rstacy.doomsdaywarrior-第22节
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Her answer was full of ripe Freefighter expletives； she kicked out and struggled like a banshee。 Then Manion lifted his red flickering trank…stick； and aimed it at her。 The broadest smile of benevolence she'd ever worn came across Rona's angry flushed face。 She forgot what the tumult was about。 Rona placently moved along； happy suddenly to be in the pany of such fine folks。
They went through an open set of bronze doors into a darkened chamber。 Torches hung on the wall lit the scene of macabre elegance … chairs of carved stone； elaborate wall decorations of large snakes； intertwined。 As a matter of fact； the whole chamber was snake…motif。
And dimly； in the smoky incense…filled far end of the rectangular high…ceilinged rock chamber； stood the full…length standing statue of the Renquist。 The statue was of stone； a pale pink marble several stories high。 The statue was dressed in a size…300 cloth pinstripe suit … as if it were a real person； to be well dressed for a board meeting。 Several bald men were bowing and scraping in front of the statue； at some sort of hump。 As they approached the hump； Rona saw that it was a mound of irregular shape； some four feet high。 It was posed of cemented…together； jewel…encrusted bones。 Human bones。 How nice； she thought； in her dreamlike state of bliss。
They led her around the hump； and the maroon… robed keepers of the chamber took her； one by each elbow； without struggle； to the statue of a snake； a six…foot…tall standing cobra of black onyx。 The snake's mouth was wide open； and was hissing out some sort of icy breath。 There was a rod in the mouth of the snake； all covered with ice； buried in the length of the snake's body with just the end sticking out； like a forked snake…tongue。
〃Behold；〃 said Manion。 〃The sperm bank； the seed of the Renquist； preserved for one hundred and six years for this blessed moment。〃
They removed her coverings； so that she stood shivering in her gossamer and scant bikini and bra； to the right side of the stone snake。 Manion went over and bowed before the immense Renquist statue； and took up a book … a Bible … and headed back solemnly to stand before Rona； who was drawn by the monks to stand beside the stone snake。 Manion opened the Bible and lifted his hands in a genuflecting gesture that made the sign of the star。 He intoned； 〃Who gives the bride？〃
And he answered himself； 〃I do。〃
〃Do you； Sandra the Renquist； again take as your lord and master and husband this God； the sacred Edward Renquist； as your lawful and divine husband； till the end of time？〃
Rona said； 〃What？〃
〃Say yes；〃 Manion whispered in exasperation。
Rona was woozy； she thought she was in Century City's chapel with Rockson； all six foot two of his manly presence； standing next to her。 She was getting married。 Good。 It was about time。
〃Yes； I do；〃 She said firmly。
Manion smiled； 〃Then by the power invested in me as chief priest of the Sacred Holiest of Holies； I pronounce you God and Goddess … proceed with the chastisement and impregnation。〃 He slammed shut the Bible and tossed it to one of the monks； who caught it and placed it back near the statue。
They led her away； through the near darkness； with strains of organ music played on the stalactites echoing eerily around her。 〃Hey； doesn't Rock get to walk with me？ Where the rice？〃
She was ing out of it。 Why were her hands tied behind her back？ 〃Say； what kind of a wedding is this； anyway … who …〃
She started struggling； wriggling。 She was held firmly by her elbows。 This time by powerful soldier…monk's hands。
They took her to the mound。 The mound was about six feet in diameter and curved up to a maximum of three feet off the floor in the center。 It was made of semiprecious stones … agates； turquoise； coral … all cut into one…inch…square mosaic tiles。 Rona could see the depiction of a coiled cobra snake on it。 It took six of them to bend her over； stomach down； on the mound。 They untied her wrists； only to retie them to some rings set at the edge of the mound。 They likewise； spreading her powerful legs wide； affixed her ankles to some golden rings set in the floor。 She found herself spread…eagled； firmly tied … struggle was useless。
Manion came over and put his ugly fat face down close to her and whispered； 〃You； Sandra； are so beautiful。 Even in those awful khaki bat clothes I could tell your beauty。 If it were not sacrilege； I would have this honor； but alas you are the Goddess； and must be mated with the Renquist。〃
He stood up； and in a strong voice said； 〃You； Sandra； goddess…consort of the Renquist； must now be strapped … with the sacred whip。〃
〃No； wait … why？〃
〃Do you not know why？ A cloud of forgetfulness must have passed over you on the surface； oh Goddess。 You must be strapped； and severely。 The chances of bearing a male child will be increased by the pain … that is why。 It is the way。。。〃
A gong was sounded by Manion。
Thus was the Amazon…like Freefighter prepared for what was to e。 Her winsome body firmly secured； exposed to whatever whim the priest and his cohorts had in mind。
〃Let the ceremony of the Blessed Honeymoon night begin；〃 the high priest intoned。 〃Cut her clothing from her。〃
〃No。〃
The two handmaidens took small knives and quickly snipped off the flimsy bra and bikini bottom from the struggling bound redhead。
Thus stripped of the last shred of protection； Rona's upthrust backside； spread wide by her ankle bindings； revealed the deep crease between her firm tan thighs。 Every detail of her female anatomy was exposed in the most lascivious way。 Many a male would have yielded to the temptation of plunging his manhood between her startlingly full and jutting posterior globes。 But the high priest and the soldier…monks … aside from their viewing it as sacrilege to take from Renquist what was his … were likewise sexually incapable。 Only the ritual concerned them。 All the nuptial rules must be observed； their God； Renquist； must have his honeymoon privilege。 Through the sacrament of the insertion of the snake…rod。
〃Let it mence。〃 Manion solemnly intoned。 〃Now； before the sacred impregnation； the chastisement must be rendered。〃
She shouted； 〃You can't do this。〃
Manion went to a dark recess of the room and returned holding a long slender whip； the kind formerly used to hasten reluctant carriage horses。 He tested the long cord in the air。 It snapped viciously in the darkness near her body。
〃Oh no； please； don't。〃
The second blow was for her。 Heeding not her entreaties； Manion moved into action。 The long birch rod swished viciously down across Rona's pinioned posterior。 She let out a cry as the sudden blow stung across her bottom； sideways。
〃Stop。 No。 Oh God； it hurts〃 Rona shouted。 Before she could say another thing； the leather cord swished down again； and then a third time。 She screamed out as much in anger and frustration as in pain； and she frantically wiggled her backside in a vain attempt to avoid the blows。
A dozen telling strokes placed expertly from her lower back to the tensed thighs followed； and then Manion started the whip blows back up towards her back once more。 Rona cursed and strained at her bindings； twisting in a frenzy every time a blow was launched； but to no avail。 Why were they doing this to her？ Why？ She screamed as loud as she could； which was plenty loud； every time a telling blow of the rod was delivered。 Maybe somebody would hear； maybe Rockson was looking for her。 He would； he would e … somebody had to e。
Manion paused to inspect his handiwork。 And was pleased。 Sandra's tightly stretched nether…globes were crisscrossed with red weal marks。 Hardly an inch of her firm flesh had escaped the horizontal scourges he'd delivered。
Now it was time to change position and deliver the vertical blows。 The job would not be over； and the Goddess not properly prepared for her sacred trust； until there was a red crosshatch pattern on her lovely posterior。
The blows began anew； this time up and down。 They fell so many times in the next few minutes that Rona thought she was going to be beaten to death。
On the hundreth blow； a dizzy； half…conscious Rona heard Manion say； 〃The scourging is over。〃 Manion turned to the statue and bowed。 〃Oh； Renquist； your bride is properly chastised。 As it was written； pain and the anger aroused in a chastised bride will increase the chance that a male child will be born of this sacred union。 So be it。 Now let the insemination proceed。〃
Rona twisted her head； shook the blurriness from her eyes。 What were they doing over there？ They were chanting and moving about the statue of the snake。 Oh God； they don't mean to …
〃Praise be to Renquist；〃 the acolytes； the handmaidens； and the soldiers shouted。 The two maroon…robed acolytes went forward from the group of chanters； over to the ice…covered votary that was the carved cobra snake。 They took up flickering torches and played the flames under the snake statue's head to gradually melt the ice seal around the long； slender cylindrical object that was hidden in the snake's stone mouth。 Slowly； once the long cylinder was freed of its ice； the torches were played along its bottom； until the frost was burned away。 The sixteen…inch…long green glass tube was a
