Chapter 4. Secret XXX Adult Division Of Disney Studios

Monday September 22, 2008

After my night taking the Patron’s cock and bringing the dripping evidence back to Ximena we were more determined to do this and do it right. We dove into the thought and plans for our wedding, and the conduct of similar same-sex relationships.

We were falling in love, a type of love that was not spoken of 50 years ago. Now the Patron had charged us to bring this new type of love to the Colony.

Walking on the island filled both of us with a sense of history. Four centuries ago Avee was the earliest common ancestor for both of us and everyone else in the Colony. We had traced our bloodlines back for 400 years, Foxe had insisted on a complete and accurate record. The Colony was fortunate, by staying hidden there were no wars and virtually all men and women produced and raised children. In the last century alone the USA had suffered 2 major and a number of minor wars, plus the turmoil and devastation of the depression/dust bowl years. These wiped out or disrupted many male bloodlines and fractured many families. Because of such losses America was a country that, at the margin, was raised by their mothers.

In contrast, the Colony was raised by couples mated for life (there was no divorce), where relatives were close and everybody knew they were all one united family. Cutting ties and “Going to Texas” or California or whatever - like in the 1850s or 1930s or the 1960s in America, was not an option in a group where every individual could trace their blood to Avee and the other maidens and their lovers.

In our room, each night after the island visit we talked about what it took for Avee to dive into the river, away from her adolescent life with people she knew so well, and walk out of the river naked into the camp of hairy, smelly strangers, people who shared almost nothing in common with her. She was led to the building where she knew “piercing” awaited her body. Why did she take that first step from the river? Because she wanted to be a woman, to set aside her adolescence and take up her adult life. Her body told her it was time for another factor in her life. She was raised with the custom of piercing. “Feeling it was time” was the standard used by the Inca and other societies of the region. That future would surely include the mysteries of children, even if just “how” was a mystery to her. Avee knew pain waited for her when she stepped on the shore. But she was sure the promise of joy and community overwhelmed the fleeting moments of pain she would feel. So she was determined to embrace the price of admission to pay for the greater joy.

Ximena accepted that now it was her time, before she went to Chile. She go to the Patron’s piercing bed and spread herself to be instructed as a woman, to cross the line to the next stage of life. She knew what was coming, but she also knew she had to experience it for one night, or the curiosity would drive her to poor choices in the future. After that first night she would live with me day and night, as a lover until it was time to leave. Then we would embrace, kiss, and call ourselves “Widows” as was the custom.

She wanted to experience a man, her body felt the need, but inside she also felt that she wanted to live with a woman. Ximena was the first woman born in the Colony to express such a choice to the Patron. The first time they talked about it was in early Spring, when I was still a virgin.

Some of the Chinese females who arrived this summer knew of such things and had also made that life choice, either before they left China, or during the voyage when they were confined with only other females. So had Kwool of the Tribe, who found her pleasure partners in the cities of Peru when she took instruction as a pilot. It seemed like all at once the population of the Colony was becoming aware that some people in the world made families another way.

The Patron needed to stay ahead of the game for his people, but he needed some help in charting this new path, an unknown path like their conquistador forefathers traveled. He, and they, had many questions that an old man could not answer, so he was counting on us to answer those questions and chart the new path. Our cousins needed the answers and the mysteries to be revealed.

Ximena felt she had to do more to help those who followed her path. Like me, she was sure we were missing something in our view of our mission. But what? That was where I came in, because I had lived with Abril as a partner.

I told Ximena that my Prince had helped me to see that my own drives were strong and varied. He empowered me to explore them. I was not even a week from giving my virginity to the Prince, my life-long dream, when I found and embraced feelings with my dear soft lover Abril. Unlike so many males in western society, the Prince smiled on our affection, he nourished and respected it. I fell in love with Abril, but as a lover she was followed by others like Resha, Amy, and Li. My Prince also was so bold as to send me another man, with whom I started a wonderful, mind-opening, very taboo affair. It was like I had been enclosed in a bubble that popped with my virginity, I found my new strong desires to share my body in the pleasures of sex with far more people than I envisioned in my childhood dreams.

He helped me see the bi-sexual slut thing I had kept hidden from myself. He even allowed me the freedom to live that way under his roof. According to his family traditions, my freedoms would continue even after we married and he became the Patron. In fact, they would be expanded as I introduced young grooms to the act.

Now, by putting me in a room with Ximena, the Patron had given my heart yet another obvious target for my desire, and without hesitation I took the sweet bait. So I was charged to show others how to break their own bubbles, to create a template for his people in the future.

Ximena was willing to be my partner, she would accept marriage with her White Scarf and submit to the Patron’s attentions on the wedding night, then she was willing to be my wife in every way for the balance of her marriage so she could help me create the template that fit her desire.

I thought of Avee. After Captain Foxe opened her body, Avee’s intimate introductions to the company of two dozen conquistadors was a nightly public display of her fucking several men in turn, usually several times each. In the barracks, on a well-lit elevated platform for all to see, she welcomed each man into her body. She moaned with pleasure when she accepted their release. On the second night, she discovered the wonder of her own climax with two men in succession as the others all cheered.