This was yet another white man tied to the altar. She loves it when she captures one of these pale trophies, as it means that her trap of jagged rocks works. If she were to keep receiving sacrifices from the local population, they would be depleted in a hurry, so she felt that she had to be creative to give them a chance to create more worshippers. It seems more practical to cause the occasional shipwreck and pick off any survivors.
Evidently, that sound she recently heard meant that the trap worked again.
She sees the little man looking up at her and stiffen up, giving the expected scatological reaction on top of the layers left by past sacrifices; no one dared cross the gate and clean the altar. She hears him screaming as loudly as he can, smiling at both the little noise coming from him and the knowledge that only the natives can hear him, as far as she knows.
She then pounds her chest and roars loudly in an approving manner. Looking at him, she reaches down and grabs him, breaking away the vines that have been keeping him in place. She lifts him to her face and studies him, seeing a musculature that would be impressive if he were her size, with an erection to match. She smiles and nods in approval.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.15 seconds at 6:45pm on Nov 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
