand. His hood obscured his face in shadows, making his booming voice the only connection to his daily persona as the kind and worldly gray-haired man Tala knew so well.

"Bring her forward!"

One on each limb, they carried her in, kicking and screaming, naked and terrified, toward the rape altar.

The line of young men stood behind, naked and glistening with ceremonial oils in the firelight. Their flesh was kneaded and massaged by young girls not unlike Tala, kneeling bare-breasted before the ceremonial rapists and groping their gleaming manhoods in small, slender hands, coaxing them to readiness while their victim was put in place.

"No! Nooo!" she screamed. But it only served to punctuate the relentless, cruel tattoo of the drummers.

"Tala Dawn Sunlight," called the Leader. "You have been found guilty of scheming to crossed beyond the Forbidden River. You have attempted escape. And you have been sentenced to rape by a body of your peers."

"Nooo!" the girl screamed.

"Silence!" the Leader barked. The massage girls fondled their young men more vigorously, hardly daring to peek at the girl they knew so well, the girl who could have been one of them. The young men stared at the convict, muscles glinting, manhoods erect like seven sabers preparing a gruesome mutilation.

In this case, their mutilation would be the virgin whoring of young Tala, who squirmed in terror before them and whose exposed sex was about to be prepared for them. An eighth girl brought massage oils to the altar and poured it liberally on Tala's bare belly and immediately began to slowly massage it into the confined girl's open pussy, slathering it with slippery, scented oils, slipping one, then two, fingers inside her to lubricate her tiny hole and prepare it for the rapists.

"Begin the punishment!" the Leader called.

The girl burst into pitiful sobbing screams and desperate pleas. But her punishment was set: she had tried to cross the village boundry, the sacred, life-giving Forbidden River, and she would be raped, now by a group of seven, but later, once each day, by a rapist chosen at random, wherever and whenever he desired, until she became heavy with child and was no longer a danger to the social order.

Tala cried out and writhed in horror at her punishment. If only she had fully crossed the river, she could have escaped forever. If only she had not been frightened by the mysterious man in the silvery suit and his strange magic....