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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...