The Dance of the Tentacle Monsters
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...has become truly a must see annual festival for the truly jaded sex tourist. A month long selection process finds the final contestant standing on a gaily decorated dais set up in the geometric middle of the sacred semi-circular beach cum shrine to the fertility gods. Originally only the villagers occupied the rocky rim of the site - and merrily watched as after the sun sets, the maiden first became mesmerized by - then succumbing to the undulating rhythms of the tentacle monsters thrusting upward from the fine white sands.
If the Matron of Fertility, assisted by her consort, determine that the maiden serving the fertility gods has not assuaged their hunger (which frankly does seem to happen every year for some reason) another is chosen from the 'village sacrifice' - girls and the occasional lad who have reached the proper age to participate in this particular and one may say peculiar rite of adulthood. Once chosen the next candidate is led to the beach whereupon she (or he) walks as far as they can to the dais before taken by the almost insatiable tentacle monsters.
The sunrise of the following day finds the occupants of the beach exhausted, mumbling incoherently and or quietly moaning. They are gathered and taken to a place of recovery and rest. Typically the 'taken ones' are highly prized as spouses and marriage ceremonies soon follow. A limited number of tickets are available for the well heeled tourist who wishes to be a part of this truly once in a lifetime event; comfortable stands have been erected and there is a quaint Inn located within the village. Within the last few years arena lighting has been erected, ensuring unrestricted viewing. Ticket holders must however sign a release before being allowed entrance as it's not uncommon for viewers to be overcome by the ritual and add their own selves to the sacred sands - to the delight and enjoyment of those enjoying the show.
If the Matron of Fertility, assisted by her consort, determine that the maiden serving the fertility gods has not assuaged their hunger (which frankly does seem to happen every year for some reason) another is chosen from the 'village sacrifice' - girls and the occasional lad who have reached the proper age to participate in this particular and one may say peculiar rite of adulthood. Once chosen the next candidate is led to the beach whereupon she (or he) walks as far as they can to the dais before taken by the almost insatiable tentacle monsters.
The sunrise of the following day finds the occupants of the beach exhausted, mumbling incoherently and or quietly moaning. They are gathered and taken to a place of recovery and rest. Typically the 'taken ones' are highly prized as spouses and marriage ceremonies soon follow. A limited number of tickets are available for the well heeled tourist who wishes to be a part of this truly once in a lifetime event; comfortable stands have been erected and there is a quaint Inn located within the village. Within the last few years arena lighting has been erected, ensuring unrestricted viewing. Ticket holders must however sign a release before being allowed entrance as it's not uncommon for viewers to be overcome by the ritual and add their own selves to the sacred sands - to the delight and enjoyment of those enjoying the show.
