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        her first real break; actually going to Brazil to study Inca
        ruins at the base of the Amazon basin! This trip would be the
        basis for her thesis, and she was sure that it would give her a
        good enough grade to get her into the Ph.D. program at Harvard.
        The boat trip up the wide river, with impassable jungle to either
        side, was too long. She wanted to get to the ruins right away!

        She woke up, not knowing where she was. Something was wrong. This
        wasn't her cabin! She was outside somewhere, in the jungle. There
        was no sign of Captain Marcovise or the crew. She tried to sit
        up, but discovered that her arms and feet were bound. She could
        only lie on the spongy ground, waiting to find out what had
        happened to her, or what would happen to her.

        She looked around her. She was in a crude hut of mud, with a roof
        of woven leaves. The only door was covered with a crude woolen
        blanket, but it was unmistakenly from one of the cities towards
        the coast. At least somebody traded with these people. Maybe one
        of them would speak English. Then the blanket was brushed aside,
        and in walked Captain Marcovise, with a wide grin on his face.

        "Captain! Am I glad to see you. Untie me, quick!" Kelly said.

        "Not so fast, my little American friend," Marcovise said. "How do
        you think you got here in the first place? I am here to say
        farewell, not to rescue you."

        "Farewell? What do you mean?"

        "Well, my little American, I am sure that you have no idea of how
        valuable someone like you is here. The natives have paid me well
        for a fine, healthy girl such as yourself," Marcovise said with a
        grin. "Paid me well indeed."

        "Wait! I'll pay you twice what they did, just get me out of
        here!" Kelly pleaded.

        "Ha! You do not have that much money, my little American. The
        artwork these superstitious natives gave me for you is worth
        millions of American dollars. And besides," Marcovise said as he
        headed for the door. "If I were to help you escape, I would never
        make it out of here alive. Farewell, my little American friend!"

        "Marcovise!!! You can't do this!!! Help me!!!" But it was too
        late. The slimy riverboat captain was gone. Kelly moaned. She had
        heard stories, read reports, of the natives of the deep Amazon
        basin. She would most likely be killed, a sacrifice to one of
        their gods. She began to sob.

        After a few minutes, Kelly was startled to see a white girl enter
        the hut. She was about Kelly's age, and was dressed in a very
        revealing garment of woven moss. Kelly was blond, tanned, and

        very well endowed. This other girl was almost the opposite;
        brunet, pale (but not sickly), and also with very large breasts.
        The girl carried a spear. She knelt down and hefted Kelly up as
        if she were a sack of potatoes, and none of Kelly's thrashings
        could free her.

        The white girl carried her through the native village. Kelly was
        astonished to see dozens of other white girls, some blond, some
        brunette, some even with red hair, all incredibly beautiful,
        gathering around her as she was being carried to the center of
        the village. There were no men to be seen, Kelly noticed.

        The brunette who had been carrying Kelly placed her on a stone
        slab, open to the sky. Her wrists were brought up over her head
        and secured by a hole that had been carved through the stone
        slab, and her ankles were similarly tied. The native women
        gathered around her, waving their spears in the air and chanting
        in some language that Kelly couldn't identify. They began to
        stare up at the sky as they chanted and danced around her, and
        Kelly began to understand that she was to be the main course in a
        feast in the honor of their gods. She began to cry again.

        Then another woman walked through the crowd that surrounded her.
        Torches were lit, as the sun was going down, and the shadows from
        the flickering light danced across the faces and volutptuous
        bodies of the Amazons that held her prisoner. Damn Marcovise and
        his greedy soul anyway! If Kelly ever got out of this...

        The woman came over to the stone altar that held Kelly bound and
        helpless. Kelly gasped. She was the most beautiful woman Kelly
        had ever seen! Dark haired, with long legs and a beautiful body,
        Kelly almost forgot her predicament in her wonder. The woman wore
        a ceremonial heddress with great plumes on it, and held a wand
        with more feathers in her hand. At least, Kelly thought, she
        didn't have a knife. The woman shouted a single word in the
        strange tounge and all was quiet. The Amazons surrounding the
        altar stopped their dancing and stared at Kelly.

        The priestess of the Amazons stared up at the sky and spoke some
        sort of invocation to their gods, which was repeated at regular
        intervals by the assembled women. When she finished, she stepped
        back and shouted a single word, pointing at Kelly's bound form,
        stretched across the stone altar. With a shriek, the Amazons fell
        to her, tearing off her clothes with wild abandon. Kelly cried
        hysterically as everything she wore was torn from her body, from
        her kerchief to her hiking boots. When the priestess called the
        Amazons off of Kelly, she was totally naked. Her wrists and
        ankles were still cruelly and cunningly bound, however, and Kelly
        could not move save for wriggling helplessly.

        The priestess again came over to her, bearing the feathered wand
        in her hand. Kelly wondered how the end would come, for surely it
        was coming soon. The priestess again shouted a litany at the sky,
        and again the Amazons howled and shrieked with joyous faith.

        The Amazon priestess then once again silenced the crowd. She made
        a circle over Kelly with the wand, and then, to Kelly's
        astonishment, brought the feathers of the wand down across her
        stomach. Despite herself and her terror, Kelly began to giggle.
        This made the assembled throng scream with glee. They seemed to
        want her to laugh! Whether they wanted her to or not, Kelly was
        laughing, and couldn't help herself.

             The priestess smiled. Sympathetically, it seemed to Kelly.
        Whether or not she felt sympathetic, the priestess kept up the
        infernal tickling. The feathers on the ceremonial wand kept
        gliding across her tummy, always just skirting the edges of her
        belly button. Kelly's laughter became harder and harder, and she
        began to squirm more and more in her bonds. Nothing she did had
        any effect. The tickling went on.

            Kelly's stomach muscles were stretched taut as she vainly
        tried to keep in her hysteria. Even holding her breath did no
        good, as the laughter seemed to bubble forth from her lips. It
        seemed as if Kelly was going to die laughing. Her lungs and
        stomach ached from laughing so hard. And still the torture went
        on. The feathers made their way across Kelly's stomach, and she
        began to buck up and down, as much as her bonds allowed, as the
        priestess tickled her in the soft spot right below her ribs. It
        was maddening! The priestess then reached over and began to
        torment the other side, not giving Kelly any time to catch her
        breath.

             Kelly wasn't laughing any more; she didn't have the breath
        to. All she could do was silently sob with her mouth open as the
        feathers went on and on tickling her. Then it stopped. Blinking
        the tears out of her eyes, Kelly was able to catch her breath.
        Was the ordeal over? No. Merely a respite. The finalle was coming
        up. In her hand, the priestess had a single, long, blue feather,
        from some fantastic tropical bird, in her hand. She held it up
        and turned to the assembled mass of beautiful Amazons around her.
        They let out a scream of extacy, knowing that soon their gods
        would be appeased until the next full moon, and happy that it
        wasn't them under the ceremonial feathers.

            The long blue feather began to descend to Kelly's already-
        aching tummy. "No, please," she sobbed, as she again felt the
        tickling torment. This was the worst of all, though. The very tip
        of the feather was delicately played across her stomach, with
        seemingly   loving attention and care, and the effect   was
        maddening. The priestess slowly circled the tip of the feather
        around Kelly's belly button, and as it got closer and closer to
        the indentation, Kelly's laughter got harder and her pleas became
        more desperate.

             Kelly's stomach tensed just as the feather entered her belly
        button. She let out a tortured howl, screaming, begging for
        mercy, as the Amazon priestess danced the tip of the long blue
        feather around and around in her hyperticklish belly button. All
        of the ticking she had endured up 'till now was nothing compared

        to the agony she was now forced to endure. Through a red haze,
        Kelly barely could tell when the terrible ordeal was ended. Yet
        end it did, eventually. When Kelly regained her wits, she looked
        around, and saw the Amazons sprawled out on the ground around the
        altar, passed out in an orgy of tribal passion. The priestess was
        the only one still attentive.

        "Congratulations, you did well," the priestess said.

        "You speak English?" was all the astonished Kelly could say.

        "Of course. You are not the first girl to be brought to this
        tribe by unscrupulous traders. But fear not. You have passed the
        test of our gods, and you are now one of us. You will stay here
        the rest of your life."

        "But..."

        "Sleep now. You have been through much. And rejoice; as the
        Chosen of the gods, you will hold special privelege within the
        tribe." Kelly drifted off to sleep.

        "Yes," said the priestess. "Only the chosen of the gods is
        allowed to act as sacrifice during every full moon."

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