Cupey wrestles for cruel pleasure (Taina Bride fragment)



Bohique the Shaman recalls sweet memories from his early dalliance with
Cupey, when she was slim and young. This was much before her ruthless need
for power made them mortal enemies. They met as unexpected and immediate
lovers in the forest as she took her jibaro bitch to breed with the wild
dogs.

He remembered how she played with his lust, her back towards him, leaning
forward, spreading her buttocks to show her vagina. Then she had bent down
to look back at him from between her legs; her head upside down, letting
her long hair fall to the ground. A lazy smile was upon her face; and her
young, tidy vagina was visible moist, spread and ready between a raised
and standing leg.

He remembered her heat at his first penetration, and then recalled how her
calls of pleasure mixed with the howls of the wild dogs. And in the peace
of the aftermath of love, he in his youthful curiosity had explored her
intimate anatomy, item after delicious item. He had watched her lovemaking
skills mature through the months and years, as she had shared herself with
him and with her many other seekers.

When young Cupey
was given to rock fishing.
Carrying great rocks,
she would smash them
upon boulders half covered by the river's waters,
to stun the fishling guajacones and biajacas hiding below.

Bending over spread legged
in lewd and deliberate abandonment,
she, in her open java basket would collect
the limp and floating silver prize of tiny delicate fish.
Then entice her new lovers' entry into the great ready hall of her
delights.

Bohique had watched Cupey's body grow
n lust and power. He had watched
her thighs develop, with powerful
rounded slabs of muscle, and great cords of sinew;
and he watched her nose
lengthen upon her face, her vulva change
growing larger and her clitoris size increase.

He saw her thus,
in the powerful full glory of her youth,
meet all challenges
on the fine sand of the Batey.

Young Cupey, as in all she did,
was competitive and vindictive.
She liked to wrestle with the strongest men, and make them
suffer submission and pain. Her rippling
banded thighs already then
were the strongest and most powerful in that land.

She was want, in devious deceit,
to take a man's arm tightly ,
then gently hold it to her crotch, as if invitation
then she would fall backward to the ground,
to the earth, to the place where a wrestler's strength derives.

On the ground
she would hold him tight,
his upper arm and shoulder locked between her thighs.
His elbow she held above her navel,
his hand thumb up, grasped at between her breasts.
His arm held immobile, helpless in her wrapped arms.

Then she would raise her pelvis
in a slow inexorable upward grinding bump
to give him terrible pain, and to make
his shoulder and his triceps muscles
twitch spasmodically on her vulva's wetted face..

Holding him prisoner to serve her intense delight,
she raised and lowered her hips,
rubbing faster faster, rubbing harder harder
and still harder and still faster,
until pelvis vibrating like wings of the zunzun,
she took belly trembling pleasure from his torment.


At her satiation, she would release him.
Rolling over, her full buttocks, sweat wet
and glossy to the air, watch him
walk away nursing his hurt arm, full of shame at his defeat.

Then she would laugh,
and laugh and laugh,
madly drunk on her intoxicating power and her most devious might.

Fragment in blank verse from: "Lusts of the Taina Bride"
Copyright@2001, 2002 by Larry Daley for Ramon Valdez Guaba

Note: be careful this is a real submission lock and can break or serious
hurt an arm.