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Chosen for Vudamali

By: Armphid



Author's Note: This is the "Theatrical Release" of the story as I got a bit carried away in writing it and it ended up very long before any sex happened. The "Director's Cut" will be submitted soon. Enjoy and please vote and comment! /i>

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Elde Walker shivered in her light shift, the gauzy material of the choosing gown doing as little to keep her warm in the chill clarity of the late autumn afternoon as it did to hide her bare body beneath from view. The tremor that went through her had little to do with the cool air, and had only a part to do with being so exposed for she secretly found it exciting. Instead it had to do with the troop of women marching into the square. Soon three of those gathered here would never walk on these cobbled streets again. They would be Chosen; taken as tribute to the protectors who made their life possible. 

Her eyes flicked away from the approaching group as the mayor met them and spoke with the their leaders in hushed tones. Elde felt as though her heart might leap out of her chest and there was a faint urge to sob, to giggle, to do something with this tension that built in her stomach. She took deep breaths to steady herself; she would not shame her family by showing her worry, her fear, in the face of the Spear Women. They were here by law, to claim that which their sacrifice entitled them to. It was an annual ordeal every person had to endure unless crippled or sick from age eighteen to twenty-one. 

Her green eyes flicked to the others around her and she felt comfort in seeing the same tension in many. The girls all wore plain shifts that went down to mid-thigh and the boys wore knee length trousers bound with a thin cord about the waist and were bare chested. Their garments were of the same filmy material; sheer and practically see through up close though at a distance it hid the body well enough. Close enough to speak normally, they were less clothes and more like a barely there morning mist that tinged the body with pale color but did nothing to hide it. Each pair of breasts could be seen as they heaved from the anxious breaths of the girls, each pretty pussy was bare to view, each toned or plush ass on display, each dangling sack and virile young cock free to inspect. Which was the point, after all, to let those here to choose to see their potential tribute while accommodating the modesty of the townsfolk. A compromise, as so much about The Choice was, between necessity and culture, civility and barbarity, and above all good faith and honoring a bargain. 

Elde fidgeted as she could hear the approaching feet, the dull slap of leather on skin, the occasional clink of metal on metal, soft voices mingled with it. She swallowed and her breathing picked up. She closed her eyes, trying to will it back down, fighting an urge to do something to let out the emotion.

"Elde." The sound of her name in a familiar light baritone brought her up short. She glanced over, eyes cracking open, at the youth who stood in the rank in front of her and to her left. He had half turned to look back at her and she felt herself flushing as her eyes danced over his hard, well defined body; muscles obvious in his arms, shoulders and legs, his stomach firm and flat, and his manhood proud, long, and thick in the hazy fabric of his choosing garment. The youth was tall, an inch or so above six feet, and his build was broad shouldered but otherwise lean. He had short hair the color of dark chocolate and his eyes were a creamy green; his face was clean shaven and his features strong but clean and well formed. There were a few faint scars on his forearms and the backs of his hands from accidents at the forge but his body was otherwise unmarred. Her first cousin, Lan, gave her a flickering smile. "It will be all right. We won't be harmed."

"I know," she whispered back. Lan looked good; one of the best looking boys there. And she shouldn't look but his privates were longer and thicker as well. She flushed deeper; he was her cousin! She really shouldn't be looking at him like this! Though...she realized that he was staring at her suddenly and his own cheeks were a bit red. "Lan!" 

"Sorry!" He turned back around, standing straight and rigid. Elde heard a few snickers and then several more voices shushing them; they weren't to speak unless addressed during the Choosing. She looked down at her own body, secretly and shamefully feeling pleased that Lan had been so distracted by her appearance. She had blossomed well, but only this past year; she usually wore far more concealing clothes, given her apprenticeship as a healer. Her skin was fair with only a very faint dusting of freckles on her cheeks. Her features were pretty, lovely when she smiled, with notable cheekbones and a graceful jawline that were rounded and softly pleasant. Her eyes were a more vibrant green than her cousin's, a striking almost gem-like tone; her lips were full and pink. Her hair was a russet brown, falling down to the base of her neck; many town girls wore it longer but given her training longer hair would just get in the way. Her stomach was flat and there was a shadow on the upper part of it from her breasts; large, high, and proud, enough each to overflow a grasping hand and adorned with light brown nipples that were stiffening in the cool air and from her own slowly stirring arousal. Her hips swelled out from her waist over her plush ass. Her virgin sex was pink and pretty with a thin fuzz of reddish hair above and about it. Her legs were freshly shaved that morning, smooth and shapely. 

The sounds of those approaching came to a halt and she heard the mayor clear his throat, "Here is our resolve and commitment," he said, the ritual words tinged with resignation, "to our bargain and our honored partners. Choose from our people those who will become yours." The mayor was a middle aged man with a hardy frame and greying dark hair and his dark eyes flicked to his own daughter as she stood among the possible tributes, not far from Elde. 

"Your pledge is kept true and so the blood of our sisters is not shed in vain or dishonor," the captain of the Spear Woman replied. That was the correct response, of course, but she then went further, "Be comforted, for though they will not be among you, those who go forth with us will be kept well." Her voice was a smoky alto, lower than most women yet not so much so as to be tenor. Elde raised her eyes to look as the captain, her second, and the mayor started to walk among the gathered young people.  

The captain of the Spear Women was tall, even for her people; Elde judged she had four or five inches on Lan. Her frame was powerful and athletic but not bulky or masculine, as far as could be seen with her armor. She wore a thick cloak of scarlet that was back over her shoulders and a breastplate of gleaming steel covered her chest; decorated with copper trim and a faint etching of a bear's head on either shoulder. If it's shape was filled, then her breasts were larger than Elde's but there was no knowing. After a brief ring of grey cloth worn under the armor, her upper arms were bare and her skin was a smooth dark caramel that flexed over muscles that were well-defined without bulging or distorting the expectation of the feminine form; a pair of thick steel bracers with an odd symbol Elde did not know on them and a snug fitted pair of leather gloves beneath. She wore a thick leather belt that held a sword and dagger and affixed to the knee length skirt of hardened plaited leather that protected her loins and thighs before a slight expanse of that same caramel skin vanished under the tops of a pair of well-made hobnail boots. Her spear, shield, and bound trio of javelins and been left behind with her escort at the edge of the square, completing the armaments of the Spear Women. She wore a helm that enclosed head and face save for an oval over the eyes and a thin line down the middle, a set of red feathers forming a crest that went down the middle of the helmet to just above the edge of it in back. 

She stopped before the first of the young people in their loose arrangement and looked them over, her assistant doing the same, even moving around to inspect the girl from all angles. The assistant was armored and armed the same save her breastplate was more lightly ornamented, a different emblem was on her bracers, and her cloak and crest were a duller russet red. "A pretty girl," the taller woman murmured, then spoke more loudly, "tell me of her." 

Elde found herself tuning that out in favor of trying to surreptitiously gawk. This was the closest she had ever seen any of the Spear Women; she'd them before at a distance when they'd come for previous Choosings and closer than that a few times when they had come to town to re-supply or rest but never been any closer than a good hundred feet before. Her eyes moved to the captain's escort where they waited at the sides of the square; seven more women each armed the same with brown cloaks and crests. Their bracers were adorned with a single bar; they must indicate rank. They seemed to be speaking among themselves as they watched, a few of them pointing and gesturing to some of the tribute. It took her a moment to realize that they were trying to guess who would be chosen, a few even apparently placing bets. A few were shifting as if...not quite uncomfortable but as if something was stirring or disturbing them. Those who did so drew their cloaks about themselves though Elde thought she saw something hanging under the skirt of one before she hid her body beneath the cloak. 

"Lan Walker, age 18." Her cousin's name brought her out of her inspection and she took a deep breath, lifting her face to look. The Spear Woman captain and her second-in-command were looking over him now and the mayor stood off to one side with the book. She could hear a bit of hesitation as the mayor spoke and knew why; Lan had valuable skills to the town. "The Walkers are one of our older, more established families. His parents own a large farm worked by his uncle's family and live in town themselves; oldest of four. He's thought of as dependable but strong willed in particulars, kind but blunt in his manner. He's been pursued by a few girls but has taken up with none we know of, many friends but only a few close, no real enemies." 

Unlike any of the others so far, Lan did not flinch or seem to shrink beneath the gaze of the Spear Women. He stood proudly and rather than look away, made a point of meeting the captain's gaze. "He's also the first to look me in the eye," she noted and her voice was amused and pleased. "Go on." 

The mayor sighed, "He's very strong, and an enduring worker, not prone to sickness, and learns well. He can read and write, do enough math to run a shop, knows most basic tasks...and he is our blacksmith's most skilled apprentice, by the smith's own report." 

The two Spear Women paused in their visual inspection at that and exchanged a look. "Is he now? Well, well. Lan Walker, what manner of smithing can you do? What can you make and mend?" 

Lan's voice did not waver or falter, "Many things, Captain. Basic items; nails, horsehoes, rings, and rods, but I can also make buckles and leather strapping for them. I can make or mend pots and pans; forged or cast. I have learned to make many tools; hammers, axes, saws, and the like." 

"Hm." There was a leathery hiss as the captain drew her sword and then reversed her grip to offer the hilt to Lan, "Take it and look. Could you make this?" 

Lan's eyes were suspicious for a moment but he took the weapon and looked at it; his eyes growing bright. "This is fine work. The maker is a master of the craft." He turned it over and looked at it from a few different angles before cradling the flat of the blade in his palms and offering it back to the captain, "I have never made such a thing, nor could I match such a blade now, but...I could make one that would serve and in time...yes, I think I could." 

The captain took her weapon by the hilt and slid it back into the sheath. "You don't strike me as the boasting type, Lan Walker." The woman's face could not be seen beneath her helmet but her voice had a thoughtful tone. 

Her assistant spoke, not for the first time but the first time Elde had been paying attention for, "He's good looking too, Captain. And he's got a great ass." 

The captain chuckled, "Thank you, Caria." She paused and then asked, "You're not afraid of me, are you, boy?" 

Lan looked a bit surprised and licked his lips, as if unsure what his answer would mean. "No, Captain. I respect your position and your might, but I do not fear you." His tone had a slight challenge in it that made Elde and the mayor both blanch. 

She laughed then, head tipping back, "Good! You have steel in you. Follow me, Lan Walker, I choose you to be ours." She lifted both hands to clap him on each shoulder, the traditional gesture, and the leaned in to speak, her voice barely low enough to carry to Elde, "You'll have something more in you soon enough, my bold little blacksmith." 

Lan blinked as she straightened and turned away, "Lead on, Mayor. We have two more to Choose this year." Elde watched with wide eyes as her cousin swallowed and then fell into step after the captain and the mayor, the assistant behind him. Oh, Lan! She'd been worried about him; the whole family had. As a smith, he was so valuable! She felt an ache in her chest; after tonight, she'd never see him again. The Spear Women brought word and even letters from the Chosen sometimes but not one had ever returned home, even to visit. Oh...oh, Lan. She wouldn't cry. Not here. She could hear the major speaking, but it seemed faint and far away as she thought with dread of sharing this news. 

"Elde Walker, age 18." Her own name made her head jerk up, eyes wide, to see the captain standing in front of her. Had they come so far already? She swallowed and straightened up, her heart hammering in her chest. Her eyes flitted to where Lan stood beside the well-armed lieutenant; his eyes were sympathetic and kind, he mouthed the words "It's all right" to her. The mayor went on, "Her family is the branch of the Walkers; they work the farm. She's the third child of seven. Known locally as sweet and a bit naïve, a sharp tongue when roused and a keen wit; very well liked. She ran errands and messages between the town and the farm before starting her apprenticeship, known as always one to help out if she's on hand or come calling with a helping hand." 

The mayor raised his brows and Elde felt herself flush as he looked her over himself before continuing, "She's many friends in town, most of them in the square now as other tribute, though she's also friendly with many older and is liked by the children in particular, gets along with them well and has often helped mind them during busy times. No suitors as she wasn't, ah, as you see her until the last year and her garb hides her body well most of the time, though a few lads had been trying to determine how to approach her. A few quarrels with other girls, jealous of her mostly, but nothing serious." 

Arista walked around Elde in a slow circle, "You must have worked to hide that body, girl, but no suitors? Are you a virgin, Elde Walker?" 

Her face felt like it was on fire, she was blushing so much! "Y-yes, ma'am. Captain. Captain, ma'am." Why would they ask that? She could just die!

"Oh, Captain," Caria breathed. The second-in-command's voice had a strange breathiness to it.

"Caria, hush." The tall woman came around in front of Elde again. "Her aptitudes and training, Mayor?"

The older man sighed again. Might as well hand her over to them now. "She's familiar with a great deal of farm work, of course. Planting, weeding, tending crops, beasts as well, chicken and pigs mostly. She's a solid cook and very good with needle and thread, competent in most other tasks. She can read and write as well, rare for farmer folk. She is apprenticed with...well...with our healer." 

Both of the Spear Women looked at one another, then back at Elde. "A healer?" The interest and excitement in the captain's voice made Elde's stomach tighten. "The Goddess guides us today. Perhaps. Elde Walker." She reached up under the lip of her helm and there was a faint creak of leather and clink of a buckle, then she grasped her helmet and lifted. "Look at me and tell me what you think." 

Elde blinked and stared; she heard Lan and a few others take in sudden breaths. The captain was beautiful; her face was elegant and lovely with clear, high cheekbones and sharp features. Her eyes were an almost luminous blue that seemed to stand out all the more against her darker skin and her lips were full. Her hair was a startlingly blond and cut in a short Caesar style. Her ears were pierced in two places on each lobe, small golden studs gleaming there. 

However, what made Elde stare was the gash that ran down her right cheek at a sharp angle. The wound was fresh, only a day or so old at most. Her hands flexed and she stepped forward, lifting them up to turn the woman's head for a better look before she remembered her place and stepped back blushing, "Uh, well, I'd like a better look at it, captain." Her nerves stilled; this she knew. That wound needed treated! "But it needs attention; it's been cleaned, but not well enough. I'd wash and clean it well, and it needs covered, with a compress of herbs that will keep it from swelling and reduce the risk of infection. The dressing would need to be changed at least once a day for a week." She frowned. "I don't know that I can keep it from scarring...but I can keep it minimal, I think, if I start right away." 

The captain's slow smile took all the confidence she'd felt talking about addressing the injury and tossed it to the winds. Oh. Oh, no. No, no, no. The warrior woman looked back at Lan, "He's your cousin?" 

"Y-yes, C-captain, ma'am." Oh, she hadn't thought this through at all! Lan as a smith would be valuable. But to a fighting people, she would be even more so! Why hadn't she thought of that?

"Good," she purred. "I wouldn't take siblings; too much from one family, but cousins...I can do that." Elde stared up in shock as she felt the captain's strong hands come down on her shoulders, "Follow me, Elde Walker. I choose you to be ours." 

Elde remembered nothing of the rest of the Choosing. They followed Captain Arista as she went over the remaining young folk. In the early days, some of those Chosen might try to run and so a Spear Woman stayed behind to grab them if they tried. It would be the height of shameful behavior now and would mean their family would forego the tithe they got for having a child Chosen. 

The thought of fleeing never entered Elde's mind. She saw pity and relief in the eyes of her those they passed and her own gaze lingered on each face as if to puzzle out in the shocked daze of her mind why they would look at her like that. She made no reaction when Arista made the final Choice of the year, Ies Scrivner, a slender and pretty boy that Caria urged the captain to take. He was a scholarly boy, she dully recalled, always at books, and at 19 was already working as a scribe for many in town. 

She could vaguely hear voices as Caria spoke to each of the Chosen's families, handed out the Tokens of Giving, but it meant almost nothing. She felt Lan's hand on hers, giving it a squeeze, before he was led away to her aunt and uncle where they stood with bleak expressions. Then she felt herself nudged by one of the Spear Women and stumbled forward, making her way to her where her mother embraced her in strong, warm arms and buried Elde's face against her shoulder with a stifled sob.

Then all feeling came back; rushing upon her in a torrent. Her life, this life, was over. She'd never see home again. Never hold her little brothers and sister, never-oh, oh, God! 


Chosen for Vudamali



The next thing she clearly knew was all of them walking home; her father's cloak around her shoulders, his younger siblings clinging to it and her, crying and not truly understanding why. They went home and there was food and drink. Her older siblings returned from the necessary work and there were shouts of loss and of anger and tears. There were tears all through the rest of the day and the night; weeping that seemed without end. 

She wasn't sure how late it was when she finally started to fall asleep. But she felt her father's strong arms lifting her and smelled him as he carried her to her bed. He laid her in bed and brushed her hair back from her face; her tired eyes opened enough to see him looking down with his broken heart in his eyes. She mumbled softly, "It'll be all right, Daddy," and fell asleep with her parents' eyes on her.

Elde slept deeply, the emotions of the day draining her past the point of tossing and turning or bad dreams. She was roused by her mother to bathe and dress before joining the full family to break their fast. It was the last meal they would ever sit at together and the weight of that sat heavily on them. She took time to sit with each of them alone and to say the things they may never have told one another. Hours passed this way, the work of the day being put off for this parting, until at last a hard knock came to the door. 

Elde trembled as she stood; again feeling that oddly dazed numbness sweeping over her. The pack her siblings had prepared for her before she woke was set into her hands and she walked out of the only home she'd ever known. 

The Spear Woman were assembled in the road past the house and she saw Lan and Ies, each with packs like hers on their backs, in the middle of their formation. Captain Arista had come to the door, Caria at her side, to fetch Elde. Her helm was off and she looked down at the girl and her parents behind her. Elde noted that there was now a dressing on the cut that she'd shown yesterday. "Come with us now, Elde Walker. We have a long journey home." She looked behind the girl, "You are her parents?"

"Aye," her father said, his voice thick and gruff. "You've chosen well, Captain."

"I've no doubt." She nodded to Caria, the second holding out a pair of tokens on leather thongs. "Your tithe token for your sacrifice." The lieutenant handed over the first carved palm sized item; a family who had a young person chosen was able to take a tithe from the town's stores to replace the lost work over the next year. "And this." It was an item that none of them had seen before; a disk of bone with a carving of a pair of joined circles under a tall cylinder. "We do not usually take from the same family but we have done so with yours. To honor that, we have given this to you and Lan Walker's family. For two choosings you may present this for your young to be exempt." 

Caria handed both items to Elde's mother's shaking hands. It was a gift of great worth but also a burden. When the time came, which of their children would they protect? "Thank you," she whispered.

"We owe you our thanks," Arista shook her head. "Through your loss, both our peoples will prosper." She lifted her helm and donned it once more, "Bid them fare well, Elde Walker, parting is upon us." 

Elde nodded and turned to face her parents and willed herself to speak but her mouth simply didn't obey. Elde's father embraced her and held her tight in his strong arms, "Be brave and clever, my little girl. We are proud, even as we grieve. Never forget that; we will not remember you with sorrow." 

He stepped back and her mother hugged her then, "We love you, my baby, my dear one. All come together in the Beyond, hold to that. And...and write us, if they'll let you. Please." 

Life seemed to return to her body and Elde's arms clenched her mother tight as she buried her face in her arms, "I will, Momma, I'll send word, I promise. I love you, love you all so much." The two women tightened their grip on one another and held close for perhaps a minute before parting.

Not trusting herself not to explode in weeping then, she whipped about and strode past Arista and Caria, through the yard about the house, past the open gate and into the road. The Spear Women parted for her and she walked to where Lan and Ies stood in their midst. Neither youth spoke to her but their faces were full of understanding and shared pain. Lan put a hand on her shoulder and she placed hers over it. She could hear Arista say something more to her family behind her and then footsteps approaching. She heard the gate shut and latch. "All right, let's go. There are many miles before we meet the others. Chosen, you know your roles and your duties; you'll not be guarded but we brook no foolishness. Should you feel ill or hurt, say; we do not wish you to be damaged in the journey." 

The group set off then; three townspeople surrounded by nine warrior women from a distant land, walking away to an unknown destiny. Elde glanced back once and saw her family gathered in the yard outside of the house, watching them go. She felt her heart swell and crack in her chest and turned her gaze back to the road ahead, her eyes stinging. That was the last she saw of them as a living woman.

They walked on until the sun was low in the sky and setting the horizon ablaze with color. They halted and made camp off of the road. The Spear Women went about their roles with the ease of those who had performed a task many times save for Caria and one of the lower ranked women introduced as Sena who assisted the Chosen in setting up their tents and instructing them in how to do so in the future. They ate drank water and ate with surprising hunger steaming bowls of porridge and a hunk each of a dark bread and a sharp cheese they all knew well from home; they were kept largely apart from the Spear Women at camp as the meal was prepared and served and darkness crept over the land. No one watched guarded them, but all three were aware that they were the topic of much conversation and frequent looks from where their escorts sat about the large campfire. 

After they had eaten and cleaned their bowls, the Chosen sat together and watched the Spear Women around the fire. The three of them were sitting on a log that Lan had pulled in front of their small tents. Elde sat beside her cousin, leaning against him and feeling weary. Ies sat on the far end of the log from the two cousins; he had spoken little and seemed unsure if he would be accepted by them or should keep to himself. She was starting to doze when she felt Lan stiffen. "Elde" he whispered, "the Captain." 

She opened her eyes to see the striking woman approaching, still armed and armored save for her helm. Arista looked over the three of them and a smile came to her lips. "You've done well, Chosen, even you, Ies." The youth blushed but seemed pleased. "Sometimes we must carry Chosen whose feet blister or who twist their ankles walking more than expected. It shows promise for you." She gestured around the camp, "Tonight you had no duties; this will change when we make camp tomorrow. Sena will mind you and give you your tasks. If you have questions, you are expected to ask. No one will chide you or think less of you; life on the move was once unknown to all of us. You will be expected to do your share and to obey any of us without hesitation. Am I understood?" 

All three nodded and murmured their assent. Lan cleared his throat, "I have many questions, Captain, but not about camping." 

"I am sure," she answered. "Every night you will have lessons with Caria. We will teach you of our people, your people. Our ways, our laws, your place in our society, and more. The others will likely start speaking to you tomorrow and you will glean much from them but there are things you are not to know until Presentation. If you are told that a questions cannot be answered, you will respect that."

Arista shook her head, "There are only a few things I will teach you tonight. Attend. You call us "Spear Women" and it is...a fitting enough name." There was a rich note of amusement in her voice as she said it, "More than most of you know. But that is not what we call ourselves. We are the Vuda; named after our great goddess Vudamali. You will hear much of her in our lessons but for now, know that it is she who we revere above all and that you will give her your respect and love in time as well. She gave us our ways and it is her will that guided us to your people and saved us both from destruction. You may continue to worship and pray to your own god as well, of course, but Vudamali now holds you in her hands." She gestured to the tents, "Go to bed now and save any questions for the morrow. Rest well for we have many miles to tread." 

There were no lessons the next day or the two after that; not until the fifth day of their march were all three of the townspeople alert enough to sit closer to the fire for the meal before being taken aside for their first lesson. Their brief time by the fire seemed to lift an unseen veil between them and the Vuda. Their escorts had spoken little to them and while they watched the three carefully, there was no interaction save with Sena, Caria, and Captain Arista. The next day, that changed. The Vuda spoke to them freely, introducing themselves, telling tales of their deeds and journeys, asking questions. Each told stories to show her own bravery and skill, trying to impress one another and for some reason, the three Chosen. As if they weren't impressive enough just being who they were! That made her wonder though; why would they want to impress them? 

The touching started after the first week of their trek. Or at least that's when Elde first noticed it. She brought water up from a nearby stream as camp was being made and had just set it down. The Vuda on cook duty that night reached out and slid a strong arm around her waist, leaning down to thank her and brushing her lips over one of Elde's ears. The town girl turned bright red but then Caria walked by and cleared her throat loudly; the arm was withdrawn as if Elde might burn the warrior woman. But there were other incidents; Vuda brushing up against her or their hands caressing her rear when they walked past. And it was happening to the boys too; she'd seen Sena actually walk up behind Ies and grab his ass in both hands, leaning over to whisper something to the youth before walking away. It was rarely so blatant but it was happening more frequently. Captain Arista and Caria seemed to keep an eye on it but only intervened if some invisible line of protocol was crossed; often telling the offending Vuda to "go and walk if off," after which the groper would go apart from the group and return a few minutes later. 

Ten days in, they met with another group of Vuda escorting the Chosen from another town. The two joined together; the leader of the second group seeming to be equal in station to Caria and deferring to the captain. This happened several more times as they journeyed along until there were thirty Chosen being escorted by some eighty Vuda. They were traveling by the major trade roads of the nation now and made good time when with as large as their group was. 

They still had lessons most nights but those had changed somewhat. There were now physical exercises that they performed under the supervision of their tutors. They were told these would tone and strengthen their bodies to make them as appealing as possible and help them at their Presentation. Elde noticed that many of the Vuda would come and watch once their camp duties were done, often to retreat with something hanging under their skirts as she'd noticed on the day of her Choosing. They also were starting to be instructed in the worship of Vudamali, general observances and prayers, as well as acts of worship that the goddess demanded of the Chosen. Each of them was given a smooth, lacquered wooden cylindrical idol with a rounded protuberance at one end; a bit over nine inches long and perhaps a fourth as thick. They were instructed to kiss and even lick these, Caria pulling her cloak about herself to hide her body as she gave them explicit instructions in how to worship the "sign of the goddess" until she declared the lesson over and retreated along with several other watching Vuda who were similarly shrouded in their cloaks. 

After a full month of walking, the troop made it to the Great River. Two large river boats were waiting for them, crewed by men of the nation who seemed more at ease with the Vuda than any other than the priests that Elde had seen. 

For twelve days the river carried them south before they came to a large lake where there was a small trading outpost and a long set of docks near where the river fed in. Elde managed to find a spot on deck out of the way as the boat pulled up to moor at the dock. Her eyes were drawn to the almost straight line of the lake's far end and the cloudy column of vapor rising up in the distance. 

Elde tried to look chipper as she took up her pack and a few bundles handed her by the sailors down the gangplank to the shore. She deposited the bundles in a growing pile on the dock and then went to stand aside on the shore itself where the other Chosen were assembling directed by the Vuda. She noticed that the trade outpost was manned by a few Vuda and by her people as well. These weren't men in brief contact, like the sailors, but people who could only be Chosen! She wasn't the only one who had made that connection; all of them peered at the people working the dock and the trading post. 

She wasn't sure what she was looking for or what she expected but the people working there were surprisingly normal. Some looked happy, some sad, most were focused on their tasks but seemed pleasant enough. Their clothes were of a similar cut and style to those back home but made of lighter fabric and all were garbed as though it were near summer; from the heat and wetness in the air, an apt comparison. There was one thing that stood out about them; every one wore a leather collar around the base of their neck that buckled over the main artery with a simple but stylized fastening. The clasps were not all the same; Elde noticed three distinctly different ones on the men and women working the docks and the outpost. 

"They must show who..." Elde spoke the thought out loud and let it trail off out of not being sure what word to use.

"Yes," she heard Caria say beside her. "Good, Elde. Those show the household the Hestians belong to. You'll all have one after the Presentation. They have finer marks up close that give more information but you can't really see that from here." 

"Hestians," she repeated. It was a new word to her. "Is that the name for-"

"What you'll become, Elde Walker," Captain Arista's voice cut the thought off. "It means "hearth tender" in the holy tongue." Elde blinked and looked to see the leader of the band striding towards them. How could she be that big and sneak like that? In the captain's wake the male Chosen came. Behind on her right was Lan, his face vaguely concerned until he caught sight of Elde and then he smiled for a moment before his expression grew more troubled. 

"Lan!" She pushed away her uncertain thoughts and rushed past the bemused Arista to throw herself against her cousin's strong, sturdy chest. Elde felt him stiffen a bit as if she'd touched a sore spot but his arms went about her all the same. "I missed you." She looked up at him and really noted his expression for the first time. "Are you all right?" 

"Our training was, ah," he glanced at the towering figure of Arista who was watching the interaction of the two kinsmen, "very physically intense, that's all. In a way I'm not quite used to yet." 

"But you will be," Arista said. She was wearing her helm so her face could not be seen well but Elde could hear the smile in her voice. "You did much better than I hoped you would. But for the time being, we must be on the move once we are properly provisioned. I intend to make it down the cliffs today. Now, attend to your packs, the both of you. We'll be on our way within the hour." 

It was more than an hour but not by much. The Chosen and most of their escort got underway, parting company with both the sailors and the Vuda and Hestians at the outpost. The lead Vuda at the trading post assured the captain they'd be back for the Presentation before they left, which made Elde feel a bit humble. This ceremony for them was so important that all the people here would leave just to attend? 

Sena and a few other Vuda had taken lighter packs and left almost immediately after disembarking once they took something from Ies. She learned from asking Lan that Ies had all the lessons they had but was also put to work copying pages that contained the information about the Chosen into a book. 

The lake flew off into nothing and fell down in a roaring, gleaming, foaming arc over air before sheer cliffs. As far as she could see it was green with towering trees broken by patches of water, the cut of the river and the snaking streams that flowed out from it, and a few cleared roads. It was bordered by cliffs like the one they stood on now; lush, wet forest surrounded by the rocky folds that were steepest and sharpest here and yet went on for all that she could see. In the middle distance there were clear spaces that were more regular and familiar to her; fields and the shapes of houses and barns. Beyond these was a city far larger than any town any of the Chosen save those from the capital had ever seen. It was too far to make out properly but there was a high wall around it and within were many buildings dominated by two structures; a long hall with a roof that shone like steel in the daylight and a tall tower of dusky stone that rose high into sky as it to pierce it. 

The Chosen all stared in wonder; though wonderstruck, they felt a twinge of worry. That was their destination and the end of all their lives as they had been. "Behold, sisters, and our people yet to be," Arista called out. "Where great Vudamali entered the Earth and seeded her with all life! Where we nearly failed until we found the world beyond and those who would give us a future to shield theirs with our bodies! Where life once hard is now sweet, where our pain in service becomes pleasure. Home," she sighed, "Home, at last, may the spirits of our fallen in the foe-lands find this sight as we." 

Caria grinned, "You should become a poet when you retire, Captain. But shouldn't we move on?" 

Arista looked down at her second, "It moves your heart as deeply, Caria, even if your tongue doesn't run away with you as mine does." Then she squared her shoulders, "But I am not a poet yet; captain still and we have the last leg ahead. Onward, then!" 

That night, Arista came to the Chosen before sending them to their tents. "There is no lesson tonight, nor the next few days. There will be much to learn as ever in life, but you will have lessons as you are taken into your new households and your new lives begin." She paused a moment, eyes sweeping the group. "It will ring empty to many of you, but do not fear. You will be our companions and our kin and we will honor and cherish you. Now, to bed. Remember what you have learned and your devotions; at the Presentation, your knowledge will be tested in the most intense and intimate of ways. If you have not made ready...it will be a sore trial." 

They journeyed for three days through the lands of the Vuda. Other groups were traveling as well; Vuda and Hestians from the outlying farms and watchpoints coming for the Presentation. Some had to stay behind by necessity t but it was law that one could not miss the Presentation two years in a row unless excused by the priests. The nights were full of strange noises and not all came from the forest; there were soft grunts and moans from the boys' tents as they continued to practice the secretive worship of Vudamali that they had been taught on the boats. Elde did hers as well; kissing and licking and caressing her idol and taking it into her mouth and deeper into her throat to draw as much of the holy object into her as she could bear. She felt she was doing well; each evening she could do a bit more, she could almost get the base to rest against her lips. 




Chosen for Vudamali



The third day, they camped within sight of the city and the tops of some of the buildings could be seen even from that distance; particularly the steely hall and the rising tower. The troop stopped before they normally would at a spot that was clearly prepared; stores were set by and there were wagons waiting with teams of strong horses. The meal that night was larger than any they had taken in their journey yet; a thick stew of pork and vegetables, bread baked that very day in the city, fruit, and wine. The Chosen were instructed to eat their fill and then get to bed; the next day would be long, glorious to be sure, but they would need their strength. 

When she woke, the Vuda were already up and the rest of the camp cleared away and put into the wagons. They were all armed and armored as always but their breastplates, and every bit of metal on them, gleamed from being freshly polished. Their boots were cleaned and there was no causal greeting called out by any of them; they stood in formation, silent and daunting. 

Captain Arista was in front of them, her red feathered helm upon her head, a majestic figure as she towered over the Chosen and her own soldiers alike. "Chosen! The day of destiny is upon you. You will enter the city as the first of your kind did." She gestured to the wagons, "Borne from your homes by us, bound and blinded so as not to flee, until wisdom and tradition and honor took root and brought awareness of the greatness of this exchange between us. Do not fear. This is ceremony and tradition. You will be taken within and made ready for your Presentation. Obey those who guide you and master your worry as best you can. This day, this wonderful day, you will finally be ours." There was a joyous heat in her voice at that word and Elde swore her eyes lingered on herself and Lan. "We will take and give joy to you, the will of Vudamali and your God will be carried out, we will be joined, and all that is good will be strengthened in it. Silence now. Do not speak until you are bidden." 

They were split into groups and taken to the wagons. Before stepping up into their wagon, each had a white blindfold tied over their eyes and their hands were loosely bound with a soft cotton cord. The wagons lurched forward in darkness and she felt her stomach flutter. Oh, God. This was it. 

She whimpered and reached for the hands of Lan, her cousin seated beside her. Her smaller, softer hands found his larger rough ones and squeezed. He drew her to rest against him and felt his lips press a kiss to the top of her head. He did not speak as they had been bidden but she felt his words. It'll be all right. Don't be afraid. 

When the wagon came to a jittery stop, there was the sound of many people approaching. Caria's familiar voice spoke, "Come out now, Chosen, nice and slow. You'll be taken to be prepared for the Presentation. Obey your minders, you may speak to them while you are alone but once you leave their company, you have to be silent again." 

Elde shivered and pressed herself against Lan. His strong hands gave hers a firm squeeze and then he sighed. His form shifted and rose beside her and he was gone, moving away to be led off for preparation. Elde carefully stood and made her way to the end of the wagon where hands helped her down and took hers. They were soft and warm, smaller than a man's or a Vuda's. "Come with me, Elde," said a happy voice that was naggingly familiar. She knew that voice but couldn't quite place it. "We must get you cleaned and ready. Oh, what a day you will have!" 

Elde was led away from the others into a building, that familiar voice urging her to step up a few times before entering. Whatever was under her feet felt solid; stone, maybe? They took a few turns before she heard a door shutting behind her and then the hands holding hers gave them a squeeze. "Here we are!" The air here was warmer than outside and thick with moisture. "Let me get you undone. Such a silly tradition but that's how the goddess wants it!" 

The cord was pulled free with a faint rustle and then the blindfold was untied and pulled off. Elde blinked her eyes a few times and peered about her for a moment; the room was small and the stone floor had a pool set in it that steamed with freshly poured water. The pool was large enough that four people could sit in it with some space between them. There were towels set near it as well as a number of bottles and two lumps of soap on a leather thong, one smaller than the other. 

She took all that in with one glance before focusing on the woman who was in front of her looking her over with a smile. "Elde Walker, as I live and breathe, I was surprised to see your name in the record but I'm happy to see you again. You've grown up so much in just a few years!" She shook her head, curly brown hair falling to her neck and dark eyes bright and merry. "I don't know if you remember me-"

"Ronil," Elde breathed. "Of course! I knew I recognized your voice!" She felt a rush of excitement and no small amount of comfort at seeing someone she knew. "It's so good to see you again! I thought, well, what anyone would!" She reached out and the two young women met in an embrace. 

Ronil was two years older than Elde and had been apprenticed to the apothecary; she'd been Chosen two years ago and taken away by the Vuda. The two girls had come to know one another well, the healer did a great deal of business with Ronil's master. Elde remembered her as a serious girl, often sullen, but well meaning. She was pretty and had a modest body that she'd always kept well-honed and trim, enhancing her overall appearance. Elde stepped back from the hug and looked her over; she was different in some way. She seemed cheery and there was a sense of general happiness about her that was different from the girl Elde remembered. She looked a little different too; which was only to be expected but then Elde noticed the swell of her stomach. "Oh, my God! Ronil, you're...?"

"Yes!" She beamed and rubbed her stomach with one hand, "I've only been showing for the last month. Isn't it wonderful?" 

"Yes, congratulations!" Elde smiled, "Will I get to meet your husband?" 

Ronil's expression was bemused, "Not exactly." Her left hand lifted to run over the collar fitted around her neck and her fingers lingered on the clasp, which looked rather like some sort of antlered animal. "But you will meet the one whose child I'm carrying, I'm sure. Now, off with those clothes and into the bath," she clapped her hands, her manner become very much like the serious apprentice Elde remembered. "I've got to get you ready for the Presentation and getting you clean is just the start!"

"But-" 

"No buts!" Ronil shook her head, "Undress and into the water!" 

Elde bit back her questions and nodded, beginning to pull off her clothes. A proper bath sounded heavenly. Ronil took her clothes and folded them simple and set them along a wall. "My, you really have grown up!" Ronil chuckled as Elde blushed, "You didn't have those the last time I saw you." She took the last article of clothing, "Good, in you go!" 

Elde stepped into the hot water and moaned as it lapped over her body, the heat sinking into her muscles. She found the pool had a kind of bench in the stone about three fourths of the way down and sat down, leaning back and letting the hot water cover her up to the neck. She heard Ronil moving and the rustle of cloth but ignored it; the glorious feeling of hot water was just too much to take her senses away from. A few moments later, the water rose as Ronil joined her in the bath, the pregnant Hestian now bare as well. "Take a minute or two just to luxuriate; it feels so good after the road. I remember what it was like myself. The baths are a perk of living here; I hope you get to stay within the walls." 

Elde didn't answer. Her friend's words had pulled her out of the spell of the bath and reminded her of what was waiting for her. The rest of her life to be decided for her and a collar for her neck to show she was owned. It made her shiver even in the hot water. She knew that the Hestians weren't slaves but they were far from free. And yet...Ronil was never happy before. Was it being with child? Or was it more than that? Was it her new life that made the serious girl smile and her eyes dance? 

Ronil let her soak for a few minutes before starting to wash her. It was embarrassing at first but it soon became a decadent delight. The soapy cloth being guided over her body by the apothecary's skilled hands scoured off dirt and grime but also rubbed away soreness and polished her smooth skin to a healthy glow. She flushed as the other woman lathered her breasts, commenting on how nice and big they were, how she wished her own were more like that. Elde flushed and responded that Ronil's were nice and pert, just the right shape and size. The collared woman smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, letting her lips linger a few moments, her modest tits and swollen belly brushing the younger's wet body. Then she was back to washing, humming merrily.

Her hair was washed as well and thoroughly combed. Then Ronil had her sit by the side of the tub as she used a different soap to lather up her legs, armpits, and to Elde's shock, her...her private place before producing a shining razor. Elde's eyes went wide but Ronil just laughed and told her not to worry, she'd done this plenty of times! It was clearly true as with easy, skilled strokes, Ronil denuded the younger woman's body of hair.

Elde then lay down on a towel by the waterside and watched as Ronil took one of the bottles and poured some thick looking liquid into her hands before placing them on Elde. She gasped at the feeling and then let out a moan that made her flush as Ronil's hands began to move to rub the oil over and into her skin. She kneaded it into her back, her shoulders, her legs, her ass, and it felt sooo good! Elde turned over when prompted and the front of her body got the same treatment, the younger woman blushing and biting her lower lip to keep from making wanton sounds as her breasts were readied. When Ronil touched between her legs, she almost jumped off the towel and, but the older girl laughed and eased her back down, promising she wouldn't do anything bad but Elde needed to be ready all over. 

She relaxed again, "I don't understand why I'd need to be-ohhh!" 

Ronil grinned at the younger woman, her ring and index fingers having spread Elde's labia and her middle finger carefully probing into the sweet flesh. "I think you'll be fine. You're nice and warm and wet down here. And...oh, you're a virgin? Oh, Elde! What an honor to Vudamali you are!" 

She frowned as Ronil removed her hand and took up one of the other bottles. "I don't understand." 

"It's all right, you will. Now stand up, we're almost done." 

"I'm getting very tired of hearing things like that," she grumbled. She stood nonetheless and then spread her legs when Ronil gently pushed on them. The Hestian poured yet another syrup-like substance onto her hands and then began to rub it over Elde's body. The oil before had sank warmth into her muscles and given her body a smooth and almost shiny finish; this brought a tingling sensitivity as it was rubbed over her, Ronil pausing several times to pour more of it onto her hands as she went from the bottom up to again caress the younger girl's entire body. She even did her face, instructing Elde to close her eyes as the stuff was rubbed into her chin, her cheeks, forehead, nose. 

Ronil stepped back and looked her over, "You look gorgeous. How do you feel?" 

"I feel...relaxed." It surprised her. She should be nervous, about to scream with anxiety over her whole future being stolen away, and she did but oddly faintly and distant. Instead she felt at ease; her body loose, limber, and warm. More than warm, wanting. Her skin yearned to be touched again, especially on her breasts or...or down there. "And I feel warm inside. I don't know how to describe it. I want to feel...more. More of what I felt when you," she stopped speaking and felt her cheeks heat.

The pregnant woman beamed, "Then you're ready. Just a few last things." She took up the last of the flasks that had sat beside the bath and broke the wax seal, holding it out to Elde. "Drink this while I fetch your Presentation wrap, then I'll dress you and lead you out." 

Elde paused with the bottle's mouth just touching her lower lip, "What is it?" It smelled like licorice and ginseng, she thought, and a few other things. 

There were faint sounds of the other woman rummaging through something. "It's a tincture to help you stay calm but also to prevent any confusion resulting from the Presentation. Otherwise, there'd be no telling who was whose and we can't have that. Lineage and succession disputes are even messier here than in our history, from what I'm told." 

"I thought the collars showed that." Elde pursed her lips and then grimaced, "This is another thing you'll say I will understand later, isn't it?"

"That's right! I'm glad you're getting it." There was a teasing edge to Ronil's voice as she came back into view carrying a length of scarlet cloth and a water skin in her hands. "Drink it, Elde. It won't hurt, it doesn't taste bad for medicine, and you must do so before you can be Presented."

Elde felt a brief rebellion stirring in her stomach but then quashed it. The Vuda had been very kind to her. She wasn't sure she should but she trusted them. The auburn haired beauty lifted the bottle to her lips and drank the contents in a series of long, slow pulls. It wasn't too bad but there was enough licorice aftertaste that it made her shiver as she set the empty bottle down. 

"Good!" Ronil took the bottle and set it by the bath and then gave her the water skin, "Get the taste out of your mouth and then drink a bit. You'll want to have some water in you." Elde nodded and took several mouthfuls of clean water. "All right, legs spread, arms up, let's get you dressed."

Calling her dressed afterward was a bit generous. The wrap was a long piece of a soft red silk that was split into two about halfway up its' length. Ronil slid it between her legs, arranging the strip to cover Elde's sex and then took the split one up the Chosen's front. Each length went over her tits, slightly lifting them up and together, barely covering her areolas before going over her shoulders. Ronil tied the ends together between Elde's shoulder blades in a tight knot, but one that could be undone with a single tug. Her hair was then pulled back and gathered into a loose tail tied with a red ribbon. 

She felt more exposed now than she had while naked. That was just with Ronil but after the other woman stepped back to look her over and gave a few satisfied nods, Elde realized that this was the entirety of the clothing she was to wear for the Presentation. She was appalled and yet that feeling too was distant. She also felt pleased, somehow. She knew she looked very appealing, more rawly sexual than she had even in her life and she...she liked that. She still felt that want for more contact, to be touched, and for something else...something to fill an odd empty ache in her and she knew that the wrap would certainly allow for her to be touched all over with ease.

Ronil re-dressed quickly before stepping to the door of the bathing chamber, "Now, once we're out of the room, you must not speak until one of the Vuda claims you and then when spoken to, all right?" 

Elde nibbled her lower lip. Whatever was in the formulas rubbed on her body or in the drink still kept her from feeling her fear and worry as strongly as she should be but at that moment, their power couldn't keep the negative emotions away fully. She licked her lips, "Ronil, I'm...I'm scared," Elde whispered. "And you...you're so happy. You were never happy. It's not bad but..."

Ronil nodded. "It's true, I'm not the girl you knew, not fully. But we all change and grow with time. Remember, the greatest lie is that things stay the same." Her eyes were distant, her mind in the past. "The Presentation, the next few months, will be full of change and you'll change too. But it's wonderful, this life. And there's more choice than you think. We're not Vuda but we become their kin and keep everything that is theirs while they go and fight. They're not foolish enough to think they can leave us care of their land and property and mistreat us; not if they want to get it back when they return." 

That made sense. And scripture did say that change was inherently good, that one should never cease in becoming more and a different person. "It'll be all right?"

"It will be so much better than all right," Ronil answered and her voice rang with fervor. Elde's heart was still unsure but she had no doubt that the former apprentice believed everything she had just said. 

"Then...then lead me out. I'm ready to be Presented." 

Ronil reached out to give her hand a squeeze and then turned and went out into the hallway. Elde followed, and as they went, she began to hear the sound of speech; not individual voices or words but a great humming of conversation that seemed to leak down through the wood and stone above them. 

Ronil led her to a great wooden door and then stopped, looking back. "When we go out, I will place you into a line with the other Chosen. You will stand there until you are called and claimed and then that Vuda will guide you to where you will be Presented. It'll seem scary at first but be brave and know that you are about to have the most incredible experience of your life!" 

Elde nodded and then took a deep breath as Ronil rapped hard on the door and it was opened by a Vuda wearing highly polished and ornate gear; like that the ones who had escorted her wore but much more ostentatiously decorated and polished to gleaming brightness. Elde could feel the eyes of the warrior on her as she passed and felt a stir of both fear and excitement. 

The door opened out into a sheltered doorway and then onto a great open space. She could see now that the building was built around a large oval space where there were no permanent structures; large enough that three of her town's square could fit within it and have a bit of space at the edges. A cloth had been laid to form a path to where the other Chosen stood. On either side of the path were strange chairs; they were u- shaped and had no back. Seated upon them were Vuda; they wore silken robes that were fastened loosely and exposed swathes of lovely skin and hard muscle, yet clung to their curves and most were wearing jewelry; necklaces, rings, armlets and bracelets wrought of silver and gold. She recognized Captain Arista and Caria, but the rest were strangers. There was one larger and more ornate chair with a low back on either side of the path that were put out ahead of the others. 

The Vuda in them were dressed differently than all the others. The one in the throne to the right of the walkway wore a robe of gold cinched with a chain of gold set with gems. There was no silver gleam from her jewelry and much of it was set with stones of many colors save for one item. A crown-like circle of steel, polished to gleaming, adorned her head and forced her glossy, ink-black hair to pour down her neck and back. She was stunningly beautiful; her features regal and strong but utterly feminine with lush lips and steel gray eyes that were commanding and keen. Her skin was a few shades darker than Arista's, or the other Vuda Elde had seen. Her robe could not fully close over her breasts. 

The one on the left was dressed in a robe of the same cut but it was of cotton rather than silk and was bleached a dazzling white that seemed to glow in the rays of the sun overhead. Her ornaments were carved of ivory and wooden and bone rather than metal. Her brown eyes, wise and intense, took Elde in as she passed. Her hair was a rich chestnut though she was starting to gray. She looked older than any of the other Vuda but Elde would not place her much past forty years; she had none of the tightness of skin nor the wrinkles or lines that came to older women. She had the same trim fitness of the other Vuda, but her figure was the lushest of all, her chest practically falling out of her robe as the fabric strained to contain her and her plush ass similarly tightened the long skirt of the robe. 




Chosen for Vudamali



On the edge of the open space were small, squat structures whose purpose escaped her but past that the building curved away and was filled with seats; some chairs like those set on the floor and some long, curving benches. They went all the way around the open space and were filled with people. Vuda and Hestians alike were there and it was their speech that had sunk down through the stones to Elde's ears earlier. Her eyes widened and her mind reeled as she took in the immensity of the crowd; tens of thousands of people must be here! And all of them were looking at her! And the other Chosen, she had to remember that. She had to remember that or she feared she might faint. 

The others were arrayed in a line in front of her, facing the Vuda. All the girls wore the same wrap she did, exposing their young, fresh bodies to the sun and to the throng. She noted that only four others wore a red one as she did though;, all the others were green. The boys had a band of fabric that went about their hips and underslung their maleness. She recognized Ies and noted with surprise how fit his body was and how the red cloth he wore bulged. Behind the line of the Chosen was a two tiered stage that rose above the floor with two large staircases leading to it. On the stage were a few dozen pieces of furniture; each was a shelf a foot and a half wide and twice that as long supported by a thick central column. The shelves had then cushions on them and before each was another of the backless u-shaped chairs. A tier ran down the middle of the stage that was perhaps five feet higher than the front or back of it and was set with the same furniture though far fewer of them that the other two sections. 

Ronil leaned in and gestured, whispering as she did so, "Fall into line there, the others should be out soon. I'll be with my lady in the stands above the door. Look for me there if you need courage but you'll be fine. I'm so happy for you!" Then she straightened and walked away to leave Elde alone. 

Her mind was paralyzed by the spectacle, by the raw scope of this structure and the mass of humanity within it but she heard and nodded numbly. Her legs moved forward as if of their own accord and she took her place in line. Her breathing was heavy and her wrap strained against her tits as they heaved. She was afraid and felt again that same shame she'd felt when on display in the town square so long ago but they were both less, somehow. She felt that other feeling too; that excitement. That dark, naughty delight at being so exposed and so seen but that emotion wasn't muted. No, it was a dozen times stronger. The knowledge that the eyes of an entire people were on her brought not stark terror but anticipation and wicked satisfaction. Her stiff nipples rubbed against the silk of her wrap and her sex was wet against it. A quick glance down the line showed her that she was not the only one so affected. 

Her heart jumped when Lan came out into the sun and she felt her cheeks heat as well; his body was toned and mighty and she felt that urge to be touched and have her empty ache filled surge inside her. His eyes met hers and then she noted his taking in the whole sight of her. His eyes were hot and she felt a fierce joy as she noted that his green loincloth was bulging more than it had before. 

Finally the last Chosen was in place. The Vuda in white stood up from her chair and walked to stand before the Chosen, her arms lifted and the crowd fell silent. "All praise and glory to Vudamali and her grace fall on us! May her blessings fill our hearths with life and joy!" There was a cheer at that. It faded as she raised her hands once more. "Again we must remember that we are one people made of two by the will and the wisdom of the goddess and the god of our Hestian kin and their far nation. Before we take them and fill them with her blessing, let us remember how this has come, how two became one, how wisdom triumphed over brutality and raised a greater strength than the world has ever seen!" 

Elde knew this was something she should pay attention to. But she knew the story from her nation's side. The Vuda had once raided them and other nations for slaves but then both the Vuda and her nation came under attack from outsiders. So their king went to the Vuda's ruler and proposed the agreement; the Vuda would protect the nation and the nation would supply them with favorable trade and arm them. The combined group crushed the invaders and drove them back but knew they would return. The Vuda could fight them but there were not enough of them. And so the agreement was deepened and the first Chosen went to live among the Vuda. 

Elde's ears caught on something new to her though; the other side of the story. "And we must never forget, never be prideful enough, to think ourselves greater than those who become ours and their kin who remain apart. We would have perished without their blood mingling with ours. The houses were few and the goddess' blessing gives much seed but it is loath to grow in of another Vuda; only with those who are one can we who are two truly prosper and grow our new sisters. But with them our numbers have swelled and our strength is greater than ever! They are our hearth and without them our fire would have long ago died. Never forget what we owe! Vudamali, hear us!" 

There was thunderous approval and jubilation from the crowd. As they cheered, a new figure emerged from the far door and walked down the path. It was a man and though he wore the collar of a Hestian, he was also dressed as a priest. He paused to incline his head to the Vuda in gold and shared a brief embrace with the one in white before walking past the Chosen and ascending up to the stage. He crossed to stand at the midpoint of the northern edge and held up a bound book. "The Chosen become the hearth through the blessing of Vudamali, given unto them and presented before us as fully claimed and joined. Those Vuda who have brought glory to our people, who have earned the right, may have that greatest of honors of blessing them and taking them into their houses." 

He opened the book and called out, "Pallas Zosime!" The crowd cheered as the Vuda in the gold robe stood from her throne-like chair. She turned a slow circle, one arm raised, to acknowledge the throng before she strode forward with confident steps. She had two names; none of the other Vuda Elde had met were like that. They hadn't covered naming conventions in her lessons; maybe one was her house's name? She was clearly the ruler here by her dress and wealth, maybe one was a title? ...Why was she thinking about that at a time like this? 

Pallas Zosime seemed to be looking for someone in the line; those sword blade eyes sweeping from one end towards the other until they fell on Elde. The healer in training felt the blood draining from her face as the regal woman approached. It...it couldn't be. She couldn't be chosen first, in front of everyone, and not by the Queen! Her eyes were wide as she looked up at the majestic leader; Pallas was not so tall as Arista but still was at least a full hand taller than Elde. "You are Elde Walker, the healer. Nod if it is so." Elde jerked her head up and down with a sharp motion. "Good. Elde Walker, you are mine now." Her hands, strong as any Vuda's she'd touched but softer, rested on the Chosen's shoulders.

The crowd let out a fresh cheer, as did the seated Vuda, many in the audience crying out congratulations or commenting on the choice. Elde stared up at her new liege in stunned silence and shocked numbness. Pallas' eyes were understanding, though there was also a strange hunger in them that seemed to call out that to that unusual warm empty itch she'd felt inside. "It will be all right, my girl," she said softly. "You will bring much prestige and wealth to the royal house and I will care for you. Arista has spoken to me also of your kin...should it fall out as I expect, you will be able to see him often. But the Presentation is not yet over. Follow me now." 

The ruler of the Vuda took Elde's right hand and pulled her out of line and into step behind her. They mounted one of the sets of steps up to the stage. As they passed the priest, he made a benediction over Elde and then turned back to face the crowd and called another name, "Dianthe of Vudamali!" Elde saw the Vuda in the plain white robe stand before she turned her face to follow Pallas Zosime up the second set of stairs to the raised section in the middle of the stage. Pallas led her to one of the sets of furniture and then motioned for her to stand before the smaller piece so she was in full view for the moment. Elde did so, her heart pounding in her chest as she sat there and felt as if all the eyes in the world were boring into her. Her chest heaved and her breathing quickened; stilling a moment as Pallas slipped behind her and ran her strong hands down Elde's neck in a gentle caress.

"I knew you would be mine when I saw you in the book," the queen of the Vuda said. "Your record is impressive but it was the drawing of you, did you know it was there? It was that which made me want you." Her hands had continued to move, stroking and massaging the girl's neck and shoulders, her upper back, slipping to caress down to just above the swell of her breasts before retreating. 

Four more matches had been made. Elde glanced over to see the busty Dianthe at the far end of the raised stage section and felt a bit of surprise to see the slender form of Ies seated in front of her. The white robed Vuda was stroking and petting him, as was still happening to her, but Dianthe was closer to him, rubbing her body against his. Her enormous breasts mashed against his shoulders and neck and she was grinding her robe covered loins against his ass. Ies' cheeks were flushed and his wrap bulging but his expression was odd. It was that of a man who had found that a calculation he had made was correct but was surprised with the outcome nonetheless. The upper tier was fully populated now and she realized she would have an excellent view of all the other Chosen and their new lieges from here.

"Arista of House Arias!" The familiar name brought her gaze forward again. Arista looked less intimidating but the soft robe looked somehow out of place on her. The towering beauty rose from her seat and walked forward with no hesitation, no deciding inspection of the Chosen, but straight to Lan. Elde shifted a bit on her seat, rubbing her thighs together as her eyes moved over her cousin's body and she felt another surge of that hot, wet itch. She had been so nervous before she hadn't seen him. God, his body was so well muscled, toned, his skin shining a bit from the oil. His ass! She'd never really noticed before but his butt looked so good!

Pallas leaned down, "I'm glad it worked out that way. Arista said she'd decided on him when he was first Chosen. He does have a sweet ass, I'll give him that." Elde nodded with a deep blush. "So do you, sweetling. But, Arista and I are good friends. You'll be able to see him as much as you wish."

The relief she felt was almost embarrassing. In part because she'd almost forgotten about the possibility of losing Lan in her own nerves. "Thank you." She looked up at the ruler of the Vuda, "Thank you, I'll make it up to you, I swear! You're so generous!"

Pallas' smirked, "And you haven't even seen it yet." At Elde's confused look, the queen shook her head, "Just a little joke, you'll understand soon." 

Elde turned her face to see Arista leading Lan to one of the furniture sets clearly in her line of sight. The captain caught her eye and grinned, murmuring something to Lan. Her cousin raised his gaze to her and his blush was gratifying but he gave her a smile, nodding. He knew too; that was good. Even though he was a strong willed person, it must give him comfort at knowing they wouldn't be sundered. 

As the last few pairs made their way to the stations, Elde felt a change in the mood of the crowd, in the very air. A growing tension, a hungry anticipation that she felt welling up in her as well. That desire for touch and for something more seemed to blossom inside her, radiating from between her legs. She found herself shifting her weight to press into Pallas' exploratory caresses and a glance back showed an approving look on the face of her new liege. 

As the last of the pairs took their place, the priest closed the book he had carried in and raised his hands high. The crowd quieted and a feeling on anticipation filled the air just as much as the noise had. "Let us see the bounty that God has brought to us!" 

Elde heard an odd growl in Pallas' chest as one of her hands moved to the knot holding Elde's wrap together, "Finally." She tugged and it came undone. The girl stiffened as the scanty garment was pulled away to leave her fully naked before thousands. Below she could see the same thing happening to the other Chosen and a quick glance to her right showed that those on the tier with her had been bared as well. Elde blushed deeply and her exposed tits heaved with quick breaths. Her nipples were hard despite her shock and embarrassment and her shaved slit glistened with its own wetness that was somehow distinct from the sheen the oil had put on the rest of her skin. The other girls were in the same state as her eyes darted over the stage below and each of the boys stood with their manhood proud and thickened. Now that their wraps were gone, she could also see that each boy had a round something sitting between their butt cheeks. There was a rolling low murmur from the crowd; a restrained enjoyment at the sight of so much lovely young flesh. 

The priest raised his voice again. "Let the blessing of Vudamali be revealed in fullness! Let those who are now ours take their place from the blessing!" 

"Turn around, Elde, and kneel on the seat," Pallas whispered. Before she turned, Elde could see the Chosen on the lower level doing exactly that, no doubt their own lieges giving the same instructions. "Oh, I have waited for this for days, my prize," she cooed. 

Elde felt her heart beating faster as she turned and knelt on the low seat before Pallas. The Vuda beauty towered over her and there was a strange but delicious rightness to be on her knees before her. Pallas' hands went to the fastenings of her robe and as they gave way it parted more and more, pushed open by her curves and its' own shape. Lastly she reached down to deftly unbuckle the belt of gold chain that held it fully closed and let it fall heavily to the stage. She took the edges and pulled the robe open to let it slide down her arms to hang from her elbows and Elde's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in wordless shock as the crowd roared approval. 

Pallas' body was gorgeous, no doubt, her large breasts high, firm, and rounded, her legs sleek and shapely, her arms muscled yet feminine, her stomach flat and taut. Darker nipples stood out from her tits but Elde was only dimly aware of them as she stared straight ahead at the Vuda's crotch. Hanging between her legs was a thick, long shaft of flesh crowned by a bulbous head, all sitting atop a large sack that hung heavy with big balls. It was a man's...and yet clearly Pallas was no man, but it...it was huge and not even thickened! The shape was unmistakable and clearly the basis for the idol she had been given to practice her worship on. Her eyes ran over it in mute astonishment and awe and she noted that at the base it was bound by one of the Hestian collars that had been fixed around it and her scrotum. 

"Take your place from my blessing," Pallas said and her voice seemed to throb with want, "and put it on. Free me to join yourself to us." 

Elde looked up at her for a few moments and then back at the mighty phallus not even a foot from her face. She licked her lips out of nerves and out of something else. She'd licked and sucked and tasted the idol; what would that feel like? What would it taste like? She could smell a musky, strong scent coming from it that sent a pulse of heat through her from her increasingly wet sex. She lifted her hands, glad they only trembled slightly, and carefully ran her fingers over the collar to seek its clasp. Pallas moaned softly as Elde couldn't help but brush her member and her sack as she found the collar cinched tight but not greatly so. It unfastened easily and she pulled it open; Pallas let out a sighing groan as the leather released her and her rod twitched and started to rise. Elde stared at it in wonder as it lengthened, thickened, and stiffened before her eyes now that it was not constricted. 

It was almost touching her lips now it had grown so big; the bulbous head having an odd purplish hue that made it darker than the rest of Pallas' member. The slit seemed to pulse and a clear liquid oozed out to run down the edge of the proud crown. That smell was stronger now; filling her nose with the heady aroma. She felt even warmer and that desire for touch was stronger than she'd ever felt it. "I love that expression," Pallas purred. "Awestruck, shamed but aroused, so very sweet on your pretty face, my girl. Put the collar on, Elde. Then you'll get what you want." 

What she wanted? The thought threw her only a moment. She did want it. That proud, throbbing prick; whether due to the treatment or the training she'd been given, she knew with clarity that what she'd been feeling since the bath was want. Elde looked up and slipped the leather about her throat. It was warm from being around Pallas' cock and carried a faint whiff of that tantalizing smell. Elde made it fast but not tight, knowing she would need to breathe easily. The click of the clasp made her shiver and her hands trembled as they fell away from the secured collar. "I-I'm yours." 

"And you want to be, don't you?" Pallas straightened her arms to let her robe slide off to the stage, "You want to be mine and to take me inside of you, don't you?"

"Y-yes." She could feel herself blushing and she felt shame at admitting it but knew without a doubt it was true. "Yes, I do." 

Pallas grinned, "Show me then. Worship my sign of Vudamali as you have been taught. Worship my cock, you wonderful girl." 

A tremor of mingled delight and shame went through her but she nodded and then looked back at the rigid pillar of flesh in front of her face. She heard the crowd starting to cheer and whistle and glanced to her left to see the delicate and petite girl who'd been selected third running her pink tongue down the underside of the shaft of the Vuda general who'd taken her. Beyond her, Ies's lips were stretched around Dianthe's thickness as the priestess fed her rod into his eager mouth. Elde turned back to Pallas, her heart pounding, thrilled and terrified both, and pressed forward the half inch of distance between them to kiss the head of her liege's shaft tenderly. 

The crowd roared approval as the musky smell filled her anew and her lips were wetted with a salty, tangy substance. She licked them clean and then rolled her tongue to swirl it around and over the swollen glans. Pallas drew in a hissing breath and let her head fall back, "Oh, yes, that's a good start, my girl. Keep going. Show me your devotions." The approval of her new ruler gave her a warm feeling but Elde paid it little heed. She drew her mouth down the right side of the shaft, bathing it with feathery licks all the while. Reaching the base, she dipped her head and kissed the low hanging balls, the act drawing a moan from Pallas. The smell was stronger here and Elde could see past the heavy sack a glistening slit like she herself possessed. Man and woman combined, the Vuda were impossible, amazing. No wonder they were so mighty!

She licked and kissed the seed laden balls for a minute or more before she shifted to make her way back up the left side of Pallas' dick as she had the right. When she reached the head her tongue danced and rolled over it, capturing more of her pre as it seeped from the hungry rod. She couldn't believe how good this felt. It was wicked and dirty, especially in front of so many, of the entire civilization almost, but she found she more than liked it. This feeling, wanton delight entwined with lustful shame made her feel incredible. Elde opened her mouth and sighed as Pallas chuckled and pressed her hips forward to push her head into the wet warmth of the girl's mouth. 




Chosen for Vudamali



Elde's lips stretched around her girth but she kept them light as she'd been told to do. She had the head and perhaps an inch in her mouth; it was so hot! It was hard and yet spongy and she could feel vitality pulsing through it. She started to suckle on the fat prick, her cheeks drawing inward. Pallas groaned and laid a hand on her head, fingers twining through and gripping her russet locks. Elde felt another surge of sinful happiness at that and pushed herself forward onto the invading flesh. Pallas was longer and thicker than the practice idol she'd been given but it should be the same idea. She could take her, would take her, all of her. 

Pallas nibbled her lower lip as she watched the ripe bodied teen fill her face with more of her dick, "That's good, girl. Take it slow now, but, ohh, just like that, take it all in before you really start to suck. Take me deep into you, fill your throat with my cock." 

Elde felt the head brush the back of her throat and jerked slightly, feeling a sudden pressure and then stinging as her eyes watered. She shut them and breathed deeply through her nose; she had this with the idol too the first few times she'd tried to swallow it all. She'd overcome it then, she could now. Elde stilled her body's impulses and then made a low, guttural gagging noise as she forced another few inches of meat into her all at once to ram past the gag point. More and more slid between her lips and Elde boggled at the marvel of her length; it seemed endless! She could feel the hot rod pushing down her neck and wondered if a bulge could be seen from it. Then she felt a sudden pressure against her chin and a moment later her nose was mashed against Pallas' body. She squealed in triumph around the huge prick and heard Pallas draw in a sharp breath as the vibration ran up her member. 

Elde stayed there a few moments just to feel this. She heard cheers and felt a rush of pride, hoping they were for her swallowing all of the queen's scepter. It felt almost like she was hung by it as the hardness ran down her throat, perhaps even into her chest. She felt so bad, so much like...like a slut! And she loved that feeling! Elde groaned around the meaty thickness and then started to draw back, spit slicked dick slipping between her lips with a wet slithering sound. She let about half of it out before taking into her gullet again, steadier this time. A second, a third time she pulled back so and took Pallas to the root once more. Each time it was smoother, swifter. Elde continued now, lips sealed tight around the throbbing length, eyes full of whorish pride and devotion as she looked up at her liege's face between the glory of her tits, head bobbing up and down on the lower third of her prick. 

All around her were groans and cries, muttered and shouted oaths, praise and insults, and wet slurping, muffled gagging, meat choked whimpering and weeping. Through it all the audience kept yelling and calling out, whistles and catcalls breaking above the general din in response to a particular moment of oral glory here and there. Elde wondered what they were seeing at those times, wondered if it was because of her, and sucked and slurped and the harder, all the more eagerly, to be the one to get those cheers and make her liege proud. 

"Never, hnn, had a Hestian so good at sucking cock starting out!" Pallas moaned loudly, "This girl loves it! Taking every inch of me over and over! Fuck!" 

Dianthe laughed, "She looks good doing it, my Queen! I'll have to try her! My boy is doing well but it's his ass I want more than his mouth anyway!" 

Elde blinked, even with her throat full of dick. His what? And what did Dianthe mean about-

"Elde," Pallas groaned, cutting off her thought, "relax now, I'm taking over." Both of the queen's hands took hold of her head now and the girl felt a flutter of fear. But she did as bid, halting her motion and relaxing as best she could. Pallas started to move her hips, driving her dick down Elde's throat again and again at her own furious pace. Her thrusts made the pale skinned girl's body rock back, both of their racks bouncing and jiggling from the force of it. Spit began to dribble out of the corners of Elde's mouth and from Pallas' shaft when it was free of that young, lovely face to run down her chin and spatter onto her next and tits. "Yes! Vudamali guided me to you, you sweet slut! Ah! So good! Going to give you all my cock, Elde, and soon, oh, soon! Bless you with my seed! My first load for you! Shoot it into your belly! Feed you my strength before I mark your face with the dregs to claim you as mine!" 

She'd picked up her pace throughout her whole speech, smacking her hips into Elde's face fast and hard enough the girl worried she might get a broken nose. But the rhythm was changing, starting to break up. Pallas let out a cry; the shout of a conquering warlord and thrust her full length down as deep into Elde's throat as she could. The Hestian's eyes went wide as she felt the huge member buried in her swell and then there was a hot spurt of something gooey, thick, greasy squirting into her. 

Elde shuddered and her body acted of its own accord to swallow the streaming bursts of jizz. Pallas drew back as she grunted and her hips bucked and Elde began to taste the salty, hot seed of her liege as it filled her mouth. She gulped again and again but there was so much! It spilled out and down her chin and she felt droplets landing on her jugs. Pallas let out a last shout and pulled her cock fully out of Elde's mouth; the head right in fornt of her face as gout lanced out to streak across her face and then grunted as a last gout splatted up from her chin to halfway up her nose. The crowd was roaring now as the queen let go of her head and took a step back from Elde. The girl coughed and gasped for breath, tasting her owner's cum still coating her tongue and her mouth. 

She looked over at a squeal from her neighbor to see the girl's face being coated in spray after spray of white, greasy cum glazing her features. Past her, Ies pumped Dianthe's cock with both hands, half of her still buried in him. The priestess rubbed her own huge tits as she trembled, chanting, "Drink it all, drink it all, oh, drink it all, you beautiful boy!" 

She half turned to look over her shoulder at the lower tier and saw similar scenes playing out over it. Pairs rested here and there where the Vuda had already cum, but most were just finishing, Hestians having varied success in guzzling the plentiful loads but every one of them getting at least one jet fired onto their faces in full view of everyone in the arena and every deity in creation. She saw Lan leaning back on his knees as Arista stepped up to him, holding the base of her cock in her right hand and rubbing the head over his face, nudging the seed she'd sprayed onto his face over his lips for him to lick up.

Oh, Lan. That shouldn't make her feel so hot. But to see her strong masculine cousin like that; on his knees, jizz on his face, a mighty Vuda cock mastering him, sent a pulse of pleasure through her.

She turned back to Pallas and smiled shyly, "Did," the word came out thickly and she paused to lick her lips and the inside of her mouth for excess cream, gulping another mouthful down. "Did I do well?" 

"Oh, yes. Yes, you did. Vudamali is pleased, and more importantly, so am I." Pallas leaned down and cupped her chin, "you look good on your knees with my cum on your sweet face. But you'll look better impaled on my cock with my seed in your belly." Pallas stepped back, "On your feet and then hop up on this," she patted the strange shelf-like object. 

Elde rose to her feet and pushed herself up onto the table, swinging around after a gesture from Pallas to be sitting facing her new queen. The powerful Vuda ran her hands over the girl's smooth legs and then lifted them apart and up gently, tipping Elde onto her back as she did so. She tilted her head back to get an upside down view of the stage area below; the other Chosen were being positioned as well. Many were on their backs like her but a number were on their stomachs and even a few on one side. Her eyes found Lan as he spread trembling legs and lifted his ass to allow Arista access to it. The captain reached down and she could see an expression that was both grimace and delight on his face as she slowly drew a glistening idol of Vudamali from him. "So that's what those were."

"It's harder for boys to receive us," Pallas said, "so they get extra training and a little preparation. We don't want to harm our new kin, after all." She moved between Elde's legs and they both let out a sighing groan as she rubbed the head of her cock over the collared young woman's steamy slit. Nibbling her lower lip, she shifted the angle to let her length slide along the hot, wet mess, resting and pressing against it. "So ready for dick!" She moved forward until her balls pressed against Elde, laying over the smaller woman's loins and stomach. "Look down, my prize. Look and see how deep I'll be in you." 

Elde propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the spit slick length of Vuda dick that lay on her belly and shivered. It looked so big! "I can't believe it'll be so deep," she breathed. She looked up at Pallas with wide eyes, "Will it really all go in?"

The queen's grin was hungry and wicked, "Oh, yes. You're not my first virgin, Elde. Only the goddess herself will keep me from hilting in you." 

The girl shivered and lay back down. Hundreds now chanted, "Fuck Them! Fuck Them! Fuck Them!" Pallas began to move her hips with the rhythm of the chant, moaning and making Elde squeal softly as the feeling of that hot, heavy meat rubbing against her nether lips sent bolts of pleasure skittering through her. Her head fell back fully and she could see that the other pairs were doing likewise, the Vuda all teasing the openings of their prizes, their eyes turned towards her. Towards her! She gasped in realization; they were waiting for the queen to start. Everyone was going to watch her be invaded. 

"Oh, you just got wetter!" Pallas laughed, "You love it, my girl, don't you? Being displayed, being taken in front of all the world and all the gods?" 

"FUCK THEM!" Thousands of voices rang out together and the arena seemed to ring with their rhythmic roar. "FUCK THEM! FUCK THEM!" Elde looked up at Pallas as she felt the long rod of her liege slide fully off of her body, the regal warrior taking her beast in one hand to steady it and guiding it to the fiery gash between the girl's legs. "FUCK THEM! FUCK THEM," it thundered down on them, over them, through them. Elde drew in a breath as the swollen head pressed to her lips and then shrieked; her scream lost as the crowd's chant broke into rebellious cacophony as the ruler of the Vuda thrust her hips forward with a hard, fast stroke and sank half of her member into the virgin channel. She felt pain as her maidenhead broke, no, was shattered, destroyed, by the overwhelming lance of fuckmeat that claimed her at last. It ebbed almost immediately to a faint dull ache that was all but lost in an almost uncomfortable stretching sensation that made her tremble like a leaf in a gale and a sense of fullness entwined with a savage and primal pleasure that was like nothing she had known before. 

Her eyes were screwed shut and she cried out again as Pallas paused and drew back a hair before driving more of her rod into the Chosen's lush young body. The crowd was still chanting, louder than ever, and with it and the sound of her own heart slamming against her chest that she could not hear whatever it was she screamed to the heavens. She felt a delicious but terrifying strain against her walls as they were spread by the thick shaft; so good but so much! Could she stretch that far? She'd tear! Oh, but she didn't care! This feeling! The fullness, the sinful friction of that cock against her innermost parts, too good to be true, to be sane! 

Elde howled out as Pallas drove in again, again, and a final time before her whole length was drilled into the fair skinned beauty, battering past the shield of her womanly core and inside. She felt an explosion in her guts and her head rolled from side to side, her hands tensing into claws that scrabbled at the air, her legs kicking furiously before snapping around Pallas' waist, her feet bent, toes clenching. It felt like fire claimed her starting in her belly; at her very womb where the head of that magnificent cock was now lodged and blazing out to sear every fiber of her being with raw delight. Her walls clutched at the spear within her, tightening on it, and she felt a fresh burst of molten joy all but pour from her. 

Pallas laughed; the sound more than half a snarl, "You perfect Hestian bitch! Your first cock and your first climax at the same time!" Ronil had prepared her well; this was the easiest virgin entry she'd had in years. But she was sure no small part of it was due to the girl's arousal, fed by the oils and potion, but mostly from her own lustful spirit. "Do you feel me in you? Your queen's dick opening you for all time?"

"Y-yuhh, yes," Elde managed in response, the words coming thickly at first. "Yes, I feel you. So big, so huge in me, ahh! Stretching me to breaking! Won't, won't be able to close my legs again," she panted. 

"Heh. It won't be that permanent...but you'll rarely have them closed. After feeling this sweet cunt, I'll be in you every chance I get, my pretty healer. And there will be a line waiting to fill you when I'm not." 

Elde blinked a few times, trying to grasp the significance of that statement in her pleasure drenched mind. A line? There would be others who would fuck her? She opened her mouth to ask but the words became a ragged gasp as Pallas drew back and half of that throbbing member slid out of her channel. "Ahh! Suh! So g-good!" She whimpered as it sank back in, grinding against her walls in the most wonderful way and staggering her with pleasure once more. 

"Vudamali is pleased with me, to give me such a sweet one," Pallas groaned as she slowly drew out half way and again slid home. "You feel divine, my pretty pet, so slick and yet gripping so tightly!" The queen kept up her slow pace to open the girl; fighting back her instincts that were screaming at her to just ravage Elde. The lovely Amazonian ruler moaned as she steadily sawed her cock in and out of the young woman's fiery wet embrace, over and over. "Arista was right about you. The finest fuck I've had at a Presentation in years."

Elde felt a flush of happiness at that. "I'm glad, my queen, my owner, my liege, please fuck me, please take your pleasure of me, I want your joy." 

"Truly you were born to be Chosen, Elde Walker," the lush figured queen chuckled. She leaned down to kiss Elde, then straightened again and braced her feet against the planks of the stage. She was ready. 

"Ahh!" Elde cried out as Pallas suddenly thrust in harder than she had before now, making the girl's body rock slightly on the shelf. Her head fell back, eyelids fluttering, her hands clutching the edges of the shelf she lay on as the thick length within her began to move faster and yet faster. Shorter, stronger strokes shook her back and forth, each driving thrust of dick sending a shock of pleasure through her. "God, Vudamali, yes," she groaned, "yes, thank you!"

All around her the sounds of sex seemed to have somehow eclipsed the roaring crowd. Perhaps because the crowd no longer chanted in unison. Her fellow Chosen whimpered and moaned while the Vuda laughed and groaned; some spoke sweet words to their new possessions and others talked dirty and leveled teasing, naughty insults. The squishing slurp of the Vuda's rods penetrating tight holes, of tits slapping against chests and backs, the smack of hips driving together formed a carnal counter melody to the gasps and vocalizations of the orgy. 

Her deflowering had focused Elde on herself but the intruding sounds brought the others to mind. Elde turned her head to the right and bit her lower lip as what she saw sent a fresh rush of sinful arousal through her. The slender girl beside her was in the same pose as Elde and looked all the more petite with her pink lips stretched around the veiny length that was pistoning in and out of her. Her eyes were rolled up towards the back of her head, her mouth open but no words came out, only primitive, guttural sounds. Beyond her, Ies was bent over the shelf on his stomach with his ass up in her air. Dianthe's hands each held one of his cheeks to not only hold him but pull them apart to perfectly show her huge pipe pumping in and out of the boy's ass. His pink pucker was stretched obscenely around her girth and he was quivering as she gleefully rammed home again and again. "Vudamali, look at that little ass taking my blessing! Going to do your work standing up, Ies, you pretty bitch boy," she crowed.

Elde let her head fall back fully to get an upside down view of the rest of the stage. Her eyes swept over madly coupling bodies to find the pair she truly wished to see. She smiled as she saw them and licked her lips, "Oh, Lan. Take that big cock, cousin," she murmured. Her muscular kinsman was on his back, one leg up and around her waist, the other held up and away by the ankle in one of the captain's hands. At just the angle to let her see him being fucked, Elde realized. The captain wanted her to see. The larger and stronger Arista was ravaging him with long, hard strokes that brought inches of hard dick out of the gaping hole before driving back in again. While one hand held his leg to give Elde a perfect view, the other cradled Lan to her chest with her fingers tangled in his hair. The young man suckled on one of her big tits as she claimed him and mauled the other with one hand, the other pumping his own dick in the little space between their bodies. There was a glistening pool of spunk on his stomach and seeing it made Elde moan. He'd shot his load from being fucked! He was just as big a slut as she, only he'd marked himself for all to see!

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, "fuck, that looks so good, so hot." And the feelings rocking through her as she was drilled were even better. That wicked, stretched fullness and that sensual friction that sent sparks of energy jolting through her all whirled together with the sights, the sounds, driving her wildly towards the precipice of her enjoyment. So close! 

Elde then looked past the stage to the stands of the arena and gasped. The reason the crowd was no longer so loud was immediately apparent as many of them had their mouths full of dick. All over Hestians were on their knees or bent over as their Vuda lieges pumped their glorious rods into ready mouths, dripping cunts, or well-trained asses. She found Ronil and felt a naughty delight at seeing the pregnant woman having been lifted and laid down onto the wide seat she'd been seated on. Her dress was pulled down to expose her tits and up to grant access to her pussy; her Vuda liege was pumping in and out of her pussy while a younger Vuda fed the mother to be her dick. 

She looked back up at Pallas; the queen's skin starting to gleam with sweat, her own large breasts bouncing and jiggling as she drove her Vuda pride into Elde's core. It was all so much, too much, in the best way she could have imagined! "My queen! I feel, ahh! Feel like I'm going to-to burst!" 

Pallas grinned, her breath coming in pants. "Do it! Burst, my girl, cum for me! Cum on my cock! It'll be enough, push me over the edge, fuck, make me seed you! Bless your womb with my royal jizz!" 

"YES!" Elde's eyes shut and her head went back, mouth opening as she let out a strangled cry that went past sound as her pussy clutched down and spasmed in orgasm around the Vuda leader's pole. She quivered and trembled as a firestorm of blistering pleasure roared through her body from the culminating barrage of sensual and sexual sensory input cascading into her from all senses and all sides. 




Chosen for Vudamali



"Sweet slut!" The queen's rhythm broke and she pumped with mad, frantic abandon, her face tense but proudly triumphant. "Your pussy sucking my cock in! Fuck! You will be blessed! N-now!" She hilted herself in the trembling eighteen year-old and let out a roar that became a set of grunting growls as her hips pumped in quick, hard jerks. 

Elde felt the member within her suddenly swell and then something gloriously hot and thick and liquid shot into her innermost depths. She felt it twirl through her womb and splatter on her walls, painting her insides with the queen's essence. "Yes!" She wailed, "Bless me, fill me, I feel it, feel your seed in me, ohh, good! I love feeling it inside!" Elde writhed on the shelf as she felt a smaller burst within her triggered by Pallas cumming; a mirror climax that made her again shriek and wriggle as she crested a peak of pleasure. 

Pallas grunted a few more times as her balls churned and a few more thick, creamy gouts of cum spewed into Elde. Her breath was ragged but she started trying to take deeper breaths to steady herself and looked down at the well fucked girl below her with pride and satisfaction. "You...you did well, Elde. Very well. Vudamali, I am going to spend so much time fucking you, my dear girl." She shook her head, "You may well be the one to bear my heir...but that's a bit premature." Pallas groaned and stepped back away from her new Hestian; her barely softened cock sliding out of her with a wet slithering. She chuckled as a cum began to leak from the healer's once virgin cunt. "Glorious." 

Elde flushed happily and shivered as she felt the heat of her liege's jizz oozing out of her lips and onto her skin. "I feel amazing. I never imagined it would be like this. Ronil was right." 

Pallas chuckled, "And that's just the start." 

"The start?" Elde lifted herself up onto her elbows and then blinked as she looked about. All around the stage, Vuda were leaving their Hestians only for one of the others to step up. Pallas strode down to where Arista and Lan were kissing to place a hand on the captain's shoulder. The two Vuda spoke and Arista looked up at Elde and beamed. The captain stepped away as Pallas ran a hand through Lan's hair and then gripped it to push him onto his knees and present her cock, gleaming with Elde's juices, to his lips. For her part, the captain was making her way straight to Elde. "Oh." Then movement past the stage caught her eye and she saw a group of Vuda assembled at the foot of it in various stages of undress, many pumping their dicks. She saw Caria among them and the lieutenant noticed, waving and waggling her cock at the girl, clearly mouthing a promise to fill her. "Oh! Oh, God!" 

"Your God is pleased, I'm sure, Elde Walker," Arista said as she came up to the girl. She reached out to caress her cheek and then ran it down to cup one of Elde's tits. "And is Vudamali. And as we all will be. You're in for a long day, my little healer. Half of the troop that escorted you has been selected for the welcoming and they've been wanting to fuck you for weeks. And so have I." 

The healer gasped as the captain slapped her pussy with her hard cock and drove inside her; stiffening and gasping. She heard footsteps on the stage behind her and knew those who had been waiting were now joining the Vuda on stage to take and give their joy. "I...I hope they all, ahh, oh, fuck, captain! You're so hot and hard! I hope they all get the chance!"