La Llorona: A Space Tragedy

La Llorona:

A Space Tragedy

Seraph

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Contents

Chapter 1: Cursed

Chapter 2: Wonderful Paradise

Chapter 3: Farewell to Eden

Chapter 4: Birth of the Legend

Chapter 1

Cursed

City Juarx, Planet Cuauhtémoc

On the industrial rogue planet of Cuauhtémoc, the civilization has evolved to harness all the planet’s energy. Humans have control over nature’s weather, volcanoes and quakes. Much of the planet’s energy sources is complemented from the star of their solar system to power the advanced technology of the planet. The space port city of Juarx, has a unique, thriving merchant business of space vessels receiving and shipping rare artifacts of the fallen Mayan gods. The merchant business receives and ships these rare artifacts from and to all sectors of the galaxy. One of these rare gods’ artifacts has caught the interest of a teenage shipping clerk. After being sick and tired of barely surviving in being poor, this artifact’s ancient writings promise her a life of riches. She decides to risk the danger to be rich.

Tzentel with flawless skin, delicate frame and voluminous, midnight black hair argues her point with her friend on why she should use the ancient artifice. "I deserve this. From what I’ve been through, I deserve to be rich. Nobody in the world deserves being rich like I do. I have suffered being poor way too long. It’s my time to be rich. All those who have money don’t deserve it. I deserve it.

I’m better than any of those who are rich. I’m better looking than any of those ‘Thots.’ I look better in noble class clothes than any of those ugly girls and woman. I want to be the center of attention in those galas and rich noble class events. I want to be the center of attention in the crowd. I want men falling at my feet, groveling, begging I be theirs. I want girls and woman to be so jealous of me taking their man."

Her friend says nothing. Ixtat stares unblinking biting her lower lip as she doesn’t want to argue against her friend’s inflated sense of self as well as shallow priorities. Tzentel stares at her friend since childhood, Ixtat, her young thin-framed figure with silky skin showing resistance. Still, Tzentel understands this silence and body language is quite a lot of resistance from her friend. She remembers her friend has used this silence and posture since childhood. She knows Ixtat is trying to stop Tzentel in using the ancient artifact for getting rich.

When silence doesn’t work, Ixtat keeps reminding Tzentel of the dangers of being cursed for life written about in using the ancient artifact. With relentless urgings, Tzentel finally convinces her teenage friend to join her in a daring plan to use the rare Mayan god artifact. The real reason Ixtat reluctantly agrees to helping her friend is just in case something goes terribly wrong. Ixtat gets the last details in meeting Tzentel at the designated warehouse in the middle of the night during the changing of the shifts.

The teenagers meet at the agreed upon time and Tzentel gains entrance to the warehouse. They quietly and with careful steps into the dark ominous gauntlets of stacked crates begin the dangerous plan. Using only the light from Tzentel’s hologram’s warehouse schematics, the teenage girls quietly make their way through the ink black, labyrinth of the massive crates in the warehouse. Ixtat is hunched over as she carefully steps beside her friend in the darkness. Ixtat constantly twirling her shoulder length, cinnamon hair with her left hand’s fingers while her breathing is rapid. Ixtat constantly scanning the darkness around them.

When she can take the unnerving fear no longer, facing wide eyed towards Tzentel, Ixtat’s low trembling voice is heard. "Tzentel, this is one of your worst pendejadas ever. If we get caught, the merchant business owner Niqinqu will have us fired.

If it wasn’t for my friend Ixmu, we would not have gotten these jobs as clerks."

Tzentel with her eyes fixed on the hologram and watching where they are stepping as quietly as they can, remarks. "We won’t get caught. Besides, we can plea with Ixmu’s Father Itzam-Ye, so we don’t lose our jobs. He’s got a lot of pull around here, you know.

I’m so sick of barely surviving as a working poor. My plan for getting rich has to work! This is my chance of a life time. I’m not going to pass on it."

Ixtat stay quiet as Tzentel guides them on making a left down a three stories high stacked aisle of crates. They are leaving the ominous shadows behind as they make their way forward.

During their careful walking, Ixtat breaks the sounds of their light footsteps. "You’re so, fucking stupid. Itzam-Ye won’t help us. We are going after an artifact which Itzam-Ye is personally supervising in its shipment.

Which brings me to the part about this idea of yours being so dangerous. You and many of us know he works closely with an Overseer. You know the type. A gorgeous god from the House of Vampire who feeds on the blood of humans. Especially the blood of two teenagers who mess around with his stuff."

Don’t be all drama on me. We are not going to steal his stuff. We are only going to borrow it. I have every intention of putting it back once I’m finished with it. Tzentel guides them on making a right into the darkness of another three stories high stacked aisle of crates.

This artifact is dangerous. There are warnings about a cursed life written about it. I wouldn’t have helped you figure out the ancient writing if I knew you were going to be so reckless. There is a reason an Overseer got a hold of it and is trying to send it off somewhere to never be found again. We have no ideas of the curse’s dangers or even of what will happen once you use it. Ixtat pauses from saying more as Tzentel suddenly stops in front of some massive crates.

Tzentel stares up the stories high shadows of crates, The third one on top to the left is the one I’m after. Get the light and what we need from inside the bag you’ve been carrying.

As Ixtat unslings the bag from her right shoulder, she brings out the hand held lantern. She places it on the metal floor then powers it up. Their immediate area. is lighted up in a dim bluish green hue. Tzentel squints her eyes as she reads some information about the necessary codes before she powers down her hologram.

During the unpacking of more of the bag’s items, Ixtat voices, I got a really bad feeling about this. It’s not too late to stop from going through with this.

It’s too late. I’ve come this far. Tzentel punches codes on a metal beam. She observes her desired crate being selected then being brought down by large mechanical steel fingers.

While staring at the crate settling down before her, Tzentel extends her arm out to her friend with the palm of her hand facing up and orders. The instrument for opening the crate.

Ixtat shakes her head in disapproval as she hands the electronic seal for opening the crate to her friend. The hologram device, the light, the electronic seal, and the other stuff, we are going to get caught when they find all this stuff missing.

Tzentel says nothing as she firmly grabs the metal device placed in her hand by her friend. She brings the electronic seal before her. Tzentel faces the crate and points the electronic seal at the crate. She punches in the codes. The crate hums as it begins to open revealing its contents to the bluish green light of the lantern.

When the crate is fully opened, both teenagers stare at an ancient Mayan god altar made of stone. It’s decorated with the most horrendous looking creatures. In the top center of the altar, Tzentel and Ixtat stare at a large object protruding up seeming to be made of black obsidian.

Ixtat feels her face feel warm, clears her throat then states, Is this shape what I think it is?

Yep, its one big cock for using as a sacrifice dildo. Tzentel states with her matter of fact voice while staring at the giant obsidian stone penis.

"Are you sure you can take the monster dick inside you?

You are a virgin? Right?

I read it’s one of the requirements.

You are going to be ripped up pretty bad if you go through with this ritual.

Remind me again why you’re doing this?" Ixtat faces her friend who is fixed gawking upon the monster dildo.

Tzentel walks up to the gruesome ancient altar. Her fingers tightly grip the edge of the cold stone decorated with gruesome looking creatures with claws and fangs. Yes, I’m a virgin.

She releases her right hand from gripping the cold stone. Tzentel splays her right hand fingers to cover her eyes from seeing the monster cock she needs to slide into her vagina. I’m doing all this, so I will be rich. I don’t ever want to worry for anything. I want to have all the nice things the noble class have. I want to go to all the special parties and places only the noble class go to. I want to have the nicest and the most expensive of things. I want to get expensive procedures done so I’m the most beautiful of all rich women. I want to have children, so I can spoil them rotten making them the envy of all the other rich families.

You may not be able to have children. This monster dildo is going to rip your insides apart during the sacrificial ritual. Thus, the part of the blood sacrifice. Ixtat interjects with passion in her voice.

Tzentel responds with palms on her forehead, her eyes wide staring into the darkness above the crates. At least I will still be rich and beautiful. If, I can’t have it all.

After several moment of Ixtat observing her friend quietly staring off into the darkness, she is hoping Tzentel will abandon this dangerous ritual. She is ready to pack up everything and quickly leave the eerie altar. She is certain this gruesome looking altar will yield nothing but regret in sacrificing to it.

Tzentel blinks her large almond shaped eyes hard. She slams her clenched fist on the stone altar top. She gets into a wide stance. Tzentel juts out her chin. She lowers her eye brows while squinting her eyes at the gruesomely adorned altar. No! I will not be denied what is mine! I will do whatever it takes to live the life I deserve. I will be rich and beautiful!

Tzentel faces Ixtat with those lowered eye brows and squinted eyes. Through her bared teeth she voices to her friend. Get the candles in place while I get undressed.

Ixtat knows there is no arguing with her friend when she in this state. She quickly goes about placing the black candles in the designated slots on top of the altar as written in the ancient text. It had taken them a while to find these special candles in other shipping crates in another warehouse. When Ixtat is finished with the placement of the last candle, she stares upon her naked friend using both her hands to grab onto the monster cock. Tzentel straddles the large obsidian penis.

Tzentel lowers her body till her vaginal lips are kissing the cold obsidian point of the cock. She breaths in and out hard. Oh, that’s cold. What now?

Ixtat lightly tapping the side of her head thinking before lightly voicing. You need to rub the sacrificial jelly on the head of the cock. You’re supposed to stimulate yourself with the cock until your sex juices are flowing.

She quickly scans the unpacked items and finds the jelly. Ixtat thinks it’s unfortunate they were able to find this item in today’s times. Ixtat takes her time walking up to the altar where Tzentel is waiting for her. When close enough Tzentel moves her naked body down and extends her arm out with palm up to her friend. Ixtat pours into Tzentel’s hand a generous amount of the sacrificial jelly. Tzentel straddles the monster cock again with jelly in hand. Her bare feet taking in the cold of the altar stone. She bends her naked body over while rubbing the sacrificial jelly in her hands then slathering the point of the giant cock. Tzentel positions her body over the large penis. She decides to slather her vaginal opening with the sacrificial jelly as well. When finished slathering her vaginal lips and opening, Tzentel lowers her body till her vaginal lips are once again kissing the cold obsidian point of the cock.

Oh, that’s cold. She states as she places her jellied hands on her naked hips.

Light the candles, I’m ready. Tzentel voices as she begins to gyrate her hips for stimulating her vaginal lips and clitoris against the point of the obsidian penis.

Ixtat with special sacrificial stone in hand goes about striking the base of the altar where the candles are placed. Each of the candles light up as if by magic. When finished lighting the last of the candles, there is a magical warm red glow illuminating their surroundings. The ancient altar giving off a surreal glow adding to the enchanted surroundings. Ixtat goes about standing to the side of the altar near her friend in case something goes terribly wrong. She stares at Tzentel’s naked gyrating body aglow with the fires of the candles. She notices her friend’s small perky breast nipples are responding to the cold. Ixtat observes her friend’s eyes are tightly shut as