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situation worse.
    "Join me," Eliza asked, "as we pray for the
four evils that must be purified."
    "Four?" Nalia replied, not entirely sure she
wanted to know.
    Eliza nodded solemnly. "Four evils live
inside each fallen women. Your heart." Eliza touched Nalia's
breast. "Your womanhood." Eliza touched low on Nalia's waist. "Your
deception." She touched Nalia's lips. "And..." Eliza trailed
off.
    "And what?"
    "And..." Eliza touched Nalia's ass, "Your
lust."
    Nalia didn't like the sound of any of that.
"Do I get an appeal?"
    Eliza shook her head. "The elders have
declared you guilty. There is no higher authority. When you are
purified, you will thank me."
    Nalia sighed. Of course.
    "But first, we must measure your
wickedness." For some reason, Eliza seemed to be blushing.
    The priestess reached forward gripping the
neck of Nalia's cotton smock. With a jerk, she tore it open. Nalia
squirmed as her breasts spilled out. Squirming she tried to resist,
but, her hands suspended above her head and her legs tied, she was
helpless as Eliza peeled off her shirt.
    Naked from the waist up Nalia could only
watch as Eliza murmured appreciatively, running a warm finger over
Nalia's taut shoulder blades and down her flanks. She paused on the
tight muscles in Nalia's stomach, pressing them gently.
    "I sense there is much evil in you." A hand
pressed down on Nalia's shoulder, and she gasped as the wooden
horse forced it's way farther between her legs.
    "Do you feel that?" Eliza asked. "That is
the pain of your wickedness."
    Eliza ran a hand over Nalia's exposed
breasts. Cupping each one in turn. "Do you see that?" Eliza
whispered into her ear. "There is the proof that you must be
purified."
    Nalia cursed her traitorous nipples. Her
body had betrayed her, responding instinctively to Eliza's soft
touch. Now they strained for the priestess's touch.
    And Eliza was all too happy to oblige. Her
fingers circled Nalia's nipples, teasing her soft breasts and
sending soft waves of pleasure through her.
    A hard twist made the sorceress scream and
writhe, the air ripped from her throat.
    Nalia braced herself for more, but Eliza
seemed satisfied, already moving on to her next target. Her right
hand grabbed Nalia's short hair and her left hand tilted the
sorceress's face up.
    Quickly, before Nalia could grasp what was
happening, Eliza brought her lips close.
    This time Nalia gasped in surprise rather
than pain as Eliza's tongue found hers. Her lips tasted like
cherries. Her tongue tasted sweet. Nalia blinked in confusion. She
wasn't... she hadn't... certainly not with Eliza...
    But the warmth spreading through her chest
gave lie to that confusion. Her body had no qualms admitting what
her mind rebelled at. Nalia, unable to control herself, felt her
mouth responding, meeting Eliza's lips, tasting her tongue and
working her mouth against Eliza's.
    After what seemed like an eternity, Eliza
pulled gently back. Nalia's mouth tried to follow, unwillingly to
let go. The younger girl took a moment to gather herself as she ran
her tongue over her lips. "There is much wickedness there as well.
And you are delicious." For once, Nalia could only nod in
agreement.
    What was happening to her? Suddenly she eyed
Eliza in a new light.
    The short, brown haired priestess wore a
thin cotton robe that did little to conceal her curves. Nalia could
see the girl's own nipples poking through, could run her eyes down
Eliza's shapely thighs. Could see the flush across Eliza's equally
shapely neck. Apparently Nalia wasn't the only wicked one.
    "One last test, and then the purification
will begin," Eliza moved to the wall of whips.
    Nalia watched her every move. The girl moved
like moonlight and the sorceress couldn't tear her eyes off Eliza's
gently swaying waist. She licked her lips, imagining the pleasure
that she could bring this girl. What was wrong with her?
    Eliza selected a short leather whip with a
dozen or so knotted lashes. A cat o' nine tails if Nalia remembered
the name