Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 15:11:22 EDT
From: DoranlII@aol.com
Subject: Wendigo Part II

I figured out there's more than one way to skin a possum!!!!!!!!!!  Hope
you can take it this way!!!!

PART II: The young Cherokee warrior, kidnapped from his land, and far from
his people, is now the slave of the evil highpriest Chihualli in the City
of Motecuzoma.  The day is hot, the sun punishing, and he is as always
chained on the steps of the temple for use by anyone wishing to use him.


			Wendigo II:  The conqueror.

 Conqueror:  As we rode into the City of the savage king we were astounded at
the liberal use of gold in the buildings and in the heathen statuary, even
the clothing of the people was sewn with it. The City was a treasure trove of
the precious metal we were soon going to open to fill our own coffers right
down to the cobbled street our horses trotted on. My eyes were busy assessing
the worth of anything or anyone we could pry loose and send back to our
homeland when my glance fell on You, a young man chained, with flesh as
golden as the sun and the city. You do not even remotely resemble the others
we encountered on our journey to plunder the City. You stood quietly
magnificent by the steps of a hideously carved temple of the serpent, chained
and collared and cuffed with gold. Your sex is barely covered by a cloth of
beaten gold, sun to a hairlike thinness.  In my mind I could almost see you
standing proudly atop some faraway rise, a long spear in your hand, your dark
hair, adorned with feathers, and blowing in the breeze, gazing into a sunset
like some savage prince.  You do not belong here.

I could in no way envision you here in this City, among the dark, flatnosed,
crosseyed denizens crowding around our horses hooves. I catch my breath as
the terrible  sun strikes light from the golden collar encircling your
throat. I smile. You are obviously a captive who has bewitched your captors
with your youthful beauty. Now you have bewitched one of the conquerers of
your captives....My smile then fades as I realize you could be tethered
there, the next victim of crude ritual sacrifice. I would speak to my Lord
General about the possibility of sampling the delight of your body before
your young life is splashed into the drinking vessel of some ritually scarred
old reprobate. The very thought of such a waste of young manhood made the
blood turn to ice in my veins.


The night we landed we had, as a conquering force, sampled the heated joys of
many of the native warriors who dared attempt to stop us as we set foot on
their pagan soil. They were quite choice, healthy and strong, and they put up
a hell of an amusing fight. Even so, I hadn't found any worth sparing, but I
had much enjoyed them while they lived.

My own lover, the Great General, and myself, could never seem to get enough
of those we captured, but found, that once broken, they were quite worthless
and unamusing. Therefore, we were always on the lookout for new, fresh ways
to pleasure ourselves after a hard, bloody day in the saddle and in the
service of His Majesty, the King of Spain.


"What see you, El Rubio?" The Great General grinned, almost in answer to my
thoughts, his thick black goatee giving him a dark and devilish appearance.
His penetrating dark stare followed my gaze, and I could see him react
visibly to the sight of the beauteous captive. His grin widened a bit. His
spanish blue eyes sparked with contained amusement at the expression on my
face....apparently, my thoughts were transparent, and easily read by the man
who knew me so well. The man who shared my pallet nearly every night. "You
know I can deny you nothing.........." He whispered loud enough for me to
hear.

"My General, I have beheld a true vision." I said expansively, grinning back
and winking at him wickedly. This left him no doubt where my thoughts were
straying. " A blackeyed vision with hair the color of midnight, skin like the
finest velvet, and a strong neck ringed with gold, whom I cannot possess soon
enough." My hand indicated the huge bulge rhythmically rubbing against the
tooled leather of my saddle. I was ready to leap from the saddle and forcibly
rape the first hot piece of flesh that got in my way, male, female, or
animal.

"So soon, El Rubio? You have become a veritable insatiate since our landing.
All this swart flesh must truly agree with you."He grinned devilishly, his
mailed hand swatted at one of the many irritating insects that plagued our
existence, and then dropped to his crotch and rested there. His rakish
laughter boomed. He was a conqueror chosen by his most Catholic Majesty.  Our
God was on his side and he feared nothing from these savages.....none of us
did. "My friend," He said. "You have your choice of anything you want here.
All you have to do is remember where you saw it. Then, when it suits you,
to....go back and get it. This very night we feast in the palace of
Motecuzoma. I hope he has fine nether mounds for the humping!"


This comment drew raucous laughter from the men immediately within earshot,
as well as a black look from his captured translator. I made a mental note to
give the sourfaced creature a little extra attention at the first
opportunity. My own laughter rumbled as I reigned in my mount.

"All I have to do is go back and get it........." I jerked the leather thongs
sharply and my beast reared, ironshod feet quickly clearing a path before him
as he lurched into the shrieking crowd of city dwellers. My hand encircled
the ornate hilt of my sword and as I near the steps of the Temple, I see you
straighten as if you know I am coming for you. You stretch that chain, and as
my sword descends, you seem to open your arms to me. I am amazed at the
solidity of your ritually scarred young body and the satin perfection of your
flesh as I hoist you onto my saddle. This, I thought, is no little girl to be
battered, torn or broken easily and then discarded like the others.

II Slave: I watch the alien conquerors of the City of the Serpent in
fascination as they clatter through the streets astride their snorting
beasts, their deformed scaled bodies glittering like giant fishes. Their
beasts are called horses, and were not strange to me. I had seen, even ridden
them many times in my dreams and visions.  I have kept this information to
myself, though, enjoying the terror they inspired in the colorless eyes of
the priests of Quetzacoatl at the sight of them. I found out sometime after
the strangers' arrival that the unusual, grotesque shapes of their bodies and
heads were skins of metal that could be removed. Protection that was
impervious to the poison sting of spears and arrows flung at them by the
fleeing soldiers of the city. All of this information had come to my ears
from a few of the ragged survivors who made their way back to the City after
the landing of the conquerors. Those who now graced the feast tables of the
High Priests. At first, I wanted to somehow warn these strange men of the
danger they so confidently rode into, but I was more frightened by the
unusual pale color of their skins and the brightness of their hair, than of
Motecuzoma or Chihualli, the High Priest who was my master. It was said that
they ate the gold we looked upon as mere trifles for the adornment of our
bodies. It was rumored through the City that the shining bearded leader could
in fact be the reincarnation of the plumed serpent, Quetzecoatl and
therefore, no attempt was made to stop his advance into the city.

The plumed one had, in fact, with a force of less than 500, swept aside all
native resistence from the moment of his arrival from the big water.Was he
therefore, a god.....or a devil? Silently, I wonder if the white demons would
add their evil to an already festering evil that was the Aztec Empire. I
watch in awe and wonder as the sunlight glittered gold from the short point
of facial hair on the strong chin of the one who rode alongside their leader
and carried his banner so confidently in his huge, heavily scaled hand. I had
never seen such a phenomenon in all my eighteen summers. When his intensely
blue eyes encountered mine as I stood at the Temple entrance, I felt my heart
swell into life as it had not in the two moons I had been back in captivity.
Truly, these were gods and the golden one was looking directly at me! I lower
my eyes in submission. Not because the nature of my captivity demanded it,
but because YOU had seen all the way through me and deep into my soul. Terror
clutched at my pounding heart when you turned your monstrous black beast away
from the precise formation making its way down the goldpaved stones of the
Way of the Sun. I made no attempt to flee, though my strength had become
prodigious and I could have easily broken the chains of gold that bound me to
the pillar. I could have possibly used the tumult caused by the entrance of
the demon army into the city to facilitate a short lived escape. I somehow
knew you would come for me. I also knew I could not outrun the four legged
creature that carried you, nor did I even desire to try. As your raging beast
bore down upon me, I stretched the chain of gold to its limits, at the same
time your terrible flashing blade clanged against it, severing it from the
pillar. I was only half aware that you had leaned over and caught me around
the waist, hoisting me to the back of your mount. When my naked manmoons came
to rest against your metal skin, my bare legs spread wide to accomodate the
girth of the leather seat where you sit so easily balanced and I cling to it
with all my strength. I could feel the unmistakable bulge of your sex pushing
against me, even through the metal scales that protected them. I savored the
feel of your hot breath in my hair and at the nape of my collared neck. Where
your metal skin touched, heated by the terrible Aztec sun, I burned. As my
skin blistered, thus, did my spirit as it touched the spirit of the god in
human form.

Your beast lurched forward, and the next moment brought chaos and anguished
screams from those pedestrians not quick enough to scramble out of your way
as you turned the rearing black demon with the flashing eyes back into the
crowd, trampling them without remorse beneath the iron shod hooves. Your
metal clad arms held me fast against you. The golden bristles of your chin
tickle my throat and shoulder. The leader slowed as you drew up beside him,
and turned to appraise my worth. Oddly, he seemed as interested in the gold
on my body, which was to me only a symbol of my slavery, as he was my body
itself. His dark eyes glimmered with appreciation at the sight of both. He
reached over and captured my chin with his hand and smiled a smile that
promised we would know one another much better by the end of the day, though,
I understand none of what he was saying.

III Conqueror:  We came finally to the Palace of Motecuzoma and rode our
horses right up the steep steps and into the main hall. The Emperor himself
walked out to meet us and was immediately forced to kneel, allowing his
people to see him paying homage to the conquerors. He was then escorted back
to his private chambers. My Lord General took his scepter from him, tossed it
aside, and laughingly pushed him to his knees, opening his codpiece. You are
sitting so quietly in my straddle that I wonder what you must be thinking,
seeing the mighty Aztec leader so humbled. Every pendejo in the palace is
quickly rounded up and locked away to be assessed later. My lord General, his
huge, reeking tool finds its way to Motecuzoma's unwilling mouth as he gives
the order for all the gold in the palace to be gathered by his most trusted
men. The stench of unwashed soldiers, as they stripped off armor that had
been on for months, was overpowering in the cool, fragrant chamber. Someone
was screaming for mercy in the corridor. I laugh out loud, doubting seriously
they would receive much , if any, mercy at the rough hands of the
conquistadors.. I dismount and you sink immediately to your knees as though
expecting the same treatment being given the other pendejos. I bend down
smiling and gently raise you to your feet..."Soon." I say in a whisper,
knowing you don't understand. "Very soon."

To be continued...