La Madre - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As soon as the boy and his mother had left the room, Mantotini began to speak again and Antiguilla interpreted, whispering softly to me, "Another husband has been created this night. Soon he will take his rightful place beside one of you, and give you support and help as you raise your children. The justice of La Madre has been carried out here tonight, as it has been since the time of our wise grandmothers, and their wise grandmothers before them. Let no one seek to change our ways, for they are the best way for us to live."

"La Madre's justice will be seen again tonight. Three more males will stand before her, awaiting her judgment. Let it be done now."

So saying, she pointed to the entrance, and all eyes turned to follow her gaze. At that moment, a naked man who was probably in his early twenties entered. He was obviously under the influence of the same drug that had been given to the boy, for he walked with the same sort of half-awake steps. His eyes, though, were in constant motion as they cast about as if looking for some saviour to spare him from this ordeal.

Walking immediately behind the man was a woman of his approximate age, also naked. As the mother had done with her son, she also lightly pushed him toward the raised platform where Mantotini stood waiting. As the pair mounted the stage, turned to face us, and stood still, the elder began to speak again, and Antiguilla whispered to me, "Drusula has brought before us this man, her husband. She has charged him with trying to have sex with her, against all proper prohibitions. No force was used by the man, and you should let that temper your judgment. How do you judge him?"

I could see the seated women looking at their neighbors, and talking among themselves. Finally they seemed to arrive at a consensus, and began to gesture toward the dais. Antiguilla also used that gesture, and I could see that she was holding one hand forward with the thumb upraised, in what is sometimes considered to be the salute that Caesar gave to spare the life of a gladiator who had performed well in the arena.

There was a second part to this gesture though, and it was that part that told everyone there just what the judgment was. All the women, Antiguilla included, placed the forefinger of their other hand across the midpoint of the upraised thumb, in a horizontal position, forming a lower-case letter "t". As soon as Mantotini could see the unanimous verdict, she spoke again, saying, "You have given your judgment of this man, and decided his sentence. La Madre will give him justice."

Again the women began to chant as they had a few minutes before, and I knew they were calling out the name of La Madre. The man's wife then knelt before him, and used the same techniques to arouse him to full erection. His eyes never ceased their silent pleading, and I could hear him moaning in fear even as his penis responded to his wife's ministrations. As before, as soon as he was fully erect, a cord was tied around the base of his headless member. In contrast to the first session, however, this time the second cord was tied tightly in the approximate center of his shaft. It was then I understood the meaning of the gesture the women had made, and I was sure I knew what his punishment would be.

The woman then stood and guided her husband toward La Madre, whose mouth was once again gaping open, as if hungrily waiting for him. I could see the boy's fresh blood on her teeth, and it made her all the more fearsome. The man must have been affected the same way, for he began to whimper as loudly as his drugged vocal cords would allow.

As with the boy, the condemned man's penis was guided into La Madre's mouth, but this time it continued to the center point of the shaft. Then, as before, the woman nodded to Mantotini. Again her foot stomped down on the lever, and again the gruesome task was quickly performed, accompanied by the man's agonized scream. When his wife turned him again, for our inspection, I saw that his former 7" penis was now about half that length.

Again I heard moans of pleasure from the other women, and then realized I was also making those same sounds. It was at that moment that I realized Antiguilla's hand was between my legs, and her finger was busily at work bringing me wave after wave of pleasure.

So much for my vaunted disassociation from primitive rituals. Not only had I been aroused by what had transpired here this night, I was actually letting another woman bring me pleasure. And what pleasure it was! If I had to rank all the orgasms I'd ever had, that one would have been at the top. I simply can't explain why witnessing such a thing had aroused me to such a peak, but it had. All I can do is report it; I can't explain it.

By the time I was again able to observe my surroundings, the small piece of hollow reed was in place and the healing substance had been applied. I watched as the semi-conscious man was escorted to the door, and then disappeared from view.

There was a pause in the proceedings at that point, and I certainly welcomed it. I had always prided myself on my ability to make mental notes of rituals, and then to later commit them to writing. It had always been my opinion that the use of recording equipment, and even cameras, by some of my colleagues, inhibited the native's participation in the rituals, and so I did not use such things. I knew that my mental state, following such a fantastic orgasm, would not allow me to remember all the little details that are so important in anthropological study, and I was glad for the break.

By the time Mantotini again began to speak, my head was clear. Again Antiguilla whispered the translation in my ear, saying, "Once more La Madre has protected us from the advances of an uncontrolled male. So it has always been, and so it will always be. Prepare now to sit in judgment of another uncontrolled male, but this time one who deserves a much harsher punishment." She then raised her arm to point to the entrance, and the seated women turned as one to stare.

At that moment, the third naked male entered the room, followed closely by his female guide, who shocked me by being only a child. Surely she couldn't have been any more than ten years of age. This time the man's penis was completely intact, even though he was obviously fully mature, and indeed probably close to thirty years of age. I was sure he was one of the "breeders" both because of his maturity and the unmodified condition of his penis. Further corroboration was provided by the size of the thing, which, even though limp, appeared to my untrained eyes to be as large as my arm. I was sure he was much larger than Paolo, and secretly wished there were some way to hurry the proceedings to the point where his member would become erect. I truly wished at that point that I had violated my practice of using cameras, because what I would soon see would be worthy of several photos.

As soon as the pair had stepped onto the dais and turned to face the audience, Mantotini began speaking with anger in her voice. Antiguilla interpreted her words as, "My sisters, we are faced with the results of our leniency toward some of our males. Let your judgment of him be harsh. This creature has used force against one of us in a cruel attempt to satisfy his lust. This girl child was ambushed as she walked to the gardens, and forcibly carried into the jungle. Only her cries saved her from a horrible fate."

She then turned to the child, asking, "Consulante, have I stated the truth of the matter? Are the charges accurate?"

The child was obviously intimidated by this situation, but summoned the courage to reply, "Yes, Mantotini, it is as you said. This male did that to me. I ask all gathered here to judge him harshly, and to subject him to La Madre's justice."

The elder smiled in obvious pride at the child's mature response, then again spoke to the seated women. "You have heard his crime, and it has been confirmed as accurate by the intended victim. How do you judge this male?"

This time there was no discussion, no hesitation. As one, every woman and girl in the room held forth one hand. This time, instead of the thumb being upraised, it was bent into the palm of the hand, giving the appearance of a hand with no thumb at all. I immediately understood the meaning of that gesture, and , seemingly unable to control my response, moved my own arm and hand to display the same appearance. I know that by participating in this ceremony I was violating the precepts of disengaged study, but I somehow could not stop myself. Given the nature of the crime against this child, I have no regrets.

Mantotini then said, "You have judged this male. Let La Madre give him justice." Again the audience began the chant, and it continued as the child knelt in front of her would-be rapists and fondled and sucked his huge penis until it was rampant. I had joined in the chanting, but as I saw the truly monstrous size of the thing standing out from the man's crotch, my voice became silent. Given what was about to happen (I hoped!) to the thing, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret at the waste. Practically every woman in the world would have given a great deal to have it in her bed, and now it was going to become nothing more than a snack for La Madre. However, the thrill in my chest and crotch belied my intellectual feelings at that point, and I soon began to again chant.

As before, as soon as the penis was fully erect, a cord was tied around its base. What was different this time was that the assistant had gripped it tightly in both her hands and stretched it from his body before the cord was placed. I knew that meant he wouldn't have even a stub after La Madre had eaten him.

With the chant continuing, and even growing in volume, the child nudged the man toward the waiting mouth of La Madre. His eyes darted frantically around the room and the moaning from his throat was almost pitiful. I knew my heart was hardened against him, and was sure the same applied to every other woman in the room. He must be made to pay for his crime, and what was about to happen was truly justice.

Again time seemed to slow for me as the monstrous cock was guided into the gaping mouth. The little girl pushed her body against his, trying with all her might to get every possible fraction of an inch beyond the waiting teeth, hoping to erase forever all traces of the horrid thing.

Finally she was satisfied with her efforts, and nodded to Mantotini. Again her foot was raised, then brought sharply down on the lever. Again the jaws snapped closed, followed immediately by the man's agonized scream as his magnificent manhood was severed from his body. Again my hand drifted to my dripping crotch, and began to pleasure it.

My lustful enjoyment was stopped by Antiguilla, who placed her hand on my arm and said, "Please wait to find your pleasure. There is one man remaining to be judged, and I guarantee that if you wait, you'll achieve the best orgasm of your entire life."

That seemed impossible to me, given the level of satisfaction I had achieved several minutes before, but I resolved to trust in the judgment of the young woman, and moved my hand away from my vagina. She smiled in approval, and said, "It won't be long now. You won't be sorry you waited."

I hoped that would be the case, for even with my hand now still, my crotch was still tingling and demanding attention.

As soon as the third man had been treated with the healing salve, he was escorted from the room. Mantotini then announced a break to allow the women to refresh themselves, and signaled toward the entrance. As I looked there, several men began to enter, all carrying trays holding small drinking vessels and pitchers. They began to disperse among the women, and then to serve some sort of beverage.

The man who approached Antiguilla and I had two drinking vessels on his tray and two pitchers. He poured a libation from one of the containers, and then handed it to Antiguilla. My drink came from the second pitcher, and it was soon in my hand. My companion then raised her cup and said something I interpreted as "to the health and well-being of women everywhere". I repeated the phrase as well as I could, and then we both drained our cups.

I had swallowed many different types of local brews in my visits to native villages, but never before had one had the effect on me that soon became evident. My senses seemed to expand, and I could hear the softest conversations from the other side of the room. The torchlight became as bright as an arc light, and I could see details that had been hidden from me only moments before. I could smell scents that had not been evident, the most prevalent being those produced by aroused womanhood. The effect of that scent was to increase my own arousal, and once again I had to fight to keep from moving my hand to my crotch.

Antiguilla chose that moment to speak to me, saying, "My friend, I must speak to you in private. Please accompany me outside."

My body seemed entirely hers to command, and it stood from the mat where it had been seated for so long. My companion also stood, and as she walked to the door I followed closely behind her.

As we entered the cool night air, my brain seemed to clear somewhat, but the sensation of heightened senses and emotions was still there. We stood facing each other, and I waited for her to tell me what was so important. Finally she said, "I have to tell you something that will be very disturbing to you. Please bear with me."

I nodded in acquiescence, then waited for her to continue. "The first night of our journey here together, after I had joined you on the boat, your husband offered me money to come to his bed. Of course, I did not do it. You can be assured of that. For him to do such a thing is a crime in our clan, and the only reason he wasn't punished then is because I knew we would soon be close friends, and I didn't want to hurt you."

"I would have overlooked his crime, for your sake. However, this morning when you were talking with Mantotini, I went to the guest hut where he was staying to see if he lacked anything for his comfort. I was no sooner in the door than he threw me down on his sleeping platform and tried to have sex with me. All women here are trained from childhood to use their knee on a male in just that spot where it will hurt the most. I did that to him, and when he was gasping in pain, ran back to the village."

"Such a crime cannot be ignored. I told Mantotini of it, and she agreed that he must be punished, even though he is your husband. As his intended victim, I have the right to escort him into the meeting room. However, as his wife, you have the greater right, since his offense against you is considered to be greater than that against me. You must be given first choice, but if you don't agree to do it, then I must. We cannot simply overlook what he has done, since it is a crime too great for that. What is your decision?"

She paused then, looking deeply into my eyes with an expression of sincere friendship and shared pain on her lovely face. I had been horrified to hear of James' actions on the boat, and was beyond that emotion when she related his attack on her. As I recalled the many, many times in the past he had shamed me by having affairs with my students, or trying to initiate such things with them, my disgust with him, and indeed my rage toward him, became almost unbearable.

After standing there in silence for what seemed hours, I at last said, "I am deeply sorry for the actions of my husband. He has shamed me for the last time. I accept the responsibility of taking him into the room, and all that will follow."

Antiguilla hugged me close then, in that universal gesture of shared pain and affection. I hugged her also, equally fiercely. After a time, I whispered, "Where is he?" She knew immediately what I was asking, and without saying anything she took my hand and led me to a nearby hut.

As we entered the hut, which was dimly illuminated by the light of a single torch, I saw James standing in the center, with his back to a supporting post. He was completely naked, and more than that, his pubic hair had been shaved. It was the first time I had seen his penis in many months, and I was struck by the contrast between it and the ones I had been seeing everywhere in the village for the past two days.

His little penis reminded me more than anything of a shrunken worm, and I was sure it was smaller than what a six-year-old child here would have. Even when erect, it was smaller than the one on the pubescent boy who had been prepared to be a husband such a short time ago. My heightened senses seemed to be accompanied by an increased emotional state, and at that moment I felt an overwhelming disgust, and even hate, for my husband's cock, and knew that it was right that it should suffer for what he had done to my friend.

It was then I realized that he seemed to be in a stupor, similar to what I had seen in the other males in the ceremony. I assumed he had been given some sort of drug, and Antiguilla confirmed that. She said it was not their intent to cause men great pain and suffering, but at the same time they needed to feel, as well as see, what was being done to them. That way, they would have strong memories of the procedure, and that would help to guide their future behavior. I had to agree with her, although at that moment I wished that James were able to experience fully what would soon be his punishment.

Antiguilla removed the bindings from his wrists so that he could move away from the post. She then re-tied them, and indicated that he was ready to be escorted to the ceremony. I moved behind him and gave him a shove to indicate he was to walk forward, and we left the hut and proceeded to the entrance of the meeting room. Once there, Antiguilla told me to wait for a few moments, and she disappeared inside.

She returned right away, and motioned me forward, saying all was ready for us. Again I pushed my husband forward, very eager to soon be standing beside him on the stage, and waiting for the judgment of my sisters to be rendered against my sexual predator of a husband. As I visualized over and over James approaching La Madre's gaping mouth, the thrill returned to my chest, and my pussy began to actually ache with its building lust. I wanted to push him as hard as I could, forcing him to run to his appointment with La Madre's justice. Instead I attempted to conform to the dignity of the procedure by walking slowly through the entrance.

All eyes were turned to us as we entered. I saw the shocked expressions on their faces as they looked at the tiny penis displayed in my husband's crotch, quickly followed by titters and subdued laughs. By the time we had reached the stage, it seemed as if every woman there was pointing at James' crotch and openly laughing. I was sure it was the first time any of them had ever seen such a small thing on a grown man, and they couldn't contain their amusement. I would have liked to join in, but the only image in my mind was of La Madre eating his little worm. The only emotion I felt then was one of complete lust, and I could feel the juices coating my inner thighs as I walked.

When we reached the stage, I told James to step onto it, and then followed suit. I then turned him to face the seated women, and we stood there waiting for the next step in the ceremony.

Mantotini was finally able to stifle her laughs, and she began to speak. Antiguilla whispered in my ear, "This 'man' (here she had to pause to wipe her eyes, and struggle to control her laughter before continuing) has offered money to Antiguilla as a way to have sex with her." As soon as she said that, the expressions on the women's faces changed from amusement to disgust, and several of them muttered in low voices.

She continued, "This creature attacked Antiguilla in an attempt to rape her. Although he did not succeed, the crime is no less. Antiguilla, have I spoken the truth?"

My companion then answered, "Yes. He did those things to me. You have spoken the truth."

The mood of the assembled women then became one of open hostility. I glanced at James' face then, and could see the beginning of fear. I was sure he had assumed he was being presented naked before these women so they could admire his cock, and that would then lead to group sex, or something of that nature. He could sense now that he'd been mistaken, and the stirrings of excitement he'd felt moments before had become fear. I wished there were time to explain to him the nature of this ceremony, and its outcome, so I could see that fear change to terror. I know now that the drink I'd been given was affecting my emotions at that time, but I have to admit that the outrage and disgust I felt then for my husband had been built upon a foundation of those emotions that was already present in me. At that time, I wanted nothing more than to see him punished in the most severe manner possible, and not only that, I wanted to witness it, and to actually be the cause of it.

Mantotini then said, "You have heard the truth of his crimes against our sister. Judge him now."

As with the child rapist who had been on trial so recently, there was no hesitation as the women passed sentence on my husband. Even with that though, my hand was the first to show my judgment as I extended it with the thumb entirely hidden. As the other women extended their own hands, their gestures were the same as mine. I knew that James' fate had been decided, and he would soon begin his life as a eunuch.

I knew what was expected of me, since I'd seen the three previous escorts do it to their men. However, I found the thought of even touching my husband's repulsive little worm, let along taking it into my mouth, to be enough to actually make me ill. I resolved to do my part, though, so the ceremony could then proceed to its wonderful conclusion. In truth, the burning in my crotch had reached such a pitch by then that I would have done virtually anything to satisfy its cravings.

Antiguilla noticed my hesitation to kneel before my husband, and she whispered, "Let me do it, my friend. I welcome the opportunity to prepare him for La Madre, knowing this erection will be his last ever." She said those words to me with enough volume that James was able to overhear, and the immediate look of terror on his face was priceless. I was sure now that he fully understood what was in store for him, and that made it all the more delicious for me.

The young woman sank to her knees and began to fondle the shrunken penis just barely visible between my husband's legs. Even though his fear was plain to see, his manhood could not resist the pleasure that was being given it. Very slowly the pitiful little thing began to increase in size, and after she had caressed it for almost two minutes, Antiguilla was rewarded by the sight of it almost fully erect.

That sight seemed to bring back the amused reaction the women had demonstrated as they first saw James, and I heard several giggles in the background. I'm sure some of them had thought the little thing would grow to "normal" size when erect, but now they could see that wasn't going to happen. The effect was undoubtedly that of seeing a six-year-old boy with a hardon. Although such a thing was probably common here, where all males were required to remain naked, the fact they were seeing a child's erection on a grown man was probably a comical contrast to them.

Antiguilla at last took the tiny pecker in her mouth and began to tongue and suck it. James' moans of passion were easy to hear, and I knew he was at last living his fantasy of having his cock sucked, something I had never done for him. When his moans increased in intensity, signaling his approaching orgasm, she withdrew her mouth and left his penis bobbing in the cool air, wishing for its former warm, wet home.

As she began to wrap the cord around the base of his shaft, I said, "Wait. Please ask the assistant to stand behind him and hold his hips from moving." She was quick to understand my intention, and said something to the other woman, who immediately took her position. When she had a firm grip on James' hips, I roughly grabbed his erection and with all my might pulled it away from his body. When I was sure it was stretched as far as possible, I whispered, "Now. Tie it off."

Antiguilla quickly drew the double loop of cord as tight as possible, until it actually sank beneath the surface of his skin. She then tied it expertly, and everyone in the room knew that my husband's final erection would stay that way until it was presented to La Madre.

I believe it was at that point I realized the women were chanting La Madre's name, and had been doing so the entire time since presenting their judgment. In my state of lustful excitement, I simply had not heard them, but now they rang louder and louder, until they seemed to pulse in time with my fevered heartbeat. I knew the time had come for James to meet The Mother, and to receive his reward for his despicable behavior toward Antiguilla, and indeed toward every woman he had ever met.

I roughly turned him to face the back of the stage, and watched as he saw for the first time what was waiting there. La Madre's mouth was once again gaping wide, and the blood from the previous three males was spread all over them. The very large, very sharp teeth glistened with their coating of fresh blood, and I seemed to hear her say, "Bring him to me! I must have him! He has sinned, and I will punish him!" The invitation wasn't needed, since I was already pushing him toward her.

No time seemed to pass before we had reached La Madre, and I had guided his penis into her mouth. His moans were pitiful, and I knew if he weren't drugged, his struggles would have been too much for me to handle. As it was, he could do no more than slow his progress toward his ultimate fate, and jerk his eyes from side to side looking for some way out. As I held him in position, waiting for Mantotini to place her foot on the lever, she whispered something to Antiguilla, who in turn whispered to me, "Do you wish to make La Madre bite him? It is your right as his wife."

The moment I heard that offer, I knew that it was indeed my fondest wish. I wanted nothing more than to be the one who would unman him, and I was quick to reply, "Yes! Please let me do it!"

Antiguilla then replaced me behind James, pressing her lovely breasts tightly against his back to hold him in place. I moved to stand in front of him, and then raised one foot and rested it lightly on the lever. When I had absorbed as much of his terror as I could, I said clearly to him, "Say good-bye to it. You're no longer a man." I then forcefully lowered my foot, and saw the immediate response of La Madre's lower jaw as it shot upward toward the imprisoned penis.

The room was so still at that time I actually heard the click of her teeth as La Madre's jaws closed, followed in short order by the sound of his severed penis dropping to the platform below. I'm sure James' agonized scream then drowned out everything else, but I can't say. My orgasm had started as my leg dropped, and if Mantotini hadn't been there to support me, I would have fallen to the floor in oblivious ecstasy. There is simply no way to describe what I felt as those waves of pleasure swept over me. In retrospect, I have to agree with Antiguilla's assertion that I would have the best orgasm ever, because it was certainly that. Suffice it to say it was the sort of thing that is very addicting, and I knew intuitively that I would do everything in my power to repeat it as many times as possible.

When I finally regained my senses, Mantotini released her hold on me and I stood unaided. I looked at James then, and saw that he too had almost collapsed, although probably for a reason different than mine. Antiguilla was supporting him, and I quickly moved to take her place, as was my duty as his wife.

I waited a few seconds for him to regain his ability to stand, and then guided him to the front of the dais so all could see that he had paid the price for his transgressions. I was pleased to hear their murmurs of approval, and could tell they were pleased by my part in the ceremony.

James' wound was covered with the salve then, and I knew the ritual was at an end. It had certainly been the most exciting, most memorable thing ever to happen in my life, and I longed to record it as soon as possible, while even the smallest details were fresh in my mind. I hoped that by reading my notes in the future, they would stimulate me almost as much as the ceremony itself, although in truth I knew such a thing was impossible.

As we slowly walked up the aisle, and then out the door, Antiguilla said to me, "Would you like for Paolo to come to your bed tonight? He is very skilled." I realized then that the drug I'd been given was still at least partially active, as evidenced by the thrill in my chest and the heat in my vagina. With no hesitation, I replied, "Yes. I'd like that very much." We both smiled as we half-carried James to the hut where we'd found him such a short time before.

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Paolo did come to my bed that night, and taught me the difference between "lovemaking" and "fucking". I'd had sexual relations with a couple of men before James and I were married, and no others afterwards, in contrast to him. In all three cases, it was obvious to me that the man's sole focus was his own orgasm and not mine. His penis was the center of his attention, and my genitals were there only for his gratification.

With Paolo, I knew the true meaning of excitement, of arousal, and even of lust. His slow, loving attentions to every part of my body brought me to higher and higher levels of pleasure, and by the time his huge penis actually penetrated me, it was almost as an afterthought. The feeling I then had of being filled beyond any possible level of fullness was not an afterthought, though. It gave me a sense of completeness like very few women will ever know, or even dream about. From that point on, I was addicted to big cocks, and knew I'd rather not have sex at all than to ever again let a small one enter me.

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We stayed in the village for slightly more than two months, and the only way to describe it is to say it was the best time ever in my life. I learned something new with each passing day. The inner workings of the matriarchal society were revealed to me in ways that could never be learned from reading about them. The day-to-day details were fascinating as they showed me the relationships between the men and the women of the village. What we take for granted in western cultures I now know to be aberrant practices. What men of my culture would assume to be unworkable was shown to be not only practical, but desirable.

But, most of all I learned to love. Paolo showed me what it means to make love, from both sides. When I returned his loving attentions, it seemed to increase them. The more I pleasured him, the more he pleasured me. I learned the joys of having a true man's penis in my mouth, even to the point of accepting and swallowing his gift. I learned that the taste of semen can be addictive, and I came to enjoy it as much in my mouth as in my vagina.

After about two weeks, James also began to accept his new role in life. That may seem strange to my readers, but it was exactly what happened. Antiguilla told me it would happen, because he would come to realize that no other woman would have him, and he would be happy that I continued to call him my husband. He also improved in his lovemaking skills as he watched Paolo and I in bed together. As his sex hormones continued to be produced, but he no longer had a way to relieve himself, he seemed to increase his loving attentions to me. I began to love him again, and even to practice the technique Antiguilla had shown me that would allow a eunuch to achieve orgasm. James' gratefulness when I did that the first time was almost amusing, and I promised myself I'd do it more often if he earned it.

It was also surprising to me to see that my husband had a homosexual side. By the time we left the village, he seemed to enjoy Paolo's cock as much as I, although it never penetrated him anywhere but in his mouth. The size of the thing would surely have injured him if he had tried to accept it anywhere else. I learned that it was arousing to watch two men enjoying each other's body, and vowed to continue exploring that new dimension of our relationship when we returned to the United States.

Most of all, though, I experienced a sense of sadness, almost of despair, that we would soon have to leave this wonderful place. I wished there were some way for us to live here for the rest of our lives, but knew that would be impossible. Our place was in our own culture, and there we would return. However, we would continue to visit this village as much as possible in the years to come.

I vowed to keep secret the location of the village, knowing that the surest way to destroy it was to open it to the outside world. With that in mind, I have changed the country and the river in this narrative. The village is indeed in South America, but you would search in vain for it in Venezuela, or anywhere in the Orinoco basin. The other details are true, though, to the best of my ability.

I've offered this story as an example of what is possible in other types of societies. I do not expect our own culture to change in my lifetime, if ever. Men simply have all the power now, and they will fight to the death to retain it. I've seen the opposite side of the coin, and know it to be much better, much more right, somehow. I'm sure that when God designed the societies of this planet, She did her best works in the jungles of South America. I wish we could emulate them.

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James and I have returned to the village one time since the above events happened. In the intervening months, I had assembled a list of questions that were never answered on our first visit, and during the second I made sure Antiguilla and the other women were asked them.

Chief among my questions was the one relating to how Mike, a man of western culture, came to be married to Antiguilla, a much younger woman from a society that was virtually opposite to his. Her story of how he was "captured" by her, and subsequently lost his manhood, was fascinating. I hope to relate it to you if I decide to submit updates to this story.

I was also startled to learn that, on rare occasions, women were sentenced to the same sort of punishments as those I had seen being applied to men. Antiguilla tried to explain exactly what was done to the women, and what was used to do it, but I simply couldn't visualize it. That was the case with La Madre, on my first visit. It was a situation that was beyond my experience, my understanding, and the only way to achieve that understanding was to actually witness the ceremony.

I did witness such a ceremony shortly before our departure on our second visit, and it was in many ways as exciting to me as what I had seen on the first. Of course, nothing will ever match the height of passion that was given to me when I unmanned my own husband, but the feeling of sexual arousal was there, all the same.

If I can, I'll also tell of what happened to me on the night of the second ceremony. It opened a part of me that I had not known existed, but that in many ways was equally as exciting as any "normal" sexual relationship I'd ever had. Perhaps that experience will also be part of any future submission to this archive.