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That destination was a walled compound, how large I have no idea. It was by then completely dark, and the only illumination came from the dim headlights of the vehicle, plus three bonfires that were burning inside the walls. We drove through a pair of large gates, which were immediately closed behind us by two men. As soon as the car stopped, La Madre got out, saying, "You will need to help your husband walk. Instruct him in his language to follow us." I walked around the car, then carefully opened David's door so he wouldn't fall out. After talking to him for a few moments, telling him it was time to get out of the car, I took his arm and pulled him to a standing position. Taking his elbow, I instructed him to follow La Madre, and we began walking slowly toward a building so large that it occupied almost half the walled compound. By the firelight, I could see that his trousers were tented very prominently, and knew that the drink had affected him in much the same way as it had me. My own crotch was almost on fire, and I consciously rubbed my thighs together as much as possible as we walked. We entered through what was obviously a side entrance, and I could see we were in a small room that was lit by only two guttering torches. With no further words to me, the woman began to remove her clothing, hanging the garments neatly on pegs that had been affixed to the walls. I seemed to know instinctively what was required of the two of us, and curtly told my husband to get undressed, then began to do the same myself. The three of us were soon completely nude, and as soon as La Madre saw that, she nodded approvingly at David's rampant penis, saying only, "He is almost ready. Tell him to drink this." She had picked up another stone cup from a nearby table, and was holding it out to me as she said that. Again I unhesitatingly took it from her and gave it to my husband, saying simply, "Drink it." This time he did not question me, but simply brought the cup to his lips and drained it. Unlike the first time, he did not lose consciousness, although his awareness seemed to be in another place entirely. After several seconds, his hips began to slowly thrust back and forth, and I'm sure his penis and testicles actually became larger, although in the dim light I could not be sure. La Madre then opened a door to the interior of the building and walked through. She must have known that I would follow, for she gave me no instructions. I walked after her, ordering David to follow me, and knew that he would do so without question. What I saw as I passed through the door was stunning to my eyes and my brain. It was completely unlike anything I'd ever seen in my life, yet at the same time was so familiar that I knew I'd been here, or in similar settings, many times before. There is a term, "deja vu," that supposedly refers to that phenomenon, but it pales in comparison to what I was feeling, and experiencing, at that time. The intellectual side of my brain was absolutely convinced this situation was entirely new to me, but the emotional side said I was home. My gaze was immediately drawn to the center of the room. A large earthen mound had been constructed there, maybe three feet above the floor, and 30' in diameter. There were three features on the mound, and I knew instinctively the purpose and use of each. The simplest thing was a wooden post that had been buried upright at one side of the platform. About six feet away from it was a large block of stone that I knew was the altar, although I could not see the blood grooves on its top. The purpose of those two things was known to me, based upon my recent dream, and I now knew what parts my husband and I would play in what was to come. The third thing on the mound was strange to me, although at the same time so very familiar. It was a reclining statue that had been carved from a large stone block. Its features were in no way human, although taken as a whole, its form was that of a man. That was further emphasized by the monstrous phallus that stuck straight up from its midsection, seemingly two feet long and many inches around. The testicles were also huge, and were easily six inches in diameter. Again, as soon as I looked at the statue, I knew its purpose in the ceremony. My attention had been so riveted on the mound that I had not noticed the sound that filled the room. I realized that there were dozens of people assembled there, all naked, and all chanting softly. Again my unbidden memory overwhelmed me, and I knew they were praying to Quetzacoatl. As I understood that, I also realized that my own mouth was joining in the chanting. There were other sounds there, most notably the low thrumming of many hide-covered drums, accompanied by soft trills from whistles fashioned from hollow bones. Some of the participants softly slapped their open palms on their naked thighs, in time to the drums. La Madre continued to walk slowly to the mound, with David and I a short distance behind. There was a short ramp from the floor to the top of the mound, and the three of us used it to make our way to the platform. Once there we continued directly to the post, stopping when we had reached it. With no direction from La Madre, I told David to stand with his back to the post, and then picked up a thong lying on the ground and used it to tie his wrists behind him. The woman had been watching us, and as soon as my husband was secured to the post, she began speaking to the audience, which had fallen completely still. The language she used was unfamiliar to me, yet at the same time, I seemed to know what she was saying. Over and over she called on Quetzacoatl to return to his people who loved him, but whom he had abandoned for many centuries. She begged him to once again grant his love to his people, and to restore them to their former position as rulers of the universe. Again and again she cried out his name, begging him to look on his people with favor. As she at last fell silent, the people again began their chant, asking for their god to appear to them. Again the drums and the bird flutes accompanied the prayers, and again my own voice joined the others. At some point, four other women joined us on the mound, taking up positions at the four corners of the stone altar. When she saw that, La Madre began a different chant, this time asking for the feathered serpent to enter the man who had been chosen for the sacrifice, and upon his release to once again favor his chosen people with his power. As if reacting to some unheard instructions, my body turned and walked to the head of the altar. My eyes saw an obsidian knife laying there, with the blade chipped to an edge sharper than a razor. My hand reached out and grasped the handle of the knife, then held it high above my head. Instantly the cries and chants became deafening, and the drums pounded so as to shake the very room. I turned to the post where my husband was tied, seeing La Madre just then releasing him. His eyes were glazed over and his lips were parted as he drew in ragged breaths. His first step seemed almost reluctant, but then he began to walk unhesitantly toward me. By the time he had reached the altar, he appeared almost eager, and I was not surprised when he climbed unassisted onto the stone, then lay quietly there on his back, his crotch centered over the blood groove. The altar was slightly curved along the top, which served to elevate his midsection above the rest of his body. That fact emphasized the distended size of his genitals, making me doubt that it truly was my husband lying there. His manhood was easily two inches longer than its usual six inches, and its thickness was such that I was sure I couldn't have closed my fingers around it. It swayed rapidly back and forth like a metronome, and the juices leaking from the tip glistened in the firelight. His testicles were also huge, and they were writhing in their prison, as if begging for release. I knew then that Quetzacoatl was in our presence, and his being was centered in my husband's genitals. I also knew just what I would need to do to release him. The four acolytes tied ropes around David's ankles and wrists, then pulled them toward stakes which had been driven into the earth at each corner of the altar. They tugged on the ropes with all their might, almost as if they were trying to split his body into four pieces. When finally satisfied with their efforts, they tied the ropes to the stakes and moved away from the altar. Again the room grew deathly still. I was now completely in the sway of my ancestral memories, and moved with sureness and precision to stand beside my husband's midsection. I looked one last time deep into his eyes, and saw his complete acceptance of what needed to be done. That was the signal I needed to begin the ritual. His testicles were by then literally jumping in his sac, struggling to gain their freedom, and I knew without a doubt that the feathered serpent was in our presence. I began to release him. The obsidian knife was sharper than I could have imagined, and when I pressed it to David's sac, the edge penetrated with seemingly no effort on my part. I started the incision at the base of his penis, in the center, and swiftly drew the edge downward. After lifting the sac, I continued the cut until I reached his body. With no hesitation, I drew the blade along the neck of this scrotum, completely circling the thing. After laying aside the dagger, I peeled away the skin that had been freed. Even with the blood flow that began then, I could see the white membrane that contained his two eggs, and again was struck by how they writhed and jerked. The first piece of scrotum was soon peeled free, and without even wondering how I knew to do it, I turned and dropped it into a brazier that had been set up while my back was turned. The smell of roasting flesh filled the air as I returned to my husband's widespread crotch, where I began to duplicate my efforts with the second half of his sac. Soon it also joined its companion on the bed of coals, adding its special incense to the air. The white membrane was then split open, freeing the prisoners within. They fell to the surface of the altar, writhing with such ferocity that they almost jumped off the stone. After slicing free the vestiges of the membrane, I consigned it to the flames also, and was again rewarded with the wonderful aroma of cooking flesh. The last part of the ritual that concerned David's testicles was to slice them open, which I did quickly. When I saw the tiny green feathers within, I knew what I was doing to my husband was right and proper. It was now time for the remaining prison to be opened, so that Quetzacoatl could be freed. The redoubled swaying of David's penis, and the way its skin writhed, left no doubt as to the god's location. I held my husband's penis firmly in one hand, and with the other placed the edge of the blade against the tender skin just beneath the head. Slowly and carefully I began to slice downward, and was immediately rewarded with a spurt of blood that fountained into the groove in the altar. I continued the incision until the blade had sliced his member open from top to bottom, and then lay the knife aside. Grasping the flayed thing firmly in both hands, with my fingers in the incision, I pulled it open. A gasp, and then an ecstatic cry erupted from the throats of the watchers, as they saw something emerge from the wide open penis and the split testicles. It was small, probably no more than 12" tall, and its perfect green feathers were coated with bright red blood. Its tiny head was that of a serpent, and I could see its exquisite tongue flicking in and out of its mouth as it tested the air. It was now time for my final use of the knife. Grasping my husband's ruined genitals in my left hand, I pulled them above him with all my might. My right hand brought the knife to his groin, and in one quick slice severed the ruined flesh from his body. With no hesitation, I dropped the gory remains onto the coals, then turned my attention once again to the god. Even as I watched, the god was growing. By the time it had attained a height of two feet, I saw that it was spreading and drying its wings. It then used them to flutter to the reclining statue, where it preened its feathers, licking them with its forked tongue and feasting on David's blood that covered them. When Quetzacoatl had reached his full size, several minutes later, it seemed to melt into the statue. Before the eyes of the stunned onlookers, the stone seemed to come alive then, and I saw it move as if stretching and accommodating itself to the living being within it. At last the living god turned to me, and I knew it was time for my final part in the ceremony. As if in a daze, I walked to the living statue. The closer I came to it, the more its penis seemed to grow. Rather than feeling any fear, the sight brought me to a level of arousal that seems impossible to me now. I knew with all my heart and soul that the monstrous thing standing there was meant for me, and I wanted it more than I can tell. In less than a heartbeat, I had straddled Quetzacoatl's midsection and began lowering my hungry crotch to his throbbing member. I felt the head kiss the lips of my vagina, and then I seemed to stretch to accommodate it. Soon it had passed beyond my opening, being followed by inch after inch of shaft. I felt the thing hit bottom in my womb, and the pain of the stretching and splitting seemed to drive me to greater heights of passion. Again and again I lifted up, only to force downward with all my might, trying to drive the mighty organ deeper within my body. Over and over I pistoned above the god, living only for the ecstasy he was giving me. At last I heard a woman screaming in wordless pain and exultation. She screamed on and on, and I at last realized the woman was me. My orgasm had overcome me, closing down my forebrain, and causing me to live in my emotions. It may have lasted a few seconds; it may have lasted a lifetime. I have no way of knowing. I know only that it was an experience I had never before had, and that I would willingly die to have again. At some point in time, I realized the statue was again made of stone, and that Quetzacoatl was gone. I was still impaled on the monstrous phallus, and my legs would not obey me by lifting my body up to be freed. La Madre must have known my predicament, for she grasped my body firmly and lifted me free of my torturer, and when it at last left my vagina, I almost cried with the desolation I felt. I knew that never again would I be so filled, and I wanted it to go on forever. The massive amount of semen that the god had shot deep within my womb was beginning to leak out of my vagina by then, and I could see that it was mixed with a few spots of blood that signaled the loss of my virginity. I knew that I had been penetrated in a way David had never been able to do, and that I truly had been a virgin until that night. La Madre steadied me as I stood there, then said quietly, "Your husband needs you." Until that moment, I had not thought at all of David, but gasped as I raised my eyes to him. He was still tied across the altar, just as I had left him. The blood flow from his ruined crotch was strong, and I feared that he was near death. Even given his weakened condition, though, he had eyes only for me, and the love I saw on his face drove me to tend to him even though I was exhausted beyond my body's ability to bear. The woman helped me walk to the altar, and then to climb onto it. She didn't need to tell me what to do as I instinctively settled my leaking vagina onto my husband's mouth, facing his crotch. I said simply, "Drink, if you would live." Drink he did, seemingly with every fiber of his being. His lips and tongue feverishly worshipped my opening, and his throat swallowed gobbet after gobbet of the god's seed. As he was servicing me, I watched his crotch, somehow knowing what to expect. In a few moments, the blood flow began to decrease markedly, and then to stop altogether as the healing power of Quetzacoatl's semen suffused his body. After what seemed like hours of feeding my husband, I realized his attentions had ceased. Raising my crotch, I looked back at David's face, and realized he was peacefully sleeping. Seeing him in that condition, my own need for sleep became overpowering, and I almost collapsed across his body. La Madre was ready for that, and helped me to the earth once again. I saw the assembly leaving the room then, and soon the two of us joined them. At one point I looked back to the mound, and saw the four acolytes untying David and then carrying him toward another door. I remember nothing after that, until I awoke many hours later. ___________________ It was broad daylight when my eyes opened, and I neither knew where I was, nor how long I had slept. As I came awake, I realized I way lying on my back, with my hands cradled protectively over my abdomen. As understanding swept over me, I knew implicitly that my daughter slept within my womb, safe in my protective embrace. There is no way to explain how I would know at such an early time that I was indeed pregnant, and even less how I would know my child was a girl. It was just a feeling deep within my soul that told me those facts, and I never questioned them in the slightest. La Madre must have sensed that I had awakened, because she walked into the room at that moment. She smiled warmly at me, then looked pointedly at my midsection while asking, "Your daughter is well? I'm sure she is sleeping soundly now, preparing for what will be required of her in the years to come." Again I was unsurprised that the woman would also know of my pregnancy with a girl child. I had come to expect that La Madre knew much more than I, and hoped that someday I would also possess her degree of knowledge. I nodded in answer, but said nothing further. I waited for her to tell me what was to happen next, and was soon rewarded by her saying, "You have slept straight through one entire day, and most of another. Your husband has also remained asleep during that same time, and I expect him to awaken now that you have. Would you like to see him now?" As soon as she asked that question, I was consumed by the urge to see David, and assure myself that he indeed still lived. I expressed my desire to the woman, and she aided me in rising from my bed. My clothes were quickly donned, and the two of us left my bedroom and walked down a curving hallway. I assumed we were in the main building, where the ritual had taken place, since my memory of it told me it was round in construction. We soon arrived at another door, and when it was opened I saw my husband lying on a bed there, just then showing signs of coming awake. We entered, and the slight sounds we made caused him to turn toward us. He seemed to have eyes only for me, and the look of deep love and affection that swept over his face melted my heart. I knew then that I had harbored fears that he would hate me for what I had done to him, but could see that he obviously loved me even more than before. A great feeling of relief suffused my body then, and I reveled in it. We greeted each other, then I knelt beside his bed and held him close to me, hugging him fiercely. At last, I asked, "How are you feeling, my love?" He seemed to look within himself before answering, then replied, "I feel more at peace than I ever have. I guess the simple answer is that I feel good." Again I was relieved, but couldn't help but wonder how his body could have made such a miraculous recovery from the gross insult I'd given it less than two days before. It occurred to me that he may be suffering from memory loss, and not realize that he no longer had those parts of him that made him a man. Very quietly, I asked, "Do you remember what happened after we arrived here?" I said nothing else, but seemed frozen as I waited for his answer. He gave me his very sweetest smile then, and replied, "Yes. I remember everything that happened. I remember you leading me to the post, and then tying me in place. I remember walking to the altar and lying on its top, while the four girls tied me spreadeagle across it. I remember you opening my sac, and then splitting my balls. I remember you slicing open my cock from top to bottom, and then spreading it wide so the god could win his freedom." He paused then, as if again living the memory. Finally he continued, "But most of all I remember you mounting the god's penis, and losing yourself in a state of ecstasy I could never give you. When you returned to me, and gave me the gift of life directly from your body, I knew my love for you had no limits. I still feel that way, and always will." I could contain my emotions no longer at that point, and broke into tears. Again he pulled me to him, and we hugged so tightly I was afraid my daughter would be crushed. The pressure must have awakened her then, for I could somehow "feel" her emotions of sleepiness overlain with hunger. La Madre said then, "As you can see, your husband is well. Now I think it's time for you to have something to eat. After all, you're eating for two now." I looked to David to see his reaction to that statement, then realized that the woman had spoken in Spanish. To answer his unspoken question, I said, "La Madre wants me to join her for a meal. I think I'll go do that now, and you can get more rest." With that the two of us walked toward the door, leaving him to again fall asleep. As we left my husband's bedside, La Madre asked, "Would you like one of our men to come to your bed tonight? He won't be as big as the god, but he's close to that size." As she said those words, the sense of hunger my daughter was transmitting to me became very strong. It was almost as if she were demanding that I allow a man to penetrate me, and give her his seed to nourish her tiny body. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, a sense of agreement radiated from my abdomen. I knew then that my baby did indeed crave sperm, and somehow knew that she would drive me to provide it in plentiful supply. I looked back at David as he settled into sleep once again, and realized that not a single drop of my lover's semen would be wasted, since Carmelita (yes, that would be her name) would eat everything that penetrated my womb, and my husband would eat whatever leaked out of my vagina. I knew then we had not taken the wrong road, contrary to my original assumption. My husband must have known instinctively that we needed to come to this place, just as I had known instinctively what was required of me in the ceremony. It had been our destiny, as was our future involving my lovers furnishing that which my daughter so craved, and which my husband would soon learn to desire. As I smiled at that vision, I answered La Madre's question, saying, "Yes. I'd like that very much." |