****** Marian's Choice (Part One) by Sera ******
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Marian's Choice (Part One)


Marian shook with dread, trembling in the narrow wicker cage that jolted and
rocked as the crude cart wheels hit stones and potholes. Her slender wrists
were bound behind her back, painfully tight, and she clutched clumsily at the
plaited wood to keep from falling. Her long, fine, dark hair was in disarray,
falling over her lovely face and hiding her large dark eyes. She was the
sacrifice. Her village had nothing else to offer their master this year, no
money, no food, no metals or herd-beasts that could be spared, and so they had
drawn lots amongst the fairest virgin maids. Marian had all but fainted when
her chip was drawn. Gods only knew what horrible fate might await her in the
looming tower ahead. It had been more than ten years since the last time her
village had been forced to give up one of their own this way. Sweet Lydia! A
few of the singers still told her tale, waxing eloquent on her golden hair and
flawless flesh. They had taken her to the tower and never had she returned.

The wagon hit an especially deep rut, and the cage bounced, throwing Marian
against the bars. She stumbled, bare feet sliding on the metal floor, and
managed to stay upright. Not that the cage was really wide enough to allow her
to lie down, or even to sit easily. As the cart finally jolted its way up to
the broad turning in the road, halfway up the mountain, the driver pulled the
solitary plodding ox to a halt. The two men walking behind hastily lifted the
cage from the cart, both of them looking away from Marian's pleading eyes, and
deposited it on the ground. As the driver turned the cart, her guards undid the
lashing holding the door shut, and dragged her out, grimly doing their duty.
Marian began to weep helplessly as she was stretched on a broad stone table.
The Place of Offerings, scene of a thousand young maids' nightmares. The black
stone was glossy, clean, seeming almost fresh-carved. A leering demonic figure
reared up out of the ground, spreading clawed hands wide and supporting a flat
slab of stone between them. It's farthest edge slotted into the creature's
muscular chest. Jetty wings arced over in a partial canopy. Marian closed her
eyes in despair as her wrists were bound to one of the carved hands, and her
ankles to the other. Then, one of the men withdrew a long sheet of white linen
and spread it over her from toes to the crown of her head. Her own sobs echoed
in her ears above the sound of the cart rolling quickly away. The next sound
she heard was a ringing of bells. And singing. Women's voices. Someone was
coming. Marian struggled helplessly with her bonds, twisting and tugging at the
stout cords. The sheet was whipped off of her, and she beheld a half-dozen
women gathered around her. They were of all colors, differing heights and
builds, but all were beautiful. And all were dressed in such bright and scanty
clothes that Marian was shocked, even in the depths of her distress. A handful
of gauzy wisps floated from the low silver girdle of the black-haired woman by
her feet. But that, rich necklaces, and silver slippers were all she wore.
Marian stared in shock at her full, curving, rosy-tipped breasts for an
instant, and then blushed and yanked her gaze away. Only to meet with a willowy
redhead who seemed to be clad wholly in strings of glass-green beads. The
strands hung from her collarbone to her ankles, but swayed apart with every
movement, and parted naturally over her small, shapely breasts and the curve of
her pale hips. The flame-haired girl laughed, running a gold-lacquered nail
over Marian's hands. A tall golden woman clad in interlaced ribbons of skyblue
leaned over her face, smiling cruelly down. The ribbons were woven almost into
solidity over the hard buds of her nipples and the triangle of her sex, and
parted in a revealing latticework over her torso and buttocks. Marian blushed
violently, feeling at the same time a wholly unfamiliar heat wash over her.
What was going on?

A petite, frail-looking woman with hair so light as to be almost white was
caressing her feet now, wearing a clinging robe of tissue-thin black sewn with
glittering specks. Another, with strange, ebon-black skin, was standing behind
the fair-haired one in a billowing rose-red skirt and a broad collar of gold
and garnet, hanging in beaded tassles over her shoulders and brushing her proud
breasts as she swayed. Her hair was cropped short, a fine short wooly coating
of black curls. The laughing redhead reached out again and began slowly pulling
the lacings from Marian's white shift, undoing it one hole at a time. Marian
struggled, but found herself unable to move. The pale girl in black was now
kissing her bare feet, licking and sucking her toes, and the redhead slipped a
hand into the opening of her shift, caressing her full breasts. Marian moaned
involuntarily, feeling the tingling hotness within her build at the touch.. The
black-haired woman in the silver girdle glided forwards, nudging the red-head
aside and sliding her long hands into Marian's gown instead. The redhead, beads
swaying, bent and looked deeply into Marian's dazed dark eyes for a moment, and
then kissed her, soft lips pressing against her mouth. Marian managed a stifled
sound of indignation and tried to pull away, but without success.

The red-haired girl, laughing, whipped a long silky scarf out of her hair and
bound Marian's eyes with it. Then Marian, plunged into a sudden emerald
twilight, felt another kiss, and more, a soft tongue flicked over her lips. At
the same time, a warm mouth enclosed her tingling nipple, and Marian gasped,
arching her back against the stone. When her lips parted, the probing, sweet
tongue licked into her mouth, teasing and probing. Both of her feet were being
licked and nibbled at, wicked hands were running the length of her body,
sliding unhindered over her smooth thighs, round arms, and slender waist, and a
second person must have moved beside her, for both her breasts were prey to hot
groping mouths. Blinded, bound, and helpless, Marian writhed on the hard stone,
unsure if she was trying to evade all the nipping mouths and soft lips or not.
She gasped again, unheard, as an unseen hand slid up beneath her gown, along
her inner thigh. Reflexively, she tried to snap her thighs together, but her
ankles were bound fast. One of the women laughed, and the probing hand paused,
then caught and pulled away the white panties Marian wore. They came down to
her knees, and then, with a moment of whispered talk, were cut away. Her last
defense gone, and Marian was hardly aware of her exposure.

The sensations were incredible. No one had ever touched her so, stroking and
kissing and toying with her virginal flesh. A wet tongue flicked over her ear,
and then returned to it, probing into the depths. Someone was kissing her
mouth, but the scent had changed. It must have been one of the other girls.
Marian was gasping and moaning openly, unable to help herself as jolts of new
sensation racked her. Hands brushed her thighs again, and with a sudden rip her
shift was torn open to the hips, falling away from her legs on either side. A
hand caressed her crotch, stroking the fine dark bush of maidenhood, and then a
slender, long-nailed finger slid into her tight and virginal cunt. The feeling
burned through her as the finger slipped teasingly over the soft, tender, and
slippery flesh of her pussy. Then it was withdrawn, and a hot, nipping mouth
replaced it. Marian choked on her cries, tossing her head against the unfelt
stone. Then, suddenly, the woman in blue ribbons, who seemed to be leading
them, abruptly waved the others off and whipped the blindfold from Marian's
eyes..

"Enough, all of you."

With irritated mutterings, the other women withdrew slightly.

"You, girl. You have a choice to make."

Marian lay helpless, panting for breath.

The golden-haired woman reached up and touched a spot on the side of the
statue's flank, and a deep grating sound came from it. The slab Marian lay on
was lowered, swinging outwards and down as the arms ratcheted smoothly out.
Lying now at the level of the carving's knees, Marian gasped in shock. A
monstrous thick cock curved up from the statue's groin, with heavy balls
hanging below.

"Here is your choice. You may come with us, to the tower, live as we live, obey
the Lord and Master in all things, as he commands you, for the rest of your
life, as we do. Or you can refuse."

A momentary wicked smile flicked over the woman's lips as she spoke of refusal.

Marian swallowed hard. "I. . If I refuse, what happens then?"

"You were given to the Master. If you will not accept service to him, he will
present you to others. Perhaps to a soldiers' brothel, or to the keepers of his
prize stallions, to be used for the lusts of their beasts. They will take their
pleasure of you for a time, and then you will be free to go, if you can find
any that will take you in thus despoiled."

Marian shuddered, her unfamiliar lust dimming.

"If you accept, however, you must do as he bids always. If you disobey, or
anger him, he may very well have you punished, and then sent to be the
plaything of his soldiers or his steeds. And first, you must prove your
obedience."

"What. . . What must I do?"

The blond leader beckoned, and the dark-skinned woman brought her a small
knife, with which she cut Marian's bonds.

"Our Master's first command to you, to obey or disobey, is that you cherish
this statue as if it were your lover. Kiss it, caress it, and take that into
your rosy lips."

She pointed imperiously at the thick stone cock.

"Pleasure the stone with your mouth and your little hands. Do it ardently, for
his pleasure."

As Marian slowly sat up, she noticed an unfamiliar device standing not far
away. A short woman with rich chestnut hair and full, bare breasts was
attending to the glittering metal box-on-legs, and a glassy eye looked at her
from the front of it. Marian's attention was recalled as the blue-clad woman
pulled her to her feet.

"What do you choose?"


To be continued. . . Which way do you think I should settle it? Send comments
and suggestions to Sera_Rose37@hotmail.com

~Sera.

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