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- Here's a pice of fiction for ya from MaDw! Post responses, I have no room
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- The spelling is bad for I have no spell checker on this machine. Sorry *** Only the woman tied to the post remained, all spectators and participants
- had been removed by the soldiers. Brother Pride entered with a stern face
- and took stalk of the sceen. The woman was naked, with blood and sweat of her
- just recently interupted endevors streaking her body. Brother Pride suppressed
- his nausea at the intense arousal the woman was displaying. Brother Pride inhaled the oders of exertion before speeking. "All par-
- ticipants here today will be broght before a priest to determin their guilt,
- except for you. You I need not question to find your guilt." The woman glanced
- at the monk and shook her head. "I have no guilt. You are wrong." Brother
- Pride was supprised at this response and outraged by the denial. "How can
- you deny your guilt? You stand before me moments after finding pleasure from
- a whip, your condition an obvious testament." The woman lifted her head and looked at the monk. "What you see is your
- own position from a different view point. Your failiure to understand me,
- and perhaps yourself, is what prevents this recognition." Clamps were still
- attached to her nipples and genitals, causing occasinal waivers in her voice
- as the pain grew. "Outragous!" the monk replied "I am not leading a life
- of sin, you can not tell me we have anything in common." Again the woman shook her head, "Your sin is not my sin, your heaven is
- not my heaven, you misunderstand. I am your couterpart in an equaly valid
- point of view. Just as you are bound to the service and will of someone other
- than yourself and recieve gratification in it, I to am bound to the service and
- will of someone other than myself and recieve gratification in it. We have
- identical directions, but different locations in life." With her last words
- the thrilling pain of the clamps brought her to a climax, her breath quickend
- and fluids freely flowed from between her legs. The monk was transfixed and to his horror his body began to respond in
- kind. Grabing a sword left by a soilder, he struck down the woman, ending
- her life. Guilt washed over Brother Pride, his shaking hands droping the
- sword. Refusing to remember the womans last words, he recited a littiny of
- prayer all the way back to the monastary. "Forgive me, Forgive me..." Brother Pride chanted kneeling before
- his symbols, whiping his bear back. "I shall do only your will, forgive me..."
- A small pice of his mind recognized the parallel of his actions, but he
- pushed it far away, deep under littiny and prayer for forgivness. *** -MaDw!
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