The Choosing
The
Choosing
Author's note: The
Sentinelese, a
tiny primitive tribe
on North
Sentinel Island in
India, lives
an isolated
stone age existence.
Since
we don't
know
what
they call themselves,
the
name “Sentinelese” is simply derived from the
name of their
island.
We
know little about them because of
their
violence
towards outsiders.
So
from this tiny platform of reality, we take a brave plunge into the
fictional world...
The Sentinelese
believe themselves to be the only civilization in the universe. The
few outsiders they meet always reinforce that notion for them,
because no outsiders know how to speak Sentinelese! So to the
Sentinelese, those poor dumb outsiders seem able to only gesticulate
and babble incoherently. Over the generations, these people have
learned the hard way that outsiders always bring disease. So it
makes perfect sense that they protect themselves by using their
primitive weapons to drive interlopers away.
They are a
matriarchal society, ruled by a Chieftess. Women rule the household,
leaving men little better than slaves. Husbands are Chosen for their
physical attributes and usefulness, but also for their obedience.
Besides procreation, the male's role is to serve his woman by
gathering food, fuel, and doing whatever other tasks she commands.
For lack of a better
term, we will call the Chieftess's husband a “Chief”. Although
he lacks authority, he is the only male who holds any position of
respect in the tribe. His role is that of teacher and enforcer. He
isn't viewed as a leader and is never the equal of any female. In
his role of enforcer, the Chieftess sometimes commands him to punish
tribe members, even females. Failing to submit to him would be
unthinkable.
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Uga was the tribe's
newest woman. For the last several moon-cycles, her bleeding had
reliably foretold the disappearance of the moon, a sure sign that she
was ready to mate. Therefore, in a 24-hour ritual she had been
elevated from maiden to woman. Being an eligible and virgin young
woman made her a rarity in the village, so her actions would be under
constant scrutiny until she took a husband. Since her elevation, Uga
wore her hair high in the manner of a woman, but she wasn't yet
allowed to wear the high headdress of a married woman.
Throughout her
maidenhood, tribe law had allowed her no sexual experience, not even
solitary masturbation. All sexual conduct was taboo until she became
a woman. Uga's mother had once caught her with her knees far apart,
her breath heavy and with her hand busy under her breach-cloth.
Furious, Uga's mother had ordered her father to spank her severely,
after which the tearful and red-bottomed maiden was made to confess
to the Chieftess herself. The Chieftess took this very seriously,
and sternly promised to order the Chief to punish her should it
happen again. That painful and humiliating incident had ended her
sexual experimentation.
There are no secrets
in one-room huts, so Uga's sharp eyes and ears couldn't miss
witnessing the carnal acts of her parents in the gloom of their
windowless dwelling. Thus, like youth everywhere, she had believed
that she knew all there was to know about mating. But her elevation
ritual had changed that notion!
The preparation for
her elevation ritual took two hands of suns (ten days). The ritual
itself took an entire sun-cycle (twenty four hours). The
preparations started when the Chieftess ordered the village men to
build a new hut, which would eventually be occupied by Uga and her
Chosen mate. When it was done, the medicine woman entered the hut to
make the special smoke and chant the ancient incantations to keep the
baby-killing demons at bay.
Meanwhile, the
medicine woman fed bitter herbs to Uga. Those herbs sickened her,
but were a vital preparation for her elevation ritual because they
would temporarily stop her bleeding so that the Chief's seed wouldn't
grow in her belly.
Uga wasn't allowed
inside her new hut until the day of her elevation. On that special
morning, she ceremonially took the Chief's hand and led him into her
hut. Over the next sun-cycle, they emerged only to feast.
Afterwards they would quickly return to the hut, where the Chief
busily introduced Uga to the joys of womanhood.
Highly skilled at
teaching the art of mating, the Chief put an itch and a yearning into
Uga's groin that would remain there for the rest of her life. In the
process, Uga discovered her ignorance about mating, even though she
had seen her parents do so it many times. Even after that sun-cycle
under the tutelage of a master, she knew that she still had much to
learn.
Even though he was
her teacher, the Chief was obliged to treat Uga with the same respect
and gentleness that would be expected from any Sentinelese male
towards a woman. At least, that was true until near the end of the
ritual. When the sun rose the following morning, Uga shyly emerged
from her very first night in her new hut, leading the Chief into the
new daylight. Following tradition, the entire village had quietly
gathered around her hut to witness the final act of her elevation.
The Chieftess stood tall, laid her hands on Uga's head, and declared
her to be a true woman of the tribe.
As a woman, Uga's
loyalty and duty of obedience now transferred from her mother to the
Chieftess. Her heart thumping madly, Uga fell to her knees, and
kissed the lady's feet. Her voice stumbled only slightly as she
humbly recited the proper incantation to acknowledge the Chieftess's
new authority over her.
Following centuries
of tradition, the Chieftess snapped an order to her husband, who
served as her enforcer. The Chief bowed to her. And then, with a
special look in his eyes, he bowed even deeper to Uga. Uga dropped
her eyes submissively and then offered the man her hand. He led her
to a convenient rock, where Uga willingly laid across his lap. He
had no need to bare her bottom because she was already naked from her
night of “instruction”. What followed was a serious spanking
that publicly demonstrated the Chieftess's authority over the new
woman. Uga wailed in pain, but the end of that punishment marked the
instant of her official elevation to adulthood. From now on, Uga
would look to the Chieftess for leadership, and for discipline if
necessary.
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Uga wouldn't again
sleep in her new hut until her wedding night. So now her task was to
choose a husband. This was done according to a certain etiquette and
also a strict set of sexual taboos which any anthropologist would
recognize had the effect of reducing inbreeding. Although there were
some fifteen unmarried young men in the village, only five weren't
taboo for Uga. They all knew who they were, and were all anxious to
be Chosen by the beautiful and suddenly eligible Uga.
By custom, it
wouldn't be seemly for a new woman to rush into marriage. She must
be seen to properly deliberate on her Choice of husbands. Most new
women take around two moons to Choose. Males are Chosen for their
strength, their speed, their body, their useful skills, and their
submissiveness. Should Uga not find a desirable specimen among
those five, she might reject them all to wait for a better man to
come along!
So with everybody
pretending not to notice, those five males took every opportunity to
demonstrate their best traits to Uga by carrying heavy loads where
she can see them, or bringing in game and collected food whilst
ensuring that she saw, and even by ostentatious acts of obedience to
their mothers. Uga played her part in the game, always pretending
not to notice, whilst missing nothing!
Meanwhile, the
“itch” that the Chief had created in Uga's groin remained. That
itch was best “scratched” by a man, but other means had to
suffice until her marriage. As a woman, Uga was now allowed to
pleasure herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it in the
presence of her parents. So she went daily to her new hut to
“meditate on her Choice”.
Because of the
tribe's strict taboos against extramarital copulation, there was no
such thing as paired-off “one-on-one” courtship among the
Sentinelese. To enforce this, Uga could only leave the village with
a female escort. There was one exception to that rule, and that was
for a “Choosing”.
Uga had been a woman
for two moons when she decided that the time was ripe for a Choosing.
For reasons of her own, she had eliminated two of the five eligible
males, leaving three candidates.
One day she suddenly
gathered those three males and imperiously ordered them into the
jungle. They were all proud and excited to be under consideration!
The village buzzed in excitement as the four young adults disappeared
into the wilderness, “A Choosing, a Choosing!”.
They came to a
clearing with a fallen tree that seemed perfect for Uga's purposes.
She sat. Automatically the three males lined up respectfully before
her. As they posed, she examined their bodies, seemingly comparing
carefully.
At her command they
hefted heavy rocks so that she could compare their strength. And
then she set them off on a footrace to the creek and back, carefully
noting the winner.
Then she lined them
up again, this time without their breech-cloths. One at a time, she
examined their male fruit. As the Chief had taught her, she
massaged each one, testing that it would harden and lengthen
impressively. Two stayed up proud and long, but the other spurted
prematurely at her caress and then quickly deflated. He lost points.
Truthfully, none of
these three young men had male fruit that could compare to that
marvel that swung between the Chief's legs. Any of the three would
do though, although one would need more training than the others.
Theatrically, she
frowned at the three hopeful males. As was proper, all dipped their
eyes submissively in the face of her apparent displeasure. “You
are all bad. Bring sticks so I may correct you!”
The three naked
males scampered off to find proper implements for their correction.
Soon they returned, each with a stick. One of the sticks was
brutishly heavy, clearly not suitable. She rejected it. That male
looked downcast.
She chose another
that looked promising. She swung it experimentally, striking the
ground. It broke. The male that had brought that stick cringed.
She accepted the
third stick. If this one wasn't satisfactory, she would repeat the
exercise. It was thin, but strong and more flexible than the others,
obviously selected with care. She made it whistle through the air.
Good! As she struck the ground with it, it made a satisfying
“thwack” and then bent without breaking. She smiled benevolently
at the male who had found it. Wisely, he didn't smile back.
Instead, as he basked in her approval, he lowered his eyes to
emphasize his submissiveness. She hid her pleasure, but he had just
scored points!
She stood and then
pointed imperiously at the fallen tree. All three knew what to do!
Steeling themselves, they laid across the fallen tree trunk, spacing
themselves appropriately for the test to come. Three lean, dusky
bottoms mooned up at Uga.
She started with the
first bottom, giving him ten hard swats. He didn't react. This was
the same male who had brought the brutish stick. She gave him ten
more, receiving little more than a grunt for her efforts. She
realized that this was a contest of wills. But a contest is no way
to show submissiveness! Would he never learn? He would never
understand why, but he had no chance with Uga.
The other two
reacted to Uga's corporal efforts more appropriately.
She whipped them
hard! Their anguish filled the clearing. When all three bottoms had
been appropriately striped, Uga dropped the stick and abruptly
departed, giving no hint of her Choice. The men finally picked
themselves up and painfully made their own way back to the village.
Now they could only wait and hope.
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Being unmarried,
those three males still lived with their parents. But tonight they
each had hope in their hearts. That night each slept just inside the
entrance of his parent's hut. As morning approached they all
listened...and hoped!
Uga rose early that
morning. She climbed a hill, straining her eyes for the first sight
of the rising sun. When the first rays lit the treetops, Uga greeted
the Sun God with outstretched arms and announced her Choice. The Sun
beamed back its approval.
Uga marched down the
hill directly towards a certain hut, the one where her future husband
lay. She pushed the hide aside from the entrance, and nearly
stumbled over her intended. He lay still, feigning sleep, but his
heart raced. His life was about to change forever, but the next few
minutes would hurt!
She grabbed him,
pulled him out the door, and then firmly led him by the arm to the
Chieftess's hut. Outside, she sat on a stone and ordered him across
her lap. He lowered his eyes respectfully, but his penis rampantly
rebelled. As submissively as possible, he laid himself across his
dream woman's lap, allowing his male fruit to dangle between her
thighs for the first time ever. His bottom was terribly tender from
yesterday's beating, but he cared not.
The Chieftess awoke
to the sounds of a loud spanking. She smiled, knowing that the sound
signified that Uga had finally Chosen. Seeing no point in
interrupting a good spanking, she delayed emerging from her hut. By
the time the Chieftess made her regal appearance, the winning male
wasn't feeling so lucky. Attracted by his howls of pain, the
villagers gathered for the show. And show it was! Uga wasn't yet an
expert spanker, but you wouldn't know that from seeing the
red-bottomed, kicking, desperate male across her lap.
At a word from the
Chieftess, Uga ended the spanking. She urged the sobbing male to his
feet, and then they fell together to their knees bowing deeply. The
Chieftess smiled benevolently as she ceremonially touched each on the
head, “I marry you; I marry you!”
Uga stood and then
pulled her new husband to his feet.
“You have chosen
well Uga,” said the great lady, “Take him to your hut and train
him. The village needs babies.”
With everybody
following and chanting an ancient fertility song, Uga led her man to
her hut. Inside, they found blessed privacy to do those things that
newlyweds do. Finally she had a way to properly scratch that
all-important “itch” that the Chief had put into her groin.
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Even in primitive
society, things aren't always as they seem. Only Uga and her mother
were privy to the truth. Uga's entire two moon “Choosing”
period had been an elaborate ruse to satisfy village tradition.
Sentinelese women rarely marry for love, but Uga had secretly Chosen
that young man several seasons ago. Although he had no way of
knowing, she had admired and loved him from a discreet distance ever
since. Now she finally had him.
Since they knew no
other way to live, Uga would forever dominate. However, they would
forever be lovers.
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