pervyLexxi
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From among the leaves, Linda could see the procession of women walking slowly towards the clearing, on the narrow path shrewn with autumn leaves. There were 6 of them, five in flowing white gowns and crowns of lilies, the six wore a black robe embroidered with an image of a radiant moon surrounded by stars. A woman with a white gown led the procession, she held the hand of the girl with the robe behind her, and the girl held the hand of the next one behind her. All of them chanting a little song in a tongue Linda could not understand.
There was a stone circle in the clearing. In the middle of the circle was a stone slab, a circle within a circle, with a pentacle drawn on it.
The girl climbed onto the circle in the center. The others arranged themselves around the rim of the center circle. They extended their arms, as if trying to interwine their fingers, only their arms were not long enough for them to touch. Linda gasped when the girl on the circle removed the robe, letting it slide down her back until it pooled by her feet. She was nude under the robe. She too, extended her arms and turned her lithe body around to face each of the other women in turn.
The girl sat, then carefully lied down on her back. Linda saw that she shivered as the cold stone touched her shoulders. She lied with her head aligned to one of the points on the pentacle, as she stretched her arms, pointing her hands and feet towards the other points, in a star.
The women raised their arms into the air and chanted in an old language. It was like a song, soft at first, but punctuated by what sounded to Linda as supplications.
The girl in the circle groaned softly. She arched her body. Linda saw that she was pulling on her arms and legs, hands clenching into fists, wrists and ankles twisting as if trying to break free from invisible bonds. She arched her body to the left and right, her head rolling to spill her long hair, but seemed unable to move away.
The girl moaned, her voice trembling - was it indignation? resignation? passion? fear?
Linda realized suddenly that she was holding her breath
(Anyone interested?)
There was a stone circle in the clearing. In the middle of the circle was a stone slab, a circle within a circle, with a pentacle drawn on it.
The girl climbed onto the circle in the center. The others arranged themselves around the rim of the center circle. They extended their arms, as if trying to interwine their fingers, only their arms were not long enough for them to touch. Linda gasped when the girl on the circle removed the robe, letting it slide down her back until it pooled by her feet. She was nude under the robe. She too, extended her arms and turned her lithe body around to face each of the other women in turn.
The girl sat, then carefully lied down on her back. Linda saw that she shivered as the cold stone touched her shoulders. She lied with her head aligned to one of the points on the pentacle, as she stretched her arms, pointing her hands and feet towards the other points, in a star.
The women raised their arms into the air and chanted in an old language. It was like a song, soft at first, but punctuated by what sounded to Linda as supplications.
The girl in the circle groaned softly. She arched her body. Linda saw that she was pulling on her arms and legs, hands clenching into fists, wrists and ankles twisting as if trying to break free from invisible bonds. She arched her body to the left and right, her head rolling to spill her long hair, but seemed unable to move away.
The girl moaned, her voice trembling - was it indignation? resignation? passion? fear?
Linda realized suddenly that she was holding her breath
(Anyone interested?)