EXTRACT FOR
The Ritual
(Kay Nyne)

It was a tradition within her tribe, a tradition kept alive by the village elders.

Most girls simply accepted their fate, it had been happening in their little corner of Africa for generations, so who were they to complain? Some managed to avoid the ritual by getting themselves married before their eighteenth birthday, because only unmarried girls were obliged to take part? and some resentfully capitulated to tradition and the will of the elders.

No one had ever refused because that would bring great shame upon their family, and even if a girl was rebellious she still had an overwhelming sense of duty, family pride was instilled from a very early age, no girl would willingly bring disgrace to her father's compound.

Akinyi sat beside the river and debated her options, she didn't want to go through with the ritual but couldn't find any way out. Outside of her community what she was facing would be considered a free use scenario. On her eighteenth birthday she would be stripped naked and restrained, usually over bundles of tightly packed animal skins so that she was offering her round ass and plump young pussy to every man that wanted to take her. Always it was the older men that went first, the younger and more virile men having to respectfully wait their turn.

How many will there be? She pondered, hers wasn't a big village but she could still expect at least twenty. Akinyi shuddered, it wasn't a prospect that excited her. She had known other girls who couldn't wait, they were usually the ones who left the community shortly after and found work on the streets of the big city. Very few ever bothered to return, but those that did looked worn and defeated, being a slut was fun, but having to fuck to survive ate away at the soul leaving them emotionless and empty inside.

I should have agreed to get married she told herself, but it's too late to do anything about that now. Her birthday was less than twenty four hours away and no one would accept such a short engagement.

The river flowed sluggishly past her feet and Akinyi closed her eyes, there had to be a way to avoid the use and abuse of her body.

"I have to offer myself willingly." that was the most important condition. "And I have to be restrained." That was symbolic, an act of submission, a sign that she would accept anything the men wanted to do to her. "And I have to be seen in my submissive state."

She opened her eyes, something had just occurred to her. Being seen is like a form of verification, but who says everyone has to see me, surely if I have someone important confirm that I was bound, and naked, and willing? that would be enough.

A grin formed on her lips.

"I could be confirmed as willing, but I'd be in a secret place, somewhere that I wouldn't be found." Some girls were tied in the middle of the village, some chose the outskirts, others elected to be offered beside the river.

She would need a powerful ally if her plan had any chance of working. Her grin widened. Old Rebecca she told herself as she quickly stood, the sister of the chief, a woman who was vehemently opposed to the ritual, and a woman that commanded respect.

No one would dare to doubt her word if she stated that she restrained me herself.