Page 3 of Remorseless Sinner

“REMOVE ALL OBSTACLES OR YOU WILL BE IN VIOLATION OF VERSE 1054.”

Hastily, I yanked out my skirt so the long neck of the Eye could delve past the skirt band and twine around my naked legs, probing where my panties covered the place between my thighs.

I held my breath as the metallic pinchers probed the thin fabric, making sharp little dips and pinching my sensitive skin. I felt sweat break out on my neck as the other clamps pressed my thighs together so there was only one slender probe between my legs, thrusting in little bursts against my panties, but then the gears ground out and a mechanical voice spoke: “DESIGNATION: VIRGIN. YOU MAY ENTER.”

“Bless the arms of the Eye,” I said quickly, then pulled open the big steel doors into the sanctuary.

I had just made it inside when Dr. Meier appeared beside me. He was a tall man in his early 50s with thick white hair and a kindly, tanned face and easy grin.

He had been our family doctor since I was 18, and I would have trusted him with my life.

Until the last few months.

His bright white teeth flashed at me as strong fingers held the tip of my elbow.

“Gracie. Blessed be the Eye. Have you changed your mind?”

“About what?” I asked, stalling for time.

He had done a lot for me. I should remember that. And any man could be tempted. Even an Elder.

“My proposal,” he said.

My hands trembled, as I tried to gently pull my elbow away.

But his grip was firmer than it looked, and I glanced down the hallway where the rest of the Eye-blessed waited for the services to begin, hoping for anyone to come interrupt this awful conversation.

Ever since his horrible proposal to me, I had been in agony lest he mention it again. Was this a punishment for my previous hidden sins?

“No—no, thank you. You are—married,” I hissed at him anxiously. “I cannot be your—mistress.”

My face burned.

Dr. Meier frowned at me.

“It is no shame to satisfy a married man’s sexual desires,” he said sternly. “Especially an Eye-blessed man like myself. I am an Elder, Gracie, and have been your friend and advisor ever since you were 18 years old. It is with the benefit of my years of experience that I am asking you to do this. You are 26 and unmarried. This is an opportunity for you to obey the Eye and to do good.”

“I just--” I began hastily. “I cannot--”

Taking a deep breath, I began again.

“I don’t think our Eye-Father would want me to do this. I am not convinced it is the right thing to do. I am very sorry to disappoint you, but I am not changing my mind on this.”

William’s sweet face flashed into my head. Nowthatwas the kind of man I was hoping to marry. He had never spokenout or made any sign that he was interested, but sometimes. . . sometimes I caught a look from him, a glance, a quick intake of breath. . .

When Dr. Meier made as if to speak again, I interrupted, even though it was improper for a mere Virgin to contradict an Elder.

“I willnotbe your mistress.”

He frowned at me, and then the kind, firm hand slid off my arm and his eyes darkened.

“You are going to regret this, Gracie,” Dr. Meier snapped. “I have given you an opportunity to use your disgusting female holes for good and yet you reject it. I am disappointed in you. I am sure theEyeis disappointed in you. You should have listened to your elders.”

He abruptly turned and left, and I hurried on trembling legs to join my parents in the dark, tight-knit sanctuary.

Hopefully that was the end of the matter.

I greeted them both with a smile, taking their shoes off and beginning to clean them with the hem of my skirt as was traditional for virgins in the service of Nimhe.

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