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The Village of the Amazons
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Kelly was a graduate student, majoring in archaeology. This was
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her first real break; actually going to Brazil to study Inca
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ruins at the base of the Amazon basin! This trip would be the
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basis for her thesis, and she was sure that it would give her a
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good enough grade to get her into the Ph.D. program at Harvard.
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The boat trip up the wide river, with impassable jungle to either
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side, was too long. She wanted to get to the ruins right away!
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She woke up, not knowing where she was. Something was wrong. This
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wasn't her cabin! She was outside somewhere, in the jungle. There
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was no sign of Captain Marcovise or the crew. She tried to sit
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up, but discovered that her arms and feet were bound. She could
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only lie on the spongy ground, waiting to find out what had
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happened to her, or what would happen to her.
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She looked around her. She was in a crude hut of mud, with a roof
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of woven leaves. The only door was covered with a crude woolen
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blanket, but it was unmistakenly from one of the cities towards
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the coast. At least somebody traded with these people. Maybe one
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of them would speak English. Then the blanket was brushed aside,
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and in walked Captain Marcovise, with a wide grin on his face.
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"Captain! Am I glad to see you. Untie me, quick!" Kelly said.
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"Not so fast, my little American friend," Marcovise said. "How do
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you think you got here in the first place? I am here to say
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farewell, not to rescue you."
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"Farewell? What do you mean?"
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"Well, my little American, I am sure that you have no idea of how
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valuable someone like you is here. The natives have paid me well
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for a fine, healthy girl such as yourself," Marcovise said with a
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grin. "Paid me well indeed."
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"Wait! I'll pay you twice what they did, just get me out of
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here!" Kelly pleaded.
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"Ha! You do not have that much money, my little American. The
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artwork these superstitious natives gave me for you is worth
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millions of American dollars. And besides," Marcovise said as he
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headed for the door. "If I were to help you escape, I would never
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make it out of here alive. Farewell, my little American friend!"
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"Marcovise!!! You can't do this!!! Help me!!!" But it was too
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late. The slimy riverboat captain was gone. Kelly moaned. She had
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heard stories, read reports, of the natives of the deep Amazon
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basin. She would most likely be killed, a sacrifice to one of
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their gods. She began to sob.
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After a few minutes, Kelly was startled to see a white girl enter
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the hut. She was about Kelly's age, and was dressed in a very
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revealing garment of woven moss. Kelly was blond, tanned, and
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very well endowed. This other girl was almost the opposite;
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brunet, pale (but not sickly), and also with very large breasts.
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The girl carried a spear. She knelt down and hefted Kelly up as
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if she were a sack of potatoes, and none of Kelly's thrashings
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could free her.
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The white girl carried her through the native village. Kelly was
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astonished to see dozens of other white girls, some blond, some
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brunette, some even with red hair, all incredibly beautiful,
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gathering around her as she was being carried to the center of
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the village. There were no men to be seen, Kelly noticed.
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The brunette who had been carrying Kelly placed her on a stone
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slab, open to the sky. Her wrists were brought up over her head
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and secured by a hole that had been carved through the stone
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slab, and her ankles were similarly tied. The native women
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gathered around her, waving their spears in the air and chanting
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in some language that Kelly couldn't identify. They began to
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stare up at the sky as they chanted and danced around her, and
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Kelly began to understand that she was to be the main course in a
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feast in the honor of their gods. She began to cry again.
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Then another woman walked through the crowd that surrounded her.
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Torches were lit, as the sun was going down, and the shadows from
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the flickering light danced across the faces and volutptuous
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bodies of the Amazons that held her prisoner. Damn Marcovise and
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his greedy soul anyway! If Kelly ever got out of this...
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The woman came over to the stone altar that held Kelly bound and
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helpless. Kelly gasped. She was the most beautiful woman Kelly
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had ever seen! Dark haired, with long legs and a beautiful body,
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Kelly almost forgot her predicament in her wonder. The woman wore
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a ceremonial heddress with great plumes on it, and held a wand
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with more feathers in her hand. At least, Kelly thought, she
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didn't have a knife. The woman shouted a single word in the
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strange tounge and all was quiet. The Amazons surrounding the
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altar stopped their dancing and stared at Kelly.
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The priestess of the Amazons stared up at the sky and spoke some
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sort of invocation to their gods, which was repeated at regular
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intervals by the assembled women. When she finished, she stepped
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back and shouted a single word, pointing at Kelly's bound form,
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stretched across the stone altar. With a shriek, the Amazons fell
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to her, tearing off her clothes with wild abandon. Kelly cried
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hysterically as everything she wore was torn from her body, from
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her kerchief to her hiking boots. When the priestess called the
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Amazons off of Kelly, she was totally naked. Her wrists and
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ankles were still cruelly and cunningly bound, however, and Kelly
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could not move save for wriggling helplessly.
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The priestess again came over to her, bearing the feathered wand
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in her hand. Kelly wondered how the end would come, for surely it
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was coming soon. The priestess again shouted a litany at the sky,
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and again the Amazons howled and shrieked with joyous faith.
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The Amazon priestess then once again silenced the crowd. She made
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a circle over Kelly with the wand, and then, to Kelly's
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astonishment, brought the feathers of the wand down across her
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stomach. Despite herself and her terror, Kelly began to giggle.
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This made the assembled throng scream with glee. They seemed to
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want her to laugh! Whether they wanted her to or not, Kelly was
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laughing, and couldn't help herself.
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The priestess smiled. Sympathetically, it seemed to Kelly.
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Whether or not she felt sympathetic, the priestess kept up the
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infernal tickling. The feathers on the ceremonial wand kept
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gliding across her tummy, always just skirting the edges of her
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belly button. Kelly's laughter became harder and harder, and she
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began to squirm more and more in her bonds. Nothing she did had
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any effect. The tickling went on.
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Kelly's stomach muscles were stretched taut as she vainly
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tried to keep in her hysteria. Even holding her breath did no
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good, as the laughter seemed to bubble forth from her lips. It
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seemed as if Kelly was going to die laughing. Her lungs and
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stomach ached from laughing so hard. And still the torture went
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on. The feathers made their way across Kelly's stomach, and she
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began to buck up and down, as much as her bonds allowed, as the
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priestess tickled her in the soft spot right below her ribs. It
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was maddening! The priestess then reached over and began to
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torment the other side, not giving Kelly any time to catch her
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breath.
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Kelly wasn't laughing any more; she didn't have the breath
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to. All she could do was silently sob with her mouth open as the
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feathers went on and on tickling her. Then it stopped. Blinking
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the tears out of her eyes, Kelly was able to catch her breath.
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Was the ordeal over? No. Merely a respite. The finalle was coming
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up. In her hand, the priestess had a single, long, blue feather,
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from some fantastic tropical bird, in her hand. She held it up
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and turned to the assembled mass of beautiful Amazons around her.
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They let out a scream of extacy, knowing that soon their gods
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would be appeased until the next full moon, and happy that it
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wasn't them under the ceremonial feathers.
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The long blue feather began to descend to Kelly's already-
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aching tummy. "No, please," she sobbed, as she again felt the
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tickling torment. This was the worst of all, though. The very tip
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of the feather was delicately played across her stomach, with
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seemingly loving attention and care, and the effect was
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maddening. The priestess slowly circled the tip of the feather
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around Kelly's belly button, and as it got closer and closer to
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the indentation, Kelly's laughter got harder and her pleas became
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more desperate.
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Kelly's stomach tensed just as the feather entered her belly
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button. She let out a tortured howl, screaming, begging for
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mercy, as the Amazon priestess danced the tip of the long blue
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feather around and around in her hyperticklish belly button. All
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of the ticking she had endured up 'till now was nothing compared
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to the agony she was now forced to endure. Through a red haze,
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Kelly barely could tell when the terrible ordeal was ended. Yet
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end it did, eventually. When Kelly regained her wits, she looked
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around, and saw the Amazons sprawled out on the ground around the
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altar, passed out in an orgy of tribal passion. The priestess was
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the only one still attentive.
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"Congratulations, you did well," the priestess said.
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"You speak English?" was all the astonished Kelly could say.
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"Of course. You are not the first girl to be brought to this
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tribe by unscrupulous traders. But fear not. You have passed the
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test of our gods, and you are now one of us. You will stay here
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the rest of your life."
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"But..."
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"Sleep now. You have been through much. And rejoice; as the
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Chosen of the gods, you will hold special privelege within the
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tribe." Kelly drifted off to sleep.
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"Yes," said the priestess. "Only the chosen of the gods is
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allowed to act as sacrifice during every full moon."
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