Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 16:03:33 +0000
From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mystic Sinners Guild Chapter 2

Mystical Sinners Guild

Chapter 2	Sins and Reparations


At just before seven, Richard's car drew up at the remote mansion, just as
darkness was falling.  He parked up, and walked nervously to the grand front
door.  On the door was a notice.
'Initiation - 7pm.  Seniors and Stalwarts to the Central Robing Room.
Initiate - please enter and go in the first room on the right.'  He entered
the building, walked in to the room, and groped around in the dimly lit
passage, until he found the light switch.  As he turned it on, the door
swung closed.  He whirled round and looked at it, and saw a notice pinned to
it.

"Initiate," it read, "The first phase of the ritual is your Punishment.  Be
a true Sinner, and give cause for the Lord of the Body to Punish you."

Richard looked around the room.  The walls were painted in plain white, with
four large squares painted in black on one of them.  In bold letters
elsewhere on the wall, were two slogans: 'Paint no filth in the boxes'  and
'Pure is he who is pure of word'  There was no furniture save for a small
wooden table in the middle of the room.  On it was a small tin of red paint,
and a narrow paint brush, about half a centimetre in width.  Richard had a
feeling he knew what was expected.  He picked up the paint and brush, and
walked over to the wall.

He was about to paint some obscene words in one of the boxes, when he
noticed there was some very small writing in the bottom of each box.  The
first said 'What is Senior Hand Peter's most ugly Body feature?'
Richard took a deep breath and dipped the brush into the paint.  He hoped he
had got the right idea as he painted: 'His great big hairy arse.'

He moved on to the second box.  'What Body part makes it difficult to get
really close to the Maiden Mary?'
Richard painted 'Her fucking great tits.'

The third box read 'What are Hand David's smallest Body features?' to which
Richard responded in paint 'His tiny prick and wizened balls.'

Finally, he moved to the last box which read 'Which part of Maiden Monica's
Body is wetter than what part of yours?'  which elicited Richard's reply
'Her gaping cunt is wetter than the end of my cock!'

He had hardly finished when the door burst open, and two burly Stalwarts
grabbed him by the arms and marched him, feet off the ground, down the
corridor to another room.  They went through a small door, and up a few
stairs.  It was totally dark inside, but the two knew their way, and
deposited Richard on a chair, thrusting a card into his hand.
"When you are asked the questions, read the responses," hissed on,
cryptically, and they disappeared.

Suddenly the room was flooded in bright light.  Richard found he was sitting
on a chair in the middle of a circular stage, which was slowly rotating.
Against the light he could just about make out about twenty people of both
sexes, encircling the stage, and sitting facing it.  He looked at the card
and saw there was a sort of script for two persons printed on it.  Without
warning, the voice of the Lord boomed out from a hidden loudspeaker.

"Sinner," it intoned.  "You are guilty of impure deeds.  What have you to
say?"
Richard looked at the response sheet.
"I am guilty of impure deeds, Lord," replied Richard.
"Impure Sinner," continued the Voice.  "Will you accept punishment for your
foul transgressions?"
"Punish me, truly, Oh Lord," replied Richard.  "Humiliate me and punish me
mercilessly until I grovel at your feet, and am fit to enter your Guild."
"It shall be done, Sinner.  Will you then repent and become one of us?"
boomed the Voice.
"It would be an honour, Oh Lord!  Initiate me, I beg, into the Mystical
Sinners Guild!  Humiliate me, Punish me, and Initiate me before these good
acolytes, that I may become one of them," Richard read.

"Sinner!  Do you consent to submit to the ceremonial initiation rituals of
the Mystical Sinners, whatever they may be?"
"Oh Lord of the Body, I do so consent.  Let my body be at the disposal of
all your acolytes, to Initiate me in accordance with the Mystic Rites."
"So shall it be!" intoned the Voice.  "Stalwarts!  Prepare the Sinner for
his punishment!"

Without warning the lights went off, and Richard was led off the stage and
into a dressing room by the two Stalwarts.

"Strip down to your briefs!" ordered one of the Stslwarts.
"Phew!  I'm glad I'm able to keep them on!  I was getting dead nervous!"
replied Richard lightly, with relief.
"Uninitiated Sinners are allowed to retain their modesty, subject to the
requirements of their Punishment, and of the Initiation Ceremony."
pronounced the Stalwart.
"What are the requirements of my punishment, then?" asked Richard.
"That depends on the nature of your sins, and the whim of the Lord!" came
the cryptic answer.
"I was guilty of obscene graffiti!" confessed Richard, "I wrote lewd
allegations about four of the acolytes!"
"Then, knowing the Lord, he will require these acolytes to prove that your
allegations were false, and if so, for you to make reparations to them that
suit the crime.  Then, you will undergo some form of physical punishment.
All this will take place in front of the assembled acolytes."

"And the punishment?" ask Richard, trembling with nervous anticipation.
"Ah!  That will depend on what punishment the Lord deems fit.  You will be
given a response sheet for ritual replies, in which you will be expected to
grovel and beg for punishments that you don't really wish to undergo at all.
  You don't have to stick to the responses, but if you aren't sufficiently
submissive, you might find you receive a more severe punishment, forcibly."

The second Stalwart reminded Richard he was supposed to strip to his
underslip.  Richard removed all his clothes, save the new crisp white slip
clinging tightly to his bottom.

Stalwart One gave him a garment.
"This is the pre-initiate's punishment robe!" explained the Stalwart.
It was of the style of the Junior robe, but made of white, flimsy, almost
see-through material.  Richard put his head through the hole, and let the
rest of the material hang down, back and front.  There were no fastenings
down the sides, which were open from the armpits down. The hemline was down
to the knees at the front, but only to waist level at the back  Cords were
attached to the corners of the back hem, which were brought around the waist
under the front part of the robe, and tied off. The shoulders were not
split, so there could be no ripping it apart.

"Back on stage!" he was ordered.
Richard made his way to the stage, which was now bathed in light once again,
and rotating slowly.  On it stood four people, two men and two women.  Peter
and David he recognised.  The two women wore the robes of Senior Maidens,
flimsy white knee length cloaks open at the front, held around the neck with
a chain.  Under these, one wore a scanty white bra, and nothing else, whilst
bthe other only word a black g-

Richard noticed that near the centre of the stage was a wooden table.

"Sinner!" intoned the Lord's disembodied voice.  "First you must make
reparations to those who you so foully insulted.  Come forward Hand Peter."
The Senior Hand stepped to the front of the stage.

"How did the Sinner insult you?" asked the Voice.
"Oh Lord.  He said I have a great big hairy arse."
"Prove him wrong, Oh Hand."

With that, Peter raised the back of his gown.  It had Velcro tabs on the
lower corners, which he parked on the shoulder Velcro.  His covering pouch
was backless.  He walked to the table, his nicely rounded and smooth bum on
show.  He bent over the table with legs astride.

"Repent, Oh Sinner, you lied!  I see no hair!" intoned the Lord.  "Fall upon
Peter's arse and adore and consume it with your tongue!"

Richard took a deep breath, and started to lick Peter's cheeks all over.
The Lord's voice boomed.
"Deeper, deeper into the crack, oh Sinner!"
At this, the two Stalwarts approached Peter, and stood on each side of him.
They each laid a hand on one of his buttocks, and pulled them apart exposing
the depths of his crack.  Like that they held him.
Richard's tongue started playing up and down the inside of Peter's crack,
until there was not a dry spot from his waist to his balls, from his cheeks
to the very deepest part of the cleavage.

"Reparation have been made, oh Sinner.  Stand back!"
Richard moved away, whilst Peter unhitched the back of his gown and stood
up, letting it hang down and cover him again.

"Come forward Maiden Mary and tell us how the Sinner insulted you!" intoned
the Lord.
Mary walked to the edge of the stage.  She was the one wearing only the
g-string.

"He said I had fucking great tits, Oh Lord!" whinged Mary.
"Then reveal them to the Lord, that I may judge if you have" commanded the
Lord.
The Stalwarts approached Mary, and removed her cloak, revealing ample
bosoms, with very prominent nipples.

"Perhaps the Sinner is right!" observed the Lord.  "This Maiden does,
indeed, have great tits!"

"Kiss her tits, Oh Sinner!" intoned the Lord.
"This is getting better," thought Richard, as he set upon them.
"Enough!" called the Lord.  "Show us now, Mary, if they fuck, as the Sinner
suggested?"

The Stalwarts bent Richard face down over the table.  He became acutely
aware that the gown didn't cover his behind, but felt secure in his white
cotton underpants.  His relief was short lived, however, as the Stalwarts
proceeded to roughly drag them down his legs, and lifting one foot at a
time, remove them from him.  They then grabbed hold of his ankles, and
spread his legs.
"Requirements of the punishment, I suppose," thought Richard, miserably.

The Stalwarts now approached, and held his buttocks apart to fully open his
crack, as they had done to Peter.  Richard heard Mary approach, and could
soon feel the soft caress of her breasts rubbing up and down the length of
his crack.

"They won't penetrate the Sinner, Oh Lord!" cried Mary after some time.
"No!" intoned the Lord.  "Although they are great, they don't fuck, even
though they try!"
With that, Mary covered herself up again, whilst, with Richard still bent
over the table, the Stalwarts pulled his pants back on, having to manoeuvre
them at the front to get them over his now erect penis.

They returned to the edge of the stage, Richard glad of the double layer
covering him at the front, which hid his erection..

"Come forward Hand David, and tell us how this miserable Sinner insulted
you!" intoned the Lord.
It was David turn to take the centre stage.
"He said I had a tiny prick and wizened balls, Oh Lord!" replied Michael.
"Prove him wrong, Oh Hand!" intoned the Lord.
The two Stalwarts appeared on the stage again, and ripped David's shoulder
Velcro apart, each taking half of the gown.  He was sporting a more than
ample limp penis, and respectably sized testicles.

"Lie on the table, David, that the Sinner may adore them, for they are
surely not small nor wizened!" intoned the Lord.

David got up on to the table, and naked, lay face up, with his legs apart.
"Oh Sinner, shower David's genitals with kisses, until they show their
gratitude!" intoned the Lord.
"Funny expression," thought Richard, as he walked over to the table,
scratching his head.  He leant over David, and planted kisses on his limp
prick.  He worked round to his balls, and kissed them copiously.  Soon the
prick started stirring, and suddenly it dawned on Richard what was meant by
showing gratitude.  He took David's prick in his hand, and kissed it again
all over, until it was rigid.

"You have atoned for your sins against David!" judged the Lord.  David arose
from the table, and the Hands re-attached his gown.

"Maiden Monica, come forward and tell us how the sinner sinned against you!"
intoned the Lord.
"He accused my cunt of being wetter than the end of his cock, Oh Lord."
Suddenly, put like that, Richard became alarmed.
"Let us examine your cunt for moisture!" intoned the Lord.
The two Stalwarts removed her cloak, leaving her standing only in her tiny
black bra.  They sat her on a chair.

"Pray sit, and spread your lovely legs!" intoned the Lord.
Soon the audience were staring straight into Monica's vagina, shaved, save
for a narrow strip rising from her clitoris towards her navel.
"Stalwarts, feel Monica carefully, and tell us all if her cunt is moist!"
intoned the Lord.

They knelt down in front of Monica, and started feeling between her legs,
They worked their hands up and down her clitoris, and one slid a finger up
into her vagina. She didn't bat an eyelid.
"Tell us what you feel!" intoned the Lord.
"To start with she felt dry, but has now became moist."

"Aha!" boomed the Lord.  "Perhaps the Sinner is correct on this one.  Sit
the Sinner down!"
Another chair was brought, next to Monica's, and Richard was brought over to
sit in it.
"The Sinner claims to have a dry cock!" intoned the Lord.  Stalwarts!  Show
us the Sinner's cock!"

The front of Richard's gown was raised, and thrown over his head,
effectively blinding him to what followed.
"Part the Sinner's legs, that he may be exposed as the Maiden Monica!"
intoned the Lord.
They positioned Richard's legs.
"Not quite so exposed!" thought Richard smugly, basking in his white slip.

The Voice boomed out again.
"Hand, examine the Sinner carefully, and tell us if you feel or see
moisture!"

Richard felt fingers groping inside his underpants, and his penis was pulled
through the leg elastic, and hung freely on view.  Soon Richard could feel
the fingers probing around it.  A fingertip ran over the slit in his cock
head.
"I feel dryness, Oh Lord!" called one of the Stalwarts..
"Continue!" intoned the Lord.

Richard could feel his prick being held firmly by one hand, and gently
squeezed and released rhythmically, whilst being pulled up and down.  He
felt he was beginning to enlarge, but could not be sure as he couldn't see
what was happening.  He tried his hardest to think of football, and resist,
but the fingers were relentless.

"What do you feel?" demanded the Lord.
"I feel hardness where there was softness, Oh Lord!" replied the Stalwart.
"And what do you see?" asked the Lord.
"I see moisture oozing from a slit in the top of the Sinner's member, Oh
Lord."
"Is it more moist than the Maiden's cunt?" demanded the Lord.
Next, Richard felt a very strange and wet sensation in his prick.  Suddenly
he realised it was in the mouth of one of the Stalwarts, who was sucking it
for all he was worth.  When it stopped, the Stalwart replied to the Lord's
question.
"Now, indeed, Oh Lord, the Sinner's prick is more moist than the Maiden's
cunt!"

"So be it!" intoned the Lord.  "The Sinner has Sinned.  Take him to the
Punishment table!"

Richard's prick was placed back inside his slip, not an easy task now that
it had grown so rigid.  He was raised from the chair, and his gown fell back
as if to cover him

He was now marched over to the table, and given a new response sheet.  They
stood him in front of the table, facing it, and he watched them remove two
of the legs at one end, converting it into a sloping board.  Richard's
erection had now subsided, and his gown had fallen to cover him again.
Next, a circular plug about a foot in diameter was removed from the centre
of the table, and shackles were attached to each corner.

"The punishment platform has been readied!" intoned the Lord. "Sinner!  Are
you ready to undergo my Punishment?"
"I am, Oh Lord!  I am beside myself with impatience, that my punishment
might commence and expurgate my sins." read Richard from the sheet.
One of the Stalwarts re-appeared holding a short cat o' nine tails.  In his
other hand he was clutching something else that Richard could not make out.
Richard blanched.

"Sinner, pray!" commanded the Lord.
Richard read from the response sheet.
"Lord!  I stand here before you, humbly begging your Stalwarts to punish me.
  Let them do your will with my submissive Body, Oh Lord.  Let them ready my
Body for your Punishment.  Let them shackle me, that I may not escape thy
wrath that is about to descend upon me, even should I so desire.  I beseech
thee not to embarrass and humiliate me by laying bare my body before the
acolytes, but if that be thy will, so be it!"
As he read, Richard sincerely hoped that was not, in fact, the will of the
Lord.

"Stalwarts!  The Sinner has proposed it!  Lay him bare to the first degree!"
intoned the Lord.

The response sheet was taken from him.  From behind, the back of his gown
was untied, and lifted over his head, letting the garment drop to the floor
in front of him.

"Oh Lord, the sinner is bared to the first degree!  Cast thy gaze upon the
bare torso of the Sinner.  Rejoice in his modesty.  Have mercy on his
modesty, preserved by the wearing of a flimsy cotton garment covering that
part of his body that he wishes to remain unseen by the acolytes!"

"Bare him to the second degree, we beseech thee, Oh Lord!" chanted the
acolytes, "that we may gaze upon his most private of parts!  That we may see
how large his penis is, and whether he is circumcised."

"The modesty of the Sinner shall be preserved!" intoned the Lord.
A ripple of disappointment ran through the acolytes.  Richard heaved a sigh
of relief.  The Body Lord continued.
"The modesty of the Sinner shall be preserved subject to the requirements of
my Punishment."
"What Punishment does the Lord decree?" chanted the acolytes.

"Position the Sinner for Punishment!" decreed the Lord, "Then I will
describe to him what he is to undergo!"

With that, the two Stalwarts dragged Richard to the sloping table and
secured him on it, face down, such that his genitals were positioned over
the centre hole.  He was secured to the corners by wrist and ankle.

A response sheet was held in front of Richard's face.
"Raise your head to read the responses!" whispered David.
"Oh Sinner!  You are secured to the Platform of Punishment!" intoned the
Lord.
"I rejoice in being shackled!  Release me not, until thy will is done!"
"Sinner!  You are shackled and cannot free yourself.  Do your sins warrant
such shackling?"
"My Lord!  My sins were so foul, I deserve to be shackled, that your
Stalwarts and Maidens may inflict the Punishment on my body, whilst I am
helpless to deflect it!"

"Sinner!  This is what I decree.  A great weight shall be attached to your
penis, whilst your buttocks are whipped by my Stalwart!"

Richard felt something cold against his hips, and realised that a pair of
scissors was being inserted under the waistband.  Then he heard a snip, and
felt the elastic around the waist go slack.  The same thing happened at the
other side. Then he felt the front of his slip being drawn through to the
back between his legs, and removed.  He was now shackled to the table naked,
his genitals dangling through the hole, visible to all the acolytes as the
stage slowly revolved.

"Maidens.  Ready the Penis of the Sinner for punishment!" intoned the Lord.
Maiden Monica, still without her cloak, now lay on the floor under the
sloping table, and played gently with all that was accessible through the
circular hole.  Soon, Richard had a firm erection.

"The Penis is erect, and awaiting your wrath, Oh Lord!" cried Maiden Mary.
"Stalwart!  Attach the instrument of punishment to the erect penis!"
One of the Stalwarts replaced Monica under the table, and was passed a heavy
brass weight attached to a length of cord.  At one end of the cord was a
loop, which he passed over the head of Richard's penis.  The weight was then
lowered, so that it became suspended by the base.  Richard groaned, as it
pulled on him.

"Oh Stalwart!  Let not the weight fall!" intoned the Lord.
"I shall not allow the weight to fall, Oh Lord!" replied the Stalwart, and
started to gently stroke the shaft of Richard's prick, to maintain its
rigidity.

"Sinner!  Do you accept the lashes of the Lord?"
"I do!" replied Richard.
"Stalwart!  Prepare the sinner's arse for the lashes!"

Richard felt oil being rubbed into his buttocks by the other Stalwart, who
enthusiastically rubbed it under his balls, and into his crack, as well as
his buttocks..

"Sinner!  Thy arse is readied for the lashes.  Are you prepared to receive
the wrath of the Lord?"
"I am!" replied Richard.
"Stalwart!  Apply the lashes!"

Richard felt the fronds of the whip play across his buttocks, and then being
dragged gently from the base of his balls up the length of his crack.
Whack!
Richard drew his breath as the lash stung.  It took his mind off the
stroking going on under the table, for a second or two.

Then the lashes teasingly played over him again, before another resounding
sting  This procedure continued until the lash had landed a dozen times.

"Stalwart!  My lashes are over!"
"So be it, Lord!" responded the one with the whip, moving away.
"Stalwart!  Free the penis!"
Richard felt the weight lift, and the loop being dragged off the end of his
prick.
"Stalwarts!  Release the Sinner, for he has been truly Punished!"

Richard was released, embarrassed at the thought of getting off the table on
a circular stage surrounded by acolytes, stage naked, with a raging hard on.

"Sinner!  I promised that your modesty would be preserved outside of
Punishment.  I keep my word."
Richard's white punishment robe was returned, and placed over his head.
With his pants cut to shreds, his backside was exposed by the shortened back
of the garment, but at least he was covered in front.

"Sinner!  We rejoice in your repentance and Punishment.  Go to where my
Stalwarts wait, that they may prepare you for your Initiation!" intoned the
Lord.


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