Pushed to his knees, a leather strap was quickly fastened across the back of Tarzan’s thighs .. binding his legs to the side of a blood-stained stone. Tarzan glanced over at Carter, saw him upright on his knees too, a terror filling out Carter’s body. But what did he expect Tarzan to do? Carter’s greed had brought this on himself. And on Tarzan too.
From the other side of the stone, a warrior roughly grabbed for Tarzan’s hair and yanked him forwards. Pressed his front down onto the stone. Bent at the waist, his broad chest forced down onto the blood-stained rock. Pressed down onto the earlier blood-lettings.
Was life to end like this? In a perfect posture to have his head hacked off? Life wasted for Carter’s greediness? Already another leather cord had encircled the back of Tarzan’s neck and been secured on the other side of the stone. Tarzan was laid out, trapped. On his front, bent at the waist, a neck-strap fastening his chest onto the old blood on this sacrificial stone. Where this lost tribe had sacrificed other unwelcome guests to their angry god.
“Fuck it, Tarzan .. Do something. Say something.”
If anyone deserved this fate, Carter was in the right place. Tarzan’s attention was more on the chief. Forcing his head up, Tarzan had seen him approach. In his hand, though, not a knife. Not a blade of sacrifice. A long cane.
Pain bit a giant chunk out of Tarzan’s backside. The savage force jarred his front forward over the stone. Shock rushed up the length of his back and threw his head back. His jaws clamped together against the sting of the lash. The chief was taking the honour on himself. Slashing pain out of unwelcome intruders. Another breath-taking hit smacked Tarzan hard. His backside burned, his torso jerked. His head jolted upright against its bonds. His hands were free .. but useless. Clenched together tight. There was no escaping, leather straps pinned him to the stone. Another bite of leather stung his burning backside. Tarzan’s mouth ripped open in a silent cry.
The chief was doing the honours. Slashing with muscled ferocity into this profane body that had dared invade their lands. Teeth gritted with effort .. his muscular weight twisted into the blow .. seething he sent the cane whistling at the disrespectful backside. Making an offering. Bringing his god this blasphemous intruder’s pain. Sacrificing his pain to a justly indignant god.