"Have you heard about Gulina?"
"Of course I haven't."
"She's been taken to the Confession House."
"What did she do to deserve that?"
"She was found with one of the younger men doing
something she shouldn't."
"What something?" asked Talin.
"I've no idea, but it must have been dreadful. Not
only is she being punished in the Confession House but tomorrow they're taking
her to Menon Island to be sacrificed.
I've never heard of such a thing happening."
Talin herself had been warned endlessly by the overseers
that if she did not mend her ways she would be sent to meet the great God
Volca, via the Field of Punishment. Exactly what sin might bring this about was
never made clear to her. Now another young girl had committed such perceived
evil that this fate was hers. Talin was relieved it was not herself in this
situation, but soon found her thoughts overtaken by anger for Gulina's
inescapable death sentence.
"It's obscene how they treat us like idiots and
decide our lives without a proper explanation. That other business about
sending one of us to Volca when a man dies I've never thought right. What good
is it? A young innocent and a dead man are hardly going to have a good time
Suraya's wide-eyed dread was hidden behind her veil.
"Ssshhh, someone will hear you."
"Why should it be so bad to think?"
"You know the teachings are strict and to me they're
the truth and the light in our darkness."
"TALIN!" Suraya yelped. "If the God of
Volca hears you ..."
"I've said things like that loads of times and nothing
has happened. It's all a load of crap."
Suraya's eyes were straining to pop right through her
"We ... we ... we must start another line. We can
just get it done before the lunch bell."
Talin realised the stuttering change of topic must mean
an overseer was heading their way. The two girls quickly dug into their sacks
and began throwing seeds over the furrows.
"You two won't get a break if you don't stop that
idle chat and get some work done."
The girls tried to give the impression they were working
hard with various grunts and groans as they tossed the seeds into the air with
The overseer wandered off, no doubt with the intention of
catching someone doing something really bad. The men were in charge and the
girls, between eleven and eighteen, did virtually all the work on Terra Island.
That was the way it was. That was the way it had been as long as anyone could
remember. Although Talin obviously held
strong objections to the situation, Suraya could not help liking her. It was a
worry that one day those outbursts would implicate the two of them. Suraya put up with this fear for the only
friend she had, someone who could make her laugh and who accepted her despite
The two girls carried on with their work, their thoughts
un-shared. The silence was only broken when Talin stopped dead in mid-throw.
"OH MY," she suddenly exclaimed,
"What's the matter, Talin? Aren't you feeling
"I don't think I am."
"Perhaps you're feeling hungry. It will soon be
Suraya's sympathetic words were well away from the true
problem. Talin decided to clear up any confusion.
"It's nothing physical, Suraya. It's just that I've
realised it's my birthday in a couple of days’ time."
At this Suraya stopped spraying seeds as well.
"OOh. You mean you're eighteen? How wonderful."
Talin could not help but smile to herself and shake her
"I wish I had your blind faith in this life of
Suraya began throwing out seeds again, happy at the news.
Unlike Talin, she believed it was a glorious moment, as her friend would be
going to Menon Island.
"I shall miss you, but then we can meet again when I
go there in a couple of years’ time."
Talin too took up the scattering of seeds, her masked
smile turning to fear for Suraya. If in the meantime her friend was not chosen
to sail off with a dead man to Volca, if she did not fall foul of some
unexplained rule and that frail body was not abused beyond its limits with the
fierce punishments meted out. Even if she survived all the pitfalls along the
way and made her eighteenth birthday would the realisation of going to Menon
Island live up to her expectations? Talin feared they would not for such a
different creature. Suraya's belief was all that kept her going. It would not
be right to question it any further. Her deep-seated fears were left
"I shall prepare the way for your triumphant
"Oh, that would be wonderful of you."
Talin hated the way her life was planned out for her, but
with no other girl that she knew voicing descent, it had come down to surviving
A loud bell peeled out across the field, dragging a sigh
from Talin. It was the only time during
their long working day when they were allowed to take their veils off. Even at
the dormitory they only saw other young faces when eating, then had to go to
their tiny little single cells to do their various ablutions in total solitude.
It was yet another hot sweaty day and the two sat beneath
a tree to eat their food. The coolness was a pleasure and Suraya's sensitive
eyes could be unveiled, protected by the shading leaves. Their long heavy black gowns were intolerable
to wear in such weather and most of the girls did not bother to put anything on
underneath. This would have been all right but for the fact that the material was
extremely coarse, irritating their young bodies beyond belief. The garment went
from their ankles to their neck with long sleeves and a hood to which the veil
was attached. The veil covered the whole of their faces, it only being possible
to see through a narrow slit of net sewn into it. With the heavy boots, it did
not leave much to see, so about the only feminine body any of them knew was
Talin had been highly interested in the changes taking
place through her teenage years. Her shape now included luscious curves.
Breasts had developed from little bits of fat to firm outstanding mounds with
nipples that stood out whenever she teased them with her fingers. The growth of
hair, the same night black as was cascading from her head, formed in rich thickness
beneath her arms and, more significantly, in a sensitive triangle up from
between her legs. When her periods started, like so many of the young girls,
she thought that there was something dreadfully wrong. The men reminded her
that this had been explained when she was on Yofem Island by the women
teachers. She then recalled the vague terms in which it had been couched,
something about this being a sign that they would soon be sent to please the
agents of Volca. The suggestion was that this could be taken as an accolade to
their existence, the first signs of blood being lauded in prayer to the
Almighty. Talin did not always like
those special times. They changed how she felt so violently that she was not
sure it was something she wished to suffer every month. Like one or two others
she would get terrible, crippling cramps in her stomach, yet the overseers made
no allowance for this. She had to carry on working, a thick towel tied in place
between her legs to catch the enormous flow of blood she personally had.
In stolen moments of discussion, she discovered none of
the others produced such copious amounts of blood for so many days as she did.
When she returned to her cell in the evening, the towelling was often
absolutely sodden, causing dribbles of blood to escape
and flow half way down the inside of her thighs. It was only at these private
times that she did enjoy her curse. She became strangely excited, taking a
reddened finger from between her legs and running it under her nose to breathe
in the strong, unique scent. She would then lick the finger clean, savouring
the taste of herself. Over the months she became more and more eager to have
every drop she could get assailing her senses, plunging her whole hand into the
sticky mess oozing from her sex lips, then noisily slurping and sucking her
fingers which she rammed ever deeper into her mouth. She could not quite
understand why this was so pleasurable or why the rubbing of that blood
drenched slit sent exquisite shudders rippling through her body. What she
experienced she was sure would lead to severe punishment if anyone found out,
so it remained a pleasurable secret.
She noticed too, the change in the looks she got from the
men. It was as if they could smell her from afar. She felt like a hunted animal
at times. Her temperament was harder to control as well, and she often gave
vent to her anger at inappropriate moments. The overseers showed no mercy,
sending her frequently to the Confession House for punishment.
How they treated her when penance was due changed
dramatically as she became a woman. Initially she had received a simple
spanking with her gown still on. Later, they had insisted on her putting a
blindfold on after which they would remove every stitch of clothing. They would
put a ball in her mouth and keep it there with a piece of tightly wound cloth.
Then she would be led, in her blind, silent state, to lean her stomach over a
padded rail. Her legs would be spread wide, captured and restrained at each
ankle, her wrists tied in front of her and pulled straight forward. She hated
their demands on her to be in this position, yet after a while strange
sensations would filter through her body. Her attention would be taken by her
breasts hanging full and heavy from her chest, nipples tingling at the kiss of
fresh air. She would be intrigued by the sense of openness letting air
circulate between her legs. It seemed sinful yet exciting. She could spend a
long time waiting for her punishment to begin and the laughing and interspersed
words of her tormentors were beyond her comprehension.
"Can't wait to get back to the village. She makes me
so hard I hope I don't spurt before I get in my woman."
"Yeah. It would be nice to be on Menon when she
comes of age."
"So tempting to have her
rather than that boring cow I've got with me."
Talin understood about the village, a place that none of
the young girls were permitted to go near, but she was not sure what all the
talk was about other women.
When the first strike of the cane landed on her exposed
bottom it would hurt like hell, as would the next six or seven, but as the
blows mounted one on the other they imbued a warm glow deep inside her. She
could not resist pulling on her bonds and wiggling her ass. The warmth would
build to a raging fire. She knew at these times she wanted something else but
had no idea what it was. Then a fluid would seep from her, easing the griping
pain from her period.
The men would comment on this.
"She wants it."
"Makes that blood flow quicker when her juices
start, doesn't it?"
They all appeared to like what they saw although Talin
could not come to terms with how blood and fluid dripping from wet pubic hair
was so pleasant for men to see.
The strikes at her upturned bottom forced groans from
her. As these intensified the strikes
came faster, falling one upon the other, giving rise to her belief that there
were two men hitting out at her. She wanted it to go on. She wanted more and yet she was so abhorrent at the beginning.
When the overseer announced her punishment completed, she
would be kept waiting for release from her bonds. Not until her wriggling and
muffled moans had died away would freedom be offered. Despite knowing this,
Talin could not stop her writhing and gain early release. There was a force
driving her, over which she had no control.
It was good of them to wipe away the dripping fluid and
their intimacy with her restored the sensations she was so enamoured by. That
they faded again only served to increase her sense of frustration.
At the end, one of the overseers would say something
like, "Let's get her dressed and out of here so we can get off to the
The towel, gown and boots would be thrust on her, the
ball gag and blindfold being ripped away as she was shoved out the door and
told to cover her face and get back to work.
It was only then that she would realise what a beating
she had taken. Her stride would be short and
stuttering accompanied by yelps of discomfort. She could hardly wait for the
day to end so she could get to her cell and dunk her bottom in cooling water.