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Chapter 7 - The tamed

Plate 4 Altar Escort


The air was getting warmer, and some light had shone through small slits on the wall. Still there was no one to collect him.

Sakda stood up exploring his body, with light just enough to see himself; He has no mane, his skin was clean with some bruising, the chastity was still there. He cannot feel his own phallus, it was just cold dump metal down there.

In his last moment he didn’t know what he wanted to do, except if there were some willing females, he wanted to mate them, but that seemed impossible…

The door opened, the light was bright, he took time to adjust his vision, it was Majjari coming in with a food tray.

“Don’t be afraid Sakda, I’m bringing you some food” She said putting the tray down “Today we need to move to the altar where the ceremony is going to take place, eat up, everything is ready”

He doubt if this was his last meal, but it didn’t matter, he enjoyed very much of it, the bread and meat was all eaten.

Sakda said after he finished “Will you end me, Majjari?”

Majjari didn’t reply “Let’s go” She put the collar on him and lead him out of the temple. Outside, There were some priestesses waiting to escort him “We are ready, let no one touch him and don’t let him escape” Majjari told other priestesses

They walk through the street, then cut through a road he didn’t know, the road was smaller and narrower as they walked further. It seemed, too, they get higher up a hill.

For Sakda it was a long walk to his death row, literally and metaphorically. His mind wondered how far they would go. With his anxiety, the walk seemed endless and took forever. From paved street to cobbled road to plain dirt trails. These trail seemed newly made, the cut grass and bush was still green and the trail seemed not much established.

The further they go the steeper up the trail. Sakda noticed that he saw no other lioness even in the city they had passed, where were they?

His curiosity didn’t last long. After walking for a while, chattering and clattering was heard from far away, as they approached a plateau on a hill. As they was nearer, the smell of newly lit bonfires are evident.

It was the last hill he had to climb, what he saw was a large mound erected on a vast glassy plain. In the middle of the mound was a strange stone formation, the middle stone was rectangle like an altar. Around the base of the mound was like a small town, each lioness seemed busy in their task. Now he knew that the entire city was there.

This reminded him of the altar he found in the middle of the forest, with inscription about blood…

It was an altar, sacrificial altar. This fact chilled him to the bone…

“What’s wrong Sakda?” Majjari asked him since he suddenly stopped “Do you see that?” she pointed to the mound “That’s the place for you Sakda, on the altar”

Then he felt a hard tug on his collar telling him that he needed to move whether he liked it or not, and what lied beyond is his ultimate destiny.


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Sometimes ago the males had sown seeds on a field, now with the good care of Nila, she raised them to fully grown rice. They were reaped and prepared until edible grains were acquired. In this blood moon ceremony her family did brought them up the hill to make some fine dining for every lioness, just like many other pride of lioness that have their own cooking material and recipe.

The ceremony was the grand celebration for the lionesses of Majjarapura of which took place once in a couple of years according to the blood moon cycle. With their advance astrology, the can calculate it in the exact moment. This was the celebration of lioness when they took over the power form the tyrant males who ruled over them in the past. They had established far more successful system that only allow lionesses to walk the land. In order to perpetuate their magic they believed that they need to make sacrifice to the White Lion every blood moon to keep the blessing upon all of them¬ – the blessing that made them overpower the male.

In the meantime, Ishaa was busy visiting any cooking field kitchen. She wanted to make sure that the meal tonight was going to be fabulous. Once she visited some lionesses working on a big pot of soup, she tasted it “This is neat, I’m looking forward to feast on it”

Nila and her family had prepared her greatest menu, streamed rice. They kept the rice warm and moist in many clay pots. When she opened the lid, the mild flowery smell of newly cooked rice with it’s warm stream rose to her face and nose. It was the unique experience with this unique material – male sown rice.

“This is interesting” Said Ishaa when she smelt the steamed rice“You say this is the male-sown rice. I remember one day when they did something in the field, is this it?”

“Yes, all three males. And I am the one who cared for the field later on. This is the result, we should be proud of it” Said Nila excitedly.

Ishaa knew her meaning, Nila expressed it subtly without hesitation or fear “So you think we should accept the males among us, as equal?”

Nila smiled “Mistress, we are the lioness, we are powerful and we decided our own fate don’t we?”

Ishaa was silent for a moment, she averted her gaze from her face and muttered to herself “Same blood, same ignorance”

“I knew it Ishaa!” said Nila

Ishaa was startled by her response. She excused herself, backing off and exclaimed “Let’s start the ceremony, the blood moon is near. Ready the feast, I will prepare the lions”