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Our two English twins, captives of the Apaches, experience an unexpected turn of events.
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At the flap of the wikiup, Dahteste said, "My brothers will not see you again before tonight. The other men will take them away. For you and them, there are certain ceremonies that are required. You will not understand them or what is being said but that does not matter. No white woman has ever married a Chiricahua Apache before. There will be no words for you to say in the ceremony, my brothers are choosing you, you are not choosing them."
"Your English...," Becky started to say.
"I was taken by white men when I was much younger than you, in revenge for a raid but it was Comanche not Apache, not that it made any difference. After three years I escaped and walked for twenty days to get here."
"Did they...?"
"Abuse me? Yes, I had two babies, both died."
"I'm so sorry," said Becky, fighting back tears.
Dahteste shrugged, "It is in the past. There are good and bad white men, good and bad Apache. Cocheta and Jacali will now take you to a special bathing pool. You will bathe three times today. You must be cleansed, physically, mentally and emotionally. Bad spirits must be banished from your bodies. At sundown, Cocheta and Jacali will prepare you to accept my brothers into your bodies. In the weeks and months to come there is much that you must learn. When the men go hunting, it is women who run and defend the village. You must learn food gathering, cooking, tanning, sewing, basket weaving, how to build your wickiup and to fight."
"Are Itzachu and Biminak classed as boys or men?" asked Becky.
"They have completed the four trials. They have been admitted to the council of the warriors. They are men and are free to marry, hunt, and raid."
"And your father is happy for us to marry your brothers?"
Dahteste laughed, "My father? He has no say in the matter. It is the Apache way that the woman is head of the family."
"And do they really want to marry us? Shouldn't love be involved?"
"Many marriages are arranged. You are a great prize - beautiful, young and fertile. Every man and boy in the village is jealous. Do not worry, they are good brothers and you will give them many sons." She then chuckled to herself.
"What's so funny?" asked Charlie.
"I was just thinking of another reason the other men are jealous - no mother-in-law to worry about."
"So they are happy to marry us?"
"Yes, apart from them both wishing they didn't have a brother."
"Why?"
"Then one of them could marry you both of course."
"Both?" said Becky, "You mean two wives?"
"And twins at that," said Dahteste. "When a man marries a woman he has marriage rights over her unmarried sisters. It is quite common. Cocheta and Jacali are sisters and will probably marry Dinte soon. Cocheta is older so will be the senior wife. Of course, if either Itzachu and Biminak were to die then the survivor would have two wives. In the Apache world, the widow goes to a brother.
"What does the wedding ceremony actually involve?" asked Becky.
Dahteste shrugged, "Whatever our mother decides, there is no set ceremony. To become husband and wife a couple might simply exchange gifts or live together."
"Can they divorce?"
"Yes, a woman can simply throw the man's goods out of the wikiup to end the marriage."
"And the man?"
"He might leave on a hunting trip and not bother to return."
"And if the husband dies, can the woman remarry, if a brother doesn't want her?"
"Immediately if they have no c***dren, maybe a year if with c***dren."
The day passed in a flurry of bathing, anointing, chanting, breathing herbal smoke and dancing. Both girls were struck by how caring all the women were. They appeared to have been completely accepted into a sort of sisterhood. There was no animosity or even a hint of ill will. An elderly woman kept interrupting to take measurements with a piece of woven hide cordage. Dahteste stayed nearby to translate but did not get involved. Through the course of the day, the girls learnt many new Apache words.
"Will we be painted?" Charlie asked Dahteste.
"No, that is for the men. You will be pure and wearing new clothes," said Dahteste before thinking and adding, "By the river, why did you do that to my brothers?"
"You saw us?"
"No, others did."
"We didn't know what was going to happen to us. We were scared. We wanted them to like us."
Dahteste nodded, "I understand. Needs must. How did you know what to do?"
"I saw whores do it," said Charlie, "On the ship from England."
"You are English?" asked Dahteste in surprise.
Charlie nodded as the flap opened and two women carrying clothes led by the old woman entered. The girls were made to try on long soft hide dresses and boots with beads and frills. "They're beautiful," said Becky as she ran her hands down her hips. The old lady fussed about before speaking rapidly to Dahteste.
"My grandmother wants you to take them off again so they can make some changes," she said. Glancing outside she added, "The sun is going down. Cocheta and Jacali will now prepare you. You don't need me, just follow their lead, no words will be needed."
Puzzled, the girls watched her leave. Becky looked at her sister. Naked, she'd never seen her looking so beautiful. Her hair shone from all the washing and brushing, her skin radiant and her nails trimmed and smoothed. Charlie was looking at her too. Admiring her small breasts and high cheekbones. "We're going to be okay," she said quietly.
Becky was wondering what was going to happen next when Cocheta and Jacali stepped in front of them. Without a word, they undid the cords securing their dresses which fell to the ground. Charlie gasped and said, "My goodness, look at those bodies that the dresses have been hiding."
Charlie was right. Becky had never seen such tight and beautifully toned bodies. They were a rich brown all over with long black ponytails, firm large breasts and black pubic hair. "Down," said Cocheta pointing towards the skins, furs and blankets at the rear of the wikiup.
The girls looked at each other before sitting cross-legged looking up. Cocheta shook her head, waved her hand and repeated, "Down." Unsure of what was happening they laid back next to each other, their heads resting on folded blankets.
Cocheta glanced at Jacali and smiled. For the first time, they had been entrusted with the most important part of the ceremonial preparations. The practicing over the last year had brought them even closer together. In Apache, she said, "Which one do you want, my sister?"
Jacali looked at both girls. She had only seen two white people before and they had been wizened old traders. She'd never imagined that white girls could be so beautiful. And their hair! Such a shimmering gold! The only thing she disliked was their tan lines. They looked a little ridiculous with white bodies but sun-browned hands, feet, necks and faces. That would have to be improved in the coming weeks. "The one on this side," she said pointing.
"Charlie?"
"I don't know, how do you tell?"
"She has a scar on her left foot."
"I hadn't noticed that."
"You were too distracted looking elsewhere."
"How long have we got?"
"Until the moon appears. We shall we swop over part way through."
Charlie watched them talking and heard her name mentioned once. Without another word, Jacali knelt next to her as Cocheta went to Becky. She watched Jacali pick up a large wide bowl from her right and place it carefully between her and Becky. It seemed to contain some sort of oil. Taking turns they dipped their hands in and dribbled oil over all their bodies. It felt warm to Charlie who was transfixed by the oil running down Jacali's breasts. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Shhh," whispered Jacali as she and Cocheta began to softly sing. Slowly they started to massage the oil into the girl's legs. Charlie could smell sage, juniper and honey. She closed her eyes and began to relax as the hands slid up and down. Then they went up her hips to her tummy. Then higher. She sucked in air as Jacali began to coat her small breasts with the oil. More oil was added to her shoulders and arms. She had no idea what was happening to Becky but guessed it was the same. The hands were back to her hips edging towards her most private area. A hand pressed on her mound as another eased her legs apart.
Becky gave a moan as she felt Cocheta's fingers tease her little lips. "Oh my god!" she cried when a finger eased in, "She's inside me, Charlie!"
"Tell me about it," sighed Charlie. Becky had touched her there before but it had felt nothing like this. She looked down at Jacali's hand and noticed that her own nipples were hard like little hazelnuts. She watched her own hand rise, her fingertips tracing up Jacali's side to her round breast, slick with the aromatic oil. Jacali gave a little gasp before lowering her lips to Charlie's oily left nipple and sucking. At the same time, unseen fingers moved upwards to her tiny little button. Jacali stopped and grinned as Charlie ground her hips and moaned loudly.
For her and Cocheta this was a great honour. To prepare a virgin for her husband was second only to being a virginal gift to a visiting chief. She was pleased to see that the nights of training with Dahteste had paid off. This white girl, this Charlie, was now writhing on the blankets and furs. Her oiled fingers on her love button were sending tremors through her body. Sensing she was about to come, she backed off causing Charlie to groan in frustration.
Jacali sat back on her heels and drizzled more oil over both of them before leaning forwards and pulling something from under a blanket. Charlie's eyes went wide when she saw that it was smooth ivory maybe seven inches long and an inch thick. She looked across at Becky who had also seen it and was grinning. Jacali lay alongside Charlie, dipped the head of the ivory phallus in oil and slipped her tongue into Charlie's mouth. There was no build up, just a sudden pain in her cunny which almost made her bite Jacali's tongue. After being wiped, the ivory prick was handed across to Cocheta.
Charlie assumed that was the end of the ceremony so was surprised when Jacali laid full length on her and began to slide around, their breasts pressed together. In fact, she was right, the formal part was over. Now, Jacali and Cocheta were going to have some fun. For Charlie, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to cross her legs behind Jacali's waist and wrap her arms around her. From her right, she heard Becky's cry of pain as the ivory prick broke through into her deepest region.
Their bodies now coated in oil, they rolled, kissed and caressed every inch of their young bodies. Both Apache girls came but were careful not to allow the white girls the same release. They began to laugh and throw handfuls of oil at each other, coating their long hair and making it stick to their bodies. Laughing, Becky grabbed Jacali and wrestled her to the ground but she lost her grip and ended up sprawled face down. Jacali was on her in a flash, sliding over her body. Becky tried to squirm free but the Apache was too strong. A knee forced her legs apart and she squealed as two fingers entered her. She felt hot breath by her ear and heard, "Itzanu kintalla n'gata."
Becky had no idea what it meant but it sent shivers of anticipation deep inside her. Jacali rolled her over easily and sat astride her chest, on her breasts, pinning her arms with her knees. A deep breath filled Becky's lungs with the sweet musky scent of Jacali's arousal. Her black curls were only inches from her face. She desperately wanted to kiss them and to probe deep with her tongue. She'd never felt so excited and aroused in her young life. She looked up, eyes pleading, and whispered, "Please, Jacali?" At the same time, her hands slipped around her firm buttocks.
Jacali knew that she shouldn't, it was against all the rules of the ritual but who would ever know? Watching Becky intently, she edged forwards. Is this what she seemed to be begging for?
Cocheta saw what she was doing and was about to intervene when she saw Jacali's head go back, her face contorted with pleasure. If Jacali was caught they'd both be in trouble, so...., why not? Before Charlie fully realised what was happening, Cocheta adopted the same position as her sister, pressing herself onto Charlie's mouth. Charlie was nothing if not a fast learner and quickly discovered what worked and what didn't. She savoured the taste of Cocheta and worked her tongue into everywhere and anywhere.
In the distance, Becky heard drums start up. "Hawadi raka, Cocheta," said Jacali which made Cocheta giggle. Jacali herself laughed and slid slowly down Becky's body, pausing to lick her tummy button on the way.
Oh my goodness, thought Becky, is she going to..., oh my god she is! She watched as Jacali head slipped down between her legs.
This was what Jacali had been most looking forward to. Her first real taste of a white girl. Pushing her legs back, it was hard to see clearly in the dim light from the oil lamp but it looked the same as Cocheta's, just not so brown. The same slit but her curls were softer, much softer. The aroma was very much like Cocheta, maybe a little more intense but not unpleasant. Following her tuition, Jacali blew gently. She was rewarded with a sigh from Becky accompanied by a massive clench of her whole abdominal area.
With all the oil, things had become confused but now Jacali could see clear liquid oozing out of Becky. Dahteste would be pleased, they had prepared the girls well but there was still time if they were quick. She dived onto Becky's cunt and tongue fucked her like crazy. Becky went wild, rolling left and right and crying out, "Oh, Charlieee...!"
Charlie didn't hear her. She was in another world as Cocheta sucked on her tiny clit. "Oh fuck yes..., oh fuck yes..., nnnnnnn... oh fuck yes...!"
None of the girls had heard Dahteste and her mother, Gouyen, raise the flap and enter the sweaty wikiup. They stood, arms folded, watching Becky and Charlie writhe, jerk and cry out as the orgasms tore through their young bodies. In Apache, Dahteste said quietly to her mother, "They have broken the rules of the ritual. They have made them orgasm."
Gouyen smiled, touched her arm and said, "Not unlike you then my dear."
"You knew?" Dahteste said in shock.
"Of course, it always happens, well, usually. It's almost expected these days. It is not only to physically prepare virgins. It is also a test of the sexual skills of Jacali and Cocheta. I would say they have passed, wouldn't you? Come, look at the state of them, it will take some time to clean their hair. You make a start, I will send hot water and help. I will also delay the ceremony. This should not be rushed. Your brothers will have to wait a little longer before stretching these tight white vaginas."
End of Part 2.
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Part 1 can be found here - https://xhamster.com/stories/captured-part-1-994471
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At the flap of the wikiup, Dahteste said, "My brothers will not see you again before tonight. The other men will take them away. For you and them, there are certain ceremonies that are required. You will not understand them or what is being said but that does not matter. No white woman has ever married a Chiricahua Apache before. There will be no words for you to say in the ceremony, my brothers are choosing you, you are not choosing them."
"Your English...," Becky started to say.
"I was taken by white men when I was much younger than you, in revenge for a raid but it was Comanche not Apache, not that it made any difference. After three years I escaped and walked for twenty days to get here."
"Did they...?"
"Abuse me? Yes, I had two babies, both died."
"I'm so sorry," said Becky, fighting back tears.
Dahteste shrugged, "It is in the past. There are good and bad white men, good and bad Apache. Cocheta and Jacali will now take you to a special bathing pool. You will bathe three times today. You must be cleansed, physically, mentally and emotionally. Bad spirits must be banished from your bodies. At sundown, Cocheta and Jacali will prepare you to accept my brothers into your bodies. In the weeks and months to come there is much that you must learn. When the men go hunting, it is women who run and defend the village. You must learn food gathering, cooking, tanning, sewing, basket weaving, how to build your wickiup and to fight."
"Are Itzachu and Biminak classed as boys or men?" asked Becky.
"They have completed the four trials. They have been admitted to the council of the warriors. They are men and are free to marry, hunt, and raid."
"And your father is happy for us to marry your brothers?"
Dahteste laughed, "My father? He has no say in the matter. It is the Apache way that the woman is head of the family."
"And do they really want to marry us? Shouldn't love be involved?"
"Many marriages are arranged. You are a great prize - beautiful, young and fertile. Every man and boy in the village is jealous. Do not worry, they are good brothers and you will give them many sons." She then chuckled to herself.
"What's so funny?" asked Charlie.
"I was just thinking of another reason the other men are jealous - no mother-in-law to worry about."
"So they are happy to marry us?"
"Yes, apart from them both wishing they didn't have a brother."
"Why?"
"Then one of them could marry you both of course."
"Both?" said Becky, "You mean two wives?"
"And twins at that," said Dahteste. "When a man marries a woman he has marriage rights over her unmarried sisters. It is quite common. Cocheta and Jacali are sisters and will probably marry Dinte soon. Cocheta is older so will be the senior wife. Of course, if either Itzachu and Biminak were to die then the survivor would have two wives. In the Apache world, the widow goes to a brother.
"What does the wedding ceremony actually involve?" asked Becky.
Dahteste shrugged, "Whatever our mother decides, there is no set ceremony. To become husband and wife a couple might simply exchange gifts or live together."
"Can they divorce?"
"Yes, a woman can simply throw the man's goods out of the wikiup to end the marriage."
"And the man?"
"He might leave on a hunting trip and not bother to return."
"And if the husband dies, can the woman remarry, if a brother doesn't want her?"
"Immediately if they have no c***dren, maybe a year if with c***dren."
The day passed in a flurry of bathing, anointing, chanting, breathing herbal smoke and dancing. Both girls were struck by how caring all the women were. They appeared to have been completely accepted into a sort of sisterhood. There was no animosity or even a hint of ill will. An elderly woman kept interrupting to take measurements with a piece of woven hide cordage. Dahteste stayed nearby to translate but did not get involved. Through the course of the day, the girls learnt many new Apache words.
"Will we be painted?" Charlie asked Dahteste.
"No, that is for the men. You will be pure and wearing new clothes," said Dahteste before thinking and adding, "By the river, why did you do that to my brothers?"
"You saw us?"
"No, others did."
"We didn't know what was going to happen to us. We were scared. We wanted them to like us."
Dahteste nodded, "I understand. Needs must. How did you know what to do?"
"I saw whores do it," said Charlie, "On the ship from England."
"You are English?" asked Dahteste in surprise.
Charlie nodded as the flap opened and two women carrying clothes led by the old woman entered. The girls were made to try on long soft hide dresses and boots with beads and frills. "They're beautiful," said Becky as she ran her hands down her hips. The old lady fussed about before speaking rapidly to Dahteste.
"My grandmother wants you to take them off again so they can make some changes," she said. Glancing outside she added, "The sun is going down. Cocheta and Jacali will now prepare you. You don't need me, just follow their lead, no words will be needed."
Puzzled, the girls watched her leave. Becky looked at her sister. Naked, she'd never seen her looking so beautiful. Her hair shone from all the washing and brushing, her skin radiant and her nails trimmed and smoothed. Charlie was looking at her too. Admiring her small breasts and high cheekbones. "We're going to be okay," she said quietly.
Becky was wondering what was going to happen next when Cocheta and Jacali stepped in front of them. Without a word, they undid the cords securing their dresses which fell to the ground. Charlie gasped and said, "My goodness, look at those bodies that the dresses have been hiding."
Charlie was right. Becky had never seen such tight and beautifully toned bodies. They were a rich brown all over with long black ponytails, firm large breasts and black pubic hair. "Down," said Cocheta pointing towards the skins, furs and blankets at the rear of the wikiup.
The girls looked at each other before sitting cross-legged looking up. Cocheta shook her head, waved her hand and repeated, "Down." Unsure of what was happening they laid back next to each other, their heads resting on folded blankets.
Cocheta glanced at Jacali and smiled. For the first time, they had been entrusted with the most important part of the ceremonial preparations. The practicing over the last year had brought them even closer together. In Apache, she said, "Which one do you want, my sister?"
Jacali looked at both girls. She had only seen two white people before and they had been wizened old traders. She'd never imagined that white girls could be so beautiful. And their hair! Such a shimmering gold! The only thing she disliked was their tan lines. They looked a little ridiculous with white bodies but sun-browned hands, feet, necks and faces. That would have to be improved in the coming weeks. "The one on this side," she said pointing.
"Charlie?"
"I don't know, how do you tell?"
"She has a scar on her left foot."
"I hadn't noticed that."
"You were too distracted looking elsewhere."
"How long have we got?"
"Until the moon appears. We shall we swop over part way through."
Charlie watched them talking and heard her name mentioned once. Without another word, Jacali knelt next to her as Cocheta went to Becky. She watched Jacali pick up a large wide bowl from her right and place it carefully between her and Becky. It seemed to contain some sort of oil. Taking turns they dipped their hands in and dribbled oil over all their bodies. It felt warm to Charlie who was transfixed by the oil running down Jacali's breasts. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Shhh," whispered Jacali as she and Cocheta began to softly sing. Slowly they started to massage the oil into the girl's legs. Charlie could smell sage, juniper and honey. She closed her eyes and began to relax as the hands slid up and down. Then they went up her hips to her tummy. Then higher. She sucked in air as Jacali began to coat her small breasts with the oil. More oil was added to her shoulders and arms. She had no idea what was happening to Becky but guessed it was the same. The hands were back to her hips edging towards her most private area. A hand pressed on her mound as another eased her legs apart.
Becky gave a moan as she felt Cocheta's fingers tease her little lips. "Oh my god!" she cried when a finger eased in, "She's inside me, Charlie!"
"Tell me about it," sighed Charlie. Becky had touched her there before but it had felt nothing like this. She looked down at Jacali's hand and noticed that her own nipples were hard like little hazelnuts. She watched her own hand rise, her fingertips tracing up Jacali's side to her round breast, slick with the aromatic oil. Jacali gave a little gasp before lowering her lips to Charlie's oily left nipple and sucking. At the same time, unseen fingers moved upwards to her tiny little button. Jacali stopped and grinned as Charlie ground her hips and moaned loudly.
For her and Cocheta this was a great honour. To prepare a virgin for her husband was second only to being a virginal gift to a visiting chief. She was pleased to see that the nights of training with Dahteste had paid off. This white girl, this Charlie, was now writhing on the blankets and furs. Her oiled fingers on her love button were sending tremors through her body. Sensing she was about to come, she backed off causing Charlie to groan in frustration.
Jacali sat back on her heels and drizzled more oil over both of them before leaning forwards and pulling something from under a blanket. Charlie's eyes went wide when she saw that it was smooth ivory maybe seven inches long and an inch thick. She looked across at Becky who had also seen it and was grinning. Jacali lay alongside Charlie, dipped the head of the ivory phallus in oil and slipped her tongue into Charlie's mouth. There was no build up, just a sudden pain in her cunny which almost made her bite Jacali's tongue. After being wiped, the ivory prick was handed across to Cocheta.
Charlie assumed that was the end of the ceremony so was surprised when Jacali laid full length on her and began to slide around, their breasts pressed together. In fact, she was right, the formal part was over. Now, Jacali and Cocheta were going to have some fun. For Charlie, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to cross her legs behind Jacali's waist and wrap her arms around her. From her right, she heard Becky's cry of pain as the ivory prick broke through into her deepest region.
Their bodies now coated in oil, they rolled, kissed and caressed every inch of their young bodies. Both Apache girls came but were careful not to allow the white girls the same release. They began to laugh and throw handfuls of oil at each other, coating their long hair and making it stick to their bodies. Laughing, Becky grabbed Jacali and wrestled her to the ground but she lost her grip and ended up sprawled face down. Jacali was on her in a flash, sliding over her body. Becky tried to squirm free but the Apache was too strong. A knee forced her legs apart and she squealed as two fingers entered her. She felt hot breath by her ear and heard, "Itzanu kintalla n'gata."
Becky had no idea what it meant but it sent shivers of anticipation deep inside her. Jacali rolled her over easily and sat astride her chest, on her breasts, pinning her arms with her knees. A deep breath filled Becky's lungs with the sweet musky scent of Jacali's arousal. Her black curls were only inches from her face. She desperately wanted to kiss them and to probe deep with her tongue. She'd never felt so excited and aroused in her young life. She looked up, eyes pleading, and whispered, "Please, Jacali?" At the same time, her hands slipped around her firm buttocks.
Jacali knew that she shouldn't, it was against all the rules of the ritual but who would ever know? Watching Becky intently, she edged forwards. Is this what she seemed to be begging for?
Cocheta saw what she was doing and was about to intervene when she saw Jacali's head go back, her face contorted with pleasure. If Jacali was caught they'd both be in trouble, so...., why not? Before Charlie fully realised what was happening, Cocheta adopted the same position as her sister, pressing herself onto Charlie's mouth. Charlie was nothing if not a fast learner and quickly discovered what worked and what didn't. She savoured the taste of Cocheta and worked her tongue into everywhere and anywhere.
In the distance, Becky heard drums start up. "Hawadi raka, Cocheta," said Jacali which made Cocheta giggle. Jacali herself laughed and slid slowly down Becky's body, pausing to lick her tummy button on the way.
Oh my goodness, thought Becky, is she going to..., oh my god she is! She watched as Jacali head slipped down between her legs.
This was what Jacali had been most looking forward to. Her first real taste of a white girl. Pushing her legs back, it was hard to see clearly in the dim light from the oil lamp but it looked the same as Cocheta's, just not so brown. The same slit but her curls were softer, much softer. The aroma was very much like Cocheta, maybe a little more intense but not unpleasant. Following her tuition, Jacali blew gently. She was rewarded with a sigh from Becky accompanied by a massive clench of her whole abdominal area.
With all the oil, things had become confused but now Jacali could see clear liquid oozing out of Becky. Dahteste would be pleased, they had prepared the girls well but there was still time if they were quick. She dived onto Becky's cunt and tongue fucked her like crazy. Becky went wild, rolling left and right and crying out, "Oh, Charlieee...!"
Charlie didn't hear her. She was in another world as Cocheta sucked on her tiny clit. "Oh fuck yes..., oh fuck yes..., nnnnnnn... oh fuck yes...!"
None of the girls had heard Dahteste and her mother, Gouyen, raise the flap and enter the sweaty wikiup. They stood, arms folded, watching Becky and Charlie writhe, jerk and cry out as the orgasms tore through their young bodies. In Apache, Dahteste said quietly to her mother, "They have broken the rules of the ritual. They have made them orgasm."
Gouyen smiled, touched her arm and said, "Not unlike you then my dear."
"You knew?" Dahteste said in shock.
"Of course, it always happens, well, usually. It's almost expected these days. It is not only to physically prepare virgins. It is also a test of the sexual skills of Jacali and Cocheta. I would say they have passed, wouldn't you? Come, look at the state of them, it will take some time to clean their hair. You make a start, I will send hot water and help. I will also delay the ceremony. This should not be rushed. Your brothers will have to wait a little longer before stretching these tight white vaginas."
End of Part 2.
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