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　shut　the　Bible　and　tossed　it　to　one　of　the　monks；　who　caught　it　and　placed　it　back　near　the　statue。
　They　led　her　away；　through　the　near　darkness；　with　strains　of　organ　music　played　on　the　stalactites　echoing　eerily　around　her。　〃Hey；　doesn't　Rock　get　to　walk　with　me？　Where　the　rice？〃
　She　was　ing　out　of　it。　Why　were　her　hands　tied　behind　her　back？　〃Say；　what　kind　of　a　wedding　is　this；　anyway　…　who　…〃
　She　started　struggling；　wriggling。　She　was　held　firmly　by　her　elbows。　This　time　by　powerful　soldier…monk's　hands。
　They　took　her　to　the　mound。　The　mound　was　about　six　feet　in　diameter　and　curved　up　to　a　maximum　of　three　feet　off　the　floor　in　the　center。　It　was　made　of　semiprecious　stones　…　agates；　turquoise；　coral　…　all　cut　into　one…inch…square　mosaic　tiles。　Rona　could　see　the　depiction　of　a　coiled　cobra　snake　on　it。　It　took　six　of　them　to　bend　her　over；　stomach　down；　on　the　mound。　They　untied　her　wrists；　only　to　retie　them　to　some　rings　set　at　the　edge　of　the　mound。　They　likewise；　spreading　her　powerful　legs　wide；　affixed　her　ankles　to　some　golden　rings　set　in　the　floor。　She　found　herself　spread…eagled；　firmly　tied　…　struggle　was　useless。
　Manion　came　over　and　put　his　ugly　fat　face　down　close　to　her　and　whispered；　〃You；　Sandra；　are　so　beautiful。　Even　in　those　awful　khaki　bat　clothes　I　could　tell　your　beauty。　If　it　were　not　sacrilege；　I　would　have　this　honor；　but　alas　you　are　the　Goddess；　and　must　be　mated　with　the　Renquist。〃
　He　stood　up；　and　in　a　strong　voice　said；　〃You；　Sandra；　goddess…consort　of　the　Renquist；　must　now　be　strapped　…　with　the　sacred　whip。〃
　〃No；　wait　…　why？〃
　〃Do　you　not　know　why？　A　cloud　of　forgetfulness　must　have　passed　over　you　on　the　surface；　oh　Goddess。　You　must　be　strapped；　and　severely。　The　chances　of　bearing　a　male　child　will　be　increased　by　the　pain　…　that　is　why。　It　is　the　way。。。〃
　A　gong　was　sounded　by　Manion。
　Thus　was　the　Amazon…like　Freefighter　prepared　for　what　was　to　e。　Her　winsome　body　firmly　secured；　exposed　to　whatever　whim　the　priest　and　his　cohorts　had　in　mind。
　〃Let　the　ceremony　of　the　Blessed　Honeymoon　night　begin；〃　the　high　priest　intoned。　〃Cut　her　clothing　from　her。〃
　〃No。〃
　The　two　handmaidens　took　small　knives　and　quickly　snipped　off　the　flimsy　bra　and　bikini　bottom　from　the　struggling　bound　redhead。
　Thus　stripped　of　the　last　shred　of　protection；　Rona's　upthrust　backside；　spread　wide　by　her　ankle　bindings；　revealed　the　deep　crease　between　her　firm　tan　thighs。　Every　detail　of　her　female　anatomy　was　exposed　in　the　most　lascivious　way。　Many　a　male　would　have　yielded　to　the　temptation　of　plunging　his　manhood　between　her　startlingly　full　and　jutting　posterior　globes。　But　the　high　priest　and　the　soldier…monks　…　aside　from　their　viewing　it　as　sacrilege　to　take　from　Renquist　what　was　his　…　were　likewise　sexually　incapable。　Only　the　ritual　concerned　them。　All　the　nuptial　rules　must　be　observed；　their　God；　Renquist；　must　have　his　honeymoon　privilege。　Through　the　sacrament　of　the　insertion　of　the　snake…rod。
　〃Let　it　mence。〃　Manion　solemnly　intoned。　〃Now；　before　the　sacred　impregnation；　the　chastisement　must　be　rendered。〃
　She　shouted；　〃You　can't　do　this。〃
　Manion　went　to　a　dark　recess　of　the　room　and　returned　holding　a　long　slender　whip；　the　kind　formerly　used　to　hasten　reluctant　carriage　horses。　He　tested　the　long　cord　in　the　air。　It　snapped　viciously　in　the　darkness　near　her　body。
　〃Oh　no；　please；　don't。〃
　The　second　blow　was　for　her。　Heeding　not　her　entreaties；　Manion　moved　into　action。　The　long　birch　rod　swished　viciously　down　across　Rona's　pinioned　posterior。　She　let　out　a　cry　as　the　sudden　blow　stung　across　her　bottom；　sideways。
　〃Stop。　No。　Oh　God；　it　hurts〃　Rona　shouted。　Before　she　could　say　another　thing；　the　leather　cord　swished　down　again；　and　then　a　third　time。　She　screamed　out　as　much　in　anger　and　frustration　as　in　pain；　and　she　frantically　wiggled　her　backside　in　a　vain　attempt　to　avoid　the　blows。
　A　dozen　telling　strokes　placed　expertly　from　her　lower　back　to　the　tensed　thighs　followed；　and　then　Manion　started　the　whip　blows　back　up　towards　her　back　once　more。　Rona　cursed　and　strained　at　her　bindings；　twisting　in　a　frenzy　every　time　a　blow　was　launched；　but　to　no　avail。　Why　were　they　doing　this　to　her？　Why？　She　screamed　as　loud　as　she　could；　which　was　plenty　loud；　every　time　a　telling　blow　of　the　rod　was　delivered。　Maybe　somebody　would　hear；　maybe　Rockson　was　looking　for　her。　He　would；　he　would　e　…　somebody　had　to　e。
　Manion　paused　to　inspect　his　handiwork。　And　was　pleased。　Sandra's　tightly　stretched　nether…globes　were　crisscrossed　with　red　weal　marks。　Hardly　an　inch　of　her　firm　flesh　had　escaped　the　horizontal　scourges　he'd　delivered。
　Now　it　was　time　to　change　position　and　deliver　the　vertical　blows。　The　job　would　not　be　over；　and　the　Goddess　not　properly　prepared　for　her　sacred　trust；　until　there　was　a　red　crosshatch　pattern　on　her　lovely　posterior。
　The　blows　began　anew；　this　time　up　and　down。　They　fell　so　many　times　in　the　next　few　minutes　that　Rona　thought　she　was　going　to　be　beaten　to　death。
　On　the　hundreth　blow；　a　dizzy；　half…conscious　Rona　heard　Manion　say；　〃The　scourging　is　over。〃　Manion　turned　to　the　statue　and　bowed。　〃Oh；　Renquist；　your　bride　is　properly　chastised。　As　it　was　written；　pain　and　the　anger　aroused　in　a　chastised　bride　will　increase　the　chance　that　a　male　child　will　be　born　of　this　sacred　union。　So　be　it。　Now　let　the　insemination　proceed。〃
　Rona　twisted　her　head；　shook　the　blurriness　from　her　eyes。　What　were　they　doing　over　there？　They　were　chanting　and　moving　about　the　statue　of　the　snake。　Oh　God；　they　don't　mean　to　…
　〃Praise　be　to　Renquist；〃　the　acolytes；　the　handmaidens；　and　the　soldiers　shouted。　The　two　maroon…robed　acolytes　went　forward　from　the　group　of　chanters；　over　to　the　ice…covered　votary　that　was　the　carved　cobra　snake。　They　took　up　flickering　torches　and　played　the　flames　under　the　snake　statue's　head　to　gradually　melt　the　ice　seal　around　the　long；　slender　cylindrical　object　that　was　hidden　in　the　snake's　stone　mouth。　Slowly；　once　the　long　cylinder　was　freed　of　its　ice；　the　torches　were　played　along　its　bottom；　until　the　frost　was　burned　away。　The　sixteen…inch…long　green　glass　tube　was　a　straight　glass　snake；　a　sealed　catheter　with　a　milky　fluid　in　its　narrow　interior。
　〃The　honeymoon　vessel　has　been　prepared；〃　Manion　intoned；　ringing　the　gong　again。　〃Let　the　insemination　of　the　honeymoon　begin。〃
　Insemination？　〃No；〃　Rona　gasped；　twisting　her　tear…stained　yet　defiant　countenance　around　to　see　the　green　glass　vial　as　it　was　passed　to　Manion's　meaty　hands。
　Rockson　had　heard　the　frantic　screams　for　several　minutes；　and　had　run　at　all　the　speed　he　could　muster；　setting　himself　far　ahead　of　his　panions。　Rona　was　being　tortured　…　somewhere　in　this　maze　of　tunnels。　He　went　up　two　dead　ends；　and　then　retracing　his　steps；　tried　a　third　tunnel。　And　found　the　snake　temple。　He　blasted　the　door　open　with　a　burst　of　fire　…　explosive　9mm　bullets　from　his　Liberator　auto…fire　rifle　tearing　the　huge　brass　doors　off　their　hinges。
　Rockson　burst　into　the　Temple　of　the　Snake；　and　immediately　took　in　the　situation。
　The　priests。　Rona　…　bound　and　naked；　the　long　green…glass　cylinder　poised　between　her　spread　legs。　The　awful　streaks　of　red　across　her　backside。
　He　leveled　his　weapon　on　the　man　with　the　vial；　the　one　closest　to　Rona。
　〃Drop　whatever　the　hell　you're　holding；　mister；　or　die。〃
　McCaughlin　and　Chen　flew　into　the　doorway　behind　him；　to　back　up　his　words。　The　soldier…monks　around　the　temple　who　had　started　to　lift　their　weapons　were　cut　down　by　a　sweep　of　hot　lead　from　three　Liberator　rifles；　their　bodies　jerked　back　and　slammed　against　the　altar　of　their　false　god；　spurting　hot　streams　of　blood。
　The　blue…robed　man　at　Rona's　side　dropped　the　glass　vial　and　it　shattered　at　his　feet。
　Detroit　came　in　next；　shotpistol　up。　Ready。　Danik；　panting　from　the　run；　came　in　behind　him。　It　was　a　tense　moment。　They　were　in　time　to　hear　Rockson　yell；　〃Away　from　her；　priest。〃
　Manion　made　to　reach　the　trank…stick　on　his　belt　…　and　never　made　it。　Rockson　fired　on　full　automatic。　The　priest's　head；　severed　by　a　sweep　of　hot　lead；　spun　across　the　darkness。　The　body　that　had　belonged　to　Manion's　head　sank