Heretics

Introduction

At the edge of this galaxy,  in the outer spiral arm there relatively few planets that are earth normal and those that are and occupied are known as rim worlds. There isolation over time, and distance from Imperial control had made rim worlds magnets for groups and cults that wished to make there own societies and one such world is known as Prophet.

First settled many centuries ago it had been turned into every thing the ruling Elders had ever dreamed of, church and state in one; of course that was good if you were an Elder and on the right side of church.

If you weren't , the penalty was server and very final. Two youngsters are just about to find out how server and how final . . .

HERETICS

It was to be the cause of the greatest misfortune of her short life, that when the twenty year old Darby stepped away from the pot; it was left unattended. No one would have ever have thought that something lurked with in the tree line and that by moving toward the gurgling stream that her sister was enjoying, all things would change.

The nineteen year old Jean looked up from the pool as she heard her sister coming along the path way and was grateful that it was Darby’s turn today to get the fire and tent set up. She relaxed and was relaxed as the water massaged her tired shoulders then passed down her body to do the same to calf and thighs.

She heard her sister call out, “Changing.” Jean closed her eyes.

The trail had led the twenty year old Darby to a tiny grove that was filled with soft grass that tapered to the sand and water. Sun light dappled the woodland scene catching the water and leaves in ever an ever changing pattern of colour. It caught her blond hair and made it sparkle as she sat and started to remove her calf boots. They didn't come off easily as they were laced across the top of the foot and then up the calf. As she released the laces she had her knees and ankles pressed together and the hiking dress tucked tightly around her. The Prophet said that female modesty must all ways be maintained. With the boots off she checked the woods and very quickly

stood and removed the calf length skirt, and then came the string of buttons from her neck to her waist that allowed her to remove her shirt. She placed the shirt and dress

neatly on the tree next to her sisters clothes and then entered the shallow rushing water to join her sister.

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At the camp site, a hand appeared over the cooking pot and a vial containing a potion was poured into it.

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The sisters let the water do its work as they now sat companionably side by side in the rapids buffeted by the quick flowing waters. Darby laid back into the swirling water and let it catch her hair,massage her head and neck and fill the front of her heavy shift with air that billowed it away from her chest. It was heaven to be clean again after the hard rise down from the pass and onto the plain; at last the dust was being cleansed from her body and it felt so good.

“Jean, my dear it is as I thought; it is the most wonderful place and I hope you are happy that you came.”

“ Indeed sister it is as you said, a paradise. All ready I have “ lucca morles “ in the pond below us and what is more . . . . .”

Darby grinned at Jean's enthusiasm and was so glad that things had worked out for there Faith Year, that they would do it together. It was all she had ever hoped for and she relaxed in nature and listened to her sister tell her about the days new discovery’s. She raised her head and this caused the water to find the opening of her shift at the back of her neck and strong currents found there way to her chest. The water seemed to grasp her bound breasts and give them a  life of there own as they started to move slightly over her  ribs. As a woman her breasts spent most of there life securely bound in a vest and  held very tight against  the front of the chest and she had never felt such freedom. With a guilty start she remembered her self and the shift but all was fine as the front of the shift still ballooned away from her, hiding the movement of her breasts. All was well and she continued her day dream.

As the senior sister; by ten months thank you, she had assumed a de facto

leadership roll when growing up with her beloved sibling and had been surprised and then overwhelmed when her sister had agreed to spend the Faith Year with her. Jean was the bookworm in the family and although highly skilled in weapons and the martial arts her great passion was the library and books of knowledge that lay within. She had startled her when she had agreed to accompany her to the Plain of Grass and Wind. They were ten days now from there main party and were now relaxed enough to start and enjoy this undreamed of freedom, surrounded by nature and in a very unexplored part of the island.

There planet, Prophet, lay out on the outer spiral arm being one of the planets of the lonely rim worlds . It was a very primitive agricultural word with one exception; medicine and medical technology. In those two fields it was the most advanced in the galaxy bar none. Darby specialised in drug extraction from the local fauna and flora, while her sister researched in identifying that flora and fauna. The Plains of Grass and Wind had received hardly any exploration in this field and the girls had decided to spend there Faith Year in service to the Prophet on the waterways of the plain in research.

One could stay in the stream and let the water wash her body forever but the day was moving on it was soon time to leave the water and move back onto the bank. They carefully checked the area for another presence, finding none Darby choose a nice spot and  knelt. Her sister moved behind her and started to untangle her long hair ready for a brush. She stood in a full wet calico shift and her sister knelt with her

back to her ready to have her hair done.

Jeans legs were splayed open and with her shift tucked under her knees, the shift tented away from her front; she was quite decent to be in the company of another women. Her sister started on the job of untangling her hair. Both girls were silent and lost in the peace and the silence of the glen and brook. They had enjoyed the hair combing ritual for many years now ,enjoying the calmness it bought to the centre of there being. As usual, all to soon it was over and the two girls moved off to the edges of the glade and were soon out of sight of each other. It was time to change.

Jean pulled her shift over her head to reveal her standing  in a full wet calico drawers that was laced at the waist and where the legs of the drawers continued to

just below her knees, held tight by yet more laces. The area over the pubic mound and between the legs was heavily padded. A sleeved vest, again in calico was worn on the upper torso. It was a standard issue of under wear from the church with long sleeves

to below the elbow, a circular collar at the base of the neck where the material fell away to the top of the drawers. Laces criss crossed the front and when adjusted and tightened the breasts were pulled back hard and flattened into the chest. The garment was held tight to the shape of the body. They were most concealing of a women's charms in the chest area.

“ I see no one, we are alone,” said Jean.

“ I see no one, we are alone; we may change,” said Darby giving the ritual response; with that both sisters closed there eyes as they were to change in the near presence of another women and this was the will of the Prophet. It took quite a long time to get out of and then into new dry under garments as there were so many laces. Then of course the boots had to be put on there feet and laced.

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“ Sister, I feel so alive with the sun on me,” Jean called across the glade “please; my dear, I know it is wrong but lets not dress for the rest of the day and enjoy the woods and freedom.”

Darby wasn't exactly shocked because she had been thinking the same thing but felt for form that she should disagree.

“ Sister, Elder Simon and the Prophet both say the temple of the female body is to be hidden from the eyes of the church and its people.”

“ Yes, but there is no one here but us and …. I...,” she stammered into silence. “ I  think you are right though Sister. Let's be naughty,” she grinned. Her sister

giggled, the watching eyes took note, and waited.

The sisters seated them selves, after returning to there camp,  on a log and let the sun light play across the small area of exposed flesh that was quite unaccustomed to the light of day. They loved it.

“ We shall share the book,” said Darby and moved to the pack to retrieve it. Wrapped in silk she held it to her sister and she kissed it and then she did the same. She and her sister shared the reading from the first book of Asholam. They finished and knelt and prayed, a short meditation and the girls replaced the precious book and retrieved two bowls and spoons from there pack.

It was time to eat the delicious smelling broth bubbling on the fire.

If only they hadn't eaten the delicious broth bubbling on the fire; it might have turned out differently.

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Church Provost Martina had a hell of a job for a twenty year old. She had to arrest and do first process on her two best friends. The Elders had chosen her for Provost and that meant the Prophet. She had all ways done her duty and she would do it now, there was no question of not doing her duty; but this would be a hard duty.

She had found the sisters camp last night and had been observing ever since, and was now seated on a log behind a small rise, totally concealed from the girls camp. The careful removal of a few branches gave her an uninterrupted view of the camp and fire the girls were sitting around. It was time and she now rose. The uniform of a Church Provost was black and severe to say the least. The long blond hair was braided and fell half down her back, with a silver ribbon tying the top of the braid at

the nape of her neck. Her face had the classic beauty of the females of her race, a pert nose over a small mouth. The lips drew ones eyes to the face, they being full and red.

The neck was fully hidden by a laced collar at the top of a white shirt that fell to the waist and wrists, this in turn was hidden by a black vest that covered the chest and stomach. She too being a Breeder it was a very full vest at the chest. Eyes were drawn to the symbol of the office of Provost that had been delicately woven into the leather of the black vest. This was a crown in delicate gold thread, surrounded then by a

circle of silver thread and was most striking and sewn over the right breast of the wearer. A full skirt again in black was tightly cinched at the waist and then fell in folds to delicate ankles, these in turn were enclosed in a soft leather thigh boot. A thick belt set off the uniform; from this hung a holstered revolver and a short riding sword. She was expert and highly skilled in the use of these weapons; but now it was time.

She moved out of the trees where she had been well hidden and moved towards the fire. Her friends were asleep so that meant the potion had done it's job. She was embarrassed to see her two friends naked; to her the drawers and the vest were nothing, some thing never seen on a proper women of the faith in an open area like the woods. The pious women were all ways covered by extra layers of clothing in such an open area.

The girls had passed out rather quickly and Darby had simply slipped off the log onto her back while Jean had collapsed sideways onto her sisters belly. There was not much time as they would come too in ten minutes so Martina moved quickly and dragged the first one, by the ankles over to the tree she had scouted earlier. This scoped a load of twigs and grass into the legs and back of the vest. She placed an ankle each side of the trunk, then turned and dragged the other sister over, placing the ankles in the same position. She removed chains from her belt and passed one over

the trees fork, the other around the base of the tree trunk. She knelt and started to remove the boot laces from around the calves of the girls legs as this would allow the top part of the boot to be pulled away to allow the steel circlet of the ankle cuff clear unrestricted access to the ankle. Darby s left ankle was locked first and then lifted about a foot and a half to have the other cuff reach Jeans right ankle. The ankles were now suspended about six inches off the ground. The two remaining ankles were then chained; but with the chain behind the tree. The sisters were secured and going no where.

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Darby started to awake but her head was pounding. She moved her hands to her temples to massage them. What was wrong; what happened. She groaned and that woke her sister. Her sister snapped awake when Darby started screaming but that was to much for her head and she passed out again.

Darby knew she was in big trouble when she came too again; her eyes now had focussed enough to see a uniformed Provost over her. The uniform registered in her brain, the face behind the uniform did not. She was naked in front of a Provost. Her

hands darted to her vest and drawers to shield her self from the piercing eyes looking down on her and her sister.

“ I … I .. cant  ,” she stuttered .

“ Silence.” The Provost had spoken. She was silent.

She tried to move into a sitting position but had forgotten about  the chains, she couldn't help it and a great wail burst from her lungs. This again pierced her sisters brain and she snapped awake, totally disorientated; and when discovering her chained ankles, she groaned and passed out for the second time.

Darby's mind was reeling as she clutched her self and tried to shield her breasts and crouch. She still hadn't noticed the face behind the uniform yet.

“You are Darby; First Daughter,Virgin and Breeder of The Fifth Family. Speak!” “Y..Y..Yeeess,” she groaned.

“ That is your sister Jean; Second Daughter,Virgin and Breeder of the Fifth Family. Speak ! ”

“Ye... yeess ,” she managed to get out.

“ You and your sister are under arrest; in the name of Elder Simon; the charge is

Heresy.”

It was to much;she passed out and joined her sister in oblivion; it was so much more peaceful there.

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The sisters were awake and balling there eyes out. The hugged each other,rocking back and forward; there world shattered. The Provost was no where to be seen. The after effects of the drug were now focused in there bowels and bladders. They needed to go, but how? They were chained and didn't think for a minute of pulling there drawers down in such an open area; not with a Provost around. The problem solved

its self when Jean quite naturally could no longer hold her self in and let go her bowels and bladder to lessen the intense pain of trying to stop the impossible. The potion had this side effect. Her sister,overwhelmed by the stench followed the example and too voided herself..

They wailed.

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Martina knew about the after effect of the potion and had gone back down the trail to her horses and pack mules. She moved back closer to the girls and found a nice glade for her camp. Up wind. She proceeded to make up her camp and fire.

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The girls lay in there filth and sobbed brokenly .

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As evening came Martina moved across to the creek and stripped to her vest and drawers and bathed. She found the late afternoon sun pleasing and lingered over her hair. It was ordained by the Prophet that over clothes need not be worn during washing, as long as one was in the washing area of course. She carefully checked the area with her eyes and then quickly unlaced the vest. The laces on the drawers were next and it was for just a moment as she dried her self that she was completely nude. She didn't like being nude and hurried back into fresh under garments and then her uniform dress.

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The girls lay in there filth and cried, great heart wrenching sobs sounded there agony.

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Martina cooked her self dinner, changed into a sleeping gown and went to her tent for the night. She heard the girls lying in there filth, heart breaking sobs coming from the very depth of there being, because they knew what tomorrow would bring. Tomorrow would strip the girls of there position in a hierarchy of religious and social position in the life of the people who called this planet home. At he end of the day they would be another saleable item and just like any cow, pig or chicken; there status changed from the pinnacle of society to the absolute bottom. There was nothing

below Heretic Breeder.

What her duty would call her to do tomorrow she would not wish on any girl. She was a kind and loving girl herself and the thought of the pain she would inflict on her two friends tomorrow bought revulsion to the front of her mind, but this she quickly dismissed as an unworthy thought for one who had been chosen for training as a Provost and as such a Defender of the Church. As spoke the Prophet, the path is not always clear. Praise the Prophet she thought.

Fresh sobs rose from the place where the girls were confined and she well knew the cause of it. There chained ankles,especially the one that was suspended would be hurting now after being held in such an awkward elevated position and that didn't even consider the mess they would have made of themselves from there involuntary

voiding; yet that was what it was all about, they were no longer free and being forced to spend an uncomfortable night in there own filth started them on the road to there complete humiliation. At the end of first process there minds would be completely broken and would find acceptance of there new status; that of Heretic.

When she finally slept, it was not at all a peaceful night.

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