This story was written before "Bloody Mary". Unlike that story I had to edit this one myself. A very difficult task, I didn't know what parts to take out and what to leave in. I hope that you enjoy the story and welcome you to read "Bloody Mary" when finished with this one. I love hearing your thoughts and opinions. Enjoy!
My eyes weighed heavily. My head burdened by it's weight. I came to the conclusion I must have fallen asleep. I always had trouble staying up while reading. I cursed myself lightly. Then a stray thought occurred to me, I was having dinner, as a guest. I tried to rub my eyes but my hands just wouldn't make it. I pulled and pulled until I realized my wrists were restrained. I tried to assess the situation. My legs seemed to be equally immobile. I could hear talking, but I couldn't make out the words. I tried to think back to dinner, but the thoughts wouldn't come. I drank, I knew that. I could still taste the residue in my mouth.
I needed to figure out what I could remember. I needed the facts. I was vertical, that information was easy. I felt my center mass directed towards my feet, like the down slope of a roller coaster ride. My eyes could detect flickering light even with my eyelids closed. I was cold too, in fact I was freezing. My teeth chattered. My head pounded. No, more like it throbbed. It wasn't an ache as much as a reminder that I was drunk. Or maybe not. I knew I didn't drink much. In fact I only had one drink, and I never finished it. It was strong, to strong. My understanding became clear, unlike my eyesight, I must have been drugged.
"Hello?" I said. Well, in my head that's what I thought I said. My ears were in disagreement. What they heard was slightly different than the sound a frog makes when crushed. I heard voices coming to me, but I couldn't comprehend them. Single words with no meaning, no essence. They just seemed to hang in the air, like they were repeating. Then a word hit me. I mean it literally hit me. The force of hearing it opened my eyes. "Wake..." over and over again. "Wake..." this time louder. My eyes felt like they were full of sleep sand. "Wake..." my vision was blurry. "Wake..." one last time and then there was silence.
My eyes were free to stare around. Which was good, because my head seemed to want to stay where it was. The angle of my face was directed towards the ground. Close to a forty five degree angle. I tried to look straight down, a strong sensation crept across my neck. My air flow to my lungs began to wane. I relaxed and stopped trying to look down. I breathed deep. Turning my head as far as it could go, which wasn't far at all, I looked to my left. There was my hand lifted above my head, tied. The same was true for my other hand, and I had to believe my feet too. I couldn't look down for them.
I felt like I was placed in the shape of an X. My feet were behind my torso, ever so slightly. As slightly as my wrists were tied before it. I tried to speak again, but only heard the same frog noise. My eyes focused forward. There were two fires. Two rather large bonfires crackling to the sky. They roared as if thunder spread it's wings. It was beautiful how high they reached. This close I should have felt something. Some kind of heat. I didn't. Goose bumps covered my body, my shivering naked body. I saw how the light flickered over everything. It gave the surroundings a nice reddish glow. Everything that was, but her.
She was standing in between the monolith flames. Her hair was blonde. It's length reached down her back. Straight, long sensual hair. Her eyes were so demure. Her body was perfect. Her curves accented with the light fabric she wore. Gold was spread around her fingers, arms, and legs. Her face was beautifully highlighted by the makeup she wore, which was complimented even more with the flames. Her breasts were hidden carefully under the folds of silk that seemed to make up her outfit. They had the support of a young woman's supple soft flesh. The hint, or rather the hope of seeing them made me stir. Her skin was pure perfection, the light reflected a beautiful shade of bronze.
Her body seemed to be that of a young woman. Her eyes though, they showed more. I could look in them and see a story. A story that showed the mighty Cleopatra worshipping her. They showed Helen of Troy sacrificing her virginity to her with the blunt end of a sword. He looked back even further and saw her worshipped when the pyramids were just an idea. Her body appeared to be sixteen, being never born. It was the same ever since she walked into existence. She looked sixteen, to keep her worshippers wanting her. Her eyes and her actual age, they were a lot older. No one could say how old. I stood staring at this woman who was ancient, Whose age was lost before the first written words arrived. She was a goddess in times when the Bible was new.
She began to dance. It wasn't a dance of celebration. It was one of ritual. The slight little movements were all precise. Exact minute waves of a hand, or the flow of an arm. Each twist, each turn, every single bodily function was done for a purpose. She stripped. Layer after layer of her silken scarves were removed. Each piece thrown to the wind. They were drawn towards the burning embers. The need of air sucked the light cloth in and ignited them. Each cloth that was taken off was followed by a piece of jewelry. The gold was placed at her feet. The ritual continued while she stared at me. No matter how many times she twirled around, her eyes were always locked on mine.
With each item taken off I became more and more aroused. Every fiber that burned, every gold that was placed on the ground, I became more and more excited. I was shivering, but now not as much. My blood was flowing, flowing with excitement. It mattered not that I was tied and bound on a cross like some sacrifice. It only mattered that she danced. I heard voices in the distance. I couldn't make out what was being said. Like the ropes binding me to the wood behind me, I didn't care. I was lost with each fling of her hair. With each step her muscles tightened and relaxed. It was magic, or something damn close.
My penis grew to a full erection. The blood pumped through creating a light throbbing, unlike the pounding that no longer racked my brain. She stepped closer and closer, each step an action. She was bare of cloth and the glittering gold she wore was almost completely gone. A few more steps brought her completely naked before me. She still danced. I tried to get a better look at her. Straining my neck to look down at her I felt the rope tighten around my neck. It didn't stop me, my sight continued to look down. My body was held fast, but my spirit seemed free to move.
