The Cave (Mf, rape, human sacrifice, but then, mf love) © 2000 by Abelard [Warning: If it is illegal for you to read sex stuff, my condolences, but fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the imagination of a professional. No not try this shit at home. If you read on, please maintain at least one hand on your controls at all times. If you wanna’ publish this story for profit, ya’ better ask me first. Finally, tell me what you think at <<Abelard_fra@hotmail.com>>.] Somewhere on the French Riviera, 8000 BC… THE CAVE Part one: the escape The flames danced on the walls of the cave as fifteen year old Manjou began to prepare for the ceremony. In the precise manner perscribed by Fukor, the High Priest, Manjou carefully sprinkled the fresh oregano leaves he had collected all over the altar. As was proper, he cast every third handful into the fire just behind it. Soon the heady smell of the burnt spice filled the cavern. When his basket was empty, Manjou went back to the cages where the girls were kept. There were only two left. He ignored the dark one from the village and looked at the pretty little blonde one whom his father had captured from the Svedos tribes far to the north. She looked to be twelve or thirteen winters old. Manjou liked the girl with her budding breasts and lithe figure. She was exotic and very different from his dark haired and brown eyed sisters and cousins. He had begged his father to give the girl to him, but the old warrior had needed a blessing for a wound he had recieved and had given her to the shaman instead. Now she looked at him with terror in her grey- blue eyes, and he started to turn away. He felt in his clothes for the little round metalic chooser he had made in imitation of the real chooser the priest used. The priest's chooser was a disk with a rune on the front and a crescent on the back. It was used to decide which of two paths to take. Manjou's had a crescent on both sides. He held it up to the girl and said, "I will save you with this, if they don't discover my trick and cut my guts out..." The Svedos girl reached for him through the bars and asked something very plaintively. Manjou did not understand, but then she opened her pelt, pointed to his genitals, then to hers, then to the entrance to the cave. Manjou shook his head. He would have liked to, but it surely would mean his death if he allowed her to fuck her way to freedom through him. She hung her head and began to cry quietly. Manjou felt a very great wave of pity sweep over him. He thought, "If you and I survive tonight, pretty one, I will try to see if I can win you at Betong tomorrow." Manjou knew that Betong, the stick game, was the Highpriest's passion. He played recklessly and often lost many of the gifts that the tribe lay at his feet. If he could win the girl, he would take her to the cave he had discovered about a mile up the river. Manjou went on to the shaman's resting place to prepare the fermented goatsmilk for the great man. As he approached the wood framed pallet with its soft furs, he saw that the priest was preparing to have sexual intercourse with a child of no more than nine, while the child's mother held her down. The woman watched with a satisfied smile as the priest broke the girl's hymen. The girl screamed in pain but Manjou knew that it was a small price to pay. Now she would never be sacrificed; the shaman would know that she was not a virgin. It was a practice that was becoming more common in the tribe. Mother's knew well Fukor's lust for very young girls, and brought them to him willingly, both to placate the shaman and to save their daughters. Unfortunately this meant that at the Arstati, the annual spring rites to insure a fruitful harvest, the population of virgins in the tribe was becoming slim, and raiding parties had to be sent out to capture slaves. As the shaman gave a satisfied grunt and the woman took her bleeding child into her arms, Manjou came forward with the fermented, honeyed goatsmilk. The priest drank deeply and then tossed the cup aside as he stood, belched, and farted mightily. He then wrapped himself in his stinking skins and ordered Manjou to follow him to the cages one hundred paces away. "Bring the chooser, novice. We will see which of the virgins the gods want tonight." Manjou said, "Sire, there is but one more portion of the mead here. Will you not slake your thirst with it so that your women can fill the skin afresh in the morning?" The shaman took the skin and drank from it straight, the strong fermented drink running out the sides of his mouth and adding to the matted mess of his beard. As he lowered the skin he staggered slightly. As Manjou knew, he had drunk nearly an entire skin of the stuff today. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Through his clever ruse with the two crescent chooser, Manjou manages to see to it that the dark haired girl is chosen for the sacrifice that night. She is a girl of fourteen, old to be a virgin still, but just fully budding, with a rounded and swelling ass, and puffy nipples. She knows that she is to be sacrificed on the altar of Ongin, god of the harvest, but Manjou has slipped some mushrooms and some grinsaw weed into her evening meal of oat mush and honeyed goatsmilk, so she is now in a swooning sexual fever. In fact when Manjou comes to lead her out of the cage, she spreads her legs wide, begging him to fuck her. Manjou admires the swollen cunt, and even cups it with his hand, feeling its heat. Her whole inner thigh is slimy with evidence of her desire. Manjou smiles at her as she reaches for his cock, but backs up toward the door. She follows willingly, and Manjou clasps her wrist and leads her to the preparing room, where the older women wait to bathe and anoint her. That evening, the Shaman is too drunk and too sexually sated to achieve a proper erection for the sacrifice of the dark virgin. In a rage he stabs her to death on the altar. The elders are shocked by the sacrilege and mutter darkly among themselves. The virgin should have been inseminated forcefully and then her heart cut from her body still beating to be burned in the sacrificial fire. Surely the aborted act will anger the god, Ongin, and he will turn his face from the people. The Shaman overhears the ominous tones and turns on the group with his iron sword. There is a fight, and several are killed. The Shaman himself is gravely wounded. In the general melee, Manjou manages to free the Svedos maiden and steal away with her to his secret cave. The girl is overjoyed to be free, and begins immediately to plot how to escape the village entirely. Manjou, however, is no fool, and when he sees her looking all too carefully at the surrounding countryside as they head for his cave, he knows that he will have to keep a close eye on her. For the night, however, he will clean her in the river, and feed her. She spends a long time in the river, washing her hair and using hassleberry leaves, which form a slippery sort of lather good for untangling her heavy, long tresses. When she is nearly done, she finds some spearmint growing along the bank and uses it to give her hair a final rinse. She emerges from the moonlit river a slim goddess, wringing her heavy golden hair, smelling like nothing that Manjou has ever smelled before. She refuses to put on her foul pelt, and, instead, walks proudly up to Manjou completely naked, a twelve year old budding virgin. When she gets close, she wrinkles her nose and, taking Manjou by the hand, leads him into the river also. When they are both clean, they walk naked to his cave in the moonlight, allowing the warm Mediterranean air dry them. In his cave Manjou produces honeyed, fermented goat's milk, breadstuffs his mother has baked, goat cheese, and wild berries. They eat hungrily. When she is finished, Manjou reaches for the girl. As the meal has wound down, she has been watching him warily, and now scoots back an inch or two, and drops her head in a sad frown. She knows that, if he wants to, he can take her forcefully. He is bigger and stronger than she, but she seems to be trying to discourage him as best she can without goading him into angry rape. Manjou, for his part is surprised. He has assumed, foolishly he now realizes, that since she knows she was to be destroyed, she will be grateful for her deliverance. Also, of course, she did offer sex for freedom before, didn't she? He can feel the anger building in him as he turns to look at her. She sees his anger and holds very still, her head bent, looking up at him from under her brows while tears form in her eyes. He finds her heartstoppingly beautiful. But the young Manjou is bewildered. This is unlike any behavior he has encountered before. Since he has reached puberty, every time he has shown anger toward a woman she has cowered and offered herself sexually. Even his older cousin, after she had broken one of Manjou's cups, immediately got on her hands and knees and presented her ass to him to do with what he would. He had laughed and slapped her rump hard, the fat sow. But the Svedos girl is different. She will not "present" her sex to him. She continues to plead with him with her eyes while sitting firmly on, even concealing, her sexual parts. Manjou finds himself reverting to a childish ploy. He shrugs and smiles questioningly at her. The effect of this absolutely astounds him. Having ascertained that he will not force himself on her, she is ecstatic and aroused. It is as if lights go on inside the girl. She positively glows and she opens up and moves toward him. She reaches for his penis and begins caressing it softly as, with her other hand, she draws his head to hers. Manjou understands instinctively that that small concession of power has turned the situation around. Presently the girl does a very strange thing it seems to Manjou. She tries to put her mouth on his mouth. Manjou shies away, thinking she means to bite him. But she makes soft consoling sounds and smiles alluringly at him while she and licks one upper corner of her lip slowly. Manjou comes in closer and she softly, slowly gives him the first kiss he has ever had. Manjou, no fool, recognizes the pleasure to be derived from such an activity, and soon they are kissing and licking each other's mouths with abandon. Although he has fucked before, the night with the Svedos girl is a totally different experience for Manjou. The girl is a virgin, but she seems deeply wise, too. Manjou's senses are completely filled up with the girl. He is drunk on her body. He looks at and touches every part. His head rests sometimes on her rump, admiring the downy peach fuzz of her ass two inches from his eyes, reaching between her legs, feeling the softness of her inner thigh. His head rests on her thigh, looking up her body, his nose two inches from her cunt, his fingers gently exploring the folds of her vagina. His head rests beside hers, staring into those strange grey, bottomless eyes. For her part, the girl alternates between softness, tranquility, and deep heaving passion. They fuck in bout after bout, in every imaginable position, seeking leverage and advantage of thrust at each peak, followed by soft drowsy sated serenity at each lull. They fuck again and again. Nobody's counting, nobody cares. It seems to Manjou that they are trying to merge completely.