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   The Innocents Part two

   story codes: Fm bond inc

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   "What a dreadful place."

   Talani looked about the parking lot.  There were so many things she
didn't like here, and she was there only for a few hours.

   Her seventeen-year old Taulan looked thoughtfully at the running TV
programme.

   "So much religion", he said, "And gloomy to that."

   Talani looked at the screen and nodded.

   "I wonder what would be their reaction if they looked at our television.
Remember how last evening they transmitted the rescue of the Darksiders'
captives?"

   The tensions between the Priesthood and the Darksiders were growing
recently on Kamadora.  The latter didn't hesitate to kidnap the mayor of
Talni; they kept her naked for days on end and made her endure their erotic
tortures.  Her rescue, complete with the pictures showing her naked in
Darksiders bondage, was the centerpiece of yesterday's evening news.

   "Why are we here?", he asked.

   Talani would not come to California if not for a vision.  Being a member
of Priesthood she worshipped Kamadora each evening, by stripping before the
idol and whipping herself all over her nude body with a special whip that
caused sharp pain, but left no marks.  She would always do it behind locked
doors, but made sure her son heard every lash; that he knew his beautiful
mother is there, locked naked in their shrine, enduring a mixture of pain
and religious and erotic ecstasy.

   Sometimes the Goddess spoke to her; it was usually in the instances of
the deepest frenzy of pain and pleasure.

   "Sometimes people are called from beyond the Island, as the conflict
threatens to spill to the world outside.", she said.

   "Most people would be shocked if they saw how it is to live beneath the
rule of our Goddess.  To live without the barriers their societies impose
on them.  But some of them have this spark of sensuality that attracts
Kamadora; they are the potential converts."

   She paused.

   "For us, or for the Darksiders."

   She took a bottle of wine and opened it, very slowly.  She stood against
the window so that Taulan could admire her slender form; she knew he liked
it, and she liked the way he looked at her.

   They didn't arrive to America in a conventional manner; rather, Talani
used her priestly powers to open a portal from their home in Talni straight
to the town they were now in.  Nobody saw them arrive, but as they made
their way through the town everyone marvelled at their beauty; where were
they from?  It was clear from their body language that they were very
intimate with each other, and every teenage boy who dreamed of sharing bed
with his beautiful mom was secretly envious.  Taulan was handsome, tall,
well-built, every girls dream; and Talani was beautiful for her age: tall,
slender, with a shapely bust that attracted attention of every man who laid
his eyes on her.  Nobody even dared to think they might be mother and son;
not with them behaving the way they did.  But to the couple the locals all
seemed so innocent.  Things were happening in Kamadora's domain that they
would find shocking; not only were Talani and her son lovers, but they also
faced perils that most locals would find incredibly exotic.  The worst of
all happened a month ago, when they fell captive to a Darksider witch by
the name of Venelai Satra.  As was the merciless custom, they were stripped
of their clothing and bound in her secret temple, there to be whipped on
their naked bodies.  They have managed to escape, as a mantra Talani
uttered before entering the temple alerted the rest of the Priesthood to
the location of the witches hideout, but the peril they have been through
only enlivened their lovemaking for the weeks to come.

   "Two such people live here, in this town.  But, as I was shown, a menace
is hanging over them.  Guess her name, I dare you."

   She turned to face her son with a naughty smile.  Taulan knew this
smile; she had it on when something particularity dirty was on her mind. 
Each time he saw it he could not help but feel excited; it meant things
were going to become very interesting.

   "If you fail to guess, you will have to strip for me."

   Taulan felt an erection growing in his pants.

   "And if I guess right?"

   "Then I will have to strip for you."

   Taulan thought back to the night of their nude captivity in the hands of
the Darksider.  What was her name?

   "Venelai Satra?", he guessed.

   "Damn.", Talani swore under her breath.

   She put the glass of wine down.  Slowly, she took her t-shirt.  Beneath
she was wearing a black, strapless bra.

   She threw the discarded article of clothing to her son.  This too was a
part of the ancient custom; whoever forfeited his clothing in a game of
chance had to give it to the winner.

   Talani took of her sandals and kicked them towards the bed on which her
son was sitting.  She wore no socks and stood barefoot on the wooden floor.
In the next moment, Taulan was holding his mother's short skirt.

   She paused the stripping, standing there in just her underwear, her
breasts rising and falling with every and each her excited breath.  Then
she forfeited her bra, and her black panties, and stood before her son,
utterly nude and defeated.  She tried to cover her nudity with her arms,
not out of shyness, but to incite even stronger lust in Taulan.  Now she
had to do everything he wanted to get her clothes back.

   The other traditional option was to strip the winner.  Taulan thought,
knowing his mother, she'd rather try this one.

   "Walk to the window", he said.

   She hesitated.

   "Walk to the window and open it."

   She made a few steps towards the window, then froze.  She turned towards
the bed and started towards her son.

   "No!", cried Taulan, but he didn't really want to resist.  Talani pinned
him to the bed with her nude body, and started tearing at his clothes,
revealing him of his t-shirt, shorts, socks and the underpants.

   Once he was naked she pressed his body close to her.  They kissed.

   *

   Joanne was nervous.  She hated this feeling - it was THE feeling when
something bad was about to happen.  But it was just a tea with the
neighbor, so what could go bad?  Of course, Joanne thought, it might be
like in those stories where innocent people were lured and tormented by
madmen.  But there was also, she realized, something else.

   She stopped in the process of doing her makeup and tried to listen to
it. It was both a menace and a promise; it was a dark yet alluring vision
of...

   She saw herself and Andrew being forcibly stripped of their clothing, of
them being naked and helpless at the mercy of someone incredibly cruel.  As
dark as the vision was, it was also exciting; Joanne knew it was bad, but
she could not stop it.  She slipped her hand under her t-shirt and began to
masturbate, and as she did, the vision grew even more vivid and exciting.

   "Mom?"

   It was Andrew.

   No, she thought, just no.  It was not right.  It was, in fact, plain
wrong, and she should be now on her way to church, praying for the release
from those terrible, lecherous thoughts.  Or better yet, she should do
penance.

   Yes, she should strip all her clothes in humility and whip herself all
over her nude...

   NO.

   "Just a minute, darling", Joanne's voice was trembling.

   *