The tribe was gathering to the sound of the drums. The children were gathered outside, watching as five of their number entered the warriors lodge for the first time. Only grown women, and warriors of the tribe were allowed in the lodge. Those who entered would leave the lodge as women, or not at all.
 
Inside the women of the tribe watched from their seats along the walls as the five initiates walked nervously into the center. Thula the wisdom keeper greeted each of them with a hug before instructing them to kneel before the breaking stone. The breaking stone was one of the tribes great relics, second only to the tribes horde of sacred fluids. The breaking stone was feared by enemies and the tribe alike, as many a worthy foe and revered women of the tribe had been sacrificed upon it for the good of all. For the initiates who knelt before it, it was their greatest honor to see it today.
 
The stone was shaped like a stool to be straddled at its highest point, with a spar poking up where the groin would rest. The rest of the stone slanted downwards to the tribes vat of sacred fluids. It was no exaggeration to say that the vat meant survival itself to the tribe. Worthy women were given to the vat to increase its content, and those chosen to be mothers would receive the liquid from the vat to become pregnant. The youngsters gawked at the sacred objects they were seeing for the first, and possibly the last time.
 
As one the gathered women of the tribe ceased their chatter as Thula raised her hands to the initiates.
 
"Liki, Kigru, Churi, Chuka, and Uukana children of the tribe. Today you have come to be made part of the tribe. Today we shall pierce your hymens upon the breaking stone, and judge your suitability as warriors among us. Look at the stone, heed its call, and do what you know must be done."
 
 
No direction was given to the initiates, but none was needed. As soon as she had laid eyes on the stone spar, Kigru had felt the desire to mount the edifice. As the women of the tribe began to beat a rhythm on the wooden benches and a few drums the well endowed girl stood and moved to the stone. The pink haired girl climbed atop the stone as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her legs straddled the outcropping of stone as the girl began to slide her slit upon the smooth bump. Working with the rhythm, Kigru began to moan as her nipples became erect. The stone was becoming slick with her arousal as the tempo and her moans reached a peak. Guided by some cue, Kigru gave a moan as she drove her hips downwards, the stone sliding inside her womanhood. She shuddered as blood flowed onto the rock. Her hymen was broken, she was a woman of the tribe!
 
Uukana was already on her feet and climbing the stone as Kigru slid down into the embrace of Thula. The blue haired girl moved more smoothly than her predecessor, but also melded her movements with the beating of the drums. Her sinuous movements were beginning to entrance the crowd as they watched. Several pairs of women were fondling each other as they kept the rhythm. Like Kigru before her, Uukana drove her hips down to pierce her hymen and join the ranks of women in the tribe.
 
Chuka mounted the stone next, sliding her lithe body into place over the stone. The petite girl didn't wait for the rhythm, or bother with any foreplay, though. She thrust herself down upon the stone, wincing as her hymen was shorn. The drumming continued at pace, but anyone listening could tell that the tempo had changed slightly. Many of the women in attendance were staring with hungry eyes at the panting orange haired girl on the stone. The breaking stone was not so much a test of one's knowledge, as it was a test of character. Pleasure and pain were equal parts of life, the stone plunged that message home to each of the tribe's women. Death and the continuance of the tribe were also parts of life. By choosing pain first, the young girl had demonstrated impatience. She would now learn of pleasure, and the tribe would carry on..
 
As the beat carried on, Thula placed a hand between the girls legs. The fingers expertly unhooded the clitoris and elicited a gasp from the orange haired girl still impaled on the stone. The wisdom keeper mounted the stone with the girl, bringing her other hand around to embrace her as she began to ease her into a pistoning motion with the beat. Fingers worked the pert nipples and the nub of her clitoris. The older woman placed tender kisses on the neck and cheek of her charge as she whispered in her ear.
 
"Know that you shall always be one of us. Now join the tribe forever."
 
Chuka turned her head to kiss the knowledge keeper who had accepted her, cresting into an orgasm as she did so. Thula withdrew as the drum beat began to swell again. Chuka's orgasm did not end, instead building in intensity as she slid her sex upon the stone. Her cries pierced the ears of all who watched until there was only the beat of the drums. The body of the girl melted away, flowing down the trough of the breaking stone into the sacred vat. Chuka had become the ingredients for a new generation of the tribe.
 
"Chuka has joined the tribe forever." Thula proclaimed.
 
"Forever a part of the tribe." The women of the tribe returned.
 
There was no shame in Chuka's fate, instead she was now accepted as one of their own. Worthy and necessary to bring new life to the worthy among them.
 
The next girl approached the stone nervously, but mounted the rock as the music's tempo moved her. Liki was sleight, short and lacked in confidence, but all in the tribe knew her to be skilled and brave. Now the girl proved herself as she swallowed her fear and gave herself over to the beat. Her body gyrated upon the stone grinding against the spar that had just ended a life without hesitation. Once again, the initiate plunged herself down without fear and became a woman of the tribe.
 
Churi followed after, mounting the stone and bouncing atop the implement in a hypnotic spectacle as her perky breasts hopped along with the drumbeats. She was barely off the stone before another member of the tribe had embraced her. The conclusion of the initiation, marked the beginning of the bonding as the tribe became intimately familiar with their new members. The tangle of bodies writhed in bliss as the torches slowly burned out. In the morning, a worthy woman would be gifted with seed, and a hunt would be called. For now, the tribe embraced as one, what dangers may come, they were one.