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But there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it. Sev was led to the post they had set up in the center of the stage and his hands were manacled over his head—an act which required one of the Elders to stand on his chair in order to reach the tall warrior’s wrists.
Sev glared at them all as he was chained.
“I’m letting you do this but if you touch my wife while I’m chained up, I’ll rip these fucking manacles off this fucking pole and beat all your heads in with them!” he growled.
Mia thought the Elder chaining him paused for a moment but then the one with the deep voice said,
“I have told you, your wife will not be touched. She will simply watch asyouare punished forhersins.”
Another surge of guilt stabbed Mia in the guts. Her fault—this was allher fault.She shouldn’t have tried to hide her overfull breasts from Sev—shouldn’t have tried to take care of the problem herself. She should have submitted to the milking at once instead of trying to put it off. And now Sev had to pay the price for her cowardice and lies.
It should be me,she thought as she watched the first Elder come up behind Sev, brandishing the heavy wooden cane. It looked more like a club to Mia—something that was meant to break bones as well as skin. The sight of it tightened her stomach and made her blood run cold.
“Let the Punishment commence!” the deep-voiced Elder called. “And let no man withhold his blow—this sin must never be forgotten!”
The Elder holding the cane drew back and hit Sev as hard as he could. Mia heard a muffled grunt from her partner and a wound opened on his broad, bare back. Though his skin was dark red, she could still see the blood trickling down.
“Very good,” the Elder with the deep voice called. “Who’s next?”
Another hooded figure stepped up and another blow fell…and then another andanother. The beating was brutal—it would have broken a lesser man. But Sev stood strong, his head bowed stoically as he absorbed each blow. The only signs Mia could see that he was in any pain at all were those muffled grunts and the fact that his big hands had clenched into fists near the top of the post.
She wished she could look away—she knew Sev hadn’t wanted her to watch. But it didn’t seem fair—he was taking this beating for her, taking her pain and sin on himself. The least she could do was witness the punishment he was taking for her and his act of self-sacrifice.
I don’t deserve this—I don’t deservehim,she thought as the cane rose and fell…rose and fell.I’m nothing but a dirty, sinful girl who’s broken and stained inside. I don’t deserve a man like Sev. He ought to find someone else—someone who isn’t so fucked up. He—
And then a new voice broke through the auditorium.
“Why, whatever can be happening in here?” it demanded. “How is it that you’re having a punishment and your Prophet has not been invited?”
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Sev opened his eyes, which had been squeezed shut as he did his best to absorb the brutal blows. He didn’t think anything was broken, but he was definitely going to have some bruises and possibly some scars when this fucking punishment was over.
His back stung like fire but he was glad he had taken the beating. The thought of Mia being subjected to this pain and humiliation was too awful to bear—and it would have been more than he could stand if he’d had to watch it. The Rage would have overtaken him for sure if he saw the woman he loved being caned and he probably would have gotten them both killed. No—it was far better to let himself be beaten than to have to watch it happen to Mia, he thought.
The new voice in the antechamber surprised him and he twisted his head around to see The Prophet, wearing his gold-trimmed white robe and a gleaming smile, striding down the aisle towards them. He also had the glowing jewel around his neck, Sev saw—it glimmered and sparkled and seemed to defy any attempt to look directly at it.
“Who are these fine people?” he asked, as though he was meeting Sev and Mia at a fucking company picnic instead of walking in on a brutal caning. “They must be new recruits!”
“Yes they are, my Prophet, but I am afraid they are having difficulties following our ways.” The deep-voiced Elder spoke respectfully and all of them bowed deeply to The Prophet as he mounted the stage.
“Well, there are always going to be a few hiccups along the road to perfection,” The Prophet said easily. “Are they a married pair? A husband and wife?” he asked, looking back and forth between Sev and Mia, who was standing at the end of the stage with wide eyes.
“Yes, they are my Prophet.” The deep-voiced Elder cleared his throat. “This is Brother Severith and Sister Mia,” he added, introducing them with odd formality, given the circumstances.
“You’ll forgive me for not offering my arm for a warrior’s clasp,” Sev growled dryly, still twisting his head around to see The Prophet. “I’m a little tied up right now—or should I saymanacled.”
“So I see. Elders, release this man at once!” The Prophet snapped his fingers and two of the robed and hooded Elders hastened to obey.
“But my Prophet, the woman of the pair was caught red handed in the middle of Orgasm Theft!” the deep-voiced Elder exclaimed. “This punishment was richly deserved!”
“I’m certain it was and I’d like to have that footage sent to my private quarters at once,” The Prophet said. “But for now, I’d like to get to know our new friends better and offer them a Binding Ceremony. After all, how can they follow our ways until they are properly Bound together?”
“A Binding Ceremony!” The deep-voiced Elder sounded aghast. “But my Prophet, they have not earned that yet! We have been watching them day and night—they aren’t evencloseto being worthy.”
“Worthy or not, I want them both in my Inner Chambers now.” The Prophet spoke firmly and the Elders jumped to obey.
