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Their mouths met in a union of passion, two tongues swirling over each other in a dance of forbidden love. His strong hands ran through her long, tawny hair, pulling the clips out of her bun and letting it hang free and wild over her shoulders.

Her fingers held his shoulders, spread across the strong muscles grown from a life of tough manual work. He was so handsome and despite his rugged face he still looked boyish and young. His eyes were shut now, but they were so beautiful. Soft hazel, that didn't have a look of contempt for all women, like all the other men in their small village possessed. He was so warm and caring. So special. So perfect.

This was what she wanted. Not to be paired with a man of The Father's choice, not to have her life and future chosen by the Theocracy. She wanted her freedom, her happiness and right now she wanted sex. "Are you sure about this." He managed to whisper to her, between the frantic kisses. Her hands rolled down his shirtless chest, broad and tanned. They traced across his warm, firm muscles before settling on the waist of his trousers. "Definitely." She whispered, tugging them down to and moving her fingers to the band of his underpants "I've never been surer about anything." She pressed her lips against his again, hiking a leg to slide up his thigh as her hands played over the fabric. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her hands met his crotch, feeling the hard bulge hiding inside. Ecstasy seemed to flow from it, buzzing through her it like an electric current, making her heart beat faster and her sex tingle with anticipation. Wild and passionate, she yanked down the material blocking her lover, her fingers curling around the hard member that sprung free into her grip.

A soft moan escaped him as she rolled her hand up and down his shaft, stroking him slowly and carefully. He leaned closer to her and began to knead softly at her chest, thumbs struggling to pull apart her blouse. Her breasts were young and full, and her hard nipples strained against the thin fabric. The buttons finally came apart and her boobs heaved out, round and plump. He nestled his lips between them, his free hands now sliding down her skirt, hiking it up to get to the pleasures beneath. Her eyes fluttered shut as he found her, rubbing his fingers across the cotton of her underwear, and she cried out softly, muffling herself into his shoulder.

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Prosperity hurried through the big oak doors, holding her dress up as to walk faster without tripping - running was not permitted for women. It was not The Lords will. She stood at the door to The Father's study, composing herself before rapping on the smooth wood. There was no answer. As was custom, she bowed to gaze at the floor, and pushed the door open slightly. "Oh, Father! I have the direst of news!" She said, her high voice the picture of innocence. There was still no reply. After a moment of silence she stole a glance up and saw his armchair and desk empty. "Father?" She questioned, slightly louder this time but hopefully not loud enough to anger him. It made her jump when she heard his voice very close behind her. "Hello, hello, what's all this shouting? We'll have no trouble here!" He said, steely gaze blazing down at the young girl at his standing in his door. Prosperity bowed, her frilly green dress spreading out around her. "Father, I have such terrible news. Grace is sinning!" The Fathers face softened at the words, bending down to look her in the eyes. "Sinning? And you have seen this with your very eyes?" He demanded. "Yes Father, at this very moment - in the yard-shed. I saw her with a farm boy. Servitude." She stammered. Prosperity was trembling, not from fear but excitement. She had finally caught a sinner! God will reward! "Very well. Prosperity, you have done well to come straight to me."The Father said, pushing her aside gently to get in to his study. "Now, go around to the other families and tell them that an assembly has been called. Everyone is required." He took his black hat from the coat stand and a long jacket, draping it over his holy attire. "Yes Father." She said, bowing again before hurrying to her task.

The Father sighed to himself. His mouth contorted into an evil sneer, his almost pointed teeth bared in a terrible smile. Would the heathens ever stop?

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Grace let out a moan, startlingly loud. His hard cock pressed against her bare sex, the head running over her plump, juicy lips. "Enter me," She begged, arms wrapped tight around him as she leaned "Make me yours!" "I love you." Was all he could manage, pressing the tip into her slit. Her eyes fluttered as she felt him, hanging on the verge of that sacred penetration, one push away from being inside, making himself one with her. Her long skirt was spread out like the petals of a flower, giving his grinding hips unrestricted access to her naked lower half. Above the skirt were her exposed breasts, heaving with each fast, shallow breath as his hands covered both of them. He drew back his hips as she pulled him forward, wanting nothing more than to plunge them both into ecstasy.

The door slammed open and Servitude was dragged backwards, his trousers catching his ankles and making him stumble as he was pulled from the shed. Grace could hear men outside, dragging him away. Torchlight flooded the shed, and in the doorway was The Father, his sharp sneer lit by the burning wood in his hand. She shrank away, but he grabbed her hair and hauled her out too. It was just beginning to rain, the cold drops spitting down on to her skin. No warmth was given to her by the torch fire, and she began to shiver missing the warmth of Servitude's embrace. Someone gave her a rough shove, sending her to her knees.

Her cheeks burned, embarrassed at her nakedness, cold and filthy in front of the mob of men that had surrounded the shed. They lit it, flames licking across the old wood, intending to burn away the afflicted building and destroy the sins that had taken place inside. Servitude was nowhere to be seen, but there were drag marks in the soft loam, leading away into the night. All she could do was sob, looking up at The Father, who stood proud and stoic at their catch.

"Please." She whispered. A cloth was clasped across her face from behind, covering her mouth and nose. She struggled against it, squirming and kicking, but it was no use. A strange smell flooded her nose, intoxicating and oily. Everything went hazy as her vision began to blur, darkness closing in on her. Her focus turned to the torch, a faint light in a swirling black sea, until even that was extinguished.

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Grace opened her eyes. Her mind felt numb as it struggled to clear from its slumber, and her body was wracked with pins and needles. Servitude! She tried to move but was locked in place, tied to some kind of wooden apparatus that clamped around her wrists. A rope was tied around her neck, keeping her facing wall in front of her. The rope-stocks - She was in the assembly hall. "And the Lord has awoken her!" The Father boomed, his voice loud and commanding like it was at every sermon. "She is ready for her divine punishment, to help us all learn to avoid sin and temptation."

He stepped into view as he paced across the stage, his shined shoes clicking on the wood. From a table he selected a long black riding crop, twirling it in his fingers. He slowly walked back again, almost gliding over to Grace. She heard it whistling through the air as he swung it, smacking her bare ass. She yelped at the surprise contact, a stinging pain on her cheek. She could feel the warm telltale swelling of a bruise manifesting under her skin.

Her skirt had been removed and she was completely naked, her bare body exposed for all to see. Craning her neck backwards as far as she could, she saw that the whole village was assembled in their Holy Clothes, sitting in the pews with their hands on their laps and eyes fixed on The Father. The discomfort made her return her head forward before her neck cramped.

The Father, agitated by her lack of attention towards him, hit the leather crop on her ass as hard as he could, again and again. She yelped like a wounded puppy each time, tears welling in her eyes. He wanted to see her pain, to see the fear in her eyes as she gave her penance for her sin. He threw the crop back on the table and returned with a short whip.

She struggled and pulled against the ropes and wood but they had been secured very tight. The whip cracked, before streaking across her soft, white skin leaving a long red mark, not hard enough to draw blood but very painful. She yelled out in pain, wincing at the blow.

"The only way to cure and addict," He howled to the crowd, bringing the whip down again. "Is to give them what they want." It struck like lighting, crackling across her tender flesh.

The door to the barn flew open, the sound of the storm came roaring through, the crash of thunder backed by the beating rain thudding into the ground. Sarah turned her head in shock, straining again to see who was entering. Two of the stable hands walked in, their clothes soaking wet. They were leading the biggest horse she'd ever seen, droplets clinging to his glossy coat. Penance. He was their biggest stallion in the village farm, and biggest in every way. A set of balls the size of grapefruit dangled low between his legs, straddling a thick, leathery sheath. People used to say he was a 'war-horse', bred to be ridden into battle. He was now a stud horse.

"And to show them that what they are craving is not what they want. That it is not worth the pain of their punishment. Their pain is their taste of hell!" Again the whip came down. "You want sex, Whore?" He shouted at Grace "Here is all the sin you desire!"

A massive cock hung from Penance's loins, its long black shaft glistening in the flickering firelight. She had seen it buried in many mares when she'd visited the farm, and even they found it uncomfortable to bear him. There was nothing from stop that big black horse cock from stuffing her now, taking her in front of the entire village. Over a foot and a half long, perhaps even two feet, the cock dripped pre on the ground in a steady stream as the stallion pranced towards her. Even the look on the animals face told her that he was looking forward to this.

Her strength returned to her as her hazy mind finally caught up with the events unfolding. Her young, precious body was going to be violated by this stallion, brutally raped and used as a toy for this stud horse. Its cock was to be her holy punishment. Grace began to shriek uncontrollably, hyperventilating as the horse was led over her, its hoof beats crashing as if it had brought the thunder in with it. It reared up, rigid cock slapping across its broad underbelly, before mounting her. A set of hooves the size of dinner-plates came down either side of her head, thudding onto the wooden beam in front of her .

She struggled, trying to weave herself away from attack, clasping her legs together and screaming all the time. The Father brought the riding crop back, whipping her breasts as they hung underneath her. She squealed even louder but stopped her futile struggle. The stable hands grabbed her by the ankles, pulling them apart and looping a rope around each of them. They were tied to loops on the stage floor, spreading her legs apart. Her lips opened as her thighs were parted, unfurling her flower.

"Slut!" The Father roared, the mob joining in with the deafening shout. Men, women and children rose from their seats, pointing at the naked ass that was bent towards them and all chanting;

"Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut!"

The feeling of utmost dread and fear filled her as that behemoth cock dropped down on to her back, running backwards down her spine and leaving a trail of sticky precum across her skin.

With help from the stable hands, it was dropped between her legs, flicking up to smack against her mound and ram against her pussy. Penance whinnied at the excitement of feeling her folds on his flesh, still wet from her excitement in the shed. He reared back, his cockhead flying up and landing square against her tight, virgin hole, before spearing forwards. It jammed into the entrance to her body, Grace whimpering as she felt him press firmly against her, struggling to make progress against the tight walls pushing him back. More pre dribbled from the head, spilling into the lips of her slit.

With a mighty push, he entered her virgin tunnel, the thick girth of his fist-like head stretching her inside like mince being packed into a sausage-skin. Grace's scream echoed around the hall, everyone falling silent to watch the brutal spectacle before them. Her cherry was obliterated with a single blow, the thin skin standing no chance against his forceful entry. Still the giants beast pushed further, banging his hooves on the wooden support as he began ramming his length into her. He didn't hesitate one bit, boring through her body like a fleshy drill. Only half full and she felt like she could physically take no more, her tight passage filled to the brim with his the stallions cock. Still, he sought to impale her, reaming forwards and thrusting wildly, expecting to find more to his mare's fuck-tunnel. The giant member dragged back and forth inside her, long sharp thrusts taking her to breaking point, the spurts of pre being the only thing stopping a tear .

He was merciless. She was splayed taut around his thick, equine length, being used like a sleeve to his bestial whims. More than once she was sure she felt herself splitting as he defiled her body, feet leaving the ground as she was slammed forward. The stocks and stage groaned and creaked with his weight as he stabbed his hips forwards and back, attacking her defenceless cunt with his massive weapon. Each deep push prompted more yelling, more desperate whimpering from Grace's drooling mouth, tears streaming down her face as she writhed against her bonds. Her mound was soaked, each slam of the cock forcing more juices to bubble out of her hole, matting her bale of downy pubes and running trails down her shapely legs. A puddle soon formed on the stage below, a glossy mix of animal and woman.

Her thoughts drifted of Servitude and what horrors must have awaited him. She remembered how he was going to take her; His manhood ready to slide so neatly inside her, to connect like a jigsaw and complete her in their loving embrace. Now here she was, a piece far too big being hammered into place, tearing the edges and fraying so that the right fit would never be made again. She did not cry for herself anymore, despite the pain of her raw insides, but for Servitude. For them.

As the tears were welling in her eyes, something was swelling in Penance. His already huge cock flared within her. It drove deeper than ever, butting her cervix and putting her to the limit of bursting, the internal stitching that kept her body together almost being forced apart as he hilted in her cunt. All noble sentiment of love and sex was lost as she screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound hoarse and feral. Her eyes were shunted forced wide open with shock, and she dribbled to herself crazily as a thick jet equine cum flooded her body. Penance snorted, breath steaming from his nose and he gave another massive push, battering against the barrier to her womb as it unleashed torrent after torrent of thick, gooey semen, bringing the storm that raged outside and forcing it into her tiny cavity. It had nowhere to go; her body sealed shut by the giant animal cock that was brutally breeding her, but still more pumped from the massive horse.

She could the pressure building with each throb that resonated through the limb-sized cock, her body distending as the seed flowed into every crevasse. This time she did burst, a splintering pain in her cervix as the rush of hot, watery cum found the path of least resistance, flowing into her womb like a frothing tsunami wave. Her fists clenched hard enough to draw droplets of blood in her palms as she was truly bred. It felt as if someone was pouring fresh tea inside her, the heat unbearable on her sore, sensitive body.

With a loud squelch Penance slowly withdrew his endless cock, her tunnel collapsing in on itself as he left her, his tool turning softer. Cum splashed out of her hole, running down her skin and dropping onto the stage in thick globs. She collapsed, hanging limp in her bonds.

She was so faint; the only thing keeping her conscious was the pain from her bruised ass cheeks and battered slit. Her body hung limp in its binds and behind her she could hear the hazy chant of 'Slut' beginning to rise again. The Father stepped back on to the stage, taking his place next to the table. He picked something up and began towards her. She closed her eyes, Servitude's face taking center in her thoughts.

All she hoped was that The Lord would forgive.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Just a short story I blasted out a lot quicker than I thought I would.

I know questions have been left unanswered - Where is Servitude? What did The Father take from the table? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!?

If you'd like to see me add more, feel free to PM me or leave a comment.

~Cyber