"Joanna Wylde - Dancing With Dionysus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

thread grew, she couldn't help but feel some pride in her work. The thread was
lovely, without lumps, strong and smooth. But it would never rival the thread
spun by the nymphs of Dionysus. She was definitely going to die.

Soon they would give her to the Maenads, crazed women who would rip her apart
with their bare hands. This was Dionysus' island, and tonight was his
festival. The god of birth and death would show her no pity, she knew that
already. She had never been one of his children.

She tried not to listen to the low, tinkling murmur of the nymphs and dryads
around her. Even as they tormented her, they prepared themselves to celebrate
the god's festival. Soon revelry would overtake the island. They would drink
and dance with the satyrs, while the Maenads raged around them, drunk on the
god's power. Wise humans kept themselves locked in their stone houses on
nights like these, praying for mercy. But Kalliara's home was miles away, on
the other side of the small speck of land that Dionysus had claimed as his
own. Few humans lived on Naxos by choice, and those who did had learned to be
cautiousтАФ

One of the nymphs gave a shriek, a combination of surprise and fear.
Kalliara's head jerked up. All around her, satyrs were pouring into the wooded
clearing where the nymphs held her prisoner. Enormous, standing taller than
any man in the village, the satyrs terrified her. Their bodies rippled with
muscle, dark and tanned from the sun. They swept in, laughing and leaping,
grabbing up the nymphs. Their hair flew in all directions, and many had bushy
beards. Wild creatures, completely uncivilized, their upper halves resembled
those of men, but their legs were those of goats.Aroused goats, she realized
with a shudder.

Their penises were large and erect. Right before her eyes, one of the satyrs
grabbed the cruel nymph who had tormented her. He threw her to the ground,
ripping at her clothing and thrust himself between her legs. The nymph
screamed, but her legs wrapped around his waist and she held him tightly as he
rode her. Bile rose in Kalliara's throat.

She suddenly realized that for the first time since they'd taken her, the
nymphs weren't paying attention to their captive. This was her chance to get
away, if she moved quickly enough. She pulled the length of her shawl up and
over her head, and ducked down. For once she was grateful that she'd never
been able to afford expensive dyes for her clothing. The dun-colored wool
would serve her well as camouflage while she made her way across the island at
night.

She raised her spindle to her mouth, biting through the thread to free it.
The silliness of her actions startled herтАФof all the things to worry about at
a time like this, keeping her spindle should be a very low priority indeed.
But in the time it took her to think it, the spindle was free and tucked in
the cloth pouch that dangled from her belt. She scuttled across the clearing,
ducking between satyrs and nymphs, trying not to take in what was happening
around her. They were coupling wildly, gripped by the ecstasy and violence