THE DEFLOWERING

   The priests had come to Sahaa's village and picked her to return to the capitol with them. She would be the  holy virgin deflowered at the midwinter offerings . The village and her parents were both proud and sad for her. Proud  because it was a great honor for her and them, sad because they would never see her again. The virgins became  holy and spent their time in a secret place where all their needs and wants were provided for. For the journey she was carried in a litter by teams of runners that only stopped to replace those who tired and for her to be fed and to answer nature's calls. 
   Arriving at the capitol she was taken to the temple and installed in lovely rooms where she was treated as the Ataul"s own daughter. She learned what her part was to be and practiced her responses. Her body and hair were treated with fine oils and scents and her pubic hair was trimmed so as to expose her lips more fully . Tales were told of what her life would be after her service and of the good things her village and family would recieve because of it.
   The longest night of the year found her on the alter praying and being anoited with more oils and scents. Flowers braided in her hair formed her only coverings as she waited for the dawn. Just as the eastern sky turned pink with the new day the Ataul and the priests entered. The priests wore their finest robes while the Ataul wore only a feather cape and carried his spear of office. Sahaa ahd been instructed to only look up as she lay on her back but she managed to see the Ataul's nude body and the second spear jutting from his loins. Priests encircled her and things started. One placed a silk cloth over her eyes , two more held her hands as still two more spread her legs and held them firmly. As the senior priest intoned the blessings and Sahaa gave her responses more oil was rubbed beween her legs. The Ataul then stood beween her legs without touching them and she knew they were only waiting for the first part of the sun to rise above the horzion.
    Gentle fingers touched her lips and spread open her sex. The time must be near. Suddenly a sharp pain as she was penetrated.
The pain quickly became a lance that shot through her belly up to her chest and seemed to overpower her lungs. As she passed out she thought she could feel her split hyman bleeding but darkness claimed her before she was sure. The Ataul stepped back and looked down at her still body. He really disliked doing this but the priests claimed it was needed and was part of ruling so he did it.
What he really would have prefered would to take this lovely girl to his bedchambers and make love to her all night. He wished he could have done that instead of removing her hyman with one long savage thrust--- with his spear of office.