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Clanluna
Chapter 106: Abduction
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
CL106
Clanluna
It’s much easier for me to write expositions of Clanluna culture where my philosophy shows, and everyone is happy that it is chapters like this where bad people to bad things. But villains are necessary in order to provide dramatic tension.
Alianne - What part, which plotlines are you interested in? peoples review can sometimes affect the course of this fic.
Chapter 106: Abduction
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
A few days later, Zariz was practicing throwing spears with Đoroči and Gražđ, when Wilmara approached them.
“Take a look at this!” said Wilmara, as she handed Zariz a stone with a rune painted on it.
“A charged rune-stone?” offered Zariz.
“Yes, but I didn’t use a wand!” proclaimed Wilmara. “I thought maybe it didn’t work as easily for us because we’re different genders. So, I asked Maeba and Tayla to help me. Tayla said I was still a little girl, but Maeba was willing to help me. And this is the result!”
“That is interesting,” agreed Đoroči. “Zariz, do you think it might work if we tried it?”
“It’s worth a try,” agreed Zariz.
“Eww!” said Gražđ-
After this, Sharing Pleasures became a habit for the two boys, even when there was no rune-stone to charge. So they Shared regularly until the next summer.
But Ancient Runes wasn’t their only new class. Care of Magical Creatures put them in daily contact with the push-me/pull-you’s. As a result, Wilmara joined the group of women who were trying to re-invent weaving. The only cloth clothes in the world, Luna had brought with her. The muggle clothes, made on factory machine looms with artificial fibers were impossible to duplicate. However, Luna’s magical clothes, like robes, were made by house elves on 16th century style looms. Luna didn’t know how they were made. But careful examination and access to the push-me/pull-you wool was allowing them to reconstruct the technique. The normal use of push-me/pull-you wool was as absorbent padding for babies or women’s monthly flow.
Back at Mariza’s Huffflepuff Clan, people were very busy. In addition to the hunting and gathering of autumn fruits that other clans normally did, there was also the Harvest of the grass that Mariza had domesticated into a grain that hadn’t existed in the old timeline. With all the extra people, especially Weeches and Weez-urs who had participated in last Spring’s Mother Festival in the stone circle, there was a much larger area protected from browsing animals than ever before.
The bees had also been prolific, and had swarmed to make a new hive.
Finally, Mariza’s divination told her that this would be the last warm day before winter. And so, Esathonia and Đučaviča took a couple of horses and rode out hunting. They were doing the real kind of hunting, not the Summer Gathering variety. They rode away from the cave for a long time before they finally spotted a herd of megaceros. The circled the herd in opposite directions before they finally attacked. With Đučaviča’s bow and Esathonia’s spears, they managed to bring down one before the herd scattered in three directions. They had gotten down from the horses to field dress their kill when the horses suddenly spooked and ran to the North, away from the cave. Đucaviča quickly spotted the reason for the horse’s fright. I pride of Cave Lions was approaching them from the South. Right now the lions were between them and the cave. But the lions were starting to spread out. The hunters had become hunted.
“We can either go after the horses, or stand and fight the lions,” pointed out Đučaviča.
“Horses,” replied Esathonia. “I do no think the two of us can fight off that many Cave lions by ourselves.
Mariza and Vezava had gone foraging down by the river. Once they’d filled their baskets. Mariza said:
“I’m very dirty! How about a swim?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” replied Vezava, as she set down her basket and began loosening the side ties of her summer-dress.
After they’d washed the dirt off of each other and swam for a bit, the two women climbed out to lay on a large flat rock on the other side of the river. They were blissfully enjoying sun upon their bare skin, when Mariza felt a shadow on her. She opened her eyes to see a familiar group of men standing over them . . . the Vanthonoi!
“Well, well . . . if it isn’t the flatheads!” said Veltin.
In the past, Vezava had pointed him out to her, But Mariza would never forget that face. This was the man who had Forced her, and later Vojkovica!
Mariza rolled over and spotted her wand, along with her clothes and the baskets, on the other side of the river.
“Acio Wand!” called out Mariza, as she reached for it. But it just wiggled a little. “Accio Wand!”
“That’s enough of that!” said Veltin.
Mariza had been so intently concentrating on her wand, that by the time she started to put up a struggle, it was too late. The men had already rolled her and Vezava on their bellies and tied their hands behind their backs!
“You two are coming back to our Cave, where all the men can have you,” explained Veltin.
“Veltin you let us go this instant!” screamed Vezava.
“Not a chance,” replied the Vanthonoi man, as he lifted up on her arms to encourage her to walk.
Both the women struggled agains the men, but with their arms tied behind their backs, all the men had to do is lift up on their arms until they screamed and the women would start moving again. Once she’d realized there was no way to out-muscle these men, Mariza began trying to think of a way to escape. That”s when she spotted it. A red mushroom with white spots. It was very similar in appearance to another one used in the Winter Mother Festival tea. But this one was much more deadly. A desperate plan of escape began to form in Mariza’s mind as she pretended to stumble and fall.
“Aaaiiii!!!!” Mariza screamed in pain as the men nearly tore her arms out of joint, trying to keep her upright. But she went limp and endured the pain so she could grab that mushroom. As they picked her up again, she crumpled it in her fist so they wouldn’t see.
“Don’t eat anything I cook for them,” said Mariza in English.
SMACK!
“None of that flathead jabbering!” said one of the men, as he hit the back of her head. “Talk like a human!”
When the men tired of Mariza’s attempts to slow them down, they finally picked each of them up and carried them. It was late afternoon when they finally arrived at the Cave of the Vanthonoi. There was a large chamber just inside the entrance. with a communal cooking fire where meals were made. Around the edge of the chamber, sleeping areas were enclosed in partitions.
“Get some sleeping furs,” ordered Veltin. “We’ll let everybody Force them out here. Who ever succeeds in taming them can have them as a mate.”
One of the men ran into a partitioned room and emerged with some furs which were spread out in by the cooking fire. Suddenly Mariza realized that this was it . . . the day her baby dies! If these men succeed in Forcing her, one of them will cause her to lose the baby. Mariza began thrashing about wildly!
“Oooh! Looks like she’s not a flathead, after all!” said Lontur, gleefully. “Grab her! Hold her down!”
“Help me Vezava!” Pleaded Mariza. “He’s going to kill my baby!”
On hearing this plea from her Goddess, Vezava began fighting more ferociously too. They pulled Mariza’s legs apart, but Mariza still managed to kick one man between the legs. He groaned and held his stomach before backing off.
“Here let me show you how it’s done,” said Veltin, as he knelt between her legs. He’d already removed his leggings. Now he began rubbing in organ against Mariza.
As she tried to fight them off, she could feel that her struggles only served to cause her to rub against against him and she could feel his excitement growing. A moan to her left alerted her to the fact that one of them was already inside Vezava, thrusting away as Vezava tried to make her moans of pain more enticing for the men. Mariza thought Vezava must be trying to draw them away from Mariza. But she wasn’t succeeding. Mariza could feel that Veltin was almost ready to Force her.
“Please don’t kill my baby!” pleaded Mariza over and over, until she grunted in pain, as Veltin stuck his organ into her.
“Stop! Please Stop! I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just stop!” begged Mariza as he thrust into her roughly.
But her her pleas and struggles only seemed to excite him more. There was a man holding her arms over her head and one holding each of her legs as Veltin Forced her. Two men and a woman were holding Vezava down while she was forced. Most of the other women were in a circle around them cheering them on as they Forced the two women. Mariza heard one of the women cough, just before she felt the baby inside her tear loose. She unborn child had died. . . . Mariza stopped struggling. . . there wasn’t a point any more. . . . She looked up in Veltin’s eyes and saw triumph, just before he Relieved his Need in her. Now that he’d finished, Veltin collapsed on top of her to catch his breath for a moment before pulling out of her and asking the crowd:
“All right, who’s next?”
“Veltin, look!” said one of the men, as he he pointed at the blood on Veltin’s organ.
Veltin punched Mariza in the face, then yelled: “Why didn’t you tell me it was your moon-time! You stupid flathead!”
He grabbed a sobbing Mariza by the hair and made her follow him to the other side of the fire where a couple of women were preparing a meal, instead of watching.
“She’s going to help you cook!” said Veltin, as he threw her at their feet.
After he’d gone off gone off to join with the Forcing of Vezava, a woman rushed up to help her.
“Here, lets get you cleaned up,” said a woman that reminded her of Vezava. Oh! What happened to your hand?”
Mariza looked down at her hand. In her struggles her nails had drawn blood from her hand. But she’d kept that fist clenched.
“It is nothing, help me with this,” said Mariza as she indicated the blood flowing from between her legs as she lost her baby.
The woman wet a small fur and used it to help Mariza wash herself off.
“I’m Larnva, what’s your name?” asked the woman as she helped clean Mariza.
“My name it Mariza. I’m heard your name before. Are you Vezava’s mother?” asked Mariza.
Larnva nodded.
“Why aren’t you doing anything to stop them?” asked Mariza.
“I can’t!” explained Larnva. “A man has a right to Force any woman he wants. Even if I tried to help her, I’d probably be beaten to death for heresy!”
“What is heresy?” asked Mariza.
“Anything the Vanthon, our One-who-Serves-the-Mother disagrees with,” explained Larnva.
“But she’s your daughter!” protested Mariza. “How can you just sit here and let this happen?”
“If she starts to enjoy it, they’ll stop after every man has had a chance to Force her,” explained Larnva. “If she doesn’t . . . . they’ll keep Forcing her until she learns to enjoy it . . .”
Mariza was horrified! They weren’t going to stop until Vezava liked it! She had thought the sounds she was hearing, was Vezava grunting in pain. But Vezava had grown up amongst these people. If she knew what was expected of her, She might be trying to fake Pleasure so they would stop!
Mariza knew that as soon as she recovered from her miscarriage, the same fate was in store for her! She dropped the crumpled up mushroom in the stew Larnva was cooking. It was excruciating for Mariza, seeing all those men Force her most devoted follower. But Mariza knew their only chance of escape lay in subterfuge. So she tried to block out the sounds Vezava was making as she pretended to enjoy what they were doing to her.
When Veltin came over to the fire, she wanted to throw the hot stew all over him, instead she sat at his feet like a Clan woman and offered him a wooden bowl of the stew.
“Would you like something to eat?” asked Mariza, as she bowed her head and held up the wooden bowl.
“You wouldn’t be trying to poison me would you?” asked Mariza’s rapist.
“It’s safe, Veltin, I made it myself,” said Larnva.
“Hmmmmm . . . . Tell you what, flathead. You eat the first bowl,” ordered Veltin. If you don’t die, then I’ll have a bowl.”
Mariza took the carved antler spoon and dutifully ate the stew. When she was done, she used a finger to scrape the last remainder up and licked her finger. She then stepped back over to the mammoth stomach suspended from a tripod in which Larnva had been cooking and refilled the bowl. Returning to her place at his feet she again offered Veltin the Stew.
“Hey! This is pretty good!” exclaimed Veltin. “Did you do something different, Larnva?”
“No, I made it the way I usually do,” replied Larnva.
“Hey, Everybody! Try the Stew! Larnva’s made it better than usual!” announced Veltin.
“Oh! Oh! Oooooooohhh!!” Vezava’s moans echoed through the cave as the men Forced her over and over and Mariza watched the whole tribe eat the stew she had drugged. The mushroom made it easier, not to block out the sounds Vezava was making, but to not care so much. Mariza found her self drifting off into the vision world. . . .
“Wake up! Wake up Goddess!” whispered Vezava, as she shook Mariza awake.
“Huh? Wha-?” mummbled Mariza.
“Get up!” hissed Vezava, as she pulled Mariza to her feet. “We’ve go to get out of here while we can!”
After pulling Mariza’s arm over her shoulders, Vezava steered them out of the cave. The Moon was below the horizon and with Mariza still being under the influence, the effect of the Starlit sky on her was dazzling.
“Oh look, there’s the Snorkack!” said Mariza, as she pointed to the constellation.
“Come on!” hissed Vezava, as she drug her away.
Esathonia and Đučaviča had been jogging at a moderate pace after the horses. They couldn’t hope to outrun the horses. But if the animals stopped, there was a chance the women could catch up. Suddenly, Esathonia abruptly turned and started running the other way.
“Where are you going?” asked Đučaviča.
“Some men have abducted Mariza!” shouted Esathonia.
Đučaviča ran after her. Now the women were running at a much quicker pace, no longer saving energy in their urgency to save their mate. They had almost made it back to the Hufflepuff Clan’s cave when Esathonia fell to the ground and rolled to a stop, curled up in a fetal position.
(Pant!) “What’š (Pant!) wrong?” panted Đučaviča, when she caught up with Esathonia.
“They’re (grunt) Forcing her!” cried Esathonia. “They’re Forcing her and I get to feel it too! And there is not a thing I can do to prevent it! She’s foreseen it! She’s about to lose her baby!”
Đučaviča held Esathonia until she’d stopped crying.
“I am gueššing that they have štoppeđ now,” speculated Đučaviča.
“They’ve stopped with me-, I mean Mariza,” confirmed Esathonia. “Now that she’s lost the baby, they’re no longer interested in us. But they’re still Forcing Vezava!”
“I will take čare of it,” said Đučaviča. “Now let uš rešume. It iš only a little further to the čave.”
When they reached the cave, Đučaviča called everyone together.
“Lišten to me! Mariza haš been taken by the Vanthonoi!” began Đučaviča. “They have Forčeđ her and they are Forčing Vezava aš we špeak!”
Esathonia nodded her affirmation.
“Vojkovica, I need you to šhow me where the Vanthonoi čave iš,” said Đučavica. “Bečauše I am going there and nothing čan štop me from bringing her back! Now who iš with me!?!”
All of the men and the women-who-hunt volunteered to be a part of the rescue mission. The other women agreed to stay behind and watch the children. And so they gathered up their spears and bows, rode double on the horses and more on the mammoth and set out to the cave of the Vanthonoi.
The sunset as they rode, with Esathonia giving them real-time descriptions of what was going on up until Mariza passed into the land of visions, and beyond.
“Stop! Stop!” called out Esathonia. “Mariza’s head is starting to clear. . . . She and Vezava have escaped! They’re on their way back to the cave!”
“All right, Ešathonia, you meet her at the čave,” commanded Đučaviča. “Zurbgranaza, you go with her. The rešt of uš are going to keep going.”
“Then I want to go with you,” said Esathonia.
“You neeđ to go bačk,” explained Đučaviča. “I đo not want Mariza to šee what we are about to đo . . .”
“What are you going to-” asked Esathonia.
“Đo not! Đo not ašk, đo not even think about what you šušpečt!” commanded Đučaviča. “I am đoing thiš for Mariza.”
Esathonia looked into her eyes for a moment, then nodded and rode away, with Zurgranaza double behind her.
As they ran though the darkness, it was hard for Mariza to keep going . . . the stars kept asking her questions. At least the purple light radiating from the ground was bright enough for Mariza to see by. Often, a spirit would pop out of hole in the ground and Mariza would have to prevent Vezava from stepping in it and twisting her ankle.
“I think it’s safe to rest for a while,” said Vezava.
Mariza wrapped her arms around her mate and pulled her into a kiss. They were still naked and Vezava’s bare skin against her gave her Needs that her soreness wouldn’t let her Relieve.
“I’m sorry I let them keep Forcing you,” said Mariza. “You mother said we’d be beaten to death if we tried to stop them.”
“She’s right,” said Vezava. “It was awful! But I survived. You needed to be discreet until your magic could subdue them.”
“And when your mother told me that they wouldn’t stop until you enjoyed it, I’m glad you knew enough to ‘fake it’,” said Mariza.
Vezava burst into tears!
“Honey, what’s wrong?” asked Mariza, as she hugged her most devoted follower.
“I- I wasn’t faking!,” sobbed Vezava. “My body betrayed me and they Forced me to Share Pleasures with them! Over and Over! Why did this happen to me!?! Why!?!”
Just then, the planet, Venus, whispered in Mariza’s ear: “She needs her Goddess right now, not her friend.”
Mariza pulled back and grabbed Vezava’s cheeks so she could look her in the eyes.
“For the same reason that it happened to Vojkovica,” said Mariza in her best imitation of Luna’s dreamy voice. “The Vanthonoi set up a society where any woman can be Forced at any time. So I made the Vanthonoi women able to have their Needs Relieved if they were rubbed the right way, even if they were Forced. It was the only way I could give them my Gift of Pleasure.”
Mariza pulled Vezava back into a hug. (Maybe if she thinks the Pleasure she felt while they violated her was an act of the Mother, it will be easier to bear)
“And don’t you dare tell anyone I ever said that,” whispered Mariza, in her normal voice.
“Yes, Mariza,” sobbed Vezava
(The light from the ground is fading) thought Mariza, as he head began to clear.
Now that Mariza’s thoughts were beginning to approach normal, Esathonia reported it to Đučaviča.
“We’ve got to go back!” said Mariza.
“No!” begged Vezava. “Please No!”
“But I’m afraid of what Đučaviča might do!” explained Mariza.
“Don’t make me go thought that again!” begged Vezava.
“A- All right . . .” said Mariza, as she put her arm around Vezava’s shoulders and the two of them helped each other find their way home.
It was much colder by the time she found her way back.
Esathonia and Zurbgranaza were waiting for them with tunics, leggings, parkas and boots for them. The two women dressed in the entrance of the cave. Before hugging their mates.
(I was so worried!) thought Esathonia.
(I still am!) thought Mariza. ( . . . about the others!)
“Let us get some soup in you two,” signed Zurbgranaza.
“I need to go find my wand! I left it by the river!” exclaimed Mariza.
“Here it is, Mama!” said Å iriža. “I went looking for it when I heard someone took you. I found it down by the river!”
“Well aren’t you a good girl,” praised Mariza.
Mariza and Vezava had been fed and warmed up by the time the rest of the Clan returned. None of the men or women-who-hunt of Mariza’s clan were hurt. but they were all covered in blood. Mariza took one look at the Vanthonoi women and girls, who were tied together in a line with their hands tied behind them and she now knew what had happened.
Mariza saw red, as she stomped up the Đučaviča and slapped her so hard her head turned!
“HOW DARE YOU!?!” screamed Mariza.
“Mariza, What’s gotten into you?” inquired Vesava.
“Her people, the Đumbleđore Član, used to be a people called the Đananđanađa,” explained Mariza. “Years ago they had a dispute with another people, the Harvatišaranaa. So they killed all the Harvatišaranaa men and took their women as slaves. And now . . . . NOW, SHE’S DONE IT AGAIN!!”
+6
Dragon Camp of the Sungaea
Gaea – (27) Spirit Other, (dirty blonde hair, sea-blue eyes) formerly Mara, Luna’s Daughter, clanluna, Weech, Wilmar’s ex-Mate, living Goddess of the Sungaea, Head of Dragon Camp. Clan-Death-Cursed
------Artemiseleneris (7) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------Aphrodionephthys (4) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------ (1) – Other cave-elf, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
---Aeolusartoremus (23) – son of Casandrathenalepo of Bison camp
---Sarpedyonysiseus (23) – Son of Ariadneris of the Megaceros Camp
---Achillupercaliajax (23) – Son of Peneloperiseres of Smilidon Camp
---Hectoparisiam (23) – son of Medeathenaurora of Reindeer camp.
---Hephestusetusargon (23) – son of Hestiathenariade of Onanger camp
---Perseusiriusulla (23) son of Casandrathenaris of Wooly Rhino Camp
--- Hadeservisylla (23) – son of Electraliopekate of Hyena Camp
Antigonerissulla (27) – daughter of Aurorauroraurora of Bison Camp
------Iokastandromedapraxis (11) daughter of Antigonerissulla
------Kreonarcicusarpedon (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Antigonerissulla, Weez-ur
------ (5) – ¼ Clan, son of Antigonerissulla, Weez-ur
------ (2) – ¼ Clan, son of Antigonerissulla, Weez-ur
Sirenepthysyla (29) – daughter of Siresireniobe of Smilondon Camp
------Europagripatria (14) daughter of Sirenepthysyla
------Hermioneuredycevadne (10) daughter of Sirenepthysyla
------Priamidaseus (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Sirenepthysyla, Weez-ur
------(5) – ¼ Clan, son of Sirenepthysyla, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Sirenepthysyla, Weez-ur
Hestiathenaurora (22) – daughter of Alchmenegia Sungaea of Megaceros Camp
------Nestorheusylvanus (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Hestiathenaurora, Weez-ur
-----(5) – ¼ Clan, son of Hestiathenaurora, Weez-ur
-----(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Hestiathenaurora, Weez-ur
Lethanealmathea (27) – daughter of Letaineiasalmathea of Reindeer camp
------Proteusargonestor (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Lethanealmathea, Weez-ur
-----(5) – ¼ Clan, son of Lethanealmathea, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Lethanealmathea, Weez-ur
Hypolytalialeepa (32) – daughter of Heracanthaegle of Wooly Rhino Camp
------Daphneoselenadrastos (13) daughter of Hypolytalialeepa
------Herorionestor (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Hypolytalialeepa, Weez-ur
------ (5) – ¼ Clan, son of Hypolytalialeepa, Weez-ur
----- (2) – ¼ Clan, son of Hypolytalialeepa, Weez-ur
Medusanemonaeola (30) – daughter of Melpomenevandne of Hyena Camp
------Menelauseuseus (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Medusanemonaeola, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Medusanemonaeola, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Medusanemonaeola, Weez-ur
Ganymedeosenyo (17) daughter of Hypolytalialeepa
---(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Ganymedeosenyo, Weez-ur
Megaeradraeriaegla (15) daughter of Medusanemonaeola
--- (0) – ¼ Clan, Son of Megaeradraeriaegla, weez-ur
--------- (25) - Cave elf, Son of Onanger Camp
--------- (27) - Cave elf, Son of Megaceros Camp
--------- (28) – Cave elf, Son of Reindeer Camp.
--------- Perzeusolon (45) – cave-elf, Son of Smilodon Camp, sees Ayla every year (Golden blonde hair, sea blue eyes)
---------Circeoniobe (28) – cave-elf, daughter of Medeariadneris the sungaea
Of Bison Camp, former redfoot
------------ (7) – ¼ Clan, Cave elf, son of Circeoniobe, weez-ur
-------------(4) – ¼ Clan, Cave elf, son of Circeoniobe, weez-ur
----------(0) – ¼ Clan, Cave elf, son of Circeoniobe, weez-ur
Clanluna
Chapter 106: Abduction
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
CL106
Clanluna
It’s much easier for me to write expositions of Clanluna culture where my philosophy shows, and everyone is happy that it is chapters like this where bad people to bad things. But villains are necessary in order to provide dramatic tension.
Alianne - What part, which plotlines are you interested in? peoples review can sometimes affect the course of this fic.
Chapter 106: Abduction
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
A few days later, Zariz was practicing throwing spears with Đoroči and Gražđ, when Wilmara approached them.
“Take a look at this!” said Wilmara, as she handed Zariz a stone with a rune painted on it.
“A charged rune-stone?” offered Zariz.
“Yes, but I didn’t use a wand!” proclaimed Wilmara. “I thought maybe it didn’t work as easily for us because we’re different genders. So, I asked Maeba and Tayla to help me. Tayla said I was still a little girl, but Maeba was willing to help me. And this is the result!”
“That is interesting,” agreed Đoroči. “Zariz, do you think it might work if we tried it?”
“It’s worth a try,” agreed Zariz.
“Eww!” said Gražđ-
After this, Sharing Pleasures became a habit for the two boys, even when there was no rune-stone to charge. So they Shared regularly until the next summer.
But Ancient Runes wasn’t their only new class. Care of Magical Creatures put them in daily contact with the push-me/pull-you’s. As a result, Wilmara joined the group of women who were trying to re-invent weaving. The only cloth clothes in the world, Luna had brought with her. The muggle clothes, made on factory machine looms with artificial fibers were impossible to duplicate. However, Luna’s magical clothes, like robes, were made by house elves on 16th century style looms. Luna didn’t know how they were made. But careful examination and access to the push-me/pull-you wool was allowing them to reconstruct the technique. The normal use of push-me/pull-you wool was as absorbent padding for babies or women’s monthly flow.
Back at Mariza’s Huffflepuff Clan, people were very busy. In addition to the hunting and gathering of autumn fruits that other clans normally did, there was also the Harvest of the grass that Mariza had domesticated into a grain that hadn’t existed in the old timeline. With all the extra people, especially Weeches and Weez-urs who had participated in last Spring’s Mother Festival in the stone circle, there was a much larger area protected from browsing animals than ever before.
The bees had also been prolific, and had swarmed to make a new hive.
Finally, Mariza’s divination told her that this would be the last warm day before winter. And so, Esathonia and Đučaviča took a couple of horses and rode out hunting. They were doing the real kind of hunting, not the Summer Gathering variety. They rode away from the cave for a long time before they finally spotted a herd of megaceros. The circled the herd in opposite directions before they finally attacked. With Đučaviča’s bow and Esathonia’s spears, they managed to bring down one before the herd scattered in three directions. They had gotten down from the horses to field dress their kill when the horses suddenly spooked and ran to the North, away from the cave. Đucaviča quickly spotted the reason for the horse’s fright. I pride of Cave Lions was approaching them from the South. Right now the lions were between them and the cave. But the lions were starting to spread out. The hunters had become hunted.
“We can either go after the horses, or stand and fight the lions,” pointed out Đučaviča.
“Horses,” replied Esathonia. “I do no think the two of us can fight off that many Cave lions by ourselves.
Mariza and Vezava had gone foraging down by the river. Once they’d filled their baskets. Mariza said:
“I’m very dirty! How about a swim?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” replied Vezava, as she set down her basket and began loosening the side ties of her summer-dress.
After they’d washed the dirt off of each other and swam for a bit, the two women climbed out to lay on a large flat rock on the other side of the river. They were blissfully enjoying sun upon their bare skin, when Mariza felt a shadow on her. She opened her eyes to see a familiar group of men standing over them . . . the Vanthonoi!
“Well, well . . . if it isn’t the flatheads!” said Veltin.
In the past, Vezava had pointed him out to her, But Mariza would never forget that face. This was the man who had Forced her, and later Vojkovica!
Mariza rolled over and spotted her wand, along with her clothes and the baskets, on the other side of the river.
“Acio Wand!” called out Mariza, as she reached for it. But it just wiggled a little. “Accio Wand!”
“That’s enough of that!” said Veltin.
Mariza had been so intently concentrating on her wand, that by the time she started to put up a struggle, it was too late. The men had already rolled her and Vezava on their bellies and tied their hands behind their backs!
“You two are coming back to our Cave, where all the men can have you,” explained Veltin.
“Veltin you let us go this instant!” screamed Vezava.
“Not a chance,” replied the Vanthonoi man, as he lifted up on her arms to encourage her to walk.
Both the women struggled agains the men, but with their arms tied behind their backs, all the men had to do is lift up on their arms until they screamed and the women would start moving again. Once she’d realized there was no way to out-muscle these men, Mariza began trying to think of a way to escape. That”s when she spotted it. A red mushroom with white spots. It was very similar in appearance to another one used in the Winter Mother Festival tea. But this one was much more deadly. A desperate plan of escape began to form in Mariza’s mind as she pretended to stumble and fall.
“Aaaiiii!!!!” Mariza screamed in pain as the men nearly tore her arms out of joint, trying to keep her upright. But she went limp and endured the pain so she could grab that mushroom. As they picked her up again, she crumpled it in her fist so they wouldn’t see.
“Don’t eat anything I cook for them,” said Mariza in English.
SMACK!
“None of that flathead jabbering!” said one of the men, as he hit the back of her head. “Talk like a human!”
When the men tired of Mariza’s attempts to slow them down, they finally picked each of them up and carried them. It was late afternoon when they finally arrived at the Cave of the Vanthonoi. There was a large chamber just inside the entrance. with a communal cooking fire where meals were made. Around the edge of the chamber, sleeping areas were enclosed in partitions.
“Get some sleeping furs,” ordered Veltin. “We’ll let everybody Force them out here. Who ever succeeds in taming them can have them as a mate.”
One of the men ran into a partitioned room and emerged with some furs which were spread out in by the cooking fire. Suddenly Mariza realized that this was it . . . the day her baby dies! If these men succeed in Forcing her, one of them will cause her to lose the baby. Mariza began thrashing about wildly!
“Oooh! Looks like she’s not a flathead, after all!” said Lontur, gleefully. “Grab her! Hold her down!”
“Help me Vezava!” Pleaded Mariza. “He’s going to kill my baby!”
On hearing this plea from her Goddess, Vezava began fighting more ferociously too. They pulled Mariza’s legs apart, but Mariza still managed to kick one man between the legs. He groaned and held his stomach before backing off.
“Here let me show you how it’s done,” said Veltin, as he knelt between her legs. He’d already removed his leggings. Now he began rubbing in organ against Mariza.
As she tried to fight them off, she could feel that her struggles only served to cause her to rub against against him and she could feel his excitement growing. A moan to her left alerted her to the fact that one of them was already inside Vezava, thrusting away as Vezava tried to make her moans of pain more enticing for the men. Mariza thought Vezava must be trying to draw them away from Mariza. But she wasn’t succeeding. Mariza could feel that Veltin was almost ready to Force her.
“Please don’t kill my baby!” pleaded Mariza over and over, until she grunted in pain, as Veltin stuck his organ into her.
“Stop! Please Stop! I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just stop!” begged Mariza as he thrust into her roughly.
But her her pleas and struggles only seemed to excite him more. There was a man holding her arms over her head and one holding each of her legs as Veltin Forced her. Two men and a woman were holding Vezava down while she was forced. Most of the other women were in a circle around them cheering them on as they Forced the two women. Mariza heard one of the women cough, just before she felt the baby inside her tear loose. She unborn child had died. . . . Mariza stopped struggling. . . there wasn’t a point any more. . . . She looked up in Veltin’s eyes and saw triumph, just before he Relieved his Need in her. Now that he’d finished, Veltin collapsed on top of her to catch his breath for a moment before pulling out of her and asking the crowd:
“All right, who’s next?”
“Veltin, look!” said one of the men, as he he pointed at the blood on Veltin’s organ.
Veltin punched Mariza in the face, then yelled: “Why didn’t you tell me it was your moon-time! You stupid flathead!”
He grabbed a sobbing Mariza by the hair and made her follow him to the other side of the fire where a couple of women were preparing a meal, instead of watching.
“She’s going to help you cook!” said Veltin, as he threw her at their feet.
After he’d gone off gone off to join with the Forcing of Vezava, a woman rushed up to help her.
“Here, lets get you cleaned up,” said a woman that reminded her of Vezava. Oh! What happened to your hand?”
Mariza looked down at her hand. In her struggles her nails had drawn blood from her hand. But she’d kept that fist clenched.
“It is nothing, help me with this,” said Mariza as she indicated the blood flowing from between her legs as she lost her baby.
The woman wet a small fur and used it to help Mariza wash herself off.
“I’m Larnva, what’s your name?” asked the woman as she helped clean Mariza.
“My name it Mariza. I’m heard your name before. Are you Vezava’s mother?” asked Mariza.
Larnva nodded.
“Why aren’t you doing anything to stop them?” asked Mariza.
“I can’t!” explained Larnva. “A man has a right to Force any woman he wants. Even if I tried to help her, I’d probably be beaten to death for heresy!”
“What is heresy?” asked Mariza.
“Anything the Vanthon, our One-who-Serves-the-Mother disagrees with,” explained Larnva.
“But she’s your daughter!” protested Mariza. “How can you just sit here and let this happen?”
“If she starts to enjoy it, they’ll stop after every man has had a chance to Force her,” explained Larnva. “If she doesn’t . . . . they’ll keep Forcing her until she learns to enjoy it . . .”
Mariza was horrified! They weren’t going to stop until Vezava liked it! She had thought the sounds she was hearing, was Vezava grunting in pain. But Vezava had grown up amongst these people. If she knew what was expected of her, She might be trying to fake Pleasure so they would stop!
Mariza knew that as soon as she recovered from her miscarriage, the same fate was in store for her! She dropped the crumpled up mushroom in the stew Larnva was cooking. It was excruciating for Mariza, seeing all those men Force her most devoted follower. But Mariza knew their only chance of escape lay in subterfuge. So she tried to block out the sounds Vezava was making as she pretended to enjoy what they were doing to her.
When Veltin came over to the fire, she wanted to throw the hot stew all over him, instead she sat at his feet like a Clan woman and offered him a wooden bowl of the stew.
“Would you like something to eat?” asked Mariza, as she bowed her head and held up the wooden bowl.
“You wouldn’t be trying to poison me would you?” asked Mariza’s rapist.
“It’s safe, Veltin, I made it myself,” said Larnva.
“Hmmmmm . . . . Tell you what, flathead. You eat the first bowl,” ordered Veltin. If you don’t die, then I’ll have a bowl.”
Mariza took the carved antler spoon and dutifully ate the stew. When she was done, she used a finger to scrape the last remainder up and licked her finger. She then stepped back over to the mammoth stomach suspended from a tripod in which Larnva had been cooking and refilled the bowl. Returning to her place at his feet she again offered Veltin the Stew.
“Hey! This is pretty good!” exclaimed Veltin. “Did you do something different, Larnva?”
“No, I made it the way I usually do,” replied Larnva.
“Hey, Everybody! Try the Stew! Larnva’s made it better than usual!” announced Veltin.
“Oh! Oh! Oooooooohhh!!” Vezava’s moans echoed through the cave as the men Forced her over and over and Mariza watched the whole tribe eat the stew she had drugged. The mushroom made it easier, not to block out the sounds Vezava was making, but to not care so much. Mariza found her self drifting off into the vision world. . . .
“Wake up! Wake up Goddess!” whispered Vezava, as she shook Mariza awake.
“Huh? Wha-?” mummbled Mariza.
“Get up!” hissed Vezava, as she pulled Mariza to her feet. “We’ve go to get out of here while we can!”
After pulling Mariza’s arm over her shoulders, Vezava steered them out of the cave. The Moon was below the horizon and with Mariza still being under the influence, the effect of the Starlit sky on her was dazzling.
“Oh look, there’s the Snorkack!” said Mariza, as she pointed to the constellation.
“Come on!” hissed Vezava, as she drug her away.
Esathonia and Đučaviča had been jogging at a moderate pace after the horses. They couldn’t hope to outrun the horses. But if the animals stopped, there was a chance the women could catch up. Suddenly, Esathonia abruptly turned and started running the other way.
“Where are you going?” asked Đučaviča.
“Some men have abducted Mariza!” shouted Esathonia.
Đučaviča ran after her. Now the women were running at a much quicker pace, no longer saving energy in their urgency to save their mate. They had almost made it back to the Hufflepuff Clan’s cave when Esathonia fell to the ground and rolled to a stop, curled up in a fetal position.
(Pant!) “What’š (Pant!) wrong?” panted Đučaviča, when she caught up with Esathonia.
“They’re (grunt) Forcing her!” cried Esathonia. “They’re Forcing her and I get to feel it too! And there is not a thing I can do to prevent it! She’s foreseen it! She’s about to lose her baby!”
Đučaviča held Esathonia until she’d stopped crying.
“I am gueššing that they have štoppeđ now,” speculated Đučaviča.
“They’ve stopped with me-, I mean Mariza,” confirmed Esathonia. “Now that she’s lost the baby, they’re no longer interested in us. But they’re still Forcing Vezava!”
“I will take čare of it,” said Đučaviča. “Now let uš rešume. It iš only a little further to the čave.”
When they reached the cave, Đučaviča called everyone together.
“Lišten to me! Mariza haš been taken by the Vanthonoi!” began Đučaviča. “They have Forčeđ her and they are Forčing Vezava aš we špeak!”
Esathonia nodded her affirmation.
“Vojkovica, I need you to šhow me where the Vanthonoi čave iš,” said Đučavica. “Bečauše I am going there and nothing čan štop me from bringing her back! Now who iš with me!?!”
All of the men and the women-who-hunt volunteered to be a part of the rescue mission. The other women agreed to stay behind and watch the children. And so they gathered up their spears and bows, rode double on the horses and more on the mammoth and set out to the cave of the Vanthonoi.
The sunset as they rode, with Esathonia giving them real-time descriptions of what was going on up until Mariza passed into the land of visions, and beyond.
“Stop! Stop!” called out Esathonia. “Mariza’s head is starting to clear. . . . She and Vezava have escaped! They’re on their way back to the cave!”
“All right, Ešathonia, you meet her at the čave,” commanded Đučaviča. “Zurbgranaza, you go with her. The rešt of uš are going to keep going.”
“Then I want to go with you,” said Esathonia.
“You neeđ to go bačk,” explained Đučaviča. “I đo not want Mariza to šee what we are about to đo . . .”
“What are you going to-” asked Esathonia.
“Đo not! Đo not ašk, đo not even think about what you šušpečt!” commanded Đučaviča. “I am đoing thiš for Mariza.”
Esathonia looked into her eyes for a moment, then nodded and rode away, with Zurgranaza double behind her.
As they ran though the darkness, it was hard for Mariza to keep going . . . the stars kept asking her questions. At least the purple light radiating from the ground was bright enough for Mariza to see by. Often, a spirit would pop out of hole in the ground and Mariza would have to prevent Vezava from stepping in it and twisting her ankle.
“I think it’s safe to rest for a while,” said Vezava.
Mariza wrapped her arms around her mate and pulled her into a kiss. They were still naked and Vezava’s bare skin against her gave her Needs that her soreness wouldn’t let her Relieve.
“I’m sorry I let them keep Forcing you,” said Mariza. “You mother said we’d be beaten to death if we tried to stop them.”
“She’s right,” said Vezava. “It was awful! But I survived. You needed to be discreet until your magic could subdue them.”
“And when your mother told me that they wouldn’t stop until you enjoyed it, I’m glad you knew enough to ‘fake it’,” said Mariza.
Vezava burst into tears!
“Honey, what’s wrong?” asked Mariza, as she hugged her most devoted follower.
“I- I wasn’t faking!,” sobbed Vezava. “My body betrayed me and they Forced me to Share Pleasures with them! Over and Over! Why did this happen to me!?! Why!?!”
Just then, the planet, Venus, whispered in Mariza’s ear: “She needs her Goddess right now, not her friend.”
Mariza pulled back and grabbed Vezava’s cheeks so she could look her in the eyes.
“For the same reason that it happened to Vojkovica,” said Mariza in her best imitation of Luna’s dreamy voice. “The Vanthonoi set up a society where any woman can be Forced at any time. So I made the Vanthonoi women able to have their Needs Relieved if they were rubbed the right way, even if they were Forced. It was the only way I could give them my Gift of Pleasure.”
Mariza pulled Vezava back into a hug. (Maybe if she thinks the Pleasure she felt while they violated her was an act of the Mother, it will be easier to bear)
“And don’t you dare tell anyone I ever said that,” whispered Mariza, in her normal voice.
“Yes, Mariza,” sobbed Vezava
(The light from the ground is fading) thought Mariza, as he head began to clear.
Now that Mariza’s thoughts were beginning to approach normal, Esathonia reported it to Đučaviča.
“We’ve got to go back!” said Mariza.
“No!” begged Vezava. “Please No!”
“But I’m afraid of what Đučaviča might do!” explained Mariza.
“Don’t make me go thought that again!” begged Vezava.
“A- All right . . .” said Mariza, as she put her arm around Vezava’s shoulders and the two of them helped each other find their way home.
It was much colder by the time she found her way back.
Esathonia and Zurbgranaza were waiting for them with tunics, leggings, parkas and boots for them. The two women dressed in the entrance of the cave. Before hugging their mates.
(I was so worried!) thought Esathonia.
(I still am!) thought Mariza. ( . . . about the others!)
“Let us get some soup in you two,” signed Zurbgranaza.
“I need to go find my wand! I left it by the river!” exclaimed Mariza.
“Here it is, Mama!” said Å iriža. “I went looking for it when I heard someone took you. I found it down by the river!”
“Well aren’t you a good girl,” praised Mariza.
Mariza and Vezava had been fed and warmed up by the time the rest of the Clan returned. None of the men or women-who-hunt of Mariza’s clan were hurt. but they were all covered in blood. Mariza took one look at the Vanthonoi women and girls, who were tied together in a line with their hands tied behind them and she now knew what had happened.
Mariza saw red, as she stomped up the Đučaviča and slapped her so hard her head turned!
“HOW DARE YOU!?!” screamed Mariza.
“Mariza, What’s gotten into you?” inquired Vesava.
“Her people, the Đumbleđore Član, used to be a people called the Đananđanađa,” explained Mariza. “Years ago they had a dispute with another people, the Harvatišaranaa. So they killed all the Harvatišaranaa men and took their women as slaves. And now . . . . NOW, SHE’S DONE IT AGAIN!!”
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Dragon Camp of the Sungaea
Gaea – (27) Spirit Other, (dirty blonde hair, sea-blue eyes) formerly Mara, Luna’s Daughter, clanluna, Weech, Wilmar’s ex-Mate, living Goddess of the Sungaea, Head of Dragon Camp. Clan-Death-Cursed
------Artemiseleneris (7) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------Aphrodionephthys (4) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------ (1) – Other cave-elf, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
---Aeolusartoremus (23) – son of Casandrathenalepo of Bison camp
---Sarpedyonysiseus (23) – Son of Ariadneris of the Megaceros Camp
---Achillupercaliajax (23) – Son of Peneloperiseres of Smilidon Camp
---Hectoparisiam (23) – son of Medeathenaurora of Reindeer camp.
---Hephestusetusargon (23) – son of Hestiathenariade of Onanger camp
---Perseusiriusulla (23) son of Casandrathenaris of Wooly Rhino Camp
--- Hadeservisylla (23) – son of Electraliopekate of Hyena Camp
Antigonerissulla (27) – daughter of Aurorauroraurora of Bison Camp
------Iokastandromedapraxis (11) daughter of Antigonerissulla
------Kreonarcicusarpedon (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Antigonerissulla, Weez-ur
------ (5) – ¼ Clan, son of Antigonerissulla, Weez-ur
------ (2) – ¼ Clan, son of Antigonerissulla, Weez-ur
Sirenepthysyla (29) – daughter of Siresireniobe of Smilondon Camp
------Europagripatria (14) daughter of Sirenepthysyla
------Hermioneuredycevadne (10) daughter of Sirenepthysyla
------Priamidaseus (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Sirenepthysyla, Weez-ur
------(5) – ¼ Clan, son of Sirenepthysyla, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Sirenepthysyla, Weez-ur
Hestiathenaurora (22) – daughter of Alchmenegia Sungaea of Megaceros Camp
------Nestorheusylvanus (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Hestiathenaurora, Weez-ur
-----(5) – ¼ Clan, son of Hestiathenaurora, Weez-ur
-----(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Hestiathenaurora, Weez-ur
Lethanealmathea (27) – daughter of Letaineiasalmathea of Reindeer camp
------Proteusargonestor (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Lethanealmathea, Weez-ur
-----(5) – ¼ Clan, son of Lethanealmathea, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Lethanealmathea, Weez-ur
Hypolytalialeepa (32) – daughter of Heracanthaegle of Wooly Rhino Camp
------Daphneoselenadrastos (13) daughter of Hypolytalialeepa
------Herorionestor (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Hypolytalialeepa, Weez-ur
------ (5) – ¼ Clan, son of Hypolytalialeepa, Weez-ur
----- (2) – ¼ Clan, son of Hypolytalialeepa, Weez-ur
Medusanemonaeola (30) – daughter of Melpomenevandne of Hyena Camp
------Menelauseuseus (8) – ¼ Clan, son of Medusanemonaeola, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Medusanemonaeola, Weez-ur
------(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Medusanemonaeola, Weez-ur
Ganymedeosenyo (17) daughter of Hypolytalialeepa
---(2) – ¼ Clan, son of Ganymedeosenyo, Weez-ur
Megaeradraeriaegla (15) daughter of Medusanemonaeola
--- (0) – ¼ Clan, Son of Megaeradraeriaegla, weez-ur
--------- (25) - Cave elf, Son of Onanger Camp
--------- (27) - Cave elf, Son of Megaceros Camp
--------- (28) – Cave elf, Son of Reindeer Camp.
--------- Perzeusolon (45) – cave-elf, Son of Smilodon Camp, sees Ayla every year (Golden blonde hair, sea blue eyes)
---------Circeoniobe (28) – cave-elf, daughter of Medeariadneris the sungaea
Of Bison Camp, former redfoot
------------ (7) – ¼ Clan, Cave elf, son of Circeoniobe, weez-ur
-------------(4) – ¼ Clan, Cave elf, son of Circeoniobe, weez-ur
----------(0) – ¼ Clan, Cave elf, son of Circeoniobe, weez-ur
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