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Guilty

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 26 Aug 2006 2 comments
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She hung her head when they sentenced her. The long tresses of her hair falling over the torn bodice of her dress. Her face was grubby and stained, for the inquisition had been long and tortuous. Now, now that she had admitted she was not as other people were; a devient from the norm, she had to accept the tribunals punishment.She passed that night in a turmoil of terror and dread. Tomorrow, the whole village would see her. They would see what this abomination her parents had been hiding for eighteen long years looked like. Even the sentencing judge had looked appalled as he read from the holy book the definition of acceptable humanity.They came for her at sunrise and dragged her into the village square, chaining her to the whipping post.The villagers moaned as the guards took her dress and ripped it from her body. She cringed. Ashamed at what she was.A gasp of repugnance swept through the crowd. The Inquisitor stood, resplendent in his official robes and read from the Book."Cursed is she who is not made in His image" (The guard shook out the length of the cruel leather stock whip in front of her) For each 'deviance' she knew she would receive one lash of that terrible whip.The crowd stirred, eager to play their part in the punishment.The pause seemed to last forever."How shall the skin be formed?" the inquisitor roared."The skin shall be grey. Leathery in form and wrinkled." howled the crowdRachel looked down at the clear fresh tone of her pink skin, smooth and creamy to the eye.THe whip landed across her back drawing the first wheal of red."How shall the head be formed?""The head shall be bald, without hair and the ears shall be long. Even unto the shoulders" cried the ecstatic crowd.Three more lashes cut into her. Even as they struck, the thought formed in her mind that as she was condemned, she might as well show them the true nature of her form. She shifted slightly against the post, spreading her legs and pressing her mound against it.With each subsequent lash of the whip her clit throbbed."How shall the spine be formed?""The spine shall be crooked and bent."The whips sting had ceased to impart pain. Now, each lash drove her higher into excitment and the reason she had been discovered in the first place was soon to be for all to see. It was, of course, the ultimate forbidden law. "The act of coupling shall be without joy." Yet she hadnt been able to resist the urgings of her body. From the age of 13 her hands had found that secret swelling between her legs that gave so much joy when she touched it. It was her moans of pleasure, heard one fateful night by the sentinels, that had brought her out into the open.It wasnt her fault of course. She didnt ask to be born a deviant. She didnt ask for the long blonde hair, the pert swelling breasts, the flattened belly and the moist lips below.Rachel turned herslef from the post so her body was exposed to all.Her legs spread, she waited for the last lash that would end her torment and release her into the comforting carress of orgasm. The crowd moaned as they looked upon her. The final sting of the lash catching both nipples and causing them to bleed forced Rachel to arch her back as the orgasm ripped through her. From between her spread thighs a clear fluid arced from her vagina as she spurted her orgasm onto the village square.The villagers turned from her with a misture of pity and disgust. They shuffled back to their houses fearful that this thing, this abomination would happen again.Several of the women ran a hand over their swollen bellys praying that they would not bring another such being into the world.